A/N: So Phantom Planet did happen, but Danny used the Reality Gauntlet (he didn't destroy it) to erase everyone's memory except his friends and family. Shortly after PP, Danny learned he was the Ghost King and took on his Kingly duties, which made him more mature and powerful, which is why he seems different than in the show.

Dani still exists and the Fenton's did officially adopt her but she prefers to travel over staying with her family. She will not make a big impact in this story. She will be mentioned but I am unsure if I am ever going to bring her in.

Chapter 4: Phantom

Danny knew he was the only one awake. The clock was reading 4:23 am and he couldn't hear anyone moving in the building. He had been awake for about fifteen minutes now, just lying in bed and staring at the ceiling, lost in thought. He knew he could call Sam if he wanted, it was only just after 10 for her. He had left in such a hurry that he didn't even have time to let Sam or Tucker know what was going on. He knew his mom had probably told them what happened, but he knew Sam was not going to be happy being out of the loop.

Mind made up, he turned intangible and sank through his bed and floor, appearing back in the kitchen. He turned tangible and went back into the entrance hall where he had left his backpack on one of the coat hooks. Shoving his hand inside, he dug around for a minute before finding what he was looking for. He extracted the device with a smile. The Fenton Communicator. It looked similar to a PDA but was made out of the same material all his parent's inventions were made of. Luminescent green lines crisscrossed across the metal, giving off a faint glow.

During his discussion with Dumbledore and Snape yesterday he discovered that electronic equipment, such as phones, did not work around magic. Of course, Danny didn't tell them that devices powered by ectoplasm would work perfectly fine.

With a small smirk Danny walked into the living room, the dim lighting making the device shine even brighter. He sank into a particularly squishy armchair and turned on the communicator. Once it turned on, the screen showed a list of names: Mom, Dad, Jazz, Danni, Tucker and Sam. He selected Sam's icon which pulled up three options: Call, Message or Video. He clicked the video option and waited for Sam to answer his call.

After only a few rings she picked up, her face appearing on the screen with a slight glare.

"'Bout time you called."

Danny grinned sheepishly. "Sorry. After talking to everyone I fell asleep. What did my mom tell you?"

Sam blew out a frustrated breath. "Not much. Just that you had to go help some people with a huge ghost problem in England."

"Pretty huge." Danny's tone and face turned grim. "Dan's back."

Sam jerked so violently she almost fell off her bed. "What do you mean Dan's back?! I thought Clockwork had him?"

"Yeah so did I," Danny ran a hand over his face in frustration. "Unfortunately, we didn't count on Vlad."

She glared. "That bastard. How did he even find out about Dan?"

"I have no idea. But," his eyes narrowed dangerously, "I will be finding out."

Sam nodded. "So tell me more. Besides the horrible news that Dan is out and about, what is going on?"

Danny shifted in the chair to get more comfortable. "Well, you know how there are witches and wizards living in a hidden society?" Sam nodded. "Well, there is this dark wizard, Voldemort –"

"Flight of Death?" Sam cut him off. She noticed his puzzled face and explained, "Voldemort means Flight of Death."

There was a pause.

"Ok, now with that useless piece of information out of the way," Danny smirked, causing Sam to scowl, "as I was saying. Voldemort is an extremely dark and powerful wizard. The wizarding world is in the midst of a second war against him. They found out that he had a new ally, Dan, and that Dan and Voldemort struck a deal. Dan would help Voldemort if Voldemort had his lackeys kill me."

Sam pursed her lips. "It's never easy being you is it? Only you would have a future version of yourself want you dead. Which sounds even more confusing now that I said it out loud."

Danny chuckled. "Yeah it is. Anyway, two wizards came to my house asking my mom for help finding, well, me. We," he smirked, remembering the look on Dumbledore and Snape's faces, "surprised them, and they realized I was the one they were looking for. I made them explain everything to me and when I heard what they had to say I realized I had to help them. Dan is my responsibility." His voice became determined at the end of his explanation.

Sam was silent as she mulled over everything.

After about a minute she gained her bearings. "How long do you think you'll be gone?"

He sighed. "I'm not sure. Right now, no one has any idea where Voldemort is. Let alone Dan. It could be a couple weeks or months."

