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Danny was airborne when the owl came out of bumfuck nowhere and smacked him in the face.

Danny was now no longer airborne.

Sitting up in the Danny-shaped hole in the ground, he groans and suddenly gasps, quickly searching for his war-torn satchel. Opening up the brown bag slowly, he gently pushes the excess fabric on the inside away. Danny sighs in relief when the purple and orange spheres show no evidence of cracks from the fall. Closing the bag up once more, he looks over to the edge of the Danny hole and glares at the owl.

"You've gotta be more careful! I have precious cargo," Danny must certainly be going insane if he's resorted to talking to face-smacking owls, "And why the heck is there an owl flying around at, like, 3:00 PM?"

The owl hoots and hops closer, and Danny watches as it lowers its head to the ground before lifting it back up, this time with a letter in its beak. It hops closer once again.

"Is that... for me?" Danny asks.

The bird answers by placing the envelope in front of Danny. Slowly, the boy reaches out and grabs the letter, lifting it to his face.

"From Hogwarts?" Danny says out loud, confused, "To Daniel Fenton... and the location is flying above Kansas. Yeah, that's not normal..." He pauses for a second, "Wait I'm in Kansas?"

The bird lets out a seemingly annoyed hoot.

"Well hoot you too, I was more focused on getting away from the mad government scientists than finding out what state I'm in, thank you very much."

It nods its head at him and he sighs, peeling the letter open.

"The fuck kind of name is Dumbledore?"

"Dear Daniel Fenton,

We are pleased to inform you that you have been accepted at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. All necessary books and equipment can be purchased at Diagon Alley. We await you no later than September 1.

Please make your way to King's Cross Station and onto platform 9 3/4, where you will meet the Hogwarts Express. Train departs at 11 AM sharp. Term begins on September 3rd.

Students will be required to report to the Chamber of Reception upon arrival. We very much look forward to receiving you as part of the new generation of Hogwarts Heritage.

In other news, you may be wondering why you are only now receiving a letter, and from a British school no less. It has come to our attention, that up until recently you had been consistently staying in what the American Ministry of Magic insisted was a magic dead zone of some sort, preventing them from receiving news of your wizardy status and restricting their ability to invite you to their school. Thankfully, our headmaster Dumbledore has gone out of his way to ensure this letter finds you. Inviting students older than first years is rare, but has happened before. We hope you can overlook this matter and find magical sanctuary in our school.

Yours sincerely,

Professor Minerva McGonagall

Deputy Headmistress"

Just as Danny finishes reading the absolutely outlandish letter, a swirling portal forms next to him. It's small and exudes an aura that Danny can tell immediately where it leads. He forces himself to his feet as he brushes off his legs, covered in dirt from the fall. He directs his attention one more time to the owl and gestures to the portal.

"See this?" 

The bird hoots.

"And this?" He gestures to the Danny-shaped hole.

The bird hoots in what Danny swears is a more amused manner.

"Yes," Danny demands, "You will tell no one, capiche?"

The bird, and Danny might actually be going crazy, fucking shrugs and hoots before flying away.

Danny watches it go before hopping into the portal.

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"You mean to tell me that magic is real, there is a secret society of wixen just casually out there, and I'm a wizard!?"

"That is what I said, yes." Clockwork confirms as Danny groans and slumps to the floor of the clock tower.

"Why am I only now learning this? I have literally never performed magic before!" Danny complains.

Clockwork hums uncomfortably and Danny sits up.

"You did something, didn't you?" Danny dares to ask.

"It was for the optimal timeline, Daniel."

"What. Did. You. Do?" Danny rises to his feet and demands.

"Magic can be sealed and blocked..." Clockwork implies.

"You- I have magic and you fucking sealed it!?" Danny yells, "Imagine what I could have done with both ghost powers and magic! Imagine who- who I could have saved..." He pulls his satchel closer when he says that last part.

"It had to happen, Daniel," Clockwork says sadly.

"No," Danny shuts him up, "I don't want to hear it," He grits out, "Just... Tell me why it's important to you that I go learn magic when it clearly wasn't before!"

"It was always important that this would happen," Clockwork corrects him, "It just was important that it happened now."

"That's not what I wanted to hear."

Clockwork sighs and gives in, "There are wizards in Britain that have... things that they shouldn't. Presents from the dead that are not theirs to keep." Clockwork looks to Danny and the boy makes a 'go on' motion, "In a time of ancient wizardry, three brothers traveling along a lonely, winding road at twilight reached a deep treacherous river where anyone who attempted to swim or wade would drown. Learned in the magical arts, the brothers conjured a bridge with their wands and proceeded to cross. Halfway through the bridge, a hooded figure stood before them. The figure was the enraged spirit of Death,"

"They made Death upset?" Danny cuts in, "Yikes, the last time I did that they saran-wrapped my doors while I was staying in the keep."

"Yes, well. Death, cheated of their due-"

"Wait- Why was death angry about that?" Danny asks, "I cheated death, didn't I? Death never got upset at me for that!"

"That," Clockwork states, "Is because you were meant to do so, and you didn't cheat them completely, either."

"Except for that one time when we were playing Monopoly-"

"Moving on," Clockwork cuts in, "Death cunningly pretended to congratulate them and proceeded to award them with gifts of their own choosing. The eldest brother, a combative man, asked for a wand more powerful than any in existence. Death granted his wish by fashioning the Elder Wand from a branch of a nearby elder tree standing on the banks of the river. The second brother, an arrogant man, chose to further humiliate death-"

"Seriously? Asshole."

"He asked for the power to recall the deceased from the grave. Death granted his wish by crafting the Resurrection Stone from a stone picked from the riverbank. The third and youngest brother, who was the most humble and wise, did not trust Death and asked for something to enable him to go forth without Death being able to follow. A reluctant Death, most unwillingly, handed over his own invisibility cloak."

"Wait, I lowkey fuck with that last brother," Danny comments, "And is that why Death always looks so envious of my Ghost King form's cloak?"

"I do not know what goes on inside Death's head," Clockwork responds, "But, the three brothers took their prizes and soon went on their separate ways. The eldest brother traveled to a village where a wizard with whom he had quarreled lived. He sought out a duel and fought the wizard using the wand, instantly killing the latter. Leaving his enemy dead on the floor, the eldest brother walked to an inn not far from the dueling site and spent the night there. Taken by his conscience and lust for the Elder Wand's power, the eldest brother boasted of this wand gifted by Death and his own invincibility. That very night, an unknown murderous wizard crept up to the eldest brother as he slept, drunk from wine The wizard stole the wand, and then murdered the oldest brother by slitting his throat for good measure. That was when Death took the first brother for their own."

"Yikes a ton," Danny tsks, "Y'know what they say, 'being too prideful and getting given a powerful wand by death and then dueling with an old enemy to death before going out and boasting about it kills."

"...No one says that, Daniel."

"Shows what you know," Danny retorts.

"Mhm..." Clockwork continues, "The middle brother returned to his home where he lived alone. Turning the stone thrice in his hand the figure of the girl he had once hoped to marry before her untimely death appeared at once before him, much to his delight. Yet she was sad and cold, separated from him as by a veil. Though she had returned to the mortal world, she did not truly belong there and suffered."

"Poor girl, she was probably so disoriented... Taken from the Realms like that..." Danny looks to the side, "Summonings hurt too."

"Yes, well, finally, the middle brother, driven mad with hopeless longing, committed suicide by hanging so as truly to join her. That was when Death took the second brother for his own." Clockwork finishes the second brother's end.

"Tragic," Danny decides to call it, "It's like a Shakespeare poem that you're forced to read in high school when all you wanna do is just go home."

"Finally, Death searched for the youngest brother as years passed but never succeeded. It was only when the third brother reached a great age, that he took off the Cloak of Invisibility and gave it to his son. Greeting Death as an old friend, they departed this life as equals."

