I don't own Harry Potter or Danny Phantom. I would be doing this for money if I did.

Chapter 1

"I want to know how he does it."

"Danny, we've already investigated multiple times and every time it's a wasted effort. I think you're just going to have accept it as one of the unsolvable mysteries of life and deal with it."

"This is the fifth time today, Sam. The fifth time today! I don't understand how he does it! None of the other ghosts can do this! He's driving me insane! I just wanted to eat dinner in peace!"

"BEWARE! And prePARE for your DOOM!"

Bam! Danny's forehead hit the restaurant table of the Nasty Burger in exasperation.

"Duty calls, dude!" Tucker teased between his cackling.

Without lifting his head off the table, Danny warned, "Tucker, I swear I'll hurt you if you don't stop laughing."

Tucker, sitting next to Danny and across from Sam, tried to comply, but his face contorted with the strain of holding the laughter in.

"RUN in FEAR of the ruler of ALL things SQUARE and CUBED!"

Tucker threw his head back and howled at the Box Ghost's proclamation. Danny sat up and gave him a sharp jab in the ribs with his elbow.

"OUCH! Okay, okay! I agree! The box ghost is getting annoying! Just go deal with him a already!"
With that Danny, the shortest of the trio, slid out of their booth and rushed to the the back of the restaurant into the bathroom.

Once inside Danny quickly scanned the room and it's three stalls to make sure there weren't any ghost traps or any other occupants in the room.

"I'm so paranoid." He sighed "Going ghost. Again."

A white ring of light appeared around his waist. The light then split into two rings and repelled away from each other. Causing one ring to travel up, while the other launched downward. As the light traveled across his body. His red hoody, his plain, slightly baggy, blue jeans, and his old red sneakers were all replaced by a black jumpsuit accented by white gloves, boots, belt, and neckline. His pitch black hair changed to a pure white and his warm blue eyes turned to a glowing toxic green.

Grabbing the Fenton Thermos off his belt, Danny made himself invisible and flew through bathroom wall, into the kitchen area.

Sam and Tucker sipped their sodas silently as they watched employees and customers evacuate the building in a flurry and listened to the commotion in the kitchen. There was a shout of anger, a cry of fear, a rather destructive sounding crash, and a cry of pain. By the time their raven haired friend re-emerged from the bathroom everyone had cleared the restaurant, leaving the trio to themselves.

"Maybe Vlad is helping him out of the ghost zone to annoy me." Danny grumpily hypothesized as he slumped back into the red leather booth.

"That theory doesn't explain how Box Ghost gets out of the thermos," Tucker stated.

Sam groaned, "can we not have this conversation again?"

"Fine. Let's get out of here before the cops and paramedics show up." Danny sighed and started gathering up the left over food.

His friends nodded and followed suit.

Getting up and walking to the front counter, Sam reached over it and grabbed a couple of to-go bags.

"Hey, you guys hear about the Doom update they're working on?" She asked as she handed the boys each a bag. They all began to fill the bags with their leftovers.

"Yeah!" Tucker eagerly jumped in the subject, "I heard they're adding two whole levels!"

"Dude, are you serious?!" Danny exclaimed as they got up and headed for the door.

"Completely," Sam nodded once. "I heard a rumor that one of the levels is going to have cyborg zombies."

"No way! That would be so awesome! Can you imagine using the SG-Slasher x200 on a hoard of zombies?!" Danny excitedly pushed open the glass door and stepped out of the cozy restaurant air into the cool evening breeze.

Sam's eyes widened, "I didn't even think of that! That would be so wicked!"

The trio lazily strolled down the street as they enthusiastically continued the conversation on the different weapons that could be used on cyborg zombies, completely ignoring the emergency vehicles flying past. Once they reached their destination, a hidden corner of Amity's park that they had claimed to themselves as it was out of sight and rarely got any visitors, they made themselves comfortable on the overgrown grass and reopened their meals.

"Hey Sam," Tucker addressed, "me and Danny tried to call you yesterday to see if you wanted to play Doom with us, but you're butler said that you were in a session with a counselor. What's that about?"
Sam groaned and rolled her entire head. "It is really that surprising? My parents think there's something wrong with me."

