Hey! Sorry this took so long, but I was on vacation. A quick heads up; the magical world really starts to come into play here. For certain aspects, I decided to base the magic elements more on Alfonso Cuaron's additions and modifications in the third movie rather than the books, as that is the best fantasy film ever made IMO. If anyone did not like the changes to that movie, then I apologise. The rest is based on DP and the books.

Figuring out that this was a magical world inhabited by witches and wizards was hardly difficult; the street signs, shop names, goods, and clothes were a dead give-away. What was more amazing to Danny is how little this surprised him. Despite all his encounters with ghosts, his parents had changed that from supernatural to science. This place should have appeared unreal, strange, or even frightening; yet Danny felt right at home here. He would have continued his search had he not seen the bartender coming out of an office, looking far more relaxed than he had earlier. Not wanting to lose the chance to come back with Tucker and Sam, Danny ran back towards the exit, phased through the wall, and just managed to get back out to his friends without being noticed.

"Where'd you go?" Sam asked.

"I'll show you later," he whispered as the bartender walked out smiling slightly.

"Sorry about all that," he walked right up to Jack, who had begun pacing, "We have a few rooms available, and you are welcome to stay."

"Excellent!" Jack snapped back into reality, "Book three rooms for four days!"

"Huh?" Jazz looked even more miserable, "I thought we were only staying here for one night!"

"Change of plans, Jasmine."

"Excellent," the bartender clapped his hands together, "Now, follow me, and we'll get your keys..." he led Jack behind the bar. Danny now had his chance.

"Come on," he whispered to Sam and Tucker, "You guys gotta see this."

"See what?" Sam asked, but Danny just grabbed her arm and pushed Tucker down the hallway.

"Dan-ny," Sam tried to get her arm loose; this was a little strange for him, "Where the heck are we..." as she saw the sight before her as they phased through the wall, words began to fail her. Once Danny let go of her arm, she clasped both her hands over her mouth, staring wide-eyed at the twisting, turning street. Tucker had a similar shocked expression, his mouth wide-open in shock.

"Where the heck are we?" he finally managed to say.

"It's some magic wizard world," Danny grinned, "The bartender came in here, so I'm guessing that's the real reason why he didn't want to give us any rooms," they both turned to Sam, who had slowly begun to lower her hands from her mouth.

"If your dad moves in here permanently, I'm staying with you," she finally said, beginning to smile uncontrollably. The three began to head down the street together, passing by the joke shop Danny had seen earlier.

"Hello there!" one of the redheaded boys outside called to them. Up close, Danny could see that they were identical twins, right down to the freckles on their faces. They were not that young either; they had to be at least 18.

"I'm Fred," the boy said.

"And I'm George," his twin added.

"And welcome to Weasley's Wizarding Wheezes," they said together.

"Finest shop of mischief aides in all of England," Fred said.

"Tested by our good friends at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry," George said.

"Backed financially by a legitimate source..."

"...And guaranteed to give your mates a laugh and gits a right good helping of what they deserve."

"So, can we interest you in anything today?" they asked in unison.

"Best in the country, eh?" Tucker asked, grinning mischievously.

"On holiday from America, are you?" Fred asked. Danny nodded nervously; he'd been in here less than a minute and already Tucker was beginning to get them in trouble.

"America," George sighed, "Alright place, from what I hear."

"Not much for wizards, though," Fred shook his head, "And those egos! No offence to any of you three, of course."

"No prob," Tucker said, eyeing the items in the window of the shop, "So, show me what ya' got."

"Very well then," the twins said together.

"Best if we start out with our simpler products, George."

"Right you are, Fred. If you will observe," George took a pointed hat decorated with a fluffy pink feather from behind him, "An ordinary hat. Place upon your head," he did so. For a second he merely looked stupid, then both hat and head vanished. All three of the younger kids jumped back a bit.

"And off again!" shouted Fred, and George's hand groped for a moment in what seemed to be thin air over his shoulder; then his hat reappeared as he swept the hat from it.

"Awesome!" Tucker's grin was so large it seemed like his face might burst if it got any larger.

"Care to see anything else?"

"Uh, Tuck?" Danny managed to say before Tucker could open his mouth, "We are kind of in a hurry..."

"Yeah. I'll just take a hat."

"That'll be two Galleons," Fred said.

"Uh..." Danny and Sam winced behind Tucker; to their surprise, however, Fred merely shook his head.

"Yanks," he said, "Always inventing their own currency and way of the English language and assuming we use Muggle coin."

"You can have it free this time," George handed Tucker the hat, "but if you plan on coming by later bring some real money with you."

"Thanks," Tucker immediately pulled off his cap and put on the feathered hat, causing his head to vanish.

"Good day," the twins said together, and with that, headed back inside their shop. Danny and Sam breathed a sigh of relief.

"Don't do that again," Danny said exasperatingly to Tucker, "We don't have wizard money and I don't even think non-magic people are supposed to be here or know about this place. We're just looking around, OK?"