"Oh..." Danny remarks, "I think death has told me about the third before. Ignotus, right?"

"Indeed," Clockwork answers.

"Why was that story important though?" Danny asks.

"The three presents from Death are artifacts of the Infinite Realms," Clockwork explains, "And property of the Ghost King."

"And I can't just let these people keep them why..?" Danny prompts.

Clockwork sighs, "Together the wand, stone, and cloak, are known as the Deathly Hallows. You remember Frederich Isak Showenhower, yes?"

Danny clenches his fist, "How could I forget?"

Clockwork hums in response, "Well, these Deathly Hallows are to Death as Frederich's scepter was to ghosts."

"No..." 

"Yes," Clockwork responds sadly, "And certain wixen, including the current holders of some of the artifacts, know this. And wish to abuse this."

"They- They can't! I won't let them!" Danny cries out.

"I know," Clockwork smiles at Danny, "Which is why you should go to Hogwarts, all three of the artifacts reside there, after all." Clockwork pretends to think for a second, "And I do believe free lodging in a castle and free food sounds more appealing than continuing your... cross-country journey?"

Danny is silent for a moment... "Could you tell me what else I should know before I go, then?" He asks meekly.

"Of course, My King."

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Having received the letter (read: smacked in the face by an owl) at the very tail end of June, Danny had approximately two months to catch up to his… future peers who have been doing this for years. Thankfully, Clockwork didn’t attempt to kick him out of the Realms, and instead thought it best for him to remain there for the summer.

Danny had sought out Death not long after speaking with Clockwork, if just to calm his anxieties.

”Woah, what’s up with you?” Death reached out a tan hand to Danny, sporting what they liked to call their ‘girlie pop form.’

”Just- Calming some nerves I guess,” Danny had smiled at them, before noticing a change in their appearance. They had a human head at that moment, they looked for all intents and purposes like a teenage girl. Danny’s attention was on their hair though. It was wild and long, and split right down the middle. Pure white on the left side and a dark abyssal black on the right.

”Whats up with ya?” Death asked, “Do I have something on my face?”

”Nah, I’m just a bit distracted by your hair,” Danny explained, “Reminds me of a specific Halfa trio…”

Death grumbled in embarrassment, “You guys aren’t the only ones who have black and white hair!”

Danny raised a singular eyebrow.

”Okay, so I MAY have modeled it after you guys…”

Just existing in the Realms weren’t going to teach him magic, and there was no way for him to teach himself. Thus, Danny was introduced to a subtype of ghosts he was unaware of previously.

Wizarding Ghosts. Compared to the typical denizens of the Infinite Realms, they were akin to mere echoes. Formed by magic rather than ectoplasm. Due to this, they were typically bound to earth. There was a very specific Wizarding Ghost who was very old, and very eager to teach Danny.

Ignotus Peverall, the youngest brother and friend of Death.

He spoke of how his residence in the Realms prevented him from experiencing magic in so long, and he missed the mystical abilities. So, upon learning that the Realms’ very own King was, in fact, a Muggleborn with no prior knowledge of magic— he volunteered.

Before any of Danny’s lessons could even begin, though, he was visited by Clockwork. The Time Ghost gifted him three magical objects, and two normal. 

It did not ease the grudge Danny held with the ghost for sealing his magic in the first place.

The first, a wand. It was made from an ancient tree native to the realms: Eerie Willow. The wand’s purplish maroon shade was nearly black and intertwined with an unlabeled hard cream colored material. But, Danny was no stranger to bones and recognized what the white material was right away. The wand was 14 inches long, and was stated to have what was referred to as ‘a thestral tail hair core.’ Not that Danny knows what that means. Clockwork told him the wand was known as The King’s Wand. It didn’t take a genius for Danny to know why he called it that.

Danny is not calling it that.

The second gift was a bracelet dubbed The Chain of Andromeda. It was a discreet thing, with a black chain that rested perfectly around Danny’s wrist and silver four pointed star on the middle. According to Clockwork, it had the ability to form black chains around an enemy, similar to what Wizards might call a ‘binding spell.’

The third and final magical gift was a bottomless bag. It was a small pouch that tied around his waist and rested on his hip. Contrary to its size, it held an exponentially large subspace frozen in time. All he had to do to retrieve something left inside was to reach his hand in and focus on what he wanted. He contemplated putting the cores inside, but Clockwork warned against it. The lack of time would hinder their recovery.

The fourth and first normal gift was just a better satchel for Danny to store the cores inside. It had small pouches for each one and the material was sturdy and scratch proof.

The final gift was no magical itself, but a book of spells. When asked why he couldn’t just use ones from the school, Clockwork explained that the book detailed ‘dead’ spells. Long forgotten magic and u finished enchantments just waiting to be completed. It turns out, the book was actually Death’s idea. It was subsequently titled ‘Death’s Tomb.’

The first lesson with Ignotus was actually a field trip to the Ghost Writer’s library in hopes of finding copies and dead first drafts of spell books. Ignotus may have been a great wizard, but he was also from a long time ago. There wasn’t a doubt in his or Ignotus’ mind that there would be new spells that neither of them knew.

Ghost Writer was actually happy to oblige for once, and offered his condolences to Danny.

Four and a half weeks into his training and Danny had learned enough spells to determine that he had been missing out, which only fueled his Clockwork grudge-hate train. Ignotus praised him as a fast learner, but he probably just doing so because he was king.

Ignotus insisted they learned Muffliato, in case he needed to discuss the Realms, his halfa status, his title as King, or other matters that were not of any concern to the wixen.

The ghost had then insisted on teaching Expelliarmus, and for good reason too. With such intense setbacks on his wizarding career, it was important he had as many tricks up his sleeve as he could get. 

He learned Engorgio and enjoyed watching his small icicles the size of his index finger increase to the size of his forearm. Only to Reducio them back to finger-cicles.

Confundus was a fun spell to learn, and even more so to use. The poor blob ghosts he used as victims were so adorable spinning around in confusion. Ellie would have loved to see it.

He had some difficulty getting the hang of Accio, it just seemed way too convenient of a spell. He might be better off just saying the words and then using telekinesis.

Lumos was discarded as unnecessary once Danny revealed he had, like, built in night goggles for eyeballs.

Wingardium Leviosa was another fun spell and would make for a cute parlor trick.

Reparo? Danny could kiss the wizard who made this spell. 

Danny also managed to learn a charm from Death’s Tomb.

It was known as ‘Crediamos’ and allowed him to test the credibility and truth of a person’s words.

It was the sixth week mark when Frostbite learned that Danny was in the Realms and hadn’t visited him once.

”Frostbite!” Danny whined into the yeti’s fur, “I didn’t mean to ignore you! I had stuff to learn!”

”But, I was so worried, Great One!” Frostbite cried out as he realized Danny from the bear—er, yetihug. “You’ve been running from those men in white suits of so long, and your kids! They’re corebound!”

Danny stiffened and then slumped when Frostbite began to talk about what had happened with the GiW. 

“Yeah, I know,” He felt bad almost immediately after he spoke, “Sorry, Frostbite. I’m just stressed.”

”Would it ease your burdens to allow the doctors of the far frozen to do a check up on the two?”

Danny’s head snapped up and his eyes glistened with hope, “Y-yeah! That’d be— That’d be amazing, Frostbite!”

———

There was nothing the yetis could do to help speed up the healing process. Both Dan and Ellie were still stuck in their cores, but they were healing at a steady pace— Dan more so than Ellie. 

The most advice they could provide was to keep the cores in close proximity, to helps supply ectoplasm and accelerate the healing through fraid-proximity.

Danny thanked the yetis regardless, and went on his way.

