The evening was pleasant enough with idyll chatter. Danny learned that Hermione was muggle-born with dentist parents. Mr Weasley offering an incorrect description that Danny smirked at and gently reminded the wizard that his father was muggle, he knew all too well what dentists were. He learned that Ginny was the youngest in the Weasley family, Ron the second youngest and then the twins. He learned that there were a further three sons, Charlie, working in Romania with dragons, Bill, a curse-breaker for Gringotts the wizard bank, and Percy. The mention of Percy caused Mrs Weasley to break down crying and Mr Weasley became uncomfortably stiff and quiet.

"Something I should know?" Danny whispered to Hermione as the Weasleys comforted Mrs Weasley.

"Percy works for the Ministry, very high up with Fudge. He believes the Prophet," Hermione explained softly.

"Say no more. I get it. I know the type. Once the truth comes out, he'll come crawling back, trust me," Danny replied. Hermione raised an eyebrow.

"And you'd know that how?" Hermione prompted.

"Something similar happened to a guy I know," Danny answered cryptically thinking of some things he'd been through as Phantom, he'd even done it as Fenton when he got into the A-listers. Before Hermione could question further, Mrs Weasley loudly changed the subject, asking what kinds of foods Danny liked. If he was going to stay, she didn't want to make anything he really wouldn't like.

The next day, unfortunately Sirius still hadn't done anything to "redeem" himself. The wizard was sulking like a five year old. Danny was starting to think he might have a similar relationship with Sirius as he did with Valerie just reversed. He didn't want that, but it seemed to be all Sirius was willing to be.

"So, we will get to work cleaning that bedroom on the second floor today. I've got fresh linen for the beds but we need to dust it," Mrs Weasley announced.

"Why? Mum we're not even gonna use it," Ron complained. Danny had bunked with the Weasley boys for the night in a sleeping bag. The halfa hadn't minded since he knew that he'd arrived with next to no notice. The girls were in one of the bedrooms on the first floor. Sirius was in his old bedroom and Mr and Mrs Weasley were in a bedroom on the fourth floor. The boys were on the third. The house had an unbelievable number of floors. Danny suspected magic was the culprit.

"We need another bedroom. We can't have four boys in one room when there's only three beds. Ron and Danny will move into the second floor bedroom," Mrs Weasley answered, leaving no room for argument. Her sons groaned.

"So, girls do the beds, Fred and George clean the walls and go through the furniture, and Ron, you'll gather everything for the bin and the floor. I have the supplies ready," Mrs Weasley delegated.

"Hang on what about Danny?" Ron protested, noticing that the halfa hadn't been mentioned.

"I have to meet up with Dumbledore in an hour and will probably be in the city for the day," Danny replied, finishing his fry up, minus the toast. There was something about toasted bread that Danny hated. He suspected a bad experience when he was little, but he couldn't remember if it was true.

"Doing what?" Ginny prompted. Mrs Weasley was about to reprimand her daughter.

"No it's fine Molly. It's not order stuff. Dumbledore doesn't want me to fall behind in my studies. I never was a good student so he wants me to have a tutor. He thinks he found someone and wants me to meet them. That's all. Nothing fun," Danny explained, appeasing the other teens. He could understand. They were stuck cleaning while he went off doing something with Dumbledore. Letting them know he was doing something equally boring made it easier, and it didn't hurt to make him a little more approachable either. The adults blinked in surprise having not been told the reason for the appointment themselves.

Danny left the house half an hour later, finding the meeting place within ten minutes. It was only two streets away. Dumbledore strolled into view and smiled at Danny.

"Good morning Danny. How are things in Grimmauld Place? Better with Sirius?" Dumbledore asked hopefully. Danny sighed.

"Everything's fine with the others. But Professor, Sirius is acting like a child. He sulks whenever I'm in the room which means he does nothing to potentially redeem himself. I'm starting to think only Phantom and Sirius are going to be friends," Danny muttered sadly. Dumbledore gave Danny a sympathetic look.

"Give him time Danny. Hopefully it won't be for long," Dumbledore offered.

Together they walked down the street.

"For the morning, we'll be meeting your tutor. I met with her yesterday and she seems to be exactly who we're after. She's an American high school teacher in England to work for the year. She wants international experience to help with her CV. Like I said, until term starts, you'll be with her most days. I have yet to confirm them with her yet. On your free days, you're welcome to use Fawkes to visit home. But I'd like for you to spend some time at headquarters. In the afternoon, I'll take you back to Hogwarts to give you a lesson in flying on a broomstick," Dumbledore planned. Danny smirked.

"You do remember that I can fly?" Danny reminded the wizard teasingly. He felt remarkably comfortable in Dumbledore's presence. Dumbledore chuckled.

"True, but wizards require aid," Dumbledore retorted calmly.

They soon arrived at a small, brick townhouse. Dumbledore knocked on the door and a young woman with a kind round face answered.

