A/N: Hey, guys! I heard about that stupid rule about review responses, which really stinks, and my stupid computer won't let me sign up on the list of people who don't want the rules, which stinks even more, but I have the rest of the story figured out! YAY! So, um, I got all your reviews, and I wanna say thanx, but you have to wait for the answers to any questions you have, sorry!

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"Alex?" Dad asked. "Alex, what're you—This isn't—How'd I—Where are we?"

"In our basement," I giggled.

"What? B—But I was just—I need to get back in there!" With that, he ran full-force at the Portal, which shut the door in his face. He kept going, though, probably thinking he could go intangible, but he just collided with the door.

"Um, I might have forgotten to mention, you're not exactly yourself. Sorry." I grinned sheepishly.

"MIRROR!" Dad sounded angry. Amy handed him hers, and he looked at it. "My hair's brown! How'd that happen?"

"A spell," C.K. immediately said.

"Yeah, Alex did it!" Bunni said, bouncing.

"Alex…" Dad said, turning to me, "what spell was it?"

"A spirit-summoning spell," I said immediately. Wait, how did I know that? Cassie was the one who found the spell!

"Alexandria Erai Phantom/Fenton, you are in sooo much trouble…!"Dad said, coming towards me. I closed my eyes tightly, and the next thing I knew, Dad was—hugging me?

"Dad?"

"I knew you'd figure out something!" Dad exclaimed, pulling away and holding me at arms' length.

"You're only going to be here for 24 hours," I said sadly, looking away.

"24 hours is enough. Since, technically, I'm not myself, I can help you."

"Really?"

"Yes. Now, c'mon! We need to get to the library!"

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On our way to the library.

"So, where are we going again?" Mom asked. Dad had grabbed her and pulled her along with us.

"To a neat little Gothic library just a few blocks away," Dad answered.

"But that store just came out!" Brad exclaimed. "How'd you know it was open?"

"A week ago, the ghosts near here came running back to the GZ. They told me it was overrun by Gothic bookworms. I just put two and two together."

"How do you know the book we need is here?" I asked.

"A few Goth ghosts owed me a favor. I was hoping you'd find the book on your own, but this works, too."

"What's the book?" Jade asked.

"Ancient Spells of the 800's and Their History," Dad answered.

"By…?" Darren questioned.

"A. P. Fentoni." The answer came from—me! How did I know that?

Dad just smiled. "I had a feeling you'd know that."

"But how—?"

"You'll see when we find that book!"

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An hour later at the library.

We've been looking for that book for an hour now! Apparently, Dad didn't know that the library was this big. Weirdly enough, something inside me was pulling me away from my friends and towards the very back. Dad was following me. He seemed to think I knew where I was going. I'm still kinda weirded-out by the fact that he was in Jim. Anyway, that thing inside me led me to a shelf in the back room, where I pulled a very thick book out. I glanced at the title, realizing this was the book we'd been looking for.

"D—Dad! I found it!" I screamed. I was starting to bounce just like Bunni.

"I'm right next to you, Alex," he answered, pulling me to a table. No one else was around. I opened the book and glanced at the contents page.

A Brief History of Spells and Incantations………………………………..…pg. 1

Basic Spells……………………………………………………………………...pg. 5

Incantations for Beginners………………………………………………..…pg. 30

Intermediate Spells……………………………………………………………pg. 90

Incantations for Experts……………………………………………………pg. 150

Expert Spells…………………………………………………………………pg. 300

Incantations That Are D e a d l y…………………………………………pg. 394

Resurrection Spells…………………………………………………………pg. 553

Hexes and Curses for All Purposes………………………………………pg. 627

Household Incantations……………………………………………………pg. 761

Incantations to Bring Back the D e a d and Merge……………………pg. 998

About the Author……………………………………………………………pg. 1261

Index…………………………………………………………………………pg. 1263

Appendices…………………………………………………………………pg. 1533

"Wow, big book," I commented. "What should we check first?"

"About the Author," Dad said, "trust me. It'll be…interesting.

"Okay." I flipped the book to page 1261 and read aloud.

" 'Ms. Fentoni grew up in mid 18th century Italy. Her family traveled to America in the late 1780's, where they changed their last names to fit into the new country.

" 'They started their own town, called Amity Park, after a late relative. Ms. Fentoni, who refused to change her name until several years later, was considered a "witch" because of her ability to cast spells and incantations. Ms. Fentoni was also years, maybe even centuries, before her time in clothes, furniture, transportation, and economy.

" 'After several years of torture, Ms. Fentoni married and changed her name to that of the rest of her family, as did her husband. From then on, she was known as Alexandria Phantomera FENTON?'" I gasped, "No way!"

"Way. Told you it would be interesting," Dad said, grinning. "There's still more, too."

" 'It was rumored that Ms. Fentoni—now Mrs. Fenton—cast a spell on her family line so her spirit would be carried by every fourth Fenton-born daughter. On their 16th birthday, the daughter would inherit all of Mrs. Fenton's powers. Up until that point, the daughter would be able to use incantations and be considered a "halfa", a half-ghost, half-human hybrid. Once the daughter was over 14, her powers would take a leap forward, skipping anywhere between 2-5 levels. If the daughter is powerful enough, (jumped 3 plus levels) she would be able to raise or bring back the d e a d.'" I stopped. "Dad, how can we be sure it's me?"

"I've checked our family history. From Alexandria, the only Fenton-born girls were my great-great-great-great aunt, my cousin twice removed, Jazz and you. You're the fourth Fenton daughter."

"And I jumped four levels!" I said happily. "C'mon, Dad, we gotta check out this book! Oh, but first, thanks, Dad." I leaned in and kissed him, thinking, If Alan was here, he'd get sooo mad! It probably looks like I'm kissing Jim! Alan was angry enough last time, he'd freak if he saw me and Dad!

"BACK AWAY FROM MY SISTER" screamed—

"Alan!" Dad and I gasped, looking at my brother, who was in ghost-mode with two yellow beams aimed straight at Dad, who—to him—looked like Jim.

"Alan, that's not Jim, it's Dad!" I said quickly.

"Yeah, right, and I'm as annoying as the Box Ghost!" Alan yelled back.

"Actually, that's an accurate observation."

"Alan Eugene Phantom/Fenton, you really should read the About the Author section in this book," Dad said. I giggled at Alan's middle name.

"Eugene…"

"D—Dad?" Alan stuttered.

"How'd you get away from the Plasmiuses?" I asked skeptically.

"Later. First, give me that book!"

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A/N: YAY! Two chappies in less than a month! Oh, and if anyone would like to help me on my HP/DP cross-over Animagus in Amity (or any of my other stories) it would be much appreciated! Just send an e-mail or a review to me saying you'd like to help, and I'll get back to you! Thanks, bye y'all!