Danny nervously glanced at Vlad. He'd admitted to being able to teleport.
"Daniel, how did you learn to teleport so well? So quickly," Vlad gasped. Danny chuckled nervously.
"A lot of practice. It made me really dizzy and I got sick a couple of times," Danny admitted. Vlad hummed in understanding.
"I, myself, can only teleport a few miles without adverse effects. How far have you gone?" Vlad asked.
"Er… halfway across the world," Danny confessed. Vlad blinked in shock and stared at the teen for a few moments.
"That's… that's amazing Daniel," Vlad complimented softly. Danny rubbed his neck self-consciously.
Vlad turned back to his mountain chalet. He shook his head slowly, shaking off the surprise.
"Well, I suppose we should do what we came here for. Thanks for teleporting us here Daniel. It is much easier than getting the helicopter and much faster," Vlad muttered. Danny nodded.
"You're welcome," Danny mumbled. The halfas walked towards the building and phased inside. There were benefits to being half-ghost.
Vlad led the way through the chalet to a hidden room displaying a number of ghost relics, the most impressive of which was the Crown of Fire. Vlad walked over to the central podium.
"I will miss having this here. But a deal is a deal," Vlad sighed. Danny gulped nervously. This was the moment Danny had been waiting for. Two months of befriending Vlad. Vlad tapped a short code into the podium security display. The glass protecting the crown lifted up and Vlad picked up the fiery green crown. He sighed and held the crown out to Danny. Danny held his breath and took the crown from Vlad. He gasped as he felt something like electricity at his fingertips. Pure energy filled him up. It was a power he had only ever felt once. It was the power of a king.
"Thanks Vlad," Danny breathed. Vlad nodded and closed the container with a couple of taps.
"I hope you're happy Daniel," Vlad mumbled. Danny glanced at the halfa.
"Kind of. I never really wanted this until I knew I needed it. And I need it to protect a lot of people including my family," Danny admitted quietly. Vlad frowned in confusion.
"What do you intend to do with the crown Daniel?" Vlad asked.
"I'm going to become the new Ghost King. As part of the rules, I had to find the crown. Now I need to find an older ghost to coronate me and ten witnesses," Danny confessed giving Vlad a wary look. Vlad frowned in thought.
"You want to rule the Ghost Zone?" Vlad exclaimed. Danny sighed.
"Not exactly. I want to protect my family and friends. And to do that I have to stop the ghosts. To stop the ghosts I have to be king. So… I want to be king," Danny elaborated. Vlad bit his lip and nodded in understanding.
"Daniel… I would be honoured to witness your coronation. You need ten witnesses correct?" Vlad remarked. Danny nodded.
"Thanks Vlad. I've been wracking my brains for who I could ask to witness this. I don't have that many ghost friends," Danny replied gratefully. Vlad smiled.
"Do they have to be friends?" Vlad inquired.
"They have to be agreeable. And since most ghosts don't like me, they wouldn't want me ruling them. So, for me, yeah. They have to be friends," Danny confirmed. Vlad hummed in understanding.
"Can you teleport into the Ghost Zone?" Vlad wondered. Danny blinked.
"I've never tried," Danny admitted.
"Would you be willing to try? If you're to become king, it would be a useful skill to have," Vlad asked. Danny nodded.
"It would. But I don't think it's a good time to try. We can use the Fenton portal this time," Danny decided. Vlad nodded in understanding.
"Probably wise," Vlad agreed softly.
Danny took Vlad's hand and teleported them both to Fenton Works. They then unlocked the portal and stepped through. Within an hour they had gathered together all the ghosts they could find. Frostbite, Dora, Pandora, Wulf, Clockwork, much to Danny's surprise, Poindexter, Amorpho, Youngblood, Dairy King, Cujo and they even found Danielle. Danny then went to Walker's prison and asked Walker for the next move. Walker told Danny to take everyone to Pariah Keep, the ancient place for the kings. Walker then asked each ghost if they were agreeable to Danny becoming the next Ghost King. They all were.
