I AM SO SORRY! THIS IS UNFORGIVABLE! I SHOULD HAVE COME EARLIER! OH GOD PLEASE FORGIVE ME.
Disclaimer: I don't own Danny Phantom or Harry Potter.
The next time he woke up, he was warm and oddly comfortable. Being comfortable or even warm was something that didn't happen to him very often. A shudder ran down his body. Okay, maybe he wasn't that warm but the environment around him was, which was odd, hadn't he been out in the snow?
He groaned and tried to move, but found he was too weak. He tried to open his eyes, but they seemed to be glued shut. He shuddered lightly, imagining this was some kind of torture from the Dark Lord to break his soul and mind even further, blinding him to inflict even more fear into him by attacking him from the dark, not allowing him to even flinch at the cold touch of his wand.
Danny began to tremble, hyperventilating and clutching the cruelly soft material covering him. Why oh why did the Dark Lord wish to extend his cruelty in this manner? Confusing him as to what his intentions were, sometimes showing him kindness that left him feeling wary and sometimes showing his evil, and making it hurt to blink.
Then, he felt a presence over him. He shivered as a hand was placed on his forehead, a gentle hand that he just knew promised pain. He trembled as the hand placed something warm and hot on his forehead. The wet substance flowed down and got into his eyes, unintentionally unsticking them.
He slowly opened his eyes, at first only seeing blurred figures. Then the figures cleared, and he was able to see clearly, though still blearily.
"Ah it seems like our guest has finally come back to us, greetings young man." The bleary image on an old man standing tall near him spoke in a jolly sort of grandfather manner. Danny stared up at him and then his eyes turned to a plump woman by his side.
"W-who?" Danny winced as his voice came as a raspy whimper, he swallowed and tried again.
"Who are you?" The man smiled, his eyes sparkling warmly.
"My name young man is Albus Dumbledore."
I AM SO SORRY!