"So, they got you a psychologist?" Danny questioned and gathered his empty burger and fries wrappers and put them in his to-go bag. Once finished, he transformed and began hovering upside down and cross legged in the air.

"Not really a psychologist per say, but pretty much," Sam replied, not even blinking at her friends actions.

"Man, that totally sucks," Tucker sympathized as he shoved a fist full of fries in his mouth. "It isn't anything like Spectra, is it?"

"No Tucker, of course not. Spectra was a ghost feeding off our misery," she chastised disgustedly. Then she said with a grin, "Mrs. Harper is actually really cool; she thinks my parents are full of it."

Danny's eyebrows were scrunched together in seriousness and worry. "You do know there's nothing wrong with you, right Sam? You're one of the greatest people I've ever met."

Sam laughed a little at the conviction and intensity Danny spoke with while he was upside down. Then blushed a little and replied, "of course I know nothing is wrong with me. But thank you, Danny."

Danny crossed his arms. "I'm just stating the truth."

Tucker was about to make a snarky remark at the touching exchange, when faded red markings in the grass below Danny caught his eye. After studying them for a few seconds Tucker realized that they were solidifying and slowly expanding.

"Um, hey guys? What is that?" He pointed at the ground.

Danny looked up at the ground and tilted his head in confusion. Slowly, Danny flipped over and landed, kneeling on the ground to touch the curious markings. As soon as Danny's fingers made contact with it, it began to glow.

"Whoa!" Danny jumped back into the air.

Then the red markings started to run like water, creating more lines and squiggles. Tucker and Sam got to their feet and backed away as the markings approached them. They all watched in fascination as the flowing lines all connected making a giant circle with a heptagon inside it and a seven pointed star inside that. Danny couldn't make sense of any of the smaller symbols and writing inside the circle.

"Danny! That's a summoning circle!" Sam gasped.

Tucker shot a questioning glance at Sam.

"How do you know wha-" Sam glared at Tucker. "Right. Goth. Got it."

A little surprised at the revelation, Danny tried floating backwards out of circle. But, much to his dismay, it followed him, keeping him in the center. "But I'm not summoning anyone! I don't even know how to sum-"

"Danny, I think your the one being summoned!" Sam cut him off.

They were all silent with wide eyed shock for only a moment, before the circle surged and the glow began pulse, getting brighter with each pulse.

"WHAT DO WE DO? HOW DO I STOP IT? I HAVE HOMEWORK DUE TOMORROW AND I DO NOT FEEL LIKE DEALING WITH THIS SORT OF THING RIGHT NOW!" Danny yelled, slightly panicked.

The red glow was almost blinding at this point.

"CALM DOWN DANNY! Just turn human! YouCan'tSummonAHuman!" Sam said in a rush, not feeling very calm herself.

"Right! Duh, I'll do tha-" With one final pulse Danny was gone. His friends gaped stupidly at the fading crimson circle until it completely disappeared.

"We're going to need the boo-marang," Tucker stated.

Elsewhere.

"-at." In a flash Danny changed back into his human self, clumsily dropping to the ground with a thump. But before Danny had been able to complete the word, he had felt a strange and sudden sensation in his ghostly core. It felt as though something had grabbed it and given it a sharp tug. The odd sensation had been gone and replaced by exhaustion by the time he had finished speaking. The kind of exhaustion one gets from pulling an all nighter with no caffeine. Then the smell of copper and ash hit him like a ton of bricks. The copper smell had a weird hint of road kill to it.

"Oh no." Danny thought with clenched teeth "that's blood. A lot of blood."

Danny's stomach pinched and twisted, threatening to empty it's contents in protest to the overpowering smell. He squeezed his eyes shut and took a deep breath through his mouth to avoid the stench and calm his stomach. Green smoke blocked anything and everything from view. The green smoke stung his eyes and burned his throat as he inhaled it. He got to his feet ignoring the exhaustion and the need to puke, the stone floor and lack of breeze told him he was indoors. But the only thing on his mind was that he wanted out of the smoke and away from the smell.

Someone said something from behind Danny, causing him to tense into a defensive stance as he pivoted towards the voice. The smoke suddenly cleared faster than he thought possible. He was in a dungeon like room, surrounded by a group of people in black cloaks and white skull masks. Some of the masked figure gasped as the smoke cleared.