By the end of August, Danny was not afraid to say he had developed a general understanding of the magical world that he was to venture into.

Ignotus had taught him magic, while books from the Ghost Writer’s library taught him history, and Death was able to tell him some about how the society acted based on their observations whenever they visited.

Even though it had only been two months, Ignotus had grown fond of Danny. He wished to make Danny the Heir of Peverall, if only to give him an upper hand in the Wizarding World. Danny, though, politely declined. It would only bring him unnecessary attention, and he was not in need of money (he was the Ghost King for goodness sake!)

In the end of all of his training, Danny learned another infuriating thing Clockwork had done. There was another ability that Danny was not aware he had.

Danny, as Ghost King and one of the beings most connected to the Infinite Realms, had the ability to make his own natural portals to the Realms and nobody fucking told him! They all thought the knew and was just avoiding the Realms!

At least this new knowledge provided him with a way back out of the zone to go to Hogwarts.

…

Ah fuck, he has to go to school with British people.

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Danny slowly stuck his head out of the portal he had made and looked around. Satisfied that he did not see anyone watching, he hopped through before turning around and facing Death and Ignotus. He waved goodbye before slamming the portal closed like the blinds of a window.

Reaching into his pouch, Danny retrieved a map and his directions to this ‘Leaky Cauldron.’ He hadn’t noticed at first, but his letter had mentioned that there would be someone waiting there for him to aide him, as well as directions to the alley.

And with that, Danny set off.

It took longer than he hoped, but Danny finally managed to arrive at the pub. He was confused why it was requested that he would meet up with a staff member at a pub, but complied anyways. (It’s not like he was able to ask, after all.) Danny was even more confused when he laid eyes on it. The pub’s exterior was small, dirty, and dark, and Danny was hesitant to approach. He gave in, though, and entered.

The interior was more welcoming than the outside, but still a bit unimpressive. There was a well-worn bar with a few patrons already sitting there, despite the early hour. The place had a cluttered vibe, with tables scattered in dark corners. Right when he noticed the wooden staircase, a presence decided to make themselves known.

“Aye,” A gruff voice sounded next to him, “Yer Daniel Fenton, right?”

”Danny,” He corrected automatically before he turned his head, and then stuttered in his movements when he kept having to look up.

”’Pologies,” The hairy man replied, “Em Hagrid. Wa’ sent ta help ya out. ‘Ear yer a muggleborn?”

”Uhm… yeah…” Danny responded nervously.

”Som’in’ the matta’?” Hagrid asked him.

”Are…” Danny trailed off a little, “all wizards so tall?”

The man blinked in shock for a moment before bursting into loud, uproarious laughter.

”Nah,” He answered, “Em jus’ special!”

Danny relaxed at that. He doesn’t have anything against tall people—his dad and Jazz were both abnormally tall after all—but, he got his mom’s height and doesn’t think he’d be able to survive living at a school full of only tall people.

”Oh thank the ancients,” He muttered.

Hagrid gave him a confused look, but powered through, “Alrigh’y then,” He started, “We’ been ‘ere long enough now. We oughtta get goin’!”

”Right…” Danny trailed off, “Lead the way my obnoxiously tall friend.”

Hagrid chuckled again before saying his goodbyes to the barkeep and marching his way out the door. Danny followed him reluctantly to the back of the pub and grew nervous when Hagrid simply shuffled up to a wall.

”Well, ‘ere we are,” Hagrid announced.

”That,” Danny states, “is a wall.”

”Is it?” Hagrid asks before tapping the bricks in an odd sequence. 

Danny watched in amazed shock as the wall formed a small hole that morphed into an entire archway.

”Oh shit,” Danny says, “It not a wall!”

Hagrid chuckled and walked through as he turned his head back to Danny, “Ya comin’, ‘anny?”

”It’s Danny, but yeah,” Danny corrected and assured him before stepping through the archway. The arch snapped back to brick wall and scared the beejesus out of Danny. He yelped a bit, but elected to completely ignore that he had done so.

”Mmkay, now what?”

”Well,” Hagrid answers, “If yer plannin’ on buyin’  anythin’, we gots ta go ta Gringott’s.”

”That’s… the bank with the goblins, right?”

Hagrid looked at him in shock, “Yea, how’d ya kno’?”

”I believe I know more than you probably expect me too,” Danny replies, “…And I had to talk to a goblin to set up an appointment.”

”Ya’ already talk’d ta the goblins, aye?” Hagrid chuckled.

”Yeah, they were oddly skittish,” Danny answers.

”…eh?”

Gringott’s wasn’t hard to find, Danny probably could’ve found the extravagant bank without Hagrid’s help in all honesty. He elected to follow the bear-like man regardless of that fact and soon enough found himself standing infront of a desk occupied by a particularly ugly goblin. Its long fingers were a bit disturbing, but Danny’s seen uglier beings. (Cough, Vlad, cough.)

Danny stood proudly before the goblin, “Hello, I do believe I have an appointment for around this time?” Even if the goblins were ugly, he knew its best to be polite.

”Mmm…” The goblin hummed, unamused, “And why is that my problem?”

”Because my appointment is with your boss,” Danny grinned sharply and wildly, “You’ll find me under ‘Fenton.’”

The goblin looked disbelieving but also a bit unnerved by Danny’s large smile. He looked to the notebook and opened it up, licking the disgustingly long fingers as he flipped the pages. He must’ve found what he was looking for, because his already pale skin suddenly paled even more.

”I-I see it now…” The goblin swallowed loudly, “Well have someone accompany you soon.”

”Lovely,” Danny replied before turning around to Hagrid.

”What in Merlin’s name didja do?” Hagrid asked.

”Eh, told him I’ve got a meeting with his boss. Didn’t specify how far up in the ladder till he looked though,” Danny snickered.

”Hrm,” Hagrid hemmed, “And ‘ere I was under tha impression ya were a norm’l muggleborn?”

”Oh, I am!” Danny chirped right as a goblin came to fetch him. “See ya, Hagrid!”

”Ah, yea…”

———✧

“King Phantom,” Danny is greeted by the old goblin when they are alone in his office.

”I prefer Danny, but yeah?”

”And I prefer it when I’m told the purpose of meetings before they’re held, but here we are,” The old goblin retorts.

”Yikes, sorry,” Danny apologizes, “I wasn’t really the one to initiate this so…”

”Well, what’s done is done,” The goblin decided, “How may Gringott’s be of assistance to his majesty?”

”Still prefer Danny,” he replies, “But I was hoping to convert other… currencies and the like into wizard coins; Galleons, sickles, knuts.”

”Mhm,” The goblin hums, “And would you like us to set up a vault?”

”No need,” Danny smiles, “I can carry it with me,” He explains, “though we may need an empty one for the processing part.”

——— ✧

It took a while, but in the end, Danny’s pouch was officially ~150,000 galleons heavier.

He absolutely did not need that much money, but he liked the feeling of being rich.

Or at least he thinks that makes him rich… If not, he can always go back later!

——— ✧

”Would eh like ta know whatchu were doin’ all tha’ time?” Hagrid asks when Danny is finally finished.

”Nope!” Danny answers, “Just know that I should be able to buy everything I need here on out!”

“A’right then, we be needin’ ta get ya a wand, don’ we?” Hagrid asked Danny when the two are finally back out in Diagon alley.

”Nope!” 

“Eh?” Hagrid asks, “Ya a’ready ‘ave a wand?”

”Yeah,” Danny chirps, “A friend gave it to me when it was revealed I had magic. And the wand and I are compatible.”

”Mm,” Hagrid asks, “‘an I see it?”

”Sure!” Danny reaches into the pouch on his waist and imagines the wand. Once he feels the weight in his hand, he pulls it out and shows it off to Hagrid, “Tada~”

”Huh,” Hagrid remarks, “Wha’s it made of?”

”Willow, 14 inches, Thestral tail hair core.”

Hagrid hums, “Thestrals are real beauts, but wands with their hair don’ always comply.” He stops to look at the wand again, “An’ wha’s the white?”

”Wouldn’t you like to know, weather boy?” Is the answer Danny graces him with.

The continue on in silence for a bit before Hagrid gives up and continues.

”Any Otha impor’ant idems you’ve a’ready got?” 

A good question, Danny decides.

”Well, I’ve got an order placed with Madam Malkin’s prepaid through Gringotts,” Danny states, “I have a book or two of my own, but I’m not sure what you guys require,” He adds, “And I’d like to get a pet.” He finishes.

”Well then,” Hagrid says, “Le’s get goin’ so you can gets a pet.”

Danny barely holds back an eager trill.

———✧

Getting robes and books wasn’t too entirely boring, but Danny was way too eager for a pet to not get bored.

So, when they finally entered the shop known as, ‘Magical Menagerie’ Danny was practically vibrating in joy. 

Hagrid chuckled at him and Danny attempted to send the man a vicious glare.

It did not work.

Hagrid laughed harder.

Danny elected to lift his head high and ignore the large man, opening the door and marching right in. Which was a bad idea because his senses were immediately assaulted.

It smelled like piss and sounded like chaos incarnate. Danny couldn’t help but wince and rub at one of his ears, and action that brought attention to him by the woman behind the desk wearing large black spectacles.

”Hello there,” She greeted him, “Are you alright?”

”YeAH,” Danny winced again, but that time at the squeak in his voice, “Just didn’t expect the noise.”

The woman hummed, “Yes, well, neither did I,” she explained, “The animals here are usually more…tame.”

Her gaze drifted to the side, and Danny followed it to see a raven banging against its rounded cage, forcing it in Danny’s direction.

”I didn’t do anything!” Danny says and then tacks on, “Scouts honor!” Danny has never been a boy scout.

The woman chuckled light heartedly, “Don’t worry, I didn’t think you did,” she trailed off, “At least not on purpose.” 

“Huh, didn’t realize I was that scary!”

“I think it’s the opposite actually,” the woman remarks, “They seem more eager to get closer to you then away,” she warily eyes the cage-shaking raven.

”I don’t know if I should be happy or sad,” Danny states and goes on his way through the store. The animals that are going batshit insane in trying to get to him are ignored, Danny doesn’t want a pet obsessed with him. A couple of times, he approaches an animal that appears to be ignoring him, only for the creature to do a 180 when he appears and pounce. Danny thought animals were supposed to be afraid of ghosts!

Finally, after what feels like forever, Danny lays eyes on a cage with a dark, unmoving figure. Danny steps closer and its head whips around, dark, dark eyes snapping onto him immediately. The two stare at each other for sometime, the owl’s white face twitching occasionally. Suddenly it shakes it large, black wings as much as it can and seems to go to its full height. Danny comes closer and reaches a tentative hand to the owl. It’s white spots dance like stars on its black feathers as it nips at Danny’s finger and then seems to retract in on itself. It lets out a small hoot and closes its eyes, content but not overeager.

Danny’s made a decision, and he believes the owl has too. He grabs the hook at the top of the cage and makes his way back to the front, animals crying out to him from all over.

”Huh,” The woman at the desk says, “Guess you found the only animal here not utterly obsessed.”

”And thank the ancients for that,” Danny says.

”The who?”

”Unimportant,” Danny says, “What can you tell me about her?” He gestures to the owl.

“She’s a Greater Sooty Owl and constantly uninterested in everyone who meets her,” The woman states, “She has reacted adversely to every name we’ve tried to give her and the one time she broke out I had to watch in horror as she swallowed a snake whole.”

”She’s perfect,” Danny says, “How much?”

”We don’t typically sell owls here, but Eeylops couldn’t keep her under control,” The woman explains, “But, owls tend to go for 10-15 galleons.” She thinks for a moment, “13 galleons seems about right.”

”13 galleons and I’ll tip an extra 20,” Danny decides.

”What!?” The woman exclaims, “Th-that’s not necessary!”

”It’s okay,” Danny tries to placate her, “I can always get that amount easily.”

“…Who are you?”

Danny grins with sharp, sharp teeth, “A customer.”

———✧

“Ya finally done, aye?” Hagrid asks when Danny finally leaves with the owl’s cage in his hand.

”Yup!” Danny lifts up the cage and moves the small curtain keeping her in the dark, “Hagrid, meet Morana!”

Danny had been told about Platform 9 3/4, his letter mentioned it by name after all. But, apparently whoever writes Hogwarts’ letters must have some kind of magical copy and paste ability, because he found himself going in much different method alongside Hagrid.

Danny stood next to the large man in front of a very tall fireplace and fidgeted a bit on the spot. Death and Ignotus had told him about floos and floopowder, but green fire just made him think about his crown instead of wizards.

Hagrid finally pulled a glass jar out of his pocket (how it fit in there, Danny decided not to ask) and unscrewed the cork lid. He poured a bit of the powder onto his hand and tossed it into the fire which immediately transformed into a green blaze.

”A’ight off ya go,” Hagrid encourages Danny.

Danny takes and deep breath, holds Morana’s cage closer, closes his eyes, and walks into the fire, expecting heat and burns, but is met with a change in scenery instead. The difference noticeable immediately, despite the fact that his eyes were closed. He opened them and was greeted by the sight of an office and then the sound of Hagrid following him through the floo.

”’Ere we are,” The man says, “Hogwarts.”

”And where in Hogwarts are we?”

”This would be my office,” An old voice interrupts and Danny looks up to see an old beared man with twinkling eyes and flowing robes.

”And you are..?” Danny says and listens to Hagrid cough down what sounds like the start of a laugh.

”Albus Dumbledore,” The man introduces himself, “Headmaster of Hogwarts.”

Realization dawn on Danny, “Oh shit!” He yelps, “sorry dude!”

“All is well,” Dumbledore assures him.

”Why am I in your office anyways?” Danny asks, “There’s no way I’ve already got detention when school hasn’t even started yet!!”

Dumbledore chuckles, “No, no, I just wished to talk to you before we sent you out. It wouldn’t do to send someone so unprepared into a lions den.”

”’E may not be as unprepared as we thought,” Hagrid says.

”Oh?” Dumbledore prompts.

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Even with all that has happened in the past few years and is currently happening, Harry can’t help but feel some kind of joy watching the first years get sorted into their houses. Clapping for every kid, and cheering for each Gryffindor. He recognized that they were nearing the end of the alphabet though, which means soon enough Ron will be allowed to eat instead of gazing longingly at the table5

The hat sorts who must certainly be the last kid into Ravenclaw and Harry turns his body to face the table. Suddenly, though, Professor Dumbledore calls out, “Daniel Fenton!”

Huh? F isn’t near the end of the alphabet at all!

Harry turns back to face the front and—

Huuuuhhhh???

Instead of an 11 year old kid like Harry was expecting to see, there was a teenage boy with hair and eyes like the sky; His hair the midnight and his eyes the midday. He was clearly around Harry’s own age and of average height. He looked a bit awkward and his hair was messy in the cute boy kind of way.

Clearly Harry wasn’t the only one confused, he realized as he caught some of the whispers around.

“…what’s going on…”

”…a bit old…”

”…transfer maybe…”

”…kind of cute…”

Seems he wasn’t alone in that last observation.

…

The hat is sure taking its time, isn’t it?

”Fenton, if you would please lower your occlumency shields.” The hat suddenly says.

Occlumency shields? What in Merlin’s name is that? And why do Professor Dumbledore and Snape look so shocked?

Harry watches the boy, Daniel’s, mouth move but hears no words.

