#dpxhp

Organ transplants save lives. Danny has a saving people thing and a bunch of organs he doesn’t need. Put them together and what do you got? Chaos.

I read a fanfic once where adult Danny and Severus are good friends and realized how they could bizarrely work as a couple! Not to mention I’m a slut for crackships. So I decided to take a shot and try to write some aged-up Danny Phantom/Fenton x Severus Snape.

And since this ship doesn’t seem to have a name yet I came up with couple → Death Draught, Ecto Ingredient, Ecto Potion… Death Potion? Deathly Teacher?? Contaminated Teacher?... Black Amortentia????? maybe that one is too dark.

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Harry was tried in near catatonic state to shove some good ol’ English breakfast down his throat after waking up from three hour sleep, lacking due to cramming much of his schoolwork till last minute when it happened. Through the open double door entry sprinted two identical red heads with manic glee towards their unsuspecting housemates at the gryffindor table, many whom have yet to still fully awaken.

Harry tried his best to understand with his sleep addled brain what was happening as the two menaces sat either side of him. One of them, he’s too tired to care which one, showed a piece a parchment.

“Our dear Harrinski, you will never believe what we’ve wound,” says Weasley to his left.

“It’s positively scandalous,” whispers Weasley número dos to his right.

Harry blinked one lethargic eye, then another.

“Wha’ you talkin’ ‘bou’?”

“We’ll Fred and I managed to slip into dear ol’ Snape’s chamber-”, left Weasl- George begins to explain, and those words alone are enough to snap Harry fully back to the waking world. He looks at the twins in mounting horror and maybe a bit of awe.

“You did what?”

Fred dares to roll his eyes at him, “We broke into Snape’s room, keep up will you.”

“So, we got in and started looking around when lo and behold, we find letters. And not just any letters”, George continued, ignoring the wide eyed look he received at their blatant admittance. Then as one they say, “They are love letters!”

Harry has to really put all of his processing power into that last sentence, because there is no way he heard that correct.

“Love… letters?” he mutters in disbelieve, because what? Letter of affection, to the most surliest person he has ever know besides his uncle Vernon.

Or rather he used to be from from what he has heard: Snape used to be so much worse until just couple of years ago before he himself stated to go school here, that’s when he apparently started to mellow out quite some. Still a hard-ass though.

Fred and George nod in unison and show him the parchment; it’s unique looking and definitely expensive, green in colour and almost fluorescent in quality- blimey, is that glittery lipstick on the paper!? He ignores it for his sanity’s sake and reads;

Mine own dearest Prince,

I desire this lett’r finds thee well; t’hast been far too longeth since we has’t lastheth seen, and mine own heart aches to beest by thy side once m’re. I regreteth not visiting anon’r but duties cometh first. F’r many a moon I has’t hath slav’d hence to meeteth thee again, to gazeth into thy dark ‘rbs, and to heareth the timbre of thy voice. And finally I has’t hath found myself free with timeth to spareth and thus has’t hath decided to cometh to thee in p’rson, at long last. Just waiteth f’r me belov’d.

At each moment yours always, DP

Harry can only stare, mystified by what was written. Who writes like this nowadays? Who the bloody hell is this DP? Dearest Prince? Timbre of thy voice? Eww, he so did not need to know about his professor’s love life in any capacity; certainly not Snape’s of all people. What did this ‘DP’ see in the gloomy potion professor anyway?

Harry is brought back from his thoughts when Fred whispers too close to his ear, “You see! Definitely a love letter. Who knew you local dungeon bat had it in him.”

George leans in too, “It begs the question: who is this mysterious DP? From the lipstick stain you’d think them to be a woman-”

“But that would be too narrow minded my dear brother. We don’t really know which broom he flies with, he’s always been secretive when it comes to his privet matters”, Fred continues.

“Honestly, I didn’t think ol’ Snape had any privet life. I thought potions were his entire life”, George says.

As the two continue on with their theories, Harry ignores them and chooses to focus on his forgotten breakfast instead. But no matter how much he tried he couldn’t keep his eyes from drifting back to the parchment. He might be too curious for his own good but he can’t help it; he’s always been kept in the dark about things so he has learned to find answers by himself. No, he shakes his head, this isn’t any of his business and he’d rather not get in more on Snape’s bad side by intruding like this.