Danny asked Frostbite to coronate him. Most of the ghosts were older than him but Frostbite was the only ghost he had ever looked up to for advice. Clockwork tended to lecture Danny whether he wanted one or not and also the ghost usually had to keep impartial. But Frostbite had been a teacher to Danny. The ice ghost had advised him when he needed it. He was the only ghost that Danny admitted to being afraid to. Danielle was kind enough to fetch Danny's family and friends from Amity Park. The coronation wasn't anything grand or overly special. All that happened was Frostbite put the Crown of Fire on Danny's ghostly head. The ghosts and humans watching applauded. However Danny suddenly felt different. He felt stronger and powerful. Not necessarily stronger in ghost power. But he had more power somehow.
"Do I always have to wear the crown now?" Danny asked Walker. The ghost warden sighed and shook his head.
"No. Once the ritual has been done, the crown is a formality. You can remove it and as long as you haven't been defeated, or it was removed during combat, then you are still king. However, if you do not know the crown's location, you have lost it," Walker explained. Danny nodded.
"Thanks, all of you," Danny called to the audience. They all cheered and Danny looked to Vlad.
"No time like the present to try new tricks," Danny remarked. Vlad nodded in understanding. Danny gathered his energy and pictured Hogwarts in his mind's eye. He then teleported. Vlad was quick to assure Danny's family and friends and then accompanied them to the Real World.
Danny appeared in his room in Hogwarts. He instantly vomited and felt exceptionally dizzy. He shakily got to his feet but he quickly got sick again. He stumbled into his personal bathroom and collapsed beside the toilet. He'd never gotten this sick from teleporting. But then again, teleporting between worlds was a lot different to teleporting to and from Amity Park and Britain. He shuddered as he retched, no more in his stomach to lose. He waited another fifteen minutes, retching another three times, before he deemed himself recovered enough to stand. Shakily he staggered to the sink and cupped his hands under the running water. He splashed it on to his face and took a mouthful of water to swirl around and rinsed out the acidic aftertaste left in his mouth. He spat it out and took a long gulp of cool, refreshing water. His dizzy spell was finally fading and he no longer felt nauseous. He dropped the toilet lid and perched on it. He took a few deep breaths as his shaking body steadied itself.
Finally feeling well enough to leave the bathroom without fear of getting sick again, he walked into his bedroom. His nose wrinkled at the stench of sitting vomit on the floor. His breakfast lay in a half-digested pool of slightly green-tinged liquid. His nausea was flooding back at the smell. He quickly left the bedroom and sat on a table in the abandoned classroom outside his room. He took a few deep breaths again and the nausea faded again. Danny blinked. He slowly lifted a hand and touched the crown, still nestled in his white hair despite everything. He gingerly lifted it off and turned it over in his hands. It felt electrified under his fingertips but there was also the undeniable feeling of cool metal there too. From a distance the crown looked like a mass of flames, but up close it look more like the traditional crown. Round, metal, a number of crafted tips. There were gently pulsating green jewels placed sporadically around the crown. It wasn't ostentatious or impressive. It was simple, but the aura around it was aweing. The object commanded respect.
Danny sat there gazing at the crown in mild shock as it dawned on him that this crown was his. His to protect. His to don. And having this crown meant all ghosts were his to lead. He shook his head. The responsibility of it had just hit him like a ton of bricks. What if he wasn't the right person to have this? What if he messed up? What if the crown drove him mad like it did to Pariah Dark? Until he touched the crown, he hadn't realised how powerful it was. Yes, he had touched it during his fight with Pariah Dark. But he'd been distracted. He hadn't sensed what it felt like because adrenaline was pumping and he was in a suit. Now he felt the waves of respect the crown commanded like a tide, waves crashing into him full force.
He didn't know how long he sat there. But he eventually snapped out of his trance and got to his feet. He bit his lip and turned invisible. He had to inform Dumbledore that he was king now. This was huge. Time was running out too. The longer he waited, the longer it took for him to stop the ghosts, the more danger his loved ones in Amity Park were in. Voldemort could turn to the ghosts at any time and ask for a secret tactic to defeat him. The ghosts didn't even have to reveal his secret. They just had to give Voldemort names, Fenton to start with.
Danny is king!
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I'll be honest, someone mentioned using the castle ghosts. I didn't even consider them. I don't usually miss things like that. But let's say that they needed to be in the Ghost Zone in order to be eligible, and those ghosts haunt Hogwarts.
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