He carefully turned. Silently taking in the dark room and it's contents. There where about twenty figures, all evenly spaced and in a perfect circle with Danny in the center. At the feet of each figure, sat a wooden bowl with wispy trails of smoke that seemed to be slowly dying out. That's when Danny noticed that the red circle had followed him here, only now the circle wasn't glowing and it looked like it had been carved into the stone floor and filled with blood. Behind some of the figures there were lumps or bags of something laying on the floor, but his view was obscured and it was too dark to really make out what they were. He finally rested his gaze on the only person without a mask. Danny kind of wished he did have a mask on. The man was noseless with piercing red eyes and deathly pale skin. For a second he thought the man was a ghost or at least being possessed by one, because of his red eyes. But they lacked that unnatural, yet subtle glow. Even though the man was at least ten feet away, it felt as though he was way too close for comfort. Danny noted that he had a stick gripped in his right hand, kind of the way you'd see someone gripping a gun.

The man spoke in smooth and dangerous tone, "Greetings, I am the Dark Lord Voldemort, the one who has summoned you. Are you the Great Lord and King of the demons, Pariah Dark?"

"Huh? What? No, I'm not Pariah Dark." Danny's head was spinning. Whether it was from the potent

smell or confusion, Danny wasn't sure. Maybe it was both.

"Then who are you and why have you been summoned and not the Great Pariah Dark?" Voldemort demanded.

"I-I have no clue. Who are you? Please, don't tell me you're a cult, because I don't think I can handle-"

"I asked for your name, child." The dark lord demanded again with a creepily calm tone. It sent a shiver up Danny's spine and made his hair stand on end.

Danny shifted, hesitating, not really wanting to tell the man his name. Danny took his eyes off the man and quickly scanned for an opening in the circle of cloaked people and an exit to the room.
Voldemort raised his right arm and said something in another language so fast Danny didn't have much time to process what the strange man was doing. Danny instinctively tried to dodge at the sudden movement, but apparently wasn't fast enough.

Danny crumpled to the ground, unable to breathe at first. The pain was nothing like he had ever experienced. His body involuntarily arched and his hands and feet seized. Once he was able to get air into his lungs, it was let out in a bone chilling scream. He wanted it to stop. His body jerked and twitched as if to get away from the pain, but it was everywhere. Just when he thought he couldn't take it anymore, it stopped.

Lying on his back, tears streaking down the sides of his face, covered in sweat, and trying to get control of his breathing, Danny's mind raced trying to figure out what had just happened and how to keep it from ever happening again.

Danny frantically reached for his cold ghost core. He instantly decided that keeping his secret was not worth risking going through that again. But to his horror, he was unable to transform. Markings on the ceiling caught his attention as they faintly glowed as he tugged on his ghost core. He was powerless. His heart started hammering even harder in his chest.

"Your name." The demand came yet again.

"...D-Danny..." Danny managed to get out between gasps. He hated being told what to do, especially by creepy weirdos without noses, but not as much as he hated the idea of having his cause of death be pain.

"Your full name." This time it sounded like a warning that sent a chill into Danny's gut.

"Don'tGiveHimYourRealNameDon'tGiveYourRealName." Danny thought desperately.

"Daniel Jackson Masters," the lie came out of Danny's mouth before he could really process it. Danny visibly slumped when he realized what name he had given. He made a quick silent prayer that Vlad would never find out. Shakily, Danny slowly sat up and moved to stand. But his muscles ached and his head was spinning, so Danny opted to sitting on his knees with his feet underneath him. His stomach still protested against the potent and humid smell that hung in the air.

Voldemort narrowed his eyes and the entire room stiffened. The boy in front of him was just that, an ordinary boy. He had an American accent and muggle clothing. Voldemort also noted that the boy, Daniel Masters, had backbone and a good head on his shoulders. The boy had been ready to defend himself before he was even aware of his situation and after he had inflicted the Cruciatus Curse on the boy, he had instantly wizened up, but wasn't sniffling and blubbering as many have before him. Voldemort could tell the boy was scared, terrified even. But he kept his wits about him and looked more nauseous than anything else. The Dark Lord assumed it was the smell of the sacrifices for the summoning ritual. Much to Voldemort's disgust he could see some of his own followers swaying, weak from nausea themselves.