She was shaking her head before he even finished. "No. No, you are not staying away for that long. If it seems like it's going to take more than a few weeks than Tucker and I will be on my jet heading to you in a heartbeat."

Danny sighed and shook his head. "Sam you don't have to –. Wait, you have a jet?" He looked at her like she was insane. He knew her family was rich but he didn't really realize how much.

She shrugged. "Yeah. We don't really use it much. Or the yacht."

He stared at her blankly. "Ooh-kaayy." He shook his head. "Right, you don't have to do that Sam. You'll miss school and your parents would murder you. And me."

She stared at him determinedly. "I am not being away from you for that long Danny. And I know Tucker would agree. We've been best friends almost our whole lives and we will face this together. I am going to get a few things settled here and Tuck and I will be with you in a few days."

Danny sighed. "Alright. I know there's no point in trying to talk you out of this." He smiled softly. "You're pretty stubborn, you know that right?"

She smirked. "Damn straight I am. If I wasn't, I probably would have given up on you years ago."

He chuckled. "Thank goodness you didn't. I'll let you go." He gave her a warm look. "I love you."

She smiled widely. "I love you too." She clicked off.

Danny sighed and dropped the communicator in his lap. He threw his arms above his head, stretching them until he heard a satisfying pop. He grabbed the device, got up from the chair and threw it back into his bag. Seeing that it was only nearing 5 he decided a good run was in order to clear his head. He grabbed his Fenton Phones out of his bag and his MP3 player and exited out the front door quietly.

~o0o~

"Breakfast!"

Molly's shout echoed throughout Grimmauld Place, waking up the teenagers determined to sleep in.

Ron grumbled. He grabbed his pillow and stuffed it over his head to block out his mother's yelling.

Harry rolled over and reached for the end table by his bed, his hand grasping nothing but air until his fingers brushed against his glasses. He pulled them on while fighting off a yawn. He looked over at Ron's bed, noticed his position, and grabbed his own pillow.

"Oi, Ron wake up!" He chucked the pillow with all his might at his friend's partially hidden face. It smacked him dead center, only to bounce off and overturn the glass of water on the end table onto Ron's face.

He shot up, his pillow flying across the room. "Bloody Hell Harry!" His red hair was dripping onto his shoulders and bed as he glared at his laughing best friend.

"Sorry mate," Harry laughed, clutching the stitch in his side. "I didn't mean for that to happen."

Ron shook his head to remove some of the water, not unlike a dog would. "Whatever."

Harry's chuckles died when he realized the third bed in the room was empty. "Hey, where'd Phantom go?"

Ron looked up from where he was searching for a dirty shirt to use as a towel. "I dunno. Maybe he's downstairs already."

Harry shrugged and began to get dressed.

Five minutes later they both trudged into the kitchen, Ron's hair still damp despite the vigorous drying he did with his shirt. Finding two empty seats next to Hermione they plopped down and began to promptly serve themselves.

Molly looked at the hall behind them. "Where's Danny? Didn't he come down with you boys?"

Harry looked up from his eggs, "You mean he's not down here already? He wasn't in our room when we got up."

Molly bit her lip. "I'm sure he's probably just in the bathroom or something."

It was after eating for ten minutes in relative silence, for once, that they heard the front door open.

Molly and Arthur stiffened, Arthur reaching for his wand under the table. They weren't expecting any guests until later in the afternoon.

"Man, the weather here is really weird."

They relaxed upon hearing Danny's voice coming from the hall.

"Where were you dear? Breakfast started ten minutes ago." She called.

They could hear Danny's footsteps getting closer to the kitchen. "Sorry, I woke up early and decided to go for a run."

He then entered the kitchen, sweat plastering his hair to his forehead while his chest shone with it as he was currently shirtless.

Ginny and Hermione blushed profusely and immediately averted their eyes before anyone could see them ogling Danny's toned chest and abs. They certainly didn't see anyone with that kind of body at Hogwarts.

"Oh that's no problem dear. Why don't you go upstairs and wash up? I'll set aside a plate for you." Molly smiled.

Danny nodded before deciding he didn't want to walk up the stairs after his intense run, so decided to take a shortcut. He promptly turned himself intangible and floated up and through the ceiling.