"Mr Dumbledore. Oh, and you must be Danny! Lovely to meet you. I'm Miss Fisher. Come in. Tea? I know Brits like tea," the woman exclaimed happily with an American accent. Dumbledore smiled.

"That would be wonderful Miss Fisher," Dumbledore accepted.

"I prefer coffee," Danny interjected, having become addicted to the beverage in the past during heavy ghost attack periods. Miss Fisher smirked and slipped out of the room to prepare the drinks.

"Danny, do your parents know you drink coffee?" Dumbledore asked softly, already suspecting the answer. Danny reddened slightly.

"They don't know how long I've been drinking it, or how much. I don't drink much unless I've had a lot of late nights," Danny admitted, referencing his ghost hunting. Dumbledore raised an eyebrow but didn't comment further.

Miss Fisher returned a few minutes later with their drinks.

"Well, Danny. I'm available most days during the week. So how about until your job starts in September we work together every Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday and Thursday? Leave Friday, Saturday and Sunday free unless something comes up," Miss Fisher suggested. Danny nodded.

"I don't have a problem with that. I have to do this so having three days off is really nice," Danny replied.

"I'm guessing this was your grandfather's idea," Miss Fisher remarked. Danny nodded.

"And my parents," Danny added, making sure not to react. Dumbledore pretending to be his grandfather. It was a better cover than head of the secret organisation Danny was part of.

After a quick explanation of Miss Fisher's qualifications and planned lessons, Danny did a few tests so that the teacher understood his level. Then Miss Fisher politely dismissed them until the following Monday so she could mark the halfa's tests, plan accordingly and gather the resources they'd need. Dumbledore then took Danny, via apparition, to Hogwarts. Within an hour Danny had gotten into the air and learnt how to alter his usual flight to accommodate the broom.

They then went to the Great Hall to have a late lunch.

"So, can I have Saturdays as days I visit home?" Danny asked as they ate. Dumbledore smiled.

"I see nothing wrong with that. I'll organise having Fawkes available," Dumbledore confirmed.

"Why Fawkes? Not that I have a problem with him, but couldn't Remus or you apparate me? Or the Floo network or a portkey?" Danny inquired.

"Ah, well apparition is very dangerous Danny. The further you go, the more chance there is of injury by splinching. Splinching can be as minor as a cut, to as major as appearing without a limb. Like I said, it's simple to explain but difficult to master. As for the Floo network, I'd rather avoid using them as I can't be sure that you can use it alone or that there is even a fireplace connected to the British network in Amity Park, let alone America. And portkeys are issued by the Ministry and with my current standing with the Minister that isn't an option and I'd rather not tempt fate without a more pressing reason with illegal portkeys," Dumbledore explained.

Danny nodded.

"That's fine. I understand Professor. Could you explain apparition now then?" Danny requested curiously. Dumbledore smiled and pressed his fingers together.

"Well in order to apparate, you first need magic and a destination in mind. Not a vague idea. An exact location and inner image. Then with a little magic and special technical work, apparition is achieved," Dumbledore explained. Danny nodded slowly.

"I wonder how different teleportation is," Danny muttered.

"Teleportation?" Dumbledore repeated with a raised eyebrow. Danny nodded.

"It's a ghost power I've seen. Never tried it myself but it is an advanced technique. Do you mind if I try?" Danny replied. Dumbledore shook his head.

"However Hogwarts has anti-apparation spells preventing apparition and disapparation on or off the grounds," Dumbledore interjected. Danny smirked.

"I still want to try," Danny decided.

With that he stood up and changed into his ghost form. Deciding to try to teleport somewhere close by for the first time. He focused on the flagstone in the centre of the doorway of the Great Hall. He then tapped into his ghost energy. He let the raw energy flow through himself and suddenly he felt like he did when he apparated with Dumbledore, light headed and gaseous. His body evaporated into green smoke and reappeared in a second green cloud. He stumbled and blinked away the black spots in his eyes.

"Woah, that was weird," Danny mumbled. Dumbledore jumped to his feet and rushed to Danny's side.

"Danny?! Are you alright?" Dumbledore exclaimed.

"Ye-yeah. Just dizzy," Danny muttered, putting a hand to his head.

Dumbledore helped Danny to a seat and conjured a glass of water. A few minutes later, Danny recovered from the dizzy spell and grinned at Dumbledore.

"Hey, if I can get this down. Maybe I won't need Fawkes to visit home. And I won't have to rely on you to get around," Danny commented. Dumbledore frowned with concern.

"Now let's not get ahead of ourselves Danny. We don't know your limits. For all we know you could kill yourself trying something like that," Dumbledore replied worriedly.

"Well, I am half dead already Professor. Relax, I'm not going to try anything like that just yet. But if I could, I could help the order so much more," Danny assured him.

Really a chapter to set up a few things for later. Miss Fisher won't feature much more but she will be a constant figure in Danny's life for the foreseeable future.

Let me know what you guys think so far of the story.

Until the next chapter.