Again the boy glanced around the room, looking for an exit. Voldemort would have smirked at the disappointment on the child's face as he realized the only exit was a set of double doors behind Voldemort himself, if he hadn't been so baffled and furious by the turn of events.

"Bring me the bookkeeper."

Everyone in the room flinched at the dangerously dark tone he had used. The Death Eater to his left bowed a little and quickly exited the room.

"My lord-"

"Silence, Bellatrix." Voldemort cut the question off, before it could be asked. Because he honestly had no idea what to make of the boy's sudden appearance.

He had just preformed a tedious and costly ritual to summon a king of demons, but he got a seemingly ordinary boy instead. And as far as he was aware, it was impossible to summon a being with a physical body. Portkeys and forced apparitions? yes, but cross dimensional summoning? No.

The boy in question started to get to his feet. The Death Eater to his right, Malfoy, raised his wand in warning. The boy stiffened and eyed the wand warily, before easing back down into a sitting position, looking incredibly irritated.

Voldemort didn't miss, and was sure that his followers didn't miss, that the child sat down with his feet underneath him, ready to spring up, and possibly run, at any moment.

"Daniel Masters, where are you from?" The Dark Lord asked in that eerie, calm tone that set his followers on edge.

The boy flinched at sound of his name and worry lit up his features as he hesitated in answering.

"You will answer truthfully."

The boy paled and stuttered out, "I-Illinois."

Danny knew he couldn't lie, but he also knew he couldn't let this creep know where his family lived. So he decided to be vague. To his surprise though, his answer seemed to satisfy his interrogator.

"How old are you, Daniel?"

"Fourteen," Danny ground his teeth together and tried not to look too terrified of the noseless, red eyed man. His mind was still reeling from the sudden change of hanging out with his friends to being stuck, powerless, in a room that smelled like death and blood (ClockWork, he hoped it wasn't human blood) full of torturing cultists that were trying to summon Pariah. But he was beginning to get frustrated with his own cowardice. He really didn't want to answer the man's questions but he still didn't dare do anything that might set this guy off. Being surrounded by cloaked figures, all with sticks like the one that caused the pain, and all towering over him since he was still sitting, was not helping either. Danny sent a quick glare at the symbols on the ceiling that were not glowing all innocent like, as he wasn't currently trying to use his ghost powers.

However quick the glare may have been, it did not go unnoticed.

"And are you a muggle?"

There were a few audible intakes of breath and the Dark Lords question. Danny racked his brain, trying to remember if he should know that word or not. When nothing came to him, he scrunched his eyebrows in slight worry and confusion. He didn't know how this guy would react to being asked a question. But he couldn't really answer without knowing what a muggle was.

"What's a muggle?"

A tense silence swallowed the room. Danny didn't know what a muggle was, but by their reactions to his question, he got a feeling that it's important. The mask-less man looked at Danny as if he was a piece of gum stuck to the bottom of his shoe.

The big wooden door creaked open, drawing everyone's attention, and the Death Eater that had left shoved in a scrawny, terrified looking man in light blue robes caked with mud, dust, and blood.

Voldemort turned his back to Danny, along with three of the masked figures to address the poor bookkeeper. Danny took this moment to suddenly launch himself into the figure just to the right of the leader. As soon as Danny had been off the floor the cloaked figures started shouting strange words and streams of light shot past Danny's head. Danny's target had turned back around just in time to receive and elbow to the stomach and the wind knocked out of him. Not slowing down, he used his momentum to twist the guy around and use him as a momentary shield, before shoving him into the freaky red eyed man. Danny dashed straight for the masked figure in front of the door. The man threw a stream of red light out of his stick, but Danny easily dodged, grabbed the man's extended wrist and spun behind the man, twisting the man's arm behind his back, causing him to drop his stick. Now with his back to the open door, Danny paused using his new human shield to block a few of the erratic beams of light. The man suddenly went stiff as a board and stopped moving underneath Danny's grip, as Danny stole a glance at the blue robed man, who had dropped down as soon as the commotion started and was now sitting on the floor next to him looking ready to piss himself. Knowing his chances were extremely low in getting through the door with bookkeeper without getting hit, he went for it anyway.