The room was silent once Danny left. Everyone stared at the ceiling he disappeared through with open mouths and wide eyes.

"Wicked," Fred and George breathed, staring in awe.

Ron was slightly pale as he turned back to Harry. "I almost forgot that he is actually half dead."

Hermione bit her lip to keep herself from laughing at him while Harry just shook his head and went back to his bacon.

After about ten minutes Danny reappeared, through the doorway this time. His hair was now wet from the quick shower he took and he was now wearing a shirt similar to the one he showed up in yesterday. He plopped down in an empty seat by Hermione and began scooping portions of food onto his plate, ignoring all the curious glances shot his way.

"So Danny," Arthur said around a mouthful of bacon, "you said your parents were ghost hunters? How could they make something that traps ghosts without magic?"

Danny swallowed his toast with some difficulty, it was a little dry for his taste. "They use ectoplasm."

Arthur stared at him blankly along with everyone else in the room.

"Oh," Danny realized they probably had no idea what that was, "ectoplasm is the residual energy that ghosts are made of. It's sort of like," he searched for an appropriate comparison, "ghost blood, I guess. Using ectoplasm in their experiments helped them create weapons that could capture and even harm ghosts."

Arthur was fascinated. "Genius. I would love to take a look at some of their equipment sometime."

Danny shrugged and reached into his pocket. "Knock yourself out." He tossed him one of his parents many gadgets, the Fenton Laser Lipstick.

Arthur barely caught it and began studying it with glee. "What does this button do?" He pushed it.

A brilliant beam of green light shot out of the lipstick, burning a hole in the kitchen table. Arthur jumped and almost sent the lipstick flying, taking his thumb off the button and stopping the beam.

They stared at the smoking hole for a moment before Molly started yelling.

"ARTHUR WEASLEY!"

Arthur smiled sheepishly before handing the weapon back to a smiling Danny. "Sorry. I didn't know that would happen."

Danny chuckled and slipped it back into his pocket. "Fenton Laser Lipstick. Supposed to be something inconspicuous for my mom and sister to carry but it does come in handy so we all have one."

"Say Danny," Fred said, leaning forward over the table.

"Do you think," George continued, leaning forward as well.

"You have anything –"

"That could be used for –"

"I don't know –"

"Pranks?" They finished together, wearing matching wicked smiles.

Molly whipped around. "No! These items are clearly dangerous and you will be going nowhere near them! Understood?!"

They pouted and slumped in their chairs, arms crossed over their chests.

Danny chuckled. "They wouldn't be much good for pranks anyway. They are weapons after all."

Hermione pursed her lips, a sudden thought overtaking her. "Wait, how old are you Danny?"

Danny looked puzzled at the seemingly random question. "I'm sixteen. Why?"

Molly and Arthur stiffened.

"Wait," Arthur leaned forward, an intense look on his face, "you're only sixteen?"

Danny nodded, staring at them in puzzlement at their strange reaction to his age.

"Does Dumbledore know how old you are?" Molly asked through pursed lips.

Danny shrugged. "It never came up. Why?"

"Because!" Molly exploded, losing the fragile calm she had before. "He asked you, a sixteen year old boy, to help us in a war! A war is no place for children! Even if you have powers! You should not be involved in this!"

Danny narrowed his eyes. "Excuse me?"

Molly barely heard him as she continued to rant. "It's bad enough we have to let my children be involved in just the meetings! But to ask a child to actually fight? What was he thinking? What were your parents thinking?"

Danny stood up suddenly, his face stormy.

Molly stopped at the look on his face.

"How dare you?" Danny asked quietly, trembling with rage. "I have been fighting ghosts since I gained my powers at fourteen. I saved the world three times, two of those times no one even remembers. My parents know what I am capable of. They don't treat me like a child because I am not one. And if I wasn't involved in your war, you would lose. Badly." He glared.

Molly opened her mouth to argue when Arthur grabbed her arm, shooting her a look. She backed down unwillingly.

The room was silent as everyone stared between Molly and Danny. Nobody has stood up against Molly's mollycoddling except Sirius. Since he died, everyone knew better than to argue with her.