"Relax," the headless body said, "I'll keep away from the products."

But Danny and Sam ended up having to keep Tucker from buying 14 more things as they continued on through Diagon Alley. Beyond that, however, it was one of the best times of their lives. A few wizards performed on the street, doing what apparently were favourite magic acts for children; Danny, Sam and Tucker had never seen anything like it before. There was a mock "wizard's duel" on the street as well. As it turned out, even wizards had to go to school; children of various ages were going through shops such as Madam Malkin's Robes for All Occasions and Flourish and Blotts, a bookshop. It was here they made their first acquaintances after Fred and George; two boys named Seamus Finnegan and Dean Thomas, who were going into "sixth year at Hogwarts." With Fred and George's past words, they knew Hogwarts was a wizard school in England, but they had no idea which magic schools existed back home. Fortunately, they never came up. Seamus and Dean provided some good advice; while saying goodbye, Tucker had almost led them down a shifty-looking street to "Knockturn Alley."

A few people gave them a "good day" or "hello" as they walked passed, but generally they had no verbal communication with anyone besides themselves; that was a good thing. They continued to explore the street for what seemed like hours before finally deciding to head back. Despite the many turns of the street, Sam had kept track of names of large shops and signs as guides to the brick wall back to The Leaky Cauldron. They phased through and, being sure to avoid being noticed and Tucker switching back his hats, made their way towards the table where the Fentons (minus Jazz) were sitting.

"There you are!" Maddie said angrily as she saw them, "Where have you been?"

"Oh, uh...just looking around the place," Danny said; it was half-true.

"Well, next time say something before you disappear for three hours!"

"Your mother's right, Danny," Jack said, "We need to where you are in this town. We're responsible for your friends as well as you."

"Sorry."

"Well, no harm done. Come on up, I'll show you the rooms.

----

The three rooms were comfortable, each holding a large bed, highly polished oak furniture, and a fireplace. Danny and Tucker took one room, Jazz and Sam another, and Jack and Maddie the last one. Upon Tucker's insistence, he and Danny had drawn straws to decide who would sleep on the floor; Danny got to keep the bed. The bartender, whose name was Tom, had come up to ask them to stay in their rooms or at least upstairs, claiming that there was a meeting going on downstairs. Phasing down, Danny saw that he had in fact called all the wizard inmates, telling them to perform no magic and keep quiet about anything relating to their world when the Fentons, Tucker, or Sam were around. This was definitely not a happy order for most.

"How could you even think of letting in a whole family of Muggles in!?" a tall, old wizard was shouting, "How'd they get in anyway?"

"Some cloaked wizard came through here and they were right behind him," Tom was staying calm, "If they follow close enough, they'll see the place. There's no rule against it anyway, so long as we keep quiet."

"There's five of them!" an old witch with a crooked nose screeched, "They're staying for..."

"Four days. You can go without magic for that long. Besides, I don't think the father's all right in the head. Ghost hunter..." he chuckled, "When will Muggles ever learn? Only we come back as ghosts!" after hearing this, Danny phased back up.

Sam spent most of her time in their room, discussing what Danny had heard. They now were sure that Muggle meant non-magic people and were not supposed to know about the magic world. Every caution was likely going to be taken to keep them from finding out about it; possibly including blocking off the hallway to the barrier to Diagon Alley. (Jazz, passing by after going to the bathroom, caught part of the conversation. Despite knowing Danny's secret, she was not entirely convinced; a bit of ease-dropping on the meeting downstairs convinced her.)

Personally, Danny was not worried about not being able to see the magic world; now that they were sure they shouldn't have found it the first place, he felt they should stay out of it. He was more confused about Tom's words; "Only we come back as ghosts..."

His parents had been able to trace the exit of a spirit from the body, determine what would happen if it was not put to rest, the effects of The Ghost-Zone and different kinds of ectoplasm on a ghost...for his family and friends, ghosts were just like any school science unit. Now he had this placed before him. If there was magic in the ectoplasm his parents used to power their machines, it hadn't been apparent. Neither had any when Danny had been exposed to the ectoplasmic blast inside the Ghost Portal. And he was sure none of the ghosts he'd encountered, save Desiree, could perform magic; Skulker and Technus's use of non-magic technology proved it. Even Vlad, as powerful as he had been, hadn't seemed to use anything other than the powers Danny had. Was the wizarding world wrong in this case? Were there different types of ghosts? Sam and Tucker could provide no answers, and Danny couldn't ask his parents without telling them about Diagon Alley, which was definitely not a wise idea.

He lay on the bed going over this puzzle until it was almost dark out and a knock came at the door.

"It's open," he said; his mother walked in.

"Tom says the meeting's done, and we've got about half and hour until your curfew, so if you and your friends would like to go out on the streets, as long as you stay near here, you're allowed to," she left, closing the door behind her.

"Now's our chance to sneak back that Diagonal-whatsits place," Tucker said at once, grinning.

