Whoa…I'm just staring at my email right now. And it feels so weird to type again…it's so STRANGE…anyways…OHMIGOD! I just got something back from Potluck Magazine! They're reviewing me for the Summer '06 issue.

FLAME RESPONSE: I just looked in and I saw a review for this story by some guy named Truth…okay, just because I love flames and replying to them…ahem…Dear Truth…I do know that I copied the first chapter of HBP word for word, more or less (you'd know it wasn't all correct if you READ THE WHOLE THING), and this story is only in the first draft stage. This story WILL be edited, mark my words, but this was the only I could start it off. And excuse me, how did I massacre Danny and Jack? As for the Gothic remark…this goes for the same person who reviewed asking me to give Danny a reason for his Goth-ness…no one has to have gone through something traumatic to become Goth. I will agree with you, Sam did become a Goth because she wanted to be her own person, but if you actually read this, he's 15 going on 16, meaning he could have chosen the same path. He just realized it was more his style, nothing more. To the person who asked for a d e a t h: same exact thing. If you saw me, you'd say that, more or less, I seem a lot like Sam, in terms of personality and clothing. The only thing(s) horrible that happened to me was…skiing down a closed course literally blind with my goggles and my grandmother's d e a t h, which wasn't all that tragic. Do I NEED a reason other than expressing myself? Now, then…

Robin, I was on vacation. I gave a notice in Snow and Ski Goggles. It was great—too bad there was a strike and 29 trails and 2 lifts were open on the mountain…and they opened their awesome pool on our last day. Ah, well…

DISCLAIMER: no and no, sorry.

RATED: T for slightly mature themes and language.

Chapter 6

"Burn"

"Desiree, I have a little job for you," said a shadow. Desiree eyeballed him, her eyes hard and cold, her arms and tail tied tightly to the chair. Truthfully, she was not only angry, but frightened. Most ghosts, mainly boys and men, dared to show up around her, either because of her reputation, or her gigantic bosom. All she could see of this one were harsh red eyes.

"What the freaking hell do you want?" she asked harshly, struggling against the ropes that bound her. She tried intangibility, but it didn't work.

"I need you to put a spell on two wizards and a witch." Desiree stopped struggling, her eyes large.

"Do you realize that my magic will fight with their magic?"

"Can't you give enough to overpower?"

"That's not it; the thing is, the magics sort of merge with each other. My magic will affect their spells, and it will have an extreme effect once it does overpower theirs. My magic will work so strongly that whatever was the wish will become ten times that. If it doesn't, the wish will only be temporary."

"Is there anything else?" asked the man, his eyes stopping in front of her.

"Yes. It really depends on the wish that I can work this magic. And the people in question."

"Fair enough," sighed the man. "Ronald Weasley, member of an old pureblood family; Hermione Granger, a bright, knowledge-hungry Muggle born witch; and Harry Potter, I'm sure you've heard of him."

"Hmmm," murmured Desiree, racking her brain for knowledge of the three. She finally found it and nodded. "Continue."

"I need them to forget about their newfound friend. Only when my spell comes into effect, though."

"Name?"

"Fenton." Desiree coughed and smiled wickedly.

"Oh, this should be fun…anything for Fenton. Anything else?"

"Yes. I need a sample of Fenton's wand…I've waited sixteen years for this day, and I'm not waiting any longer."

"Done and done. But I need to be untied first." Before her very eyes, the ropes fell away and she could float freely again. Desiree lifted her hands and began waving her hands in the fashion of a belly dancer, her waist moving as well. The bangles on her wrists shook and her hands began to glow with teal energy. Closing her eyes, she vividly pictured the four affected people and threw her arms forward as if to slash through her mental photo. When her hands returned to their normal shade, she opened her eyes. She uncurled her hands and handed a piece of dragon heartstring and ash.

"My work is done, I presume," she said, bowing ever so slightly. "And feel free to call me again if any further work is needed." She looked over her shoulder and winked.

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Danny walked into the train station, staring at his ticket. Platform nine and three-quarters, it said. He shrugged and followed Hermione and the Weasleys. He'd figure it out, anyways.