Danny shot her one more glare before he schooled his face into an expression of calm. "By the way, my two best friends who fight alongside me will be joining us in a few days. It is non-negotiable."

Molly's indignation flared up again but before she could say anything Danny vanished, leaving her gaping at where he had just been standing.

In truth, Danny was still standing there, just invisible. He wanted to see how they reacted to his announcement without him being there.

Fred and George shared a smile, glad someone had stood up to their mother about her overbearing attitude. Harry, Ron and Hermione were gaping, shocked at what just happened. Molly's face was red with anger while Arthur tried, unsuccessfully, to calm her down.

"Molly," Arthur said carefully, "after everything we've heard about Danny, we know he has a lot of experience fighting. And we know nothing about this Dan. As much as I hate to admit it, we need him."

Her eyes filled with tears. "I just want everyone to be safe."

Arthur pulled her to him, tucking her head in his shoulder. "I know dear, but we are not Danny's parents. We cannot decide for him. If his parents are aware of the situation and allow him to fight then that is their choice."

Molly sniffed before managing to pull herself together. "Well," she straightened out her shirt, her eyes slightly puffy, "I think I am going to work on those sweaters I've been meaning to knit."

She left the room quickly, leaving an uncomfortable silence behind her.

"She took that better than I thought she would."

Everyone jumped when Danny's disembodied voice drifted through the room. Danny appeared, standing in the same spot he had vanished from. He pretended not to notice the stares as he grabbed a piece of bacon.

"Did," Hermione began hesitantly, "did you just make yourself invisible? So you could see how she'd react?"

Danny shrugged. "I wanted to see how she'd react without me there to contradict her."

She nodded, her eyes slightly wide.

Harry cleared his throat. "So, Danny. What kind of powers do you have?"

Danny swallowed his bacon before pursing his lips in thought. "I'm not sure I should tell you all of them, keep my best ones a secret ya know?" He smirked. "But I have all the basic ghost powers; intangibility, flight, invisibility, etc."

Fred and George exchanged wicked grins. "So, Danny… Have you ever given any thought to being a prankster?" Fred asked, a gleam in his eye.

Danny lowered his gaze. "I don't do that anymore." He said in a soft voice. Sydney Poindexter popped into his head. He knew how easy it was for pranks to cause real damage.

"Why not?" George asked.

Danny pursed his lips. "Just… someone I met a while ago gave me a new perspective towards that kind of thing. I don't use my powers like that anymore. It's… hard to explain."

Their shoulders slumped while everyone else released a breath of relief.

Arthur sighed and threw his napkin onto his plate. "I'm going to go check on your mother."

He left the room, leaving an awkward silence.

"Ya know, I haven't seen anyone stand up to mum like that since Sirius." Ron shrugged, not seeing Harry stiffen at the mention of his godfather. Hermione shot him a glare at his callousness.

"Who's Sirius?" Danny asked, reaching for the strange drink in front of him. It was orange and for some strange reason, smelled like pumpkins.

"He was my godfather." Harry said softly. "He died a couple weeks ago."

Danny frowned at him. "I'm sorry." He told him sincerely, taking a sip of his drink, only to spit it back out immediately. He started coughing, trying to force the taste out of his mouth.

"You ok?" Hermione asked, smirking slightly.

Danny spluttered. "W-what is that?!" He grimaced and shoved it as far away as he could, grabbing a glass of water in the process and proceeded to chug it.

"Pumpkin juice." Harry answered with a wide grin. "You get used to it."

"I don't think I want to." Danny said, his face scrunched up. He gave his head a miniscule shake before pushing the rest of his food away. "Suddenly I'm not that hungry anymore."

He ignored the stifled snickering from the others as he got up from the table. While he was able to update Sam and Tucker earlier about his situation, he still had a few others he needed to get up-to-date. "I need to make a call. Excuse me." He then left the kitchen, brow furrowed in thought.

Hermione's eyebrows scrunched together. "Make a call? Doesn't he know that muggle technology won't work here?"

Ron shrugged. "Probably not."

She sighed and placed her fork back on her plate. "Well, someone's gotta tell him that's not gonna work." She pushed away from the table and followed Danny out to the hall. Ron and Harry exchanged a glance before deciding to follow her.