Danny bolted, grabbed a fist full of blue robe from the bookkeeper's shoulder and jerked him to his feet and shouted, "c'mon!"

Before Danny could make it to the threshold, something big grabbed him from behind and yanked him back. Danny lost his grip on the bookkeeper as he flew across the room and was slammed against the floor, back where he started. He grunted as the wind was momentarily knocked out of him and his elbow slammed painfully on the stone floor. Whatever had grabbed him still held him and began to lift him off the floor. Danny's eyes widened he realized he was being suspended in the air by nothing, nothing he could see anyway. The maskless man stepped forward drawing Danny's attention to the stick being pointed at him. Danny instinctively knew that the stick was at fault for his recapture and current suspension. Danny let out a growl of frustration and began to struggle.

"Let me go! You noseless creep!"

"How dare you!" Screeched the masked woman that had been silenced. "Crucio!"

Danny recognized the word, but couldn't do anything but take in a sharp breath before the pain hit. He gave a cry of shock as the pain initially started, but refused to cry out beyond that. Even though the pain was unbearable, it was not as bad as last time. Danny jerked, twisted, and withered in the air, not letting a sound escape him, but was unable to hold back the tears that overflowed. Panic set in as the pain continued and showed no signs of stopping. He desperately reached for his ghost core or anything that might take the pain away.

Voldemort watched in interest as the boy convulsed against the pain and the sigils on the ceiling glowed as they were activated. So, the boy wasn't normal after all. He lowered the boy back into the ground, who still refused to scream.

Bellatrix roared in frustration and hit the boy with the curse again. The boy let about an anguished wail and the sigils glow brightened, before fading completely.

"Enough."

She stopped immediately. The boy took in a few shallow, shuddering breaths, before rolling over and finally succumbing to the nausea he had been fighting.

"Bind him."

One of his followers immediately obeyed and cast a spell. Ropes sprang into existence and wound themselves around the boy, pinning his arms behind his back and his feet together, as he lay dazed on his side next to his own vomit.

Voldemort turned his attention to the bookkeeper. Twenty-seven year old, Andrew Bolten, had the misfortune of being born with a photographic memory. It was because of this gift that he was hired by the ministry as bookkeeper of all the forbidden books in the ministry's archive as he would be able to tell if a book was missing or had been replaced by just glancing at the bookshelves. But the poor fool succumbed to boredom and curiosity, and read nearly all the books in his charge, including the book on the ancient demon, Pariah. A forbidden book in the ministry's archive would have been difficult to obtain and would have surely been noticed rather quickly if it had gone missing. But an underpaid ministry worker? People go missing all the time.

Voldemort only had to glance at one of his followers for two of them to respectfully bow then glide over to the bookkeeper. Standing on either side of the man they hoisted him up and dragged him to their master.

The quivering man did nothing to resist the death eaters, but he paled and shrunk into himself as they neared the Dark Lord. The Death Eaters shoved Andrew Bolten to his knees, who fell further and land on his hands. He quickly back peddled, looking up fearfully.

"Do you know what that is?" Voldemort pointed to the struggling boy in the center of the room.

The man looked to were the Dark Lord was pointing and started hyperventilating. He received a kick to

the ribs and a demand to answer the question from one of the Death Eaters.

"I-I-I c-can't see without my-my gl-glasses," he stuttered out, starting fearfully at the ground and gripping his ribcage where it had been hit. "B-But it sounded li-like a boy?"

"It is a boy, Daniel Masters," the Dark Lord informed. "He is what was summoned."

"T-that shouldn't be possible. According to w-what I've read, a-a demon is c-completely made out o-of spiritual energy, they don't have a physical b-body. A-a-and you're using the demon's o-own spiritual energy to-to transport them he-here from, um, w-wherever they're fr-from. So-so it shouldn't b-be possible to do th-that with a physical b-body."

Andrew swallowed thickly and the Death Eaters took an unconscious step back when their master didn't outwardly respond. Just then another Death Eater rushed onto the room and knelt.

"My lord!"

"Speak."

"It is as you said, Dumbledore and his people have arrived! They're headed for the castle!"