”You’re blocking me from your memories, I can’t sort you!” The hat yells and Daniel looks shocked, “Yes, your memories! Did no one tell you how this works?”

Harry can hear a few snickers from the Slytherin table—and even from some of his own housemates—when the hat says that.

”Finally, thank you,” The hat says and everything goes quiet once more. After a few moments, though, the hat starts to wail.

A few students, most on the younger side, clasp their hands over their ears and there is a general feeling of unease and panic.

”What!?” Ron says next to him, “Since when could the Sorting Hat cry!?”

”It doesn’t make any sense,” Hermione replies, “It’s a hat!”

”G-Gryffindor!!” The hat cries out, “Oh, Merlin, it must be Gryffindor!”

And at that, Professor Dumbledore rushes forward and removes the hat, which begins to quiet down. Harry watches as Daniel speaks to the professor and hat, he seems to be apologizing. Harry turns to his friends when they start to talk.

”I wonder what the Sorting Hat could have possibly seen to react like that?” Hermione ponders.

”Shouldn’t be too hard to figure out,” Ron answers, “He’s our newest housemate after all, it seems.”

Harry turns his head back around to the front and sees Daniel, sporting a light dusting on his cheeks, walking towards them.

He turns to Ron, “You might be more correct than you realized, Ron.”

”That would certainly be a first,” Hermione snorts.

”Wha—hey!” Ron cries out.

The trio turn when they hear someone clear their throat. It’s Daniel.

”Uhm, hi?” He says, “Sorry, is this where the fifth years sit?”

”Mhm!” Hermione replies and scoots over, making space for him, “Here we go…”

“Oh! Thank you—“ Daniel begins to say, but cuts himself off when he looks across the table and right at Harry. Harry can’t help but blurt out the first thing that comes to mind when he sees him.

”Your scar!”

“My scar!?” Danny exclaims, “Look at yours!” Danny points at the dude with dark hair, ectoplasmic green eyes, round glasses, and a lightning scar traveling down his forehead from his hairline.

”It looks old,” Danny continues speaking, “But it’s a lichtenberg figure, what the heck did you do to cause that?”

”What do you mean?” The guy asks.

”Lichtenberg figures, or scars, or whatever you want to call it, they fade,” Danny explains, “But that scar of yours is old, meaning you must’ve done something crazy to manage that.”

”Oh yeah?” The ginger sitting next to the guy asks, “Then how’d you get yours?”

”Oh, electrocution,” Danny answers, “I should’ve died, in all honesty.”

”Killing curse,” The dark haired guy says.

”Hah?” 

“My scar,” He explains, “It’s from the killing curse…”

”Killing curse, killing curse…” Danny mumbles to himself, “Oh! That’s that abra cadabra one, right?”

”Uhm, sure?” The boy replies.

Danny slips graciously into the spot that the girl had cleared for him, “We should start a club,” Danny says, “For people who defied death and got sick ass lightning scars out of it.”

The boy snorts and Danny counts it as a win.

”I’m Danny by the way, not, ew, Daniel.” Danny shudders and reaches a hand out to the guy.

”I’m Harry Potter,” He accepts the hand and Danny catches expectant looks from the surrounding students.

”Cool name,” Danny says and drops his hand back down.

”You… don’t recognize it?” The girl asks him.

”Oh shit,” Danny says, “Is he, like, a celebrity or something??”

”He—“ She says shocked, “He’s Harry Potter! The Boy who lived!”

‘Yeah, and I’m the boy who didn’t,’ Danny thought to himself.

”Is now a good time to mention I only, like, just learned a couple months ago about wizards?” Danny ponders, “Or that I’m American?”

The girl squawks and Danny can hear Harry snort humorously.

”It’s alright,” Harry says, “I didn’t even know I was the ‘Boy Who Lived’ until I was eleven.”

”Mood,” Danny laughs.

”You’re-“ Ginger starts, but then stops, “How old are you?”

”15.”

”Right, you’re 15 and you only learned about magic a couple months ago!?” Ginger exclaims, “Just—Just how!?”

“It’s pretty simple really,” Danny explains, “Apparently my hometown was a sort of dead zone for Magic. It simply couldn’t exist there, so no one, not even I, was able to find out about my whole wizardry status. The MACUSA only found out there was a 15 year old wizard running around a couple of months ago, cause I finally esca- left Amity.”

”That’s oddly convenient,” Danny can hear Ginger mutter to himself.

”But, why are you at Hogwarts then?” The girl asks, “Why not go to an American Wizarding School?”

“None of them wanted anything to do with me, I guess,” Danny replies, “But, they couldn’t just leave me to run around, so they shoved me off onto Dumbledore’s hands.”

”Oh,” She says softly.

”Anyways,” Danny changes the topic, “Is there gonna be food? I’m starving.”

”There should be soon…” Ginger says forlornly.

”Sweet, I haven’t had a full meal in months,” Danny groans.

“Months!?” The girl exclaims, “How on earth?”

”Look…”

”Hermione.”

”Hermione,” Danny starts, “I have spent the last few months on the run from an evil organization. You don’t really get to eat typical food when ordering a single fajita from a food truck could lead to your demise.”

The surrounding Gryffindors that were able to hear what he had said all turned to Danny in shock and confusion.

”Can…Can we know why you were being hunted down?” Harry asks.

”Quite the curious bunch aren’t’cha?” Danny asks jokingly.

Danny watches the teen’s cheeks gain some more color as he blustered on, “A-apologies, I was just, just concerned is all!”

Danny snorts and ignores a mean look from ginger, “Chillax dude,” He starts and ignores the sounds of confusion from some of the young wixen at the way he speaks, “I was just teasin’ ya. Ask away!”

Harry appears to be consoled by this and ginger stops his small glare.

”But, to answer your prior question,” Danny continues to speak, “They thought I was a ghost.”

…

”Excuse me?” Hermione asks.

”You’re excused,” Danny nods softly.

”That’s—That’s not what I meant!” She huffs, “Why on earth would they assume you were a ghost!”

“They were ghost hunters. Anything abnormal was seen as ghostly. Now, I’ll just let your imaginations explain what would happen if they saw a wizard.” Danny was, of course, lying out of his ass about the wizard part. The GIW were totes right about his ghostliness.

There were some concerned gasps and sad coos, “Oh my,” Hermione remarked with her own gasp.

”It’s all fine though,” Danny waved the concern off, “I’m pretty sure the MACUSA knows about ‘em now because of me, though, and plan to dismantle them.”

”I don’t even know these so-called ghost hunters, but good riddance!” Ginger cheers, causing Danny to smile sadly.

”Good riddance is right,” He sighs, “Those monsters too so much from me, and would’ve gotten away with it too, if it wasn’t for this meddling kid.” He points to himself.

Before any of the others can question the phrase or what he meant, food begins to appear on the plates in front of them. Ginger’s face lights up exponentially and he doesn’t hesitate to dig in, earning a scoff from Hermione.

Danny looks down in wonder, himself. He had heard horror stories of British food before, and he half expected to come face to face with beans and mush. 

“Either the stories I’ve heard are exaggerated or your guys’ magic cancels out bad British food…” Danny says before he can think better of shaming British food in front of British people.

Ginger speaks up from where he was stuffing his face, “This isn’t made by wizards,” He takes a big gulp, “Hogwarts’ house elves make it.”

Hermione gains a sour look on her face at the mention of the elves, Danny notices it asks, “What’s with the look? Is something wrong with these ‘elves.’”

Hermione sighs and slumps her shoulders, “House elves,” She corrects, “They aren’t like the more muggle, ah, mundane versions of elves. They’re small, pale, goblin-esque beings.”

Danny nods along encouragingly, accepting any knowledge he can get.

”I don’t mind the elves, themselves,” She ignores Ginger snorting at the rhyme, “It’s their situation that I dislike. I, truthfully, pity the elves.” 

