A/N: Wooooo, it's been a while. This story appeared as a horrible monster in my psyche and roared menacingly, gnashing it's teeth hungrily and threatening to eat my spleen if I did not work on this story.

Thank you, so, so much everyone, for all you comments, and favs, watches. I really appreciate all the support. It also nurtures the fury of the beast; don't be afraid to feed the animals.

I've tried to figure out when this takes place in the DP universe. Obviously, this was started a while ago, and consequently doesn't quite fit with the end of the series and Phantom Planet and all that. Basically, just pretend that he has all the powers that he got in the show, but that Phantom Planet didn't happen, and Vlad was never Mayor... Yeah. I think that'll work... TTATT

Also, I fear I may have gone a bit overboard with the angst in this chapter... Hmmm. Ah well.

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Of Ghosts and Wizards

CHAPTER 5

When Danny returned to the basement, he found Sam and Tucker chatting quietly to each other amongst the movie theater style seats. He flopped down into a velvet covered chair next to them, turning back into his human self almost without a thought. "Hey guys."

"Hey Danny," Sam answered amicably.

"Dude, I'm glad you finally distracted that guy," Tucker said with mock tiredness, referring to Sirius. "It was a bit exhausting having to explain things as simple as electronics. Haven't they ever seen this stuff before?"

Danny shrugged. "How should I know? Maybe wizards don't use electricity or something."

"Yeah," Sam added, "Why would they need too? They've got magic..." She stared off a bit dreamily, and the tone of her voice was almost wistful.

Tucker snorted. "Whatever. Who needs magic. I'd take my PDA over a wooden stick any day."

Sam glared. "I bet they can do a whole lot more with those 'wooden sticks'–" here, she gave a rather poor imitation of Tucker's voice, "–than you can do with your lame pile of circuits and metal."

Tucker gasped like he had been wounded and pulled away, cradling his PDA to his chest protectively. "How dare you! She's sensitive..." He rocked his precious technology in his arms and whispered words of comfort. "It's okay, daddy will protect you from the scary Goth girl with wizard envy..."

"Actually, wouldn't it be witch envy?" Danny added idly as he chuckled. "Really though, Sam, I haven't seen you this starry-eyed since that time the Ultra-Recyclo-Vegetarians came and gave that assembly at school," He said.

Sam smiled sheepishly and shrugged. "I dunno, I guess I really just like the idea. From what little they've told us, I already feel like..." She leaned forward and rested her elbows on her knees and her chin in her hands. A few moments of silence passed as she mulled over her words. "Like I wouldn't mind being a part of that world."

Danny just raised a skeptical eyebrow and exchanged a look with Tucker. His beanie-clad friend just shrugged and went back to cuddling with his PDA.

Danny smiled fondly at his friend. Really, it was just like Sam, he realized. She loved things that were different, and fantastical. Things that could make a difference in the world, like him having ghost powers. It made him unique, and allowed him to protect Amity Park and everyone in it. Having magic powers wouldn't be so different from that, he supposed.

Sam's hand waving in front of his face along with her voice pulled him out of his thoughts.

"Hello, Earth to Danny," She was saying, and a small blush feathered across his cheeks at having been caught staring. "Is anyone home in that ecto-plasmic head of yours?"

"Uh, yeah, sorry, what were you saying?" He coughed, averting his gaze away and up to the ceiling in a feeble attempt to be discreet.

Ignoring Tucker snickering knowingly from behind her, Sam continued, "I was saying that it's been a while since we've seen Danielle, hasn't it?

Danny finally looked back at her and nodded thoughtfully. "Yeah. But she usually doesn't visit all that often anyway. After having been created, used as a minion, and captured by Vlad, she's probably not anxious to be cooped up in one place for too—"

Suddenly, Danny was bowled over by a stifling wave of painful unease. He gritted his teeth and his hands gripped the armrests of his chair until his knuckles turned white. Something was wrong, horribly wrong. But what was it? What the hell was wrong with him?

He groaned miserably as his whole body clenched up involuntarily and his head swam, making him dizzy. Vaguely, he could hear both Sam and Tuckers' worried voices cutting through the fog, but he couldn't make out was they were saying. All he could hear, see, or feel was all the anxiety and ill-boding feeling's he'd had in the last few days solidifying into the shape of a shadowed figure. Robes the color of a starless night sky blended into the mist, and a macabre ivory mask burnt itself into his vision.

