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Magical Visitor

Jake laughed. "Dude, I've seen some pretty crazy stuff. This doesn't surprise me too much actually."

"Really?" Danny asked, raising an eyebrow. "I thought there were only three halfas in the world, and not many people who have ever heard of them."

"Halfas?"

"Halfas are half human, and half ghost," Danny explained. "A bunch of teenage ghosts gave us the name, and it stuck. I'd be surprised if you've met a halfa before now."

"Okay," Jake said flatly. "Maybe I was surprised, more or less."

"We better get back to the skate park," Danny said, "or your friends will start to wonder where we are."

"Yeah, just one last thing," Jake said. "My dad doesn't exactly know about the existence of magical creatures. No ghost stuff around him, clear?"

Danny grinned. "Don't worry about it. I know how that goes."

"Ghost detectors, ghost weapons, blueprints . . . Fudge buckets!" Jack shouted, holding several boxes of ghost hunting stuff. "We can't take the Fenton Ghost Portal with us! I guess we're just gonna have to leave it as a gift for whoever buys our house."

"I still can't believe we didn't know Danny is the Ghost Boy," Maddie said.

"Maybe if you'd taken the time to know us a bit better, you would have known sooner," Jazz suggested.

"But I know both my kids very well!" Jack protested. "They both want to be ghost hunters when they grow up! There's nothing else to know."

"No, Dad. Do I really have to tell you how many things are wrong with that statement?" Jazz inquired.

"There's nothing wrong with it!" Jack cried.

"Jack, I think she has a point. There is more about our kids to know than what they want to be when they grow up. Besides, I thought Jazz wanted to work with the human mind, and Danny wanted to be an astronaut?"

"I guess we can get to know them a bit better," Jack grumbled.

"Good."

"Jonathon, why is Danny staying with us again?" Susan asked, watching Danny and Jake doing the dishes.

"He says his family is having problems back home. His parents sent him here to keep him safe. We can't turn him down. He's the son of Jack Fenton, my best friend from high school!"

Frowning, Susan reminded him, "You know how I feel about having strangers in my house!"

Danny, hearing their discussion promised, "I won't cause any trouble."

"Of course you won't," Susan said skeptically.

"Don't worry about a thing! If he causes any trouble, his dad'll straighten him out. Besides, he did offer to help with the dishes. I wouldn't say that he's the type to cause trouble."

"If you say so," Susan sighed, resisting the puerile urge to roll her eyes.

Unknown to her husband and children, she'd had a hunch that there was something very off about their visitor. She'd gone to her father - to get a way to see whether or not their visitor was magical. Dragon powers having skipped her generation, she couldn't set it off, but a magical stranger could.

The detector was a small needle, soaked in a potion to make it glow after contact with a magical being. She'd slipped it into her hand as she shook hands with Danny. He was most definitely a magical being.

"Jonathon, honey, would you please take out the trash?" she asked.

"Of course I'll take out the trash!"

She waited until he was gone to say, "You can get out of my house right now. I know what you are, Danny Fenton!"

"What!?" Danny exclaimed. "But . . . "

"Mom, he's legit!" declared Jake. "He's not bad, really!"

"Jake, what did your grandfather always tell you about unknown magical visitors?"

"But Mom, dragons are protectors of the magical world. I've gotta help this guy out. It's my duty as the American Dragon!"

"Yes, but what did your grandfather tell you about people you don't know well?"

"To be careful around them. Mom, I think we can trust him, he helped me save some leprechauns earlier today."

Danny shrugged. "I told you it's my responsibility to keep ghosts from causing trouble."

"Never mind that!" Susan shouted. "What about these 'problems' he's having back home? Do you know what these problems are?"

"Not exactly," said Jake.

"Did it ever occur to you that he might be a fugitive, hiding from the magical police?"

"No," Jake admitted.

"Mrs. Long, I can assure you that I'm not a fugitive hiding from the magical police," said Danny. "I'm just hiding from the people that got really angry when they found out what I am."

"Hold up, human people?" Jake asked.

"Yeah. Is that a problem?"

"Yes, it's a problem. It's a HUGE problem!" Jake yelled. "Humans are not supposed to know about the magical world! Many of the humans that find out form secret societies like the Huntsclan. They become bent on destroying all things magical!"

"I know there are some humans that can be trusted, like Spud and Trixie," Jake said. "But I don't think an angry group like that can be trusted."

"I know," said Danny. "I didn't tell them on purpose. A few of them found out on their own, and then told the local newspaper about it. The story was on the front page."

"That's harsh," Jake sympathized.

"Jake?" Susan interrupted.

"Yes, I know Mom. Danny, I've gotta take you to my gramps," Jake told the halfa. "You need to tell him about this. I'm warning you right now; he's got a nasty temper."