“What for? Are they, like, underpaid? Overworked?” Danny asks, thinking about mid-wage workers back home.

”Worse!” She exclaims, “They aren’t paid at all! And they’re supposed ‘master’s’ see nothing wrong with working them to the bone!” She slams a hand on the long table, and Danny watches out of the corner of his eye as Harry winces.

”They enjoy working! They’re natural servants, it’s what they do! It’s beneficial to them and their masters provide for them.” Ginger argues while Hermione seethes. Danny stares at the two in shock, his mouth hanging open. 

Danny remembered back home during their History to 1865 class (which was taught by none other than Lancer). The books had explained some of the views of the slave owners back then, and Sam would often rant about how they had deluded themselves into thinking they were doing good. She grumbled about it enough that it was engraved in his mind.

”Dude,” Danny turns to Harry, “Are they both serious?”

Harry directs his attention to Danny, who watches him swallow nervously for some reason, “Uhm, yeah?”

”What the fuuuck…” Danny mutters to himself and then looks apologetically at Harry, “Sorry for this,” He whispers, causing the boy to look confused.

Danny turns back to the squabbling two, grasps the empty goblet in front of him, and hit the table with it. He uses barely any of his strength, but it makes a loud noise anyway, directing more than just ginger and Hermione’s attention.

Danny clears his throat, “Gingy,” He looks at the boy who grumbles at the name, “These house elves, has it been proven what you say is true? Do they express this themselves and agree wholeheartedly?”

”Well—“

”Because,” Danny cuts him off, “Back in mundane, excuse me, muggle America, before 1865, living, breathing, humans were kept as slaves. I don’t know if you wizards do this, but the muggle Britain did as well.”

There was some whispered surprise, it seems wizards weren’t used to the idea of human slavery.

”These people were stolen from their homes and brought it different lands. Their skin had a different pigment than those from Europe, and were thus enslaved.”

”What does this have to do with house elves?” Ginger asks.

”This argument you gave about the house elves?” Danny looks at the boy judgmentally, “It’s almost exactly the argument human-slaveowners would use. But those slaves? They weren’t happy, they didn’t have good lives. I sure hope the rest of this so-called ‘Wizarding world’ isn’t like you.”

Ginger watches him with some shock and some anger, but also an underlying guilt.

Danny pushes his food away from him, and looks anywhere but at Ginger, “I’ve lost my appetite.”

He wanted nothing more than to storm off at that moment, but he didn’t even know where he would go.

He hadn’t meant to get so riled up. Maybe Sam had rubbed off on him more than he realized, maybe he couldn’t help but think of the ghosts under Pariah Dark’s rule, or maybe he was just emotional.

…

He missed Sam.

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After ignoring all conversation the rest of dinner to keep himself calm, Danny was one of the first to leave the Dining Hall. This, of course, resulted in him having no idea where he was to go, what he was to do, or the locations of his housemates.

Simply put, he’s fucked.

At this point he’s just mindlessly turning halls and racing up and down stairs in his journey to find wherever the rest of Gryffindor stays.

Right as he’s about to give up, he turns a corner once more, a puff of cold air ejects itself from his throat, and he comes face to face with a—

Jester?

Well, at least it’s not a clown.

Their giggles are certainly annoying, though.

Danny jumps back and looks at the jester, that he’s now realized is a poltergeist. They’re rare compared to the many other realms beings, and Danny’s never actually interacted with one before. The only reason he can tell what it is, is the training he’d done to his ghost sense.

”Uhm, hello?” Danny asks, interrupting the jester’s laughter. 

The jester mimes wiping a tear away from their eye as they finish laughing. They release the hold they’d had on their stomach and stand up to face Danny. Only for their face to immediately drop as their eyes turned to saucers. Mere seconds later they were flying off at an intense speed.

”Well that’s rude,” Danny comments, “I’m not that ugly.”

Danny coughs up another, smaller, gust of cold when he hears a male voice speak from nowhere, “You can ignore Peeves, he’s just…”

Danny watches as a body slowly appears to accompany the previously disembodied voice. It feels like a shade to his ghost sense, but no quite. Oh yeah, wizarding ghosts.

The ghost appears as though he’s under a black and white filter, no colors outside of the grayscale. His skin a light gray, his eyes a deep black, and his messy hair a matching shade.

He’s wearing what looks to be an older version of the Hogwarts uniform and seems to be the same age as Danny. Although, appearances are always deceiving when it comes to ghosts. He has the vibe of a sickly Victorian child, and, well, he easily could be. The deep eye bags under his obsidian eyes a clear indicator of his sleeplessness from when he was alive.

All in all, he looks kind of emo.

Obviously, Danny had found a kindred spirit.

”…He’s just what?” Danny decides to venture forth. He hadn’t meant unsubtly size up the ghost, but it’s fine cause it appears he was doing the same.

The ghost coughs and his gray cheeks darken, “He’s, uh, a troublemaker. He likes to, uhm, play pranks.”

”Ah, a poltergeist after my own cold, dead, heart,” Danny jokes.

The ghost boy tilts his head, “So, you are him, then?”

Danny pauses and mirrors the ghost’s head tilt, “Him who?”

The ghost looks around skeptically, floats closer, and speaks lowly, “The King?”

”Oh!” Danny exclaims, spooking the spook, “Sorry! Yeah, that’s me. Danny Fenton, and you are?”

”It’s…alright,” The ghost carefully forgives him, “And you may call me Simon. I’ve haunted these halls since 1826.” Simon dips his head respectfully.

Danny snaps a finger at him, “Aha! No wonder you look like a sickly victorian boy!”

”Excuse me?”

“Sorry, sorry!” Danny apologizes again, “I have a, let’s say, defective brain to mouth filter.”

Simon gives him an incredulous, yet almost withering, look.

Danny stares back at him with empty eyes.

Simon sighs, “Look, not to offend someone of your stature, but just what are you doing here at this time?”

”Here as in Hogwarts, or here as in this little hallway?” Danny asks.

”Obviously you’re at Hogwarts to learn magic,” Simon explains, “I’m asking why in Merlin’s name you are walking around the halls like a lost puppy, when you should be with the rest of your house.”

Danny puts his hands together, making a thick finger gun, “Would you believe me if I told you I was lost..?”

Simon looks at him with a dead, hah, stare. “I utterly cannot believe that you are the Phantom,” He sighs and floats past Danny, giving a look back over his shoulder, “Come, follow me. As much as I loathe to go anywhere near the Gryffindor house, I owe it to someone like you to at least show the way.”

“Awww!” Danny lights up like a Christmas tree and hurries after Simon, “Thank you!”

”Yes, w-well…” Simon trails off and looks away from Danny, “Don’t make this a habit!”

”No promises!” Danny says with a thumbs up.

”That is not reassuring.”

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Danny followed Peeves to his house. They passed by Portraits that bowed to him as he walked by.  Eventually, after going around in what felt like a circle. “ are we there yet “Danny asked for the third time. “No my king. “Peeves said when he stopped and turned sharply.  they came to a portrait called ‘The Fat Lady.’ 

Peeves flew off, leaving him alone. The fat lady's mouth fell open as she stared at him. “Uh, can I go in, please? “  she nodded. “ Of course, of course,my king. Come in. “ the portrait opened to an empty living room-like area. As soon as he walked in and noticed the worn-out couch and scattered books lying around. It reminded him of his old life back home, he let out a sigh and went to his dorm room. 

When he walked in and saw four beds, one with his trunk on the end of it and the other three were empty. Ok so he had an empty room to himself, that’s cool. He flew over to his trunk and unpacked. He took out his pens and papers. His Quills and parchment. His  books and anything he may need tomorrow for his classes. 