After taking couple of bites he notices that it has gotten quiet, too quiet. He looks up at the twins and sees them frozen and pale, looking behind them as if death itself has come for them. He slowly turns too and… oh bollocks.

The infamous dark potions master stands there in his looming glory, glaring down at them red faced. Oh if looks could kill. And when he finally speaks you could here the hot red rage in every word of his.

“Mister Potter and the Weasley menaces. What. Do. You. Have. There.”

The three of them looked at each other for a workable answer, but came up with nothing.

“Detention for rest of the term, for breaking and entering into teacher’s quarters and theft. Starting today.” Snape growls and marches forward. He snatches away the letter before briskly walking out of the dining hall.

Le Fantôme: Danny should never have taken Tucker’s dare. But how was he to know he’d get jumped by two teens in costume and that they’d actually manage to destroy what might be his only way home?[tumblr ]

Jazz Fenton and the Arcane Awakening: Jazz has magic. She’s a witch. And when she’s offered a chance to attend Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, her little brother insists on tagging along. [FFN | AO3]

I will link polls in my pinned post and below the cut for ease of reference.

Like really, really, magic, except the American Magic Government is like... What the fuck is that? I'm not dealing with that. That whole line has Dumbledore written all over it. And then they pass it over to the ministry. And the ministry goes "what the fuck. No." And eventually someone accidentally mentions it to Dumbledore, under the assumption that he knows, and he doesn't, so Dumbledore comes in, guns full blazing, except it's been quite a few months now.

So Dumbledore claims full magic responsibility for Danny, feeling this immense guilt from everything with the original godson/her mother because she died of a magic accident that sounds similar to Danny's. And so he talks with the Fenton's who are all for anything that can help their son, who's been struggling since the accident.

Albus had reconciliation with Jack and met Danny and Jazz little after Voldemort's 'death' bc he was shrouded in grief, needing close family. So he's obviously been around for them, the coolest Christmas presents, the best adventures, the highest of spoils.

Danny and Albus get along like a house on fire. Great-great-grandfather and great-great-grandson, the ultimate duo. So Danny isn't too pressed about this turn of events, it's just the first time he gets to be involved in all the magic stuff Albus talks about.

Except none of the Fenton's have any scale of the fame/governmental power Albus has, so Danny just thinks wizards are very weird. And he also has no idea how powerful a wizard Albus, and to the extent, himself, are destined to be. And Albus is just 'this child will be my predecessor'.

This all starts in the summer B4 Goblet of Fire, so Danny meets the trio when Albus takes him to see the Quidditch World Cup.

Dp x Hp

Desiree was out traveling. She and Phantom had a deal where as long as the wishes she fulfilled were (to the best of her ability) to not harm anyone, she could travel. She tried to avoid people where she could though - they were often annoying at best and repulsive at worst, but mostly? They weren't as interesting to observe as individuals as they were in masses. The way they, and civilization, ebbed and flowed and changed over time and imaginary boundaries. Their behaviors and interactions with subsocieties were most interesting to observe.

It was during her travels that she met a curious little thing - a boy that didn't respond the way one would expect to a name. A boy who responded to it as though it were a surprise. As though it were something new. Interesting, but not enough to follow. Until she ran into him again, and again, and then she saw him being dragged away by a most unpleasant woman - nails digging into arms that should have still been round with baby fat that were more like twigs, and a voice that was as shrill as her face was pinched.

"Look at you, ruining the lives of good normal folk such as ourselves. If only we didn't have to deal with your kind," she spat, eyes looking around to ensure there was no one to notice. "I wish you had never been left on our doorstep, never tainted our house with your, freakish ways. But here we are. Good, proper, normal folk forced to deal with things like you."

As this was Surrey and not Amity Park, the locals had never learned to avoid "I wish..." And well, that was a wish Desiree could grant - and Phantom would likely not even complain about it!

And so, a small bit of memory magic here, and a dash of time magic there, young Harry Potter found himself NOT on number 4 Privat Drive, Surrey, and instead somewhere completely new

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Now whether you make this a "Desiree adopts Harry" or a "Desiree made Danny adopt a child" or even a "Harry Potter ends up in whatever world you want to drop him in" story is up to you XD

(Danny is an adult, and has been ghost king for several years now)