Death’s Final Decree

Everyone knew Trelawney was a fraud. She spoke of tragic deaths and futures that never happened. And she based her beliefs on tea leaves. Divination class was a joke, a class students took to make up something and pretend they dreamt about it to turn it in and get a high grade on it because of the ‘powerful and grand insight’ it spoke of.

Safe to say, everyone thought Trelawney was a fake; and perhaps they would’ve been right—

—had she not sprouted out a prophecy in the middle of dinner in the Great Hall. 

The professors were all eating and making small talk as the students talked loudly with their housemates and friends whilst they shoved food down their throats. 

Harry Potter was talking to his best friends Ron and Hermione about Potions class with Professor Snape.

“You think Snape will go easy on us for the upcoming exam?” Ron gave a weak smile, already knowing the answer.

“The day he starts using shampoo, maybe,” Harry snorted as Ron laughed.

Hermione sighed, “Just study and you'll be fine,”

“But he bloody hates us!” Ron whined, “He’ll fail us anyways!”

“Probably,” Harry added in rather unhelpfully as he grabbed some more mashed potatoes.

Hermione rolled her eyes, “Honestly, Ronald. You’re so dramatic—”

Whatever the young witch was going to say was interrupted by a scream.

Everyone turned to the front of the Hall to stare at the professors' table, gasping when they saw Professor Trelawney.

Standing rigid and as still as a statue, the Divination professor had flowing green eyes and a loud, raspy, and echoing voice. Like several were speaking at the same time.

“The-Boy-Who-Lived and the Boy-Who-Died shall meet at last,

For only help from Phantom can defeat the Lord whose time has long passed,

Defeater of Dark Ancient gods, the Bane of the Dead Tyrant, and the alli of Time,

The Phantom and the Chosen shall defeat the Dark Lord before the Clock’s final chime.

The Phantom with snow white hair and glowing green eyes.

You shall gain two allies by speaking to Phantom and the man he once despised,

Two Beings of Death and the Boy of Life shall be the final three,

To go against Voldemort for either their defeat or the final victory, This is Death’s final decree.”

Trelawney began to wobble before her eyes fluttered shut and fell as McGonagall quickly caught her.

The Great Hall was silent, even the ministry official, Dolores Umbridge, could not speak. 

Trelawney had just spoken a prophecy. The Dark Lord had truly returned, his name had been spoken clearly, everyone knew that now.

But that wasn’t what shook Harry to his core. No, he knew Voldemort was back.

The-Boy-Who-Died 

That is what Trelaney had called the person who was going to help Harry. 

A Phantom, but she also said two beings of death. Obviously the Phantom was one, but who was the second? Was it the ‘man he once despised’? An enemy-now-alli? 

Who is this Phantom?

Harry barely noticed when a large portal with the colors of every green shade swirling inside appeared out of thin air. He only managed to snap back to reality when Hermione slapped him across the face.

“Hermione, what was that for?” Harry rubbed the side of his face.

Hermione didn’t speak but when he followed her gaze, he took sight of the portal.

Every professor was tense, their wands raised at the foreign magic.

Out of nowhere, a being emerged from the portal.

He floated in the air, a genie-like tail rather than legs in place. He wore a purple cloak with a matching purple suit. His skin was a pale blue color and his eyes a solid glowing red. He had a scar over one eye and a staff in his hand. The staff had two prongs with a floating clock head in the middle. 

He also had a clock in his chest.

“Harry James Potter,” The being spoke, slowly lowering himself to the ground. Two legs appeared, forming with purple pants and tall black boots.

Harry rose from his seat slowly.

Harry, especially after dealing with Voldemort every year since he joined Hogwarts, had developed a sixth sense of sorts to feel evil around a person. Like if they seemed cold or dark, like their aura was trying to either push you away or drown you in it.

The being wasn’t like that. He radiated power, yes, but he had a comforting feel to him. Wise and caring, like he could say everything was going to turn out alright and you’d be inclined to believe him full heartedly. 

Harry stood in front of him, Ron and Hermione a step behind their friend, wands clutched in their hands in case the strange man tried to harm Harry.