Quickly, it shifted and he flinched at the sound of high-pitched, agonized screams, and with bile rising in his throat he saw Danielle writhing mindlessly atop ruined concrete spattered with crimson grime. Her shrieks quieted as she faded from view, but they still echoed horribly in his mind as he saw two people lying lifeless on similar, battle-torn ground, their familiar eyes filmed over in death, lifeless and silent.

Danny screamed.

With a jolting, gasping breath of air, the teen's blue eyes snapped out. As his blurred vision righted itself he took great sobbing gulps of air, trying feebly to steady the intense shaking of his body. Finally, he noticed how he had fallen to the floor and curled in upon himself, clutching desperately to his head as unbidden tears of horror streamed down and soaked his face.

"Danny, oh please say something..." A familiar but trembling voice pleaded with him.

Stiffly uncurling himself and pushing himself up off the floor, Danny shakily looked into Sam's red-rimmed violet eyes. Both Tucker and Sam were kneeling next to him, and both looked scared out of their minds, especially Sam who's breath was hitching irregularly with small, stifled sobs.

"S-sam," He croaked; it came out almost like a plea for help.

At this small admittance Sam threw herself at him, pulling him close. He shook in her arms, still deeply affected by whatever had just happened. She simply held him tight, not making a sound as more tears made their way out of her tightly shut eyes. Tucker wrapped his arms around both of them, thinking that he'd never heard a scream like that come from Danny, and that he never wanted to hear it again.

After several calming moments, Danny pulled away, too shaken and disturbed to feel embarrassed. Rather, he was deeply grateful for the comforting gesture. His friends did so much for him...

"Danny," Sam broached softly, voice thick with her own tears, "What happened to you? You were fine and then you just... you j-just fell to the floor, clutching your head and screaming." She valiantly kept herself from crying again. As much as she would normally despise the idea of shedding tears so easily, this was different. This was Danny, and he had been in pain. It physically hurt to see him suffering like that, and Sam hated it.

"Yeah, man," Tucker added, his usual spunk toned down to nonexistence, "That was seriously intense. Are you okay?" Even his PDA lie forgotten, tossed aside in the face of something so much more important. Tucker Foley was no fool. A techno geek yes, but a fool, no. Danny was one of his closest friends, and that mattered more than anything else.

Danny gave a shuddering sigh and leaned back tiredly against one of the seats behind him. Sam and Tucker sat close, and their presence bolstered him and gave him the strength to recount what he had seen.

"It was a nightmare," He started uncertainly, staring off at the wall. "I felt all the bad feelings from over the past few days, only a hundred times worse, and I saw a cloaked figure with a creepy skull mask. And then..." He paused, suddenly feeling kind of numb. He opened his mouth, but no words came to mind, nothing coherent, at least, and he idly wondered if he was in shock.

A warm hand squeezing his grounded him, and he said in a rush, "Danielle was on the ground, screaming in pain," His voice cracked when he said her name, and Sam and Tucker's eyes widened. "She looked like she had been beaten already, with blood everywhere... and I can still-- could still hear her screaming when I saw... saw th-them on the ground, dead, they were... their eyes were still open and staring at me–" He was shaking again, and he gritted his teeth against the nausea and guilty apprehension settling in his gut.

"Oh, Danny," Sam murmured. She had no idea what to do. Nothing like this had ever happened before. This was more than a simple bad dream– he hadn't even been sleeping, and had collapsed screaming from the vividness of what he saw. What did it all mean, and what could they do about it? What could they possibly do?

"Er..."

Both Sam and Tuckers' heads whipped towards the doorway in which stood a very awkward looking Harry Potter. Danny didn't bother looking up; rather, he stared numbly at his feet, feeling thoroughly miserable, exhausted, and confused.

"Is everything alright?" Harry seemed worried but also realized he was out of place. "Sorry, it's not my business. I'll go back upstairs–"

"Wait."

They all looked at Danny tensely, who still hadn't lifted his head, and his wild black bangs hid his eyes from view. Harry took a couple of steps into the room and waited expectantly.

Listlessly, inklings of things he shouldn't have known made themselves present in Danny's mind, and so he voiced them, not knowing what else to do.

