Danny's FIRST Person (yes, I often switch the narrator XD)


I walked down the old staircase and I grimaced as I passed the ugly shrunken heads of creatures with snout-noses and long limp ears that I had seen the night before.

I was even more confused than before, but I hoped that this "Dumbledore" guy that I had heard about would be able to clear a few things up for me.

From memory from the night before I navigated myself to the kitchen, and sitting on one of the chairs at the table was a strange looking man that I assumed was "Dumbledore". He looked old, but not old, if that makes sense. He had a long, white beard, and his face had a few wrinkles, but he sat up tall and with good posture, not slightly hunchbacked like some old people do. He was wearing a strange; midnight blue robe and half-moon spectacles covered his "smiling" and twinkling blue eyes, but I also detected a hint of tiredness or grief in his eyes…To sum it all up, I couldn't decide if he looked like the most friendly person I had ever seen, or a complete nut-show… but he also kinda reminded me of Clockwork with the robe and the long white beard.

When he saw me, he smiled brightly and indicated the chair across the table from him

"Ah, Phantom, it's such to finally meet you, please sit," he said in a friendly and encouraging tone.

I walked over to the chair that he had gestured for me to sit in and for a moment, there was silence.

The person that I assumed was "Dumbledore" smiled again.

"I bet you are just bursting with questions my dear lad, so please, don't be afraid to ask," he said with a slight laugh in his voice, he must have noticed my confusion.

"…um, who are you?" I asked the first question that came to mind, although I still had a million yet to ask.

"I am Albus Dumbledore, Headmaster of Hogwarts School," he answered smiling, and my suspicions were confirmed, but this reply had created more questions than it had answered.

"What's Hogwarts?" I asked with confusion.

"…Well this is quite a shock," said Dumbledore, even though he didn't looked at all surprised. "I had assumed that most ghosts knew about Hogwarts, even American ghosts, since it is one of the most popular wizarding schools-"

"Wait a sec," I interrupted in shock. "…did you just say, 'wizarding schools'?"

NOW Dumbledore looked stunned.

"…Why, of course," he said with confusion.

"…Is this some kind of joke?" I demanded.

"Of course not! You mean… you don't even know about wizards?" he asked, his voice appalled.

"ummmm… nope, sorry," I said, and although it was quite a shock, it wasn't that farfetched for me since I had already fought ghosts with magical powers, like Desiree. "…Wait, does this mean you're a wizard?"

Dumbledore nodded but he looked troubled.

"…I thought that all ghosts knew about wizards, since ghosts were once wizards themselves…" he said thoughtfully and slowly.

"Well, I'm not and never WAS a wizard," I said irritably. "And neither were any other of the ghosts I've met."

If Dumbledore looked confused before, that was an understatement compared to how he looked now.

"…Incredible… so you were a Muggle before you died?" he asked with fascination, after he had recovered from his shock.

"What the heck is a muggle?"

So Dumbledore explained to me that "Muggle" was a nickname for non-magical people, and he explained how the "wizard world" was kept secret by a "ministry of magic" which was the wizard equivalent of a muggle government. He told me that Hogwarts was a school to teach young wizards and witches how to use certain spells, brew potions, and many other magical skills.

After all that, my head was whirling with the new information, it was a lot to take in at once.

"Why am I here?" I said slowly after Dumbledore had finished his explanation.

Dumbledore sighed and that tired look appeared in his eyes once again.

"…We are at war Phantom," he answered. "Against a wizard, named Tom Riddle, but today he is more commonly known as Lord Voldemort, although most people refer to him as 'he who must not be named' or 'you-know-who'."

I considered this information, and I remembered when the man in the dark robe had talked about a "Dark Lord" who's "name must never be spoken".

"… a man attacked me last night," I said slowly. "And he said he worked for a "Dark Lord" and that he needed me to help him in his goal to "purify the world" or something like that..."

Dumbledore nodded his head gravely.

"That is the one, Lord Voldemort, the man you met was a Death Eater, one of Voldemort's followers. And by "purify" he meant to kill or enslave all muggles and muggle-born-wizards."

My eyes glowed even brighter for a moment, and I clenched my fist with barely controlled anger. This "Voldermort" guy sounded like Adolph Hitler or something, and what he planned to do made my blood (or should I say ectoplasm) boil.

Dumbledore noticed this, and he nodded his head once as if he was confirming something.

"…Can he be stopped?" I asked after a while, fearing the worst for my family, friends, and everyone I had ever known since they were all "muggles".

For a while, Dumbledore's face was emotionless.

"…I believe so, he was temporarily weakened once, and I believe the same person may also be able to destroy him… permanently." he said before starting another story about a boy named Harry Potter, whose parents had been killed by Voldemort, had survived and caused Lord Voldemort to be severely weakened when he had been hit with a "killing curse". Harry had apparently been only a year old, and he now had a scar where the curse had hit him.

"I believe you may have already seen Harry," said Dumbledore, and I remembered seeing a boy with a small lightning shaped scar on his forehead with the other teenagers peering through the bedroom door a few minutes ago.

I nodded, and I felt a bit of sympathy for the guy, he was an orphan, and now the entire wizard world (and Muggle world) was depending on him because of what had happened when he was only a baby. …I could relate to the guy somewhat, since for a few moments I had experienced what it was like to lose your family with the whole "Dark Dan" instance… and during the reality gauntlet instance the entire world had been depending on me.

"But we still need allies if we're going to win this war," continued Dumbledore. "Who knows? Maybe Harry isn't up to the task, after all, he's only a boy, he can't rest all our hopes on him," said Dumbledore thoughtfully. "…This house that you are currently in, was provided by Sirius (the man that rescued you) to be the secret headquarters of an organization that I created to resist Voldemort, called the Order of the Phoenix." explained Dumbledore. "You will not be able to return to Amity Park for some time Phantom… death eaters are currently swarming the town, looking for you… so I want to ask you an important question Phantom, will you join the Order of the Phoenix?"

For a long time, I didn't say anything. But I had already made my decision, my "hero-complex" (or as Sam liked to call it, my "saving-people-syndrome"), had assured that.

"…Yes."


I don't own Harry Potter or Danny Phantom :P