Voldemort closed his eyes in fury and contemplation. He had known Dumbledore was on his tail and had known that he would show up tonight in attempt to stop the summoning. Voldemort had planned to stay and fight them and destroy them with the help of a demon king. But he had a boy instead. Voldemort also knew it would take another ten years for the constellations to align themselves again for the summoning.

Voldemort looked at the boy, who was struggling lightly against the ropes. The boy noticed his gaze and froze, staring right back like a trapped rabbit. The Dark Lord hadn't noticed before, but his followers had gagged the boy. They didn't have the time to write more sigils and he didn't want to move the boy without them, not until he knew what the boy was capable of. But they were out of time, Dumbledore was here. After a moment of contemplative staring, Voldemort came to his decision.

"Kill them both. We're leaving." He finalized and turned and left. Most of the death eaters following.
Danny's eyes widened and his heart stuttered at the man's demand. His mind instantly turned into a whirlwind of thoughts and emotions. His thoughts ranged from 'I can't get out, I'm going to die.' to 'the jerk is just going to summon me and then kill me?' In a panic Danny sporadically struggled against his bindings.

"N-no! No please! I've r-read more of the books! I-I-I could right them d-down fo-!"

"Avada Kadavra."

Danny stilled and his breath hitched as he heard the heavy thump of the bookkeeper's body hitting the floor. It was this horrible moment the Danny caught sight of the bags he had noticed earlier. Only now that the masked figures were gone and no longer blocking his view, he could see that they weren't bags at all. They were bodies. Eyes widening in shock, Danny's sporadic breathing came to a stop. With his attention locked onto one of the bodies unsettlingly pale faces, a young woman who had deep chocolate brown eyes and mouth hanging agape, he didn't notice being approached until a pair of legs blocked his view. He received a harsh kick in the shoulder causing him to roll over onto his back. Having his arms still tied behind his back made this position awkward and uncomfortable, but Danny didn't notice. He felt oddly blank and void of emotion as his mind raced for a non-existent solution.

Motionless, Danny watch as the masked figure raised that accursed stick and spoke.

"Avada Kadavra."

There was a flash of green and Danny felt like he had been submerged in ice. The cold stabbed into his bones and made his joints ache. But as quickly as it came, his core seemed to soak it all up. His icy ghost core thrummed with energy. Danny blinked at the odd sensation as it pulled him out of his shock.

The cloaked figure stumbled back a few steps.

"W-what?" The figure stuttered in a male voice.

He tried again, this time saying the words much harsher. He got the same result, except this time it wasn't as cold and Danny's core absorbed it much more quickly. His core felt ready to burst with energy and the tiredness from earlier completely vanished. In fact Danny felt like he could go a week without sleeping. The man in the scull mask stood there, seemingly at a loss as to what to do.

A distant, but loud explosion rumbled, making the two occupants in the room jump. The man snapped his head in the direction of the startling noise. Danny couldn't look from his position on the floor, but he could hear equally distant shouting. Danny watched as the hooded figure looked from the door to

Danny repeatedly. Then made his decision and left in a hurry.

Danny sat there stunned. He thought for sure that this was going to be the end for him. Not wanting to look a gift horse in the mouth, Danny started working to get his shoes off, so that he might be able to slip his feet free. He knew it would be easier to slide his hands out as your wrists are smaller than your ankles. But he had already been trying with his hands to the point where they were raw and possibly bleeding.

Danny listened while he struggled fruitlessly against the knotless ropes. The yelling had stopped a while ago, now the only sound he heard was his own labored breathing. He cried out in frustration when the ropes refused to give even a little. Danny winced. His shout had sounded a lot less frustrated than he felt and a lot more panicked.

He needed to calm down. This isn't the first time he had been kidnapped, this definitely wasn't the first time he had no idea where he was, this isn't the first time he's been tortured, and this most definitely wasn't the first time someone had tried to kill him... or end him for that matter. But the whole cult and summoning thing was new.

Danny mistakenly stole another glance at the pale woman with big empty brown eyes. His breath got caught on a painfully tight lump in his throat. The woman wasn't much younger than his mom and she had a gaping whole in her chest where her heart should have been.

Danny blinked away the stinging blurriness from his eyes as he tried not to remember the sound of the bookkeeper's body hitting the floor or to imagine what the woman's last seconds had been like. Instead he tried to keep all of his attention on pulling and twisting at the ropes.