"Voldemort's followers, what do they look like?" His voice was oddly bland, and he continued before an answer could be given. "Do they wear black robes and have white, skull shaped masks?"

Harry's breath caught in his throat, his features shocked, and he walked forward quickly and knelt before Danny. "How did you know that?"

He finally looked up and their eyes met, blue clashing with green as the young teen replied, "I think I saw one."

A thoughtful, understanding look dawned in Harry's eyes as he saw a haunting shadow in Danny's that hadn't been there before. The young wizard closed his eyes briefly and sighed, before leaning back slightly and rummaging around in one the pockets of the borrowed jeans. He pulled out half a bar of chocolate and handed it to Danny, who just looked at it bemused-ly.

"Eat some," Harry prompted. "It'll help."

Tucker, who, like Sam, had been silent up until this point, suddenly reared up in anger on behalf of his friend. "What the hell is wrong with you?" He yelled, "Something really messed up is going on here, and you want him to eat a candy bar?!?"

"Tucker," Sam soothed, "Don't take things out on Harry, he's only trying to help–"

Danny, meanwhile, had taken a half-hearted bite of the proffered chocolate. Eyes widening a bit, he felt warmth seep back into him, and the horrible vision fade back into the recesses of his memory, dulling and losing it's harsh sharpness. He took another, larger bite and a deep breath, the despair that had engulfed him disappearing into the ether. Suddenly, he felt silly, getting so upset over a nightmare. Things felt safe, and normal, and he almost couldn't remember why he'd been so upset in the first place.

Face contorted with anger, Tucker was about to lash out again when Danny interrupted him.

"You know, I never realized chocolate could be so relaxing." He remarked casually. Seeing the disbelieving looks on his friends faces he gave a small, sheepish smile and said, "I, uh, feel better now? Seriously, though, is this, like, magic candy or something?"

Harry smiled a bit and replied, "Well, it's laced with a Calming Drought, so yes, you could say it's magic."

"A calming what?" Danny asked, perplexed.

Smile turning into a grin, Harry said, "A Calming Drought is a type of potion. It's not poisoned, I promise. I used to think that all chocolate was like this until just recently, but the truth is most Wizarding chocolates, or sweets for that matter, are produced with some such benevolent affect in mind."

"That's all well and good, but can we get back to the point here?" Tucker said with only mild irritation, having been calmed by Danny's quick recovery. "Something really wacked out happened to Danny, do you happen to have any idea what it was?" He eyed Harry almost suspiciously.

Harry's face darkened grimly as he looked down at the carpet with a sigh. Having been perched on the balls of his feet the whole time, he sat down and crossed his legs as he said, "Well, I didn't see the whole thing, but I saw enough of it. At first I was thinking maybe a dementor attack, but that couldn't be it because you two–" he gestured at Sam and Tucker, "–didn't seem to be affected, and I most certainly would have felt one near by."

"Wait, I'm sorry, but what's a d-dementedor?" Sam stumbled over the foreign word as her brow creased questioningly.

"A dementor is a soulless, wraith-like creature that brings up your worst memories and sucks all the happiness out of you."

Now Danny was confused. "But the things I saw weren't real, I mean they never happened so they couldn't have been memories, right?" This, Danny thought, was something he was very grateful for.

"Then that's just one more thing that suggests that it wasn't a dementor." Harry nodded thoughtfully. "The only other thing I can think of is that you, er, had a vision of some sort." Harry finished not sounding completely sure of himself.

"Hold on, isn't that, like, a wizard thing?" Tucker voiced skeptically.

"What's 'a wizard thing'?"

The four teens turned to face the doorway once more as Sirius' cheerful voice sounded through the room and he jaunted in, hair damp from an apparent shower. He ambled happily over until he noticed the lackluster air surrounding his godson and his newly acquired band of muggle friends.

"Visions." Harry answered simply, chewing the inside of his mouth, perplexed. "They are, aren't they? I mean, only wizards can have The Sight or visions and things like that, right Sirius?" He looked questioningly up at his godfather.

Said animagus hummed thoughtfully as he flopped down into a comfortable chair, opting not to join the four teens down on the floor. "Well, Divination is just another form of magic," he said, "so technically it's impossible for a muggle or squib to have any degree of The Sight, since they wouldn't have any magical abilities whatsoever. Although..." Sirius adopted an extremely thoughtful, almost mischievous look on his face. "There are other things here that support the possibility of Danny having divinitave powers."