Ron headed his trolley into the barrier when no one was looking. He melted away with the brick as Hermione shortly followed. Danny sucked in air and started. Besides, he could just always phase in, anyway, so it didn't matter, really.

Before he knew it, Danny was the only one left to go in. He checked to make sure no one was there and ran at a nervous pace into the column, melting into it.

The train was just about to leave, but Danny managed to swing his things in and get into the same cabin as Hermione, Ron, and Harry. Soon, the trolley came around and both Harry and Danny took out their money pouches.

"Hey! Who took my Galleons?" exclaimed Harry, Danny smirking with his face towards the cart. He handed over three Galleons, all snuck, and managed to get two cartons of Bertie Bott's Every Flavor Beans, pumpkin , and many, many chocolate frogs.

Danny had the beans first. Ron could not help but begin laughing uproariously. Shrugging it off and chalking it up to a random hilarious memory, Danny jiggled the box as seven jelly beans rolled out. One was a rather interesting shade of gray, another was a nasty yellow, the third was a pale green, the fourth was clear (thus making it hard to identify), the fifth was a milky brown, the sixth was black striped with yellow, and the last was a very light tan. He picked up the milky brown one and popped it into his mouth, sucking on it to derive the least amount of flavor.

"Hmm…" he said in thought. He grinned and chewed it. "Caramel." Ron stopped laughing but stared at the beans in his hand and began laughing uncontrollably again.

"What's up with him?" asked Danny. Hermione waved her hand at his immaturity and told him it was just his past experiences.

"O…kay…" Danny said before popping the gray in. Soon, he coughed it out. "Damn! It tastes like dust!"

"It—it…" Ron tried speaking between loud chortles of laughter. "It is dust!" Danny thought he misheard what he said—who the hell makes dust-flavored jelly beans?—and popped in the black and yellow one. It stung his tongue in a not-so-pleasant way.

"Oh, ew!" he yelled. "That thing stung my tongue!"

"Hermione snatched the box and began identifying flavors.

"The one you just ate was wasp, the gray is dust, the first is caramel, the yellow is mucus, the clear one is air, the green one is unripe berry, and the tan one is bread." She threw it back at him. Ron finally calmed down.

"Man, I never get tired of those things." Harry had a slightly bitter look on his face. Danny raised an eyebrow, asking silently.

"I had earwax once." Danny's eyes widened in disgust.

"…Okay, that's just nasty." Harry nodded in agreement.

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"Wormtail, have you brought me the samples?" hissed a high voice. The rather old and worn man squeaked like the mouse his Animagus form was and brought forth the samples of which his master spoke.

"Yes, sir," he said quietly, dropping the items. On the table were two locks of black hair. He smiled, his pasty white face and red slit-eyes looking up with pure malevolence.

"Move back, Wormtail…this is a highly complicated spell…" whispered the man, his long, bony tendrils called fingers wrapping themselves around his wand.

"Shas bohdet bohlna vsem. S ehtam, mih nachehm novih denh." He spoke in a cold, low whisper as a jet of pure darkness shot out of the wand and onto the black locks of hair. They began to glow, and settled down, the complicated spell settling in the strands.

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Just as all of them were getting into an enjoyable discussion, Harry's scar began to burn. He made a small noise, clutching his hand hard against the cut, but it caused so much pain he thought it might have burst open.

Danny didn't understand what was going on. He could heal him, he had training about a year back from a healing ghost! He was about to jump to him, but Hermione stopped him. Of course, she didn't really do much because soon enough, Danny was in just as much pain, if not more.

Chapter 6

Chapter 7: sometime

Wow. Here we come, my subplots showing up. I hope someone's been reading the original, because those people would know who this mysterious figure. Some people who know Russian might understand what I wrote there. I love that advantage…heh.

NOTE: Hereon in, all stories will be typed up before updates. Sorry, but all of CoTF will be typed up and revised and made pretty before a new update. So that means more quality for you, and quicker updates later.