He took out Ellie and Dan's cores and put them on a pillow he put in a box. Their cores looked like gems in the way that they shine. He watched as their colors would shift from one to the other.  He smiled as he watched them. Before remembering that he hadn’t showered in awhile. He felt his hair and found it to be greasy. 

Danny smiled after he was done washing and drying his hair, he brushed his teeth before he  got ready for bed and flopped onto his new bed for the year. It was comfy in a way that reminded him of his old bed. 

He looked at them with a warm, sleepy smile on his face. “ good night Dan. Good night Ellie. I love you both so much. Sweet dreams. “ danny kissed their cores and smiled as he fell asleep.

The next morning he woke up with a yawn and got ready for the day. After getting lost trying to find the great hall, he made sure no one was around before turning intangible and flew around to find it. When he did, he made sure the Coast was clear and turned back in front of the doors of the great hall.

Ron glared as he piled food onto his plate, Hermione and Harry looking around to see what looked good. “ i’m telling you, the new guys story is fishy. He has scars like harry’s, he’s a transfer from America, and he’s a bit standoffish. “ ron bit in his bacon and ate a bit before continuing. “ and i asked around. No one has him for a roommate, something is off. “ he turned to Hermione. “ back be up here Mione. Tell him that something's up. “

Hermione glared as she wiped herself off. “First off, Ron. Say it, don’t spray it. And please learn to talk after your done eating. And Second, you're just mad that he threw your blatant rhetoric back in your face ron. “ she said.

Ron's mouth fell open. “ he could be the son of Voldemort for all we know! And its not ratorick if it’s true. “Hermione looked at him as her jaw fell open. “ it’s rhetoric and i will be teaching you that word later and if he was why wouldn’t he be in Slytherin. Wouldn’t he be the heir of the house? “  he took another bite. “ i don’t know? Maybe to get closer to Harry? or, or! Dumbledore! “Hermione shook her head as the doors to the great hall opened, revealing the new guy, Danny. 

Danny found an empty spot and piled on the food. He smiled as he ate. All was going good when he heard someone speak up. “ Good morning, children. As your new professor of Defense against the dark arts and the under Secretary of the Minister of magic. i’d like to you to know that the Ministry has all your best Interests at heart. And that we would like you to know that we will look into the Allegations of you- know-whos return” she smiled after she was done and sat back down. 

Danny got a creepy vibe from the woman in pink. None of the other kids said anything and also gave her Suspicious looks, clearly not trusting her either.  Breakfast was nice in a way. He heard them all talk about different things that sounded fun. 

He had classes with the other Gryffindor kids. Danny looked at his timetable. Monday included Divination and double Defense Against the Dark Arts; Tuesday had Care of Magical Creatures and Herbology; and Wednesday featured double Herbology and then Care of Magical Creatures. 

He walked into divination and knew from the second he saw her that she was pulling this all from her drunken ass. He even knew she was drunk because he had working eyes and could see both the Bottle of Sherry on her desk and the fact that she was stumbling around as she walked. 

Needless to say, he was not impressed. He rolled his eyes and sat down as she talked about shit she knew nothing about. The Crystal ball thing was fun. He got to see some parts of his Future: him having a peaceful life with his kids, them playing and being a family. 

The tea thing was what really took the Biscuit. She was stumbling around and giving out fake bleak Prophecies of doom and gloom. When she came over to him and she tried to do the same to him, but he knew what he saw and what it meant. he could see two things. A basket and wings. He knew what they meant. He smiled it was good news for him at least. 

She leaned over to see in his cup.” tsk tsk. It says here you will carry a Burden and have horrible luck with marriage. Danny looked at her in shock before he glared at her and put his cup down. “ listen here lady. I don’t know if it’s the bottle of Sherry or the fact that you need to get your glasses checked but you read the tea leafs wrong. “ he showed her the cup. Pointing everything out for her. “ i have a basket and wing. Angel wings mean GOOD news and the basket means birth or Addition to the family. “ he glared at her. “ so i don’t know where you saw a Camel and wedding rings. “ 

She looked at him and gave him a Stern look. “ that is quite enough. I am the teacher here and i know what i’m talking about. Now take a seat mister fenton. “Danny huffed as he sat down. “ i think that Sherry's messing with your eyes. Not that there was much to mess with to begin with fraud. “  by the end he just left there more Frustrated then he could remember ever being in his entire life.

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After that disaster of a class, Danny walked down to Potions, still muttering about the fraud of a teacher, Miss Trelawney. “You’ll have a Burden and bad luck in marriage. Yeah, right. " He rolled his eyes. “I know how to read, and clearly she doesn’t, “ he muttered with a glare. “I’ve seen Muggle fortune tellers with more talent than her. “  

Ron glared at him. Something was off, and he was going to find out what it was. If He was just a Muggleborn, then how did he know how to read tea leaves? He doesn’t seem to like Trelawney either.

Ron watched as the new guy sat down by himself when he saw Hermione sit down next to him and give him a kind smile. 

Hermione looked at Danny as he looked her in the eyes and smiled back. “ so how did you learn of hogwarts? Usually those around the english and Irish areas get letters to attend here. “ Danny rubbed the back of his neck. “ oh like i said no other school would take me, that’s about it. “ 

The Questions went on from there. “ so who’s your Magical guardian? “Danny’s back straightened. “What “ she saw the look of fear in his eyes. Why would he be scared of her asking that question? “ i- “ 

Professor Snape cleared his throat.” There will be no wand waving in this class, so put them away. “The professor looked at him with a glare. “ and please, no interruptions in my classroom Mr. Fenton. This is not divination class, and i am certainly not Trelawney. I will not take disrespect lightly. “With that, he swished his cape as he made his way to his cauldron. 

Danny let out a groan. “This is going to be a long class.” Hermione nodded.” yes it will.” she got out her Potions book and opened to the page the lesson was on. she looked over, seeing Danny digging for his. A sigh escaped her as she put it on the table. “ i’ll get the ingredients while you get the cauldron ready. Deal? “ she held out her hand. “Deal. “Danny grinned and shook her hand. 

Ron watched them the entire time in class but still saw nothing. He spied on the new guy when they had classes together. When lunch came around he saw the new guy sitting next to Neville. 

In the middle of lunch, three big vultures, one wearing a red fez, were carrying packages that landed in front of Danny. His hands shook as he recognized vlad’s handwriting; he took the note from the Bouquet of black and red roses and glared at it, hoping to set it on fire. 

Dear Daniel, I hope that this note finds you well. I bet you're wondering how I found out that you had left America to attend a 10th-ranked magic school in England. I had someone looking for you after you left with my 

children. I was so worried about you and them. I Hope these gifts help you see that I care for both you 

I know that i  was Brazen, i shouldn’t have pushed so hard. I know that i also can’t replace your family. Their loss hurt everyone. But i can give you one of your own with me. We can be a family together.

I’ll even shut down the g.i.w so we can have peace with our children. Please make the right decision and come back home so we can be a family.

Love, vlad

Also, yes, it is a 10th-ranked magic school. I looked into Hogwarts, and it did not impress me. 

Danny crumbled up the paper and levitated all the gifts with his wand. He glared and left without saying a word. The doors of the great hall slammed, leaving everything Silent. 

Hermione looked over at her friends in worry. “ what was that all about? “Ron looked at the door. “ did anyone else think it was… odd that he looked so mad before he took the packages and left? “Harry nodded. “ yea, he looked right mad but still took them. Maybe the note was just embarrassing? “Harry shrugged his shoulders as he continued to eat. 

Harry looked around, trying to quiet down his brain when he saw Neville. He was pale and looked concerned. Neville's eyes met his; his brown eyes were shaking as his Eyebrows pushed together. He got up and made his way over to Hermione. He sat down next to her. “ you need to keep a close eye on Danny.. “Neville mumbled out, his voice barely above a whisper. Quite enough for no one else to hear but Harry, Ron, and Hermione.  