"Wait, seriously?" Tucker asked, "Like what?"

Sirius smiled. "You knew my name, didn't you?" He asked Danny.

The young ghost half-ling gave a small start, eyes widening at the realization.

"Come to think of it, you did say that's what we should name him when we still thought he was only a dog." Sam mused, "I thought it was just something random that you came up with, but what are the odds of you guessing his actual name?"

Danny shook his head, "I didn't have to guess. It was like I was hearing voices. It didn't, like say, 'the dog's name is Sirius', or anything like that, I just sort of heard the name echo in my head, and knew that the name... well, suited him."

Tucker huffed, disgruntled. "Okay, so he's going all freaky psychic on us. That still doesn't explain how or why."

Danny continued to nibble on the bar of chocolate, finding that it helped him from getting too stressed about the situation. He thought briefly about sharing it with Tucker. His friend seemed like he needed to relax a bit.

"That, I can't tell you for sure," Sirius shrugged, nonchalantly brushing Tucker's frustration aside. "There are two distinct possibilities that I can think of. Either Danny is a wizard, or his divinitive abilities stem from his being half ghost."

Sam latched onto the latter idea. "That would actually make sense! Ghosts from the Ghost Zone have all sorts of strange abilities. This is probably just another new power for you, Danny."

Frowning, Danny thought about the implications. Could that have been what all those horrible, anxious feelings had been about the last few days? Some sort of facet of a new ghost power that allowed him to know things that had yet to come, or that he wouldn't have otherwise been able to know? He wasn't so sure he liked the idea. Especially if the things he saw were unchangeable, concrete things that were going to happen in the future no matter what he did to try and change them.

"There's one way we can find out!" Sirius exclaimed, interrupting Danny's thoughts as he leapt up from his chair.

"A way to find out what?" Harry asked.

"If he's a wizard or not!" The wizard replied.

"But Sirius," Harry pondered, even as he stood up to get out of Sirius' way, "Wouldn't Danny know by now? I mean, accidental magic, or an invitation from a wizarding school would have happened already, right...?"

Sirius shrugged, ignoring the vaguely worried looks he was receiving from the muggles in the room as he rolled up his sleeves and pulled out his wand. "There are several reasons why a person might not know they are a wizard. It could be that Danny simply hasn't been a wizard up until recently."

Harry sighed, feeling even more confused, and a little bit exasperated by his godfather's vague answers. "But Sirius, if he wasn't a wizard before, how can he be a wizard now?" He prodded.

His question was dismissed by the wave of a hand as Sirius asked Danny to stand up in front of him.

"Um... this isn't gonna hurt, is it?" Danny was looking down the 'barrel' of the wand, so to speak, and it was making him a bit nervous. Tucker and Sam stood up as well, but didn't leave his side.

"Oh no, not at all." Sirius reassured, "Here we go then– Aperio Magus Potestas!"

Danny sucked in a small breath as a strange breeze blew over him, but instead of passing by it seemed to loop back around, winding it's way about his body before zipping back to the tip of Sirius' wand.

"This is a standard scanning charm," Sirius explained mildly as the spell took it's course, "It's used by impatient pure blood families who want to know immediately whether or not their child has magical potential, but also by healers to access situations of magical exhaustion, or the effects of magical backlash and other such things."

Danny, Sam, Tucker, and Harry alike watched fascinated as a dinging sound erupted from the wand moments before a small sphere of light appeared above it. It glowed and swirled, different colors conflicting with each other. This continued on for several moments before Sirius' brow furrowed.

"That's odd." The older wizard mumbled, bringing the wand closer and carefully inspecting the bright, colorful orb of light.

Sirius suddenly swung his wand around to point it at Harry, who underwent the same, winding windy sensation. The light turned a bright, cheery yellow, to which Sirius nodded, satisfied. He then did the same to Tucker, to which the light responded by turning a drab grey, which also seemed to satisfy Sirius. Sam's light turned red, which elicited a surprised sound and a raised eyebrow from the older wizard. And finally, again he turned back to Danny, which caused the little ball of light to return to it's original, colorfully chaotic state.

"Finite Incantatum. Well, that was certainly interesting." Sirius said.