The man gave a small smile, “I am not an enemy, I am here to help you.”

The Great Hall was still tense, but the air seemed less heavy after he spoke. It seemed that everyone could feel the wise and caring aura he had.

“Who are you?” McGonagall approached slowly, ready to defend and protect her lions if the being was lying.

“Minerva,” He nodded, “You’ve become the strong woman I have always foreseen you to be.”

He turned to Harry, “I am Clockwork. But you might know me by a different name, like Chronus or Father Time.”

Dumbledore stood with wide eyes, “You are the Master of Time? Overseer of Timelines and Alternate Universes?”

“In the ghostly flesh,” Clockwork chuckled, “But I am here for an urgent matter, a prophecy was just spoken, no?”

“It was,” Snape spoke cautiously, “I assume you are here because of it,”

“You assume correctly, Severus,” Clockwork waved his hand and the portal behind him closed while a white fog in the form of a large rectangle appeared.

“I am here,” Clockwork spoke, “to help you find Phantom and Plasmius, whom are the two allis the prophecy speaks of,”

Harry stared at the white fog, which had suddenly rippled and showed an image of a boy around Harry’s age with black hair and blue eyes. Next to him was an image of a thin man in a black suit, likely in his forties, with silver-gray hair in a low ponytail, a goatee, and blue eyes as well. 

“Daniel—Danny, as he prefers—Fenton,” Clockwork pointed his staff to the boy before moving their attention to the man, “Vladimir—Vlad—Masters.”

He waved his hand once more, and the image shifted. In the image of Danny, a new being stood. Same position and expression as Danny had, but the being had tanner skin with pure white hair and bright, toxic-colored almost, glowing green eyes. He wore a black HAZMAT-looking body suit with white gloves and boots, he had a logo on his chest of ‘DP,’ seemingly a symbol of some sort of initials.

“Danny Phantom,” Clockwork explained, “Is his secret identity in his ghost form.”

The man next to him, in the same position and expression as Vlad, was a lot more otherworldly looking.

Pale blue skin, glowing red eyes, and fangs were the obvious changes. His clothing was a white suit and a matching cape over his shoulders. His black hair was spiked upwards, almost like the shape of horns.

“Vlad Plasmius, his secret identity in his own ghost form.” Clockwork turned to Harry, “These beings are called halfas, meaning half-dead and half-alive. Or a ghost-human hybrid, if it comforts you more to say. Ghosts are fully corporal beings, with many powers and abilities. However, the ghosts you see are spirits who have been away from the Ghost Zone, which is the realm ghosts live in, for far too long. They have not been exposed to enough Ectoplasm, ghosts’ basic energy source, and are therefore intangible all of the time. Danny and Vlad are not like that, they are powerful. And the only Halfas in existence if you do not count Danny’s genetic clone, which I will not get into.”

Clockwork waved his hand once more and the images disappeared completely as the portal he came through reappeared. 

“I am bringing you to Vlad Master’s Mansion in Amity Park, Illinois. Which is in the states. There you will find and speak to Vlad and Danny, but do not show any signs of being threats or of any hostility. They are very powerful and will defend themselves if they feel the need to. Vlad is quicker to anger and attack, so try to gain Danny’s trust first, Vlad will follow. This is all I can do for you, my direct interference is rare and a very dangerous gamble. So be wise. Albus, Severus, Minerva, you will accompany Harry, Ronald, and Hermione to Amity. You will stay with the Halfas for three days before returning. Be cautious, and all will be as it should.”

Clockwork disappeared into thin air, the portal still opened and waiting.

“I suppose we should go, then,” Dumbledore smiled cheerfully, “We will be back in three days,” He said to Umbridge.

“Wha—you can’t just leave!” Umbridge stuttered as the Headmaster, McGonagall, and Snape ushered the Golden Trio into the portal.

“I’m afraid Time waits for no one!” Dumbledore chuckled at his own pun as the six magical beings were swallowed by the portal.

The portal closed, and the three Hogwarts teachers, as well as the students, had disappeared within it.