Ron lit up with a smile. “ ha! I told you he was suspicious! He’s probably you-know-who’s son, too right! Or a Death Eater! Either way, i was right! “Ron smiled in victory. Hermione glared at Ron to shut him up before she turned back to Neville. “You were saying, Neville? “ 

he looked into Hermione’s eyes. “ i only skimmed that letter but it wasn’t good, Hermione. I think danny has a stalker or worse… keep an eye on him for his own Safety. And from what i could see… take him to Madam Pomfrey as soon as Possible and ask her to see if she can find a baby…”

 Hermione’s jaw dropped, Ron spat out his food, and Harry dropped his glass. “What! “ all three yelped. “From what I saw, I think something happened to Danny. We have to keep him safe and away from that psycho. “ Neville continued. After that launch didn’t seem so Appetizing. 

Danny stomped to his dorm room and put down the gifts. “ fucking Fruit Loop. “Danny walked of over Dan and Ellie's cores. They looked dull and tired. Maybe they need to be in Danny for a bit. He felt them. Ellie’s was hot while Dan's was cool. That worried him. he put them in his body to get back to normal. 

Their cores had to be certain temperature to keep them safe. He smiled as he felt them shift into place. Everything was going to be ok. He just had to make sure Vlad couldn’t go near him. 

He remembered the black and red roses and put them in a vase outside his dorm room.

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Danny went through the gifts; a mix of baby stuff and things for himself. Clothes, shoes, jewelry, a Specter phone ( a ghost smartphone that's popular in the ghost zone.) Medicine for ghost morning sickness and other things to keep a core nice and healthy. 

Ellie and Dan got clothes in a Range of different ages( mostly kid ) , shoes the same as the clothes, blankets, pillows, toys( baby to older kid ), cribs that change from infant to toddler to kid and then just a normal bed,  nappies and Finally two school bags.  Danny was annoyed just looking at the mess his dorm had become. He hated to admit it; but it seems like Vlad was prepared for whatever may happen.

Dan and Ellie may come back older or they could come back younger. He had no clue and neither did Vlad.

He huffed as he got up and fixed himself up to get to Defense Against the Dark Arts. He didn’t want to be late on his first day here, so he rushed out of his room, which was still a mess.

Danny turned Intangible and got to class unseen. He sat down before he felt the cores attach to his. “ Ow! “ he grabbed his stomach with a glare. “Little jerks “ 

By the time more students came in Danny got his book and was ready for class. He didn’t notice his fellow Gryffindors look at him in worry. 

Hermione watched him. Danny looked fine, but looks can be deceiving.  Ron and Harry looked over his shoulder. Everything looked normal to them

When Umbridge entered the room, it was like she had sucked all Energy out of the room like a human dementor. They saw the way some kids Including Danny seemed to be put off by the Suddenly cold atmosphere. 

Her kitten heels clicked on the marble floor as she walked. She had pressed her pink outfit to perfection. Her hair curled just so and soon everything else will fall into place as well.

Soon the children will tell their parents the truth and stop with these frivolous lies,She thought.  She cleared her throat so her voice could be nice and clear. “Good morning children. “ she smiled

Everyone gave her a half-hearted good morning back. Harry was getting flashbacks of his aunt Petunia. So he already didn’t like her. Hermione had read The Stepford Wives and was getting Uncanny Valley seeing her, while Ron could only see his aunt Muriel who was a born-again Christian. Umbrige looked like one of the women that thought she was better than others. How did his aunt put it. holier then tho? 

All Danny saw was a mix of spectra and the lunch lady, “ i said Good morning, children. “Danny cringed. “ Good morning, Miss Umbrige. “Everyone groaned as she made her speech on the first day of class, like she didn’t make one at breakfast. 

By the time she was done all of the students except Danny were outraged. It was silent but you could still feel it around the room. 

Danny felt uncomfortable after she was done with her speech. It reminded him of what the g.i.w had said once. Not word for word, but the vibe was there. 

Hermione ‌glared at the professor. Ron felt his blood boil, Harry felt his eye twitch as his quill snapped. Everyone had one thing in common: they all felt cheated. 

Everyone was throwing a fit when Danny grabbed his stomach. “ ah! “ hermione jumped over the long table to get to him. Danny fell over holding himself. She helped him stand. “ Harry, Ron ! help me get him to Madam Pomfrey! “ Ron and Harry jump over the long table.

Ron grabbed the new guy's legs while Hermione held him under his arms. Harry ran ahead to clear the way. 

When they got to Madam Pomfrey’s, Danny in Horrible pain. They put him the bed gently to help him. Harry took pomfrey a side and whispered to her. “ can you check and see if he’s pregnant? An odd letter came in and we want to make sure he’s safe from the person who sent it. “

 She look Concerned before she gave a nod. Danny felt cold sweat cover his body. She cast a spell to see all of what was going on. She along with harry and his friends gasped. They saw two little forms the size of raspberries. He was 8 weeks pregnant. 

He was also suffering from Dehydration, Malnourishment, low blood suger and stress. Madam Pomfrey felt her eye twitch a bit before she rushed to get the potions she needed. “ when he gets better i’m giving that boy a good talking too about not taking care of himself while pregnant “ 

Hermione looked over at her. “ i don’t think he knows… “  she looked over at her before something clicked. “ you don’t think?... “ Hermione Silently nodded. Madam Pomfrey covered her mouth as she looked over at the boy sweating a small Puddle on the bed. 

She gave him the potions he needed, he started to look a bit better but wasn’t responding to anything they asked. 

Harry and them left back to class but when they did they saw Umbridge getting chased out of her own classroom by Peeves. 

Neville asked them what happened to danny while the rest of the class left to watch Umbridge get Harassed, To them, this was karma.

Hermione told him everything. “ poor guy.. “ Ron and Harry nodded. By the time lunch rolled around, everyone knew Danny was in the nurse's office.

“ did you hear about the new guy? “ “ i heard he got hit with a spell during class “ “ i heard it was a prank gone wrong “ “ i heard he  collapsed from stress. “ i heard harry did it because the new guy stole attention away from him “ “ i heard it was ron because he gave him a dressing down at launch yesterday. “ they walked in hearing all the whispers as everyone talked and Speculated. 

They knew what really happened. So everything They said just slid right off, like Water off a duck's back.

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I feel so bad for this—especially considering I’ve never abandoned a fic before. But, I’d originally posted chapter 1 to avoid deletion from my drafts, but I totally lost the brain worm that came with it. I never actually read the books, and only watched the movies years ago. I had been struck by random inspiration last January? February? And drafted up some stuff. It hasn’t come to fruition though.

Suffice to say, I’ll be abandoning this fic.  I will leave it up in the hopes of inspiring a better author than myself.

It’s been practically abandoned this entire time, anyways. 

Plot points that were meant to come include

• Dan and Ellie revival.

• The Sorcerer’s stone was going to secretly be a ghost core
• Vlad was going to find out about Hogwarts and send his vultures in to deliver things. It was going to be something creepy, idk
• i wanted to give Danny a boyfriend 😔 most likely Harry, tbh
• Danny was going to retrieve all of the deathly hallows and save them from imprisonment
• Ron was going to be suspicious of Danny and find Ellie’s core. He would then take it as proof to Harry and Hermione that Danny was up to something. Draco would encounter them and attempt to steal the core. Danny, on a warpath, would hunt them down and demand they stop. Ellie’s core is almost dropped, and Danny reveals it isn’t a gem, but his daughter
• the ghosts would recognize Danny, and help him the best they can.

As you can see, there was barely anything planned out and I was simply and utterly unprepared. I decided to post the unedited chapters I had drafted. 

im sorry