Eventually Danny had to take a break from the pulling and twisting, he was definitely not give up, as the only thing he was accomplishing was mutilating his wrists and ankles. He wasn't sure how long he laid there, trying to ignore the bodies and glaring at the markings on the ceiling, but it felt like hours.

Danny froze when he heard voices just outside the door. He flinched as the door swung open with a crash.

"My god!" A male voice choked.

"Keep your stomach, Kingsley," growled a gruff voice. "Sturgis, go tell Dumbledore we found Bolten... and the rest of them and that he was right, they were trying to summon a demon."

Sturgis didn't respond, but Danny heard retreating footsteps that he assumed to be Sturgis.

"Did they?" A new voice asked.

"Do you think they would have run, like a bunch of cowards with their tails between their legs, if they had been successful?" The gruff voice demanded angrily.

Again, there was no response. The group carefully made made their way into the room. Danny tried to calm himself down as it sounded like these people were here to help. But couldn't bring himself to make his presence known.

Then, breaking the momentary silence, the gruff voice stated, "that one's alive."

"Bloody hell!" A scruffy looking man ran to the middle of the room, accidentally kicking one of the bowls, sending it spinning, and knelt next to Danny.

"My god, it's a child." The first voice, Kingsley, exclaimed.

"It's okay kid," the scruffy man told Danny, "I'm going to get you out of here."

The man pulled one of those damned sticks and Danny's gut clenched with dread.

"Sirius, WAIT!" The gruff voice shouted, but it was too late. The scruffy man had already said a few words in a language Danny didn't understand and the ropes holding Danny evaporated. Not waiting a second, Danny jumped to his feet and gave the scruffy man a sharp right hook to the face. Then kicked the man's hand, sending his stick flying across the room and bolted for the door.

"KINGSLEY, STOP THAT BOY!"

Kingsley, who was obviously not as used to this kind of carnage as the other two, was closest to the door as the gruff voiced man had moved further into the room to inspect the pile of bodies. Danny easily ducked the man's attempt to grab him and made it through the door. He barely slowed down as he entered a hallway and chose to sprint right when he saw two people down the hall to the left. One was a blonde with the same build as Dash, his personal bully, while the other looked like what Danny could only describe as a wizard. He didn't dwell on this long and ran as fast as he could, repeatedly trying to transform with no success.

"STOP THAT BOY!"

Panic trickled down Danny's spine as he waited for that invisible force to grab him from behind again, causing him to push his legs faster. He rounded a corner, nearly falling over with the change in momentum. Danny knew he was a fast runner, like really fast. Dash and his goons have given him plenty of practice. But he also knew he couldn't run for very long. The yells telling him to stop told him he had a good head start and with a quick glance over his shoulder he confirmed that his pursuers had yet to turn the corner. So he immediately dove for one of the doors in the hallway, practically slamming into it, before he wrenched it open and darted in.

The room was a rather nicely furnished lounge with a fire place and bookshelves lining the walls.

"Huh, evil cultists use couches." Danny noted to himself quietly.

Upon seeing an old and useless looking broom leaning in the opposite corner of the room, Danny darted for it. Keeping the broom leaning against the wall at an angle, Danny grabbed the top and stomped on it, just above the head, breaking it off. He winced at the snap that resonated in the room, probably giving away his position. With his new make shift weapon in hand Danny searched for a place to hide. A large, promising looking cupboard across the room caught his attention. Without a second thought, he leaped over a couch and darted for the cupboard. The cupboard was old and the little black doorknob wouldn't quite turn all the way. The fast approaching voices echoed down the hall.

"C'mon, c'mon, come on!" Danny mumbled to himself as he wrenched at the knob. With a sudden jerk and click, the knob finally relented and the door flew open. Danny stepped inside and shut the door, clutching the broom stick tightly with both hands. He settled his breathing until it was barely audible. The voices of his pursuers were getting uncomfortably close, when suddenly Danny was falling... up.

Any Potterheads that notice anything off at all, please let me know. I like Harry Potter, but I'm not incredibly well versed.

Let me know what you think!

Not sure when I'll be posting next, so until next time.

Rosy is out, peace!

Date Posted: 2-1-17