"Nah, we shouldn't go if we're not supposed to know about it," Sam said, "There's some cool stores around here we could look at," Danny didn't say anything; he was still thinking. How could there be different kinds of ghosts?

"Come on, Danny," Sam messed up his hair a bit to get his attention, "We've got four days and all your dad's files at home to figure it out. Let's go out while we can."

"Yeah...we probably should," he slid off the bed and the three headed downstairs and out into London. It was a bit chilly out, but as they'd only be out for less than a half-hour, they didn't go back in for their jackets. It was nearly dark, the sky a deep midnight-blue and a half-moon beginning to show. The bookshop and record shop on either side of The Leaky Cauldron were still open.

"Let's see what music they've got here," Tucker said, "My dad's got an old record player I can use to play this stuff," they started to go in, but Danny noticed a change in the air. It had suddenly become icy cold, both outside and inside; deeper than their skin, it went right into their hearts, their blood. Ice actually began to form on the handle of the door, the street, and all-around. All the streetlights and lights in any nearby buildings went out. He began shivering, his breath growing more nervous. It seemed impossible to think anything happy, to feel cheerful ever again...

"What's happening?" Sam asked; she too sounded cold and terrified. Neither Tucker nor Danny answered. There seemed to be a rattling sound coming from up above, but Danny couldn't see anything; even without lights, he could tell there was nothing above them...unless...

"I'm goin' ghost," he murmured, more to himself than anyone else. Two blue rings shot across his body, and he was now Danny Phantom. The shock of what was above them almost knocked him back. Floating above them was a tall figure, draped in a moth-eaten black robe. Two rotting, skeletal hands came out from the sleeves, grabbing at the air as if reaching for something. The rattling was the thing taking in breath. It began to come down towards them, picking up speed. Finally it went into a dive, swooping in right up to Danny's face before he could move away.

All at once, it was if every happy memory he'd ever had was sucked right out of his face and under the creature's hood. The cold grew worse, turning his body rigid. As the thing finally pulled away Danny collapsed backwards, barely catching himself.

"Danny?" he heard Sam say; his vision was now blurry. They couldn't see the thing. As his vision came back, Danny saw it return to its place in the sky...and a second one fly down towards Sam.

"GET DOWN!" he shouted, knocking her over; the thing just barely missed her. Now a third creature was flying in towards Tucker, whom Danny pulled to the ground.

"What are you..." Sam began.

"There's these three things that look like the Ghost of Christmas Future. I couldn't see them as a kid either, but..." the first creature was coming back. Danny fired a blast at it, but it was unfazed.

"Run," he told his friends before taking off, the thing following. The other two, observing Sam and Tucker, followed them.

----

"Bit slow t'night, eh Ern?" the pimple-faced conductor of the Knight Bus said. Stan Shunpike leaned against one of the beds, looking bored.

"Yah' man," Ernie Prang's shrunken head said, "Not a soul on the streets with a bit o' magic in 'em. Best slow us down a bit then, Ernie," pulling a lever, the giant purple bus went by on a normal speed. All of a sudden everything went cold, cold fog forming on the window. All warmth in the mind, heart, and air went out, even from the shrunken head. A flash of colour on the window caught Stan's eye.

"Hold 'er up there, Ern," he said, and the Knight Bus came to a stop, the doors opening. Stan jumped back in so fast he looked like a blur of purple when he saw what was going on. A white-haired boy in black with green eyes was being chased down by a dementor, the former guards of the wizard prison Azkaban who now worked for Lord Voldemort.

"BLIMEY!" he gasped, "Ern, get us t' Diagon Alley!"

----

Danny tried every ghost attack he knew, but nothing seemed to affect the creature. Even from this distance it seemed to be sucking all but the worst memories from him. They had gone in a complete circle twice now, and the thing was catching up. It flew right up to Danny's face, and seemed to almost suck his face right into the hole in its cloak. It felt like being sucked through the most bitter, cold water one could imagine, all of the worst experiences of his life flashing before him. This took almost all of Danny's strength. He felt everything drain away from his body as he fell to the ground near Sam and Tucker; they had been chased back and had fallen, unconscious. Barely able to see or hold ghost form, Danny could barely make out all three of the things floating in towards them, their slimely hands outstretched. But he could also make out The Leaky Cauldron, where a crowd of people had rushed out of. A tall boy, older than Danny, with messy black hair and glasses, had a wand outstretched.

"EXPECTO PATRONUM!"

Out from his wand, a huge, dazzling silver animal seemed to spring out; it looked like a large deer. It took a few steps forward. Then it stopped, breathing out a huge wave of silver towards them. It swept over them, causing the creatures to quickly retreat, seemingly in terror of the brilliant creature before them. Then, as they disappeared and the air began to return to normal in the street, the light and animal vanished, and the giant shaggy man Danny had run into earlier ran over with the boy towards them.

Cybertoy00: Thank you for the list. I can never remember them all.

Gijinka Renamon: Very true. Though it is never stated they can't see The Leaky Cauldron, that is a fair point. I hope you liked Tom's explanaition; the real reason may be different.