Chapter 3: All the Smiles That Are Ever Gonna Haunt Me

A/N: I am SO sorry for not updating! My life was for the crazy past two weeks, but you don't really care, you just need me to feed your fanfiction addiction (unintentional rhyme). And that is what I will do. Please enjoy this chapter and leave me some freakin reviews, it's easy, I PROMISE (if you review I'll... spare your life. Convinced yet?)

P.S. Once someone figures out where all the titles are from, I'll need to add that to the disclaimer. That translates to: have fun figuring out where my chapter titles are from.

Disclaimer: Yes, Butch Hartman and J.K. Rowling wrote a crossover fanfiction together and I am their ghost writer (note the sarcasm)

"Some discomfort?" groaned Danny for he was still recovering from the journey.

Dumbledore chose to ignore his sarcastic comment, as he took out what looked to Danny like a silver lighter, and flicked it. Immediately a light from one of the streetlamps went out. Dumbledore repeated this process until the whole street was dark.

"You did that, didn't you" said Danny, it wasn't a question.

"Yes, I did, It wouldn't do for anyone to see what I'm about to show you. Now read this paper and memorize what it says." stated Dumbledore as he passed Danny a small slip of parchment

Just as Danny was wondering how he was supposed to read the paper if all the lights just went out, Dumbledore pulled out a long piece of wood, which Danny figured must be his wand (he is a wizard), and muttered a quick "Lumos". Instantly the tip of the wand lit up and Danny, thinking he ought to get used to this sort of thing, read the paper:

The Headquarters of the Order of the Phoenix may be found at number twelve, Grimmauld Place, London.

"WE'RE in London?," exclaimed Danny

"Yes we are, but that's not important right now. Read it again."

Danny took a second look deciding to keep his questions for later to humor the old man. However as Danny looked up and scanned the street for number 12, he realized that it was missing.

"There is no number twelve." Danny stated after he was quite sure that he had not accidently skipped over it.

"Are you sure? Look again and think about what you've just memorized." replied Dumbledore as he took out his wand and set fire to the piece of paper that he had motioned for Danny to pass to him.

As Danny did this he saw a door appear between numbers eleven and thirteen, soon followed by a whole other house.

Nobody other than Danny and Dumbledore seemed to realize anything had changed. Danny thought of asking the obvious question (Didn't anyone else notice that?), but figuring he would get the obvious answer he just followed Dumbledore up the steps of the house and through the battered and worn black door. He noticed that this door seemed to have many locks and required magic to enter.

'I wonder what's up with all the security and secrecy.' thought Danny as the door was closing behind them.

Danny was about to use his "scary eyes" to see a little better in the almost total darkness of the hallway he now found himself in, but Dumbledore used his wand to light a few of the fixtures mounted on the walls. Being able to see slightly better Danny realized that the place reminded him of an abandoned building falling into disrepair, or perhaps a house that had just been ransacked by thieves, thieves who seemed to have not deemed anything worth taking. Ancient and worn portraits hanging on the walls and peeling wallpaper helped lead to this conclusion; only the intricate chandelier caused Danny to think the place must have once been grand.

Dumbledore motioned for Danny to keep quiet and follow him as he found his way to the door at the end of the corridor.

When Danny walked through the door after the older wizard, he didn't know what to expect, however what he wasn't expecting was a bone-crushing hug. After he was released he realized his assailant was a rather plump but kindly looking woman with ginger hair.

"Oh, I apologize; I thought you were Harry for a second. You could be his doppelganger except for the eyes, but I must be too worried about him. Anyway you must be Danny." said the slightly embarrassed woman.

"Uh yeah that's me." Danny replied weakly

He was feeling quite overwhelmed. This woman reminded Danny of his sister, with her orange hair, and his father, with the same overly enthusiastic behavior. He would never see them again and it was HIS fault.

As Danny was starting to hyperventilate he was saved by Dumbledore,

"If you don't mind Molly, I would like to show Danny to his lodgings with Ronald. You can speak with him later at dinner and perhaps the meeting?"

"Certainly Dumbledore. Nice to meet you Danny, I'll see you in a bit."

Dumbledore and Danny left her in the kitchen and headed off to the room that Danny would share with Ron and Harry. As they made their way up to the second floor it was even harder to see and Danny turned his eyes into the glowing, ectoplasmic green of his ghost form to compensate. They cast an eerie glow over the surrounding area but they made it easier to see where they were going. It wouldn't be pleasant to fall down this set of stairs.

"Who was that?" Danny questioned Dumbledore.

"That was Molly Weasley. You will be staying with her and her family, along with Ms. Granger and Mr. Potter, until it's time for you to head off to Hogwarts. All of them, except the adults of course, go there as well."

"Whoa, how many of these people go to Hogwarts?" Danny continued to interrogate Dumbledore. It was a good way for him to calm himself down, to focus on something else.

"Mrs. Weasley's children Fred, George, Ron and Ginny are attending this year. Also Harry Potter and Hermione Granger, who are close family friends." Dumbledore answered as they made their way through the ancient house.

"Are any of them in my grade?" Danny further probed for information

"Yes, Harry, Ron, and Hermione are in your year." Dumbledore corrected kindly

"And what year is that?" replied Danny in a slightly sarcastic tone

"5th out of 7. And Mr. Fenton, here we are. I know that you probably have many more questions, but I must be going, so please direct them to anyone staying here. Goodnight Danny, and good luck." Dumbledore finished the last bit as he started walking down the stairs, but Danny caught it.

"I'm going to need it." muttered Danny as he knocked on the door which Dumbledore left him at, the last thing he needed to do was walk in on his new roommate. He also made sure to revert his eyes to their usual blue. Normal people didn't have glowing green eyes.

Just then the door opened; revealing a tall, thin, freckled and redheaded teenager who appeared to be around the same age as Danny.

"Hello," he greeted in friendly but guarded way "you must be Danny."

"Yeah that's me." Danny replied a little awkwardly, he was still standing in the doorway with his things.

"Oh yeah, I'm Ron, Ron Weasley." and Ron, finally realizing the situation stepped aside to allow Danny in.

Unsurprisingly Danny noticed that this room had just about as much charm as the rest of the house. It was dank and dark and the paint on the walls was peeling. He also got the distinct feeling that he was being watched, and had to suppress the urge to light up his eyes again to get a better look at the room.

Even in the minimal light, Danny could see that 3 beds had been set up. Figuring one of the two that were currently unoccupied was for him; he took the one in the corner and set his stuff down.

"Hermione was about to come here so we could wait for Harry together. We have to stay up here because all the Order members are going to start showing up soon." Ron spoke, after several moments of standing in an awkward silence.

"What is the 'Order' anyway?" Danny asked in response to Ron's statement.

"I can't explain it right, you should ask Hermione." replied Ron as an embarrassed blush swept across his freckled cheeks.

"Whatever it is you definitely shouldn't ask Ron. You must be Danny, I'm Hermione, nice to meet you." came the voice of the bushy haired girl who had just walked in the door.

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