Warning: Metric system used

Disclaimer: author does not own Danny Phantom. If author did, Sam would have pupils.

IMPORTANT: story inspired by chapter 3 of .chary's collection of one shots: Organised Chaos. chary. was kind enough to give the author permission (with blessing) to use the chapter and continue it and gave the author no rules. So the author is in debt to . below chapter is virtually unchanged from .chary's chapter. sorry, full pen name isn't coming through.

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Clue: Nobody knows that Danny is Phantom.

The ritual was ready, every item checked and double-checked to ensure that the summoning would beperfect.Candles, dagger, spell book, blood blossoms. Good, blood blossoms definitely needed…just in case. So many things could go wrong with this spell, she knew, but Sam needed to perform it. Binding a familiar to her wasn't originally in her plans ever when she entered Casper. But with the rising ghosts and spirits and demons and every dangerous in general, having a familiar was becoming and more and or an appealing thought. Sure, her own personal magic would be slightly weakened; what with her having to share it with whatever familiar she bound to her, but the trade-off was much better: her familiar would be stronger, feeding off her magic and its own brand of power as , somehow, the rising dangers were inherently attracted to her and her two best friends, Danny and Tucker, and yet, Danny was always the one targeted, which terrified Sam to no end. Nothing against Danny, really, but his affinity for his magic wasn't really there and he already had enough difficulty keeping up in his classes, not to mention producing decent attack and defence spells. She and Tucker had a firmer grip on their magic, but honestly, Tucker was more of a technological influence type mage and she felt that she had a better repertoire out of their trio.

Which was why she was doing this. Attempting to bind a familiar to her would end up one of two ways: she'd summon and bind one to her without a hitch….or the familiar could be stronger than her, more malevolent than she intended and end up killing her.

Yeah, Sam was definitely nervous about this. Taking a deep breath, Sam steeled her nerves- this was not just for her: this was to protect two of the people she loved. This was no time to flake and her grip on the dagger tightened as her eyes reread the spell for the nth time that hour. Calling her magic to the surface, Sam allowed it to rest in her blood, just below her skin, letting the two components mingle. It was an odd feeling, one she wasn't used to as whenever she used her magic it would just rush out and become tangible in whatever form she'd be using at the moment. Pressing the edge of the dagger against her palm, Sam bit her lip and slid the blade across her skin in one fluid motion, blood blossoming instantly, the comparison not lost on her and bringing a small smile to her lips despite the instant of pain. Falling to her knees, Sam smeared the blood in a circle that she'd traced out earlier, covering the inner circle and the interlocking lines within. Along with the symbols caught between the two circles, Sam was feeling slightly faint from all the blood used.

After placing the candles and lighting them on the point of the lines within the symbol, it was time for the blood blossoms. While the Fenton family had developed weapons that could use ecto-energy against ghosts (and channel magic to amplify against theothersupernatural entities), using the modern defences for the spell wouldn't be as effective. Some research had revealed the existence of blood blossoms for ghosts (her room was already coated in the standard defence spells) and she'd ordered the blossoms, special delivery. On the outskirts of the symbol, she scattered the blossoms, using generous amounts- better safe than sorry, Sam supposed.

Initial preparation complete, she sat back, taking a deep breath as she read the spell, focusing on projecting her magic though the gate she'd drawn. The spell was supposed to highlight her magic signature and attract others with similar signatures- or attract others who would like to kill her. Either way, something was going to come through the gate, good or bad. A shiver shook her body as her magic latched on to another entity. Sam's eyes closed in concentration as she bent her magic to wrap around the other's, pulling and coaxing both magic sources back to her.

"Ow!What the hell is-Sam?"

"Danny?"

Her lilac eyes flew open, and, instead of seeing the ocean blue eyes of Danny Fenton, she found ecto-green eyes of Amity Park's spectral protector staring back at her in pure disbelief. For a moment, she'd sworn she had heard her best friend's voice…and then a thought occurred to her. "How the hell do you know my name?" Phantom looked ready to speak, his mouth open slightly, but no words came out and he shut his jaw immediately with a 'snap', opting instead to look around, frowning at the display he found himself caught in. Standing and brushing himself off, he turned his gaze back on her. "Blood blossoms?" He asked her, making a face at the circle he was standing in. "Ew.Is that blood?" "Mine." She replied in confirmation, trying to process the current information. Phantom was the underappreciated protector of Amity Park. According to the Fenton's, he was a ghost, but had somehow retained his array of magic powers, making him unique even among spectral entities. The fact that her magic was drawn to his was slightly worrisome, but hey, if she was going to take a familiar to protect herself, Tucker, and most importantly, Danny, then having someone as strong as Phantom would be good. Provided that he accepted the contract. After all, he could accept or he could refuse her, but by refusing her, he'd have to give up his magic, as per the spell, or kill her. And she doubted he kill her, if by anything she saw when he was in action. At least, she hoped he wouldn't kill her.

"Sam." Phantom drew her attention and he gestured at the blossoms. "I thought Paulina was my only stalker." He joked, though there was a hint of fear lacing his voice and his eyes seemed to be begging her to deny that fact that she was a stalker. "It's a spell to summon a familiar." She snapped back in defence, ire rising at being compared to Paulina Sanchez of all the people possible. The Queen Bee of Casper and herself had never gotten along.Never.It was a magic showdown waiting to happen.

"Somehow,mymagic called yours." She grumbled, moving to sit cross-legged on her bed, glaring at the ghost. "But that doesn't explain howyouknowmyname- you sure you're not the stalker?" Phantom flashed her a roguish grin. "Would you like me to be?" He teased. "Don't worry- you just happen to be around the one person who attracts these attacks- Danny Fenton. I was bound to learn your name and your other friend, Tucker's, eventually." He shrugged. And then her words caught up to him.

"Wait,familiar?Is someone after you?" She paused at his tone and gave him a quizzical look, intimidated by the sudden fierceness in his eyes, the ecto-green in them the same colour as the energy surrounding his clenched fists. Coupled with his ripped jumpsuit, complete with wound and ecto-blood, Phantom looked absolutely menacing and Sam was grateful he fought for their side. "No one. I just wanted a precaution." She shrugged, making her way to him. Because she was human, she could reach through the natural shield the blossoms made and as she reached to calm him down, Phantom took an involuntary step back, being very careful to no hit the shield.

By pure chance and luck (good or bad- it depended on whose side you were on), Sam's cut palm met with one of Phantom's open wounds and it went downhill from there. Both ghost and human gasped at the electric shock that ran through them. Sam felt a portion of her magic leave her while something more…ghostly rushed in to take its place. The two stared at each other in disbelief and Sam blinked once, twice before what happened finally registered and she all butthrewherself at the spell book, eyes scanning the page about familiars rapidly.

"Oh. My. God."

Phantom was officially her familiar