Hey everyone. Thanks for being so incredibly patient with this story. I placed it on hold for a while as I reassessed it and tried to figure out a way to make it even better. As a result I've begun an off-site, more in-depth story from the perspective of Danny and his adventures through Hogwarts called Danny Phantom and the Ministerial Acquisition. Feel free to check it out. I've placed a snippet of the first chapter below.

My plan is to getthat story up to the same speed as this one to begin posting both perspectives at the same time. I hope you enjoy! Please feel free to leave a review on the other story on your thoughts and expectations.

Cheers!

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Chapter 1: The Letter

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'Hey, Danny? Danny! You've got a letter!'

Danny jolted from where he had been staring listlessly at the wall of his bedroom. His best friend, Tucker, was waving a hand wildly at his face, staring at him from behind a pair of thick square glasses.

"What?" Danny asked intelligently.

Tucker rolled his eyes, adjusting his customary red knit-cap from where it was perched on his head and pointed outside. Glancing at the window, Danny spotted his sorrily-named owl, Spooky, whose feathers were drooping rather pathetically in the humid evening air. Quickly he stood and strode toward the window, prying it open and allowing Spooky to hop inside, looking disgruntled as she extended a leg. There was an envelope, his name scrawled on the front in precise handwriting he didn't recognise.

'What is it?' Tucker asked from Danny's desk where a miniature battlefield was splayed out.

They had been locked away upstairs for the better part of the last few days, spending the final week of summer vacation playing their favourite game, Doom. It wasn't meant to be a board game, but Danny's magic had a nasty habit of shorting out electronics and Tucker had banned him from playing with him after he had destroyed his favourite console when they were twelve. It had taken weeks for Tucker to forgive Danny, and that was only after he had figured out how to use his magic to make a real-life version of the game, complete with tiny lifelike characters that took fervour in hacking each other's heads off.

Danny fingered the envelope in his grip. It was made of thick parchment much like the MACUSA liked to use, 'I don't know.'

Untying the letter from Spooky's ankle he gave her a happy scratch under the chin, who gave a hoot as he lowered her to the desk beside the battlefield where his level-nine mage lay decapitated and twitching. She waddled over to Tucker, cooing softly to him, before snatching the last slice of his mega-mighty-meat pizza right out of his hands.

Danny ignored Tucker's outraged cry, flipping the envelope over. It was old and yellowed, with a crimson wax seal forming the letter H. Slipping a thumb under the lip he tugged it open. A piece of parchment slipped out, with small neat handwriting scrawled across it.

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Dear Mr Fenton,

I am personally writing to you to request your attendance to this school year's upcoming Tetrawizard tournament, along with your classmates and the delegates from Durmstrang and Beauxbatons. The tournament is to be held at Hogwarts from October the 30th. Wizards over the age of seventeen may compete in the trials where the winner will be rewarded one thousand galleons and the promise of eternal glory.

I look forward to meeting you,

Albus Percival Wulfric Brian Dumbledore,

Headmaster of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry.