I really wasn't planning on doing this, but so many people asked for an epilogue that I just couldn't say no. And I also had the idea for Harry's lame nickname a few weeks ago and so I wanted to get this out before someone else thought of it too and published it first. So, to all you loyal readers who've beared with me since January, here it is-the epilogue.
Disclaimer: I do not own Danny Phantom!
Harry, Zach, and Taylor were walking to Harry's house after school one fine Wednesday afternoon when all of a sudden Harry breathed out a cloud of green mist. The halfa ran into a deserted alley and morphed into Harry Phantom, then took to the skies. Once he had ascended above the roofs of the nearby houses, he was able to see the large purple blob downtown that had triggered his ghost sense. He dropped back down to where his friends were standing.
"Do either of you two happen have a thermos, by any chance?" He inquired of them.
"Yeah, just a sec…" Zach rummaged around in his backpack for a bit. He pulled out a Fenton Thermos and handed it to his friend.
"Thanks man."
"No problem. That's what sidekicks are for, right?" Harry grinned.
"Good luck," Taylor called. Harry mock-saluted and took to the skies once again.
Harry wasn't that fast of a flier just yet; so far in his grandparents' basement his friends had measured his top speed to be around 70 mph. He was just entering the commercial section of Amity Park when he heard someone shout up to him.
"Hey, it's Intangi-Bill!" The voice called. Harry stopped dead in his tracks. He slowly turned around and landed in front of the offender, a young man who appeared to be in his early thirties.
"What did you just call me?" The halfa asked, his voice oddly calm in a way that creeped the man out. He quivered on the spot and gulped nervously before he was able to respond.
"I-Intangi-b-b-bill…" He stuttered.
"That," Harry asserted in the same calm voice, "Is by far the worst name ever. Get this into your head, you and all of the other people who messed up both my name and my father's name. My. Name. Is. Harry. Phantom. Kapische?" The man nodded his head vigorously. "Good." Harry slightly bent his knees and pushed off of the ground, and resumed his flight towards the offending ghost.
The purple mass of ectoplasm saw the halfa in the corner of his eye and growled. It swung one of its four tentacles at Harry, but the young hybrid managed to dodge the flagellated attack, which instead slammed into the side of a building. The monster roared in pain and raised all four of its tentacles at once. Harry gulped.
Just before the beast could bring the appendages down, it grimaced and turned around. Harry flew over to the other side of the monster to find out why. On the ghost's other side floated his sister, her hands glowing with purple energy.
"Let's end this already, I'm going to be late for my movie!" Jaime yelled to him.
"On it, sis!" He yelled back. He fired a green energy blast at the beast just as she fired a purple one. The power of both attacks combined knocked the ghost into another building and incapacitated it, thereby allowing Harry to suck it into the thermos.
"So what movie are you seeing?" He casually asked her.
"Me and Andrew are going to see Dead Teacher XI," was the reply. Harry's left eye twitched. She and Andrew had been getting pretty serious lately. However, the ghost boy didn't voice any negative opinions to her. He simply shrugged and flew away.
Jaime turned intangible and flew through the roof of the movie theater into the lobby. She turned invisible and transformed in a flash of amethyst light behind a ten-foot tall Sayonara Pussycat blow-up. The ghost girl met up with Andrew by the concession stand and the two of them entered the theater hand in hand.
That night, the four Fentons were eating dinner.
"So, how was your day, you two?" Danny asked.
"Eh," Harry shrugged. "We had one ghost downtown this afternoon but besides that it was pretty uneventful."
"Was it tough?"
"Not really. It was just a blob of ectoplasmic slime, really. Jaime and I got it in the thermos without too much difficulty."
"Good, glad to hear it. How did the deal go, Sammy?"
"It went through," his wife announced. "I officially own Skulk and Lurk books, as of this afternoon."
"That's awesome, mom!" Jaime exclaimed.
"Thanks. I'm glad I did it; keeping the store will give me something to do during the day and keep me from growing fat and old." Danny snorted.
"Like you could ever be fat. I still remember that fitness test, you know." Sam glared at him, but he knew that she was just playing. Just then, he, Harry, and Jaime all breathed out mist of varying hues as Skulker rose out of the table.
"I was in the middle of hunting a rare ghost that resembled a manticore when I remembered that I never did fulfill my goal of having your head as a trophy," he told Danny.
"That's a nice mental image," Jaime mused, disgusted. The three hybrids stood up and morphed into their ghost forms.
"Three Phantoms? You can't be serious!" Skulker moaned.
"Oh, but we are. Ready, kids?"
"Ready, Dad!" They chorused. They drew their fists back and swung them forward with a FWAM.
THE REALEND
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