Chapter 3
DANNY POV
While I had like, ten monster servings of eggs, toast and other various breakfast foods, I learned every ones name, and Mad-eye gave my gun back. Hermione sits next to me and asks, "So... you never did answer that last question... what are you? Why did you have such a violent reaction to Sirius's mother's portrait?"
I closed my eyes. Clockwork had told me the best time to show my alternate identity, but it was still up to me... a half truth would work. "In my old town... I used to live in the U.S. in a place called Amity Park. Ghosts would attack constantly, and through a series of events, I took an alternate identity, I used ghost hunting equipment to fend off the ghosts, and to do that I trained my senses to be very sensitive to everything. In short, I am a ghost hunter. To trained senses, that... thing is very loud."
I told many half lies over the course of the meal. In the end, the Order decided to trust me, and I was accepted into Hogwarts. Hermione decided to get me caught up in everything since I have no magical training what so ever. Everything was going great so... why do I feel like something bad is going to happen?
It was dinner. I was on my fourth serving when pain ripped across my back; it took me a split second to realize that it was a blade.
"Haha whelp! I have you now and I will mount your head over my fireplace!" Skulker, of course. I turned and stood up in a fluid motion tipping over the chair in the process. "I thought you wanted my pelt at the foot of your bed!" I yelled. I summoned an ecto-sword and swung an overhead blow that Skulker blocked.
We set into what could only be called a dance of blades, I twisted from parry to thrust to block to punch and Skulker would swing and deflect. After what seemed like hours, but in reality was only a very little bit over a minute, I blocked an over head swing and instead of letting it bounce off, he kept shoving down, hoping my blade would break.
I dropped one hand and took a single dagger from my belt and quickly stabbed it into Skulker's chest, where his operating system is. He froze, like a statue. I paused to make sure he wasn't faking the frozen thing. I then grabbed the thermos and sucked him in.
I turned and nearly choked, the faces of everyone in the kitchen were priceless. It took all my will power to, with a straight face and neutral tone, say "What? Haven't you seen a ghost fight before?"