When they entered the entrance hall they saw Danny rummaging around inside his backpack while Hermione seemed to be getting more exasperated the longer she talked. "I'm telling you Danny, that's not going to work! Muggle technology and magic do not mix! The magic interferes with it!"

Danny seemed to roll his eyes before he managed to find what he was looking for. He pulled out a metal disk the size of an apple, one side flat the other rounded, with a weird blue stone in the center of the rounded side with buttons surrounding it. "Hermione, you seem like a very smart girl," Hermione started to smile which faded quickly when Danny continued, "but you don't know everything."

Ron's mouth dropped open and he and Harry exchanged a wide-eyed glance. That was not a smart thing to say.

Hermione's back straightened and her hair seemed to almost rise with her rage. "Excuse me?! I know a fair deal more about magic than you! I'm a witch! It has been proven over and over again throughout the years that magic and muggle technology doesn't mix! I know what I'm talking about!" She yelled, forgetting that that was a very bad thing to do in that hall.

There was a piercing shriek as the curtains hiding Mrs. Black flew away, exposing her twisted and snarling portrait for all to see. "MUDBLOODS! SCUM! ABOMINATIONS! HOW DARE YOU DEFILE THE NOBLE HOUSE OF BLACK WITH YOUR TAINTED MAGIC!" Her eyes were so wide they looked ready to pop out of her skull.

Everyone clapped their hands over their ears, trying to block out the screeching portrait.

"WHAT IS THAT?!" Danny yelled, eyes watering with pain. Sometimes it really sucked having enhanced hearing.

"THAT'S MRS. BLACK!" Harry yelled. "WE'VE TRIED TO GET RID OF HER BUT NOTHING WORKS!"

Danny's eyes narrowed as an idea passed through his head. He barely even registered the appearance of Mr. and Mrs. Weasley as they rushed down the stairs to try and silence the portrait. Instead, he reluctantly removed his right hand off his ear, held it out toward Mrs. Black, and fired an ectoblast at the portrait. He was careful on the amount of power he put into the blast, he didn't want to destroy the whole wall after all. The radioactive green energy blast flew across the hall and slammed into the screaming portrait and with the sound of shattering wood, the portrait exploded.

Everyone ducked as splinters of wood flew across the room, the falling debris the only sound in the now silent corridor. Once the shattered remains of the portrait stopped falling, everyone slowly removed their arms that were wrapped protectively around their heads to stare at Danny with wide eyes and slightly gaping mouths.

Danny quirked an eyebrow. "What? You guys wanted her gone, right?"

Mr. Weasley blinked owlishly at him. "But… how? We've tried everything to get rid of her."

He shrugged. "Well, obviously not everything. You didn't try an ectoblast." He gave a slight smirk.

Ron was staring at him with his jaw almost reaching the floor. "Okay, I think you just became my new best mate."

That snapped Harry out of his stupor enough for him to smack Ron on the arm.

"Anyway," Danny said, crossing over the wooden debris that littered the floor, "I have a call to make."

Hermione shook her head, her eyes still wide from the display of power. "I told you Danny, that won't work."

Danny had grabbed the device he was forced to drop when Mrs. Black made an appearance and was now pushing a series of buttons. "And like I told you Hermione, you don't know everything." He then placed the disk on the ground and took a few steps back before a beam of blue light shot forth from the stone in the center of the disk.

Hermione squeaked and jumped back, almost tripping over Ron who stared at the light with fascination.

"What is this?" Mrs. Weasley demanded, coming further down the stairs.

Danny didn't even spare her a glance. "It's a communications device I created a while back." He then spoke in a loud, clear voice. "Fright Night!"

And in front of Hermione's very wide eyes, a menacing dark knight with purple flames leaping off his helmet and armor appeared in the beam of light.

Yeah, Hermione thought, she certainly does not know everything.

Sorry this took so long, but at least I gave you a fairly long chapter! And for everyone wondering about my other stories, I am working on them! I work night shifts so it is incredible hard for me to find any time or energy to work on them. I am trying to find the motivation to work on them more but it's a slow process. I promise you though that I have not and will not give up on any of my stories!