Harry blinked, just as confused as the Danny, Sam, and Tucker. "Sirius, what was with the little ball of light that kept changing colors?"

As they all sat down in preparation for an explanation, Sirius began, "Well, being an information gathering spell, there has to be some way that the data is relayed. In this case, it is in the form colors. What the spell actually does is scan the person's magical core– or lack thereof. Each color means something different. Grey means no magical abilities whatsoever;" here, he gestured at Tucker who merely sniffed in response, "basically that the person is a muggle. Yellow is a healthy, teenage wizard such as yourself." He nodded at Harry before continuing. "As for the whole multi-colored bit that yours pulled, Danny, I've honestly no idea. I'd say that the sheer brightness and multitude of colors would suggest that you have a magical core of some kind, but other than that..." Sirius waved his hands about indicating his lack of knowledge as he trailed off.

"Um..." Everyone looked at Sam as she spoke, "So, what does red mean?" She was worried– red usually wasn't a good color to be associated with.

Sirius rubbed the back of his neck, and the look on his face suggested he was about to step into the proverbial lion's den.

"Yes, well, I thought I ought to save that for last." Perching at the edge of the seat, he got very quiet and somber, choosing his words carefully as he spoke, "Red, an unusual color to come across, indicates the wizard or witch's core has been magically bound."

At the silence in the room, Sirius took a deep breath and said, "In other words—"

Amazingly enough, Danny was the first to realize the full extent of what Sirius was saying.

"Whoa, hang on a minute!" Danny said, "Does that mean—" his head whipped towards Sam, his eyes wide with disbelief. "—Sam's a witch?" He exclaimed, flabbergasted.

Sam, now the center of attention, just sat there, not quite comprehending the situation. "Me? But that's impossible," She scoffed, "There's no way..." Inwardly, she was reeling. It would be... just so awesome if it were true! But it was ridiculous. There was no way she had magic powers. She tried to picture her perfect, normal parents wearing robes and wielding wands, and burst out into laughter as a result. "C-Can you just picture my parents? There's just no way!"

"You said something about her magic being... uh, bound?" Danny prompted, still surprised beyond belief and barely managing a single coherent thought.

Sirius nodded and gestured as he replied, "It's a fairly complex spell that's meant to completely separate a person from their magic, prohibiting their use of it and making any bouts of accidental magic impossible."

"I don't understand," Sam was wringing the material of her skirt in her hands as she spoke, an almost crazy little laugh in her voice, "Why would someone do that to a person?"

"There are several possibilities. I'd imagine in this case that your parents wanted, for whatever reason, to distance themselves from the wizarding world. If you had grown up without your magic bound, they more than likely would have been forced back into that world a long while ago." Sirius finished.

The air was heavy with tension as they all waited for Sam's reaction. The young teen continued to fiddle with the hem of her skirt, her face completely devoid of emotion. Danny and Tucker exchanged worried looks; neither of them were quite sure how their female friend would react to such a revelation.

After several more tense minutes, Danny was about to reach out and coax her into talking when she suddenly growled and her face contorted with righteous, teenage anger.

"They lied to me!" She burst out, her incredulity suddenly transforming into a magnificent fury. Sam leapt up from her chair as she continued to rant. "They've been lying to me my entire life!" She fumed, "How could they possibly keep something like this from me! God, no wonder they hate how different I try to be– it reminds them of their dirty little secret!" The maroon carpet beneath her combat boots sizzled with static electricity as she stalked back and forth angrily.

Suddenly, her steps faltered as she seemed to realize something.

"Get it off," She breathed so quietly that no one heard. When she didn't get an immediate response, she whirled around, her body trembling with tension and a strangely frantic look on her face. "Get it off of me!" She yelled. Seeing that only confusion greeted her, she shouted, "The- the thing, the binding, whatever the hell it is that's keeping me from being able to do magic, take it off right now!"

Running a hand through unruly, curly locks, Sirius sighed and said, "Unfortunately that's not something I can do. Binding spells are of a very powerful and complex nature and it would be irresponsible for me to try and remove it by myself, or even with Harry's help."

Sam just shook her head, denial and desperation mingling and spreading across her features. She finally sank to her knees and buried her face in one hand, crying silently.

Danny was, quite truthfully, a bit shocked by Sam's outburst. Sure, he'd seen her angry before, upset and shouting, and had even seen her cry (not just earlier that day, either, though it was rare), but it had never seemed this intense like this. His eyes widened when he saw the tears gathering at the corners of her eyes, and the way her hands were clenched so tightly that her knuckles had turned a horrible pasty white. He suddenly realized that she wasn't just angry– looking into her eyes, he saw hurt, betrayal, and fear. It made him feel horrible to see her so upset.

Not pausing to reflect on how their roles had become reversed, he slowly rose from his chair and approached her, kneeling beside her and wrapping her in a warm embrace. Her shoulders shook as she cried into his shoulder, not even bothering to put into words the things she was feeling.

Mostly, it was disbelief that her parents could keep something so big from her, something that would have normally affected her entire life, something that was rightfully a part of who she was. Her mind reeled violently as she tried to grasp the concept of her being a witch. She had only just discovered the existence of magic that very same day for crying out loud, and now she had to swallow that, not only was she a witch, but she couldn't use her magic because her parents had chosen to bind it when she was born?! It was way too much.

"Hey, Sam, we'll figure this thing out, okay?" Danny murmured, feeling a bit awkward as a small flush spread across his cheeks but not letting it stop him from comforting one of his closest friends. "I know this is a lot but... hey, it's kind of cool, isn't it?" Despite the seriousness of the situation, he could still recall what Sam had said earlier. "You said you wouldn't mind be a part of that world, right? Well see, you already were and just didn't know it."

Sam lifted her head, calmer now, and gave a shaky smile, feeling better with Danny there beside her, holding and comforting her. Tucker hovered uncertainly nearby, but Sam didn't begrudge him his awkwardness. She and Tucker had never been quite as close as they both were with Danny. Not that they didn't get along, it was just that they probably wouldn't have hung out at all if it hadn't been for their mutual friend.

"Thanks Danny." She said quietly, rubbing harshly at the tears that lingered on her face. "You're right, I should be excited– I am, I guess, it's just a lot to take in..."

She trailed off and sniffed loudly, taking a deep breath and clearing her throat, trying to regain some semblance of composure. Danny held back a small bit of laughter at her effort and simply gave her one more squeeze before pulling away as the concept of 'personal space' came back into existence. Not that either minded being that close, but nor would they admit it to each other– at least, not anytime soon, anyway.

"Yeah, I get it. I don't want to sound all-knowing or anything, but I think I get at least a little of what you're going through." Danny replied.

Sam gave a watery laugh. "I guess you would understand better than most, eh ghost boy?" She used the term affectionately and it made Danny's heart flutter a little at the way she said it. Giving her face one last scrub, Sam stood up and addressed Sirius and Harry, who had been sitting quietly to the side trying not to be intrusive. "Sorry about that—"

"'S quite alright. No worries. I'm sure if you talk with your parents you can get it all straightened out..." Sirius faltered at the grimace on the young teen's face.

"If you knew them like I do, you wouldn't have quite so much faith," She said bitterly, but immediately followed up with, "I'm tired of talking about it. Let's get back to the important things, like what exactly is up with Danny."

"Yeah, I don't get it, is he a wizard or not?" Tucker piped in, glad to be out of Sam-is-acting-emotional-oh-my-god-the-sky-is-falling territory.

Before Sirius could reply, a pained gasp shocked all those present. They all turned to find Harry hunched over, his hand pressed firmly against his scar, face twisted in agony.

"Harry! Harry, what's wrong?" Sirius spoke urgently, rushing to his godson's side.

"It's him!" Harry gasped, struggling to speak, "It's Voldemort— he's here!"

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A/N: This could be considered a cliff-hanger, but... I've seen much, much worse.

Okay, I know there's a lot of technical magic theory crap, and so I apologize. I personally really enjoy that aspect of the HP universe, but also realize it probably got a bit dry for you all. Sorry!

Oh, and there's just a touch of fluff– it almost made me nauseous writing it, but they're just... so... cute together I couldn't help it, even if it didn't really belong.

Because of that, I'm not thrilled with this chapter, but I still think it came out pretty good. Oh, and don't worry, after this there will be gasp action! That's right, you heard me! Spells will fly, ectoplasm will– er– ectofly! And horribly tragic things will befall our heroes.

As always, tell me what you think! I love hearing from you guys.

Till next time.

;-;Adrian Winter;-;