Chapter 2

Danny watched the door close before floating up into his room to see Jazz skimming though his history book. He reappeared and pulled his hand away from his left shoulder, wincing in pain as the gooey ecto-plasm bled out.

"Danny?" Jazz asked, turning around only to gasp at the wound her brother had gotten. She got to her feet and moved towards him to help but unsure as to what to do.

"Don't worry, it'll heal quick." Danny reassured, watching as before his eyes the ecto-plasm clotted. "I just better not change back before it does."

"What was it?"

"Some skeleton still going by his human name, I think." Danny explained. "John Proctor. He's looking for someone named John Nightingale. Ever heard of the name?"

Jazz squashed her face in thought. "Actually, ya. I might. It's a long shot though. Nightingale wasn't exactly the most unique name."

"He did call him John Fenton Nightingale." Danny recalled.

Jazz stopped, staring where her head had just been pointed. She looked back at her little brother, not even noticing his suit was knitting itself back together over the healing wound. "John Fenton Nightingale?" She asked. "Are you sure?"

"Ya, kinda hard to forget our own last name." Danny said, testing his shoulder before letting the lights pass over his body to change him back to human. "Why?"

"You remember that genealogy project I had in January?" Jazz asked, waiting for Danny to nod his head.

"Ya, you had to talk to Aunt Alicia even." Danny said, remembering how much of a hassle she had to go through to get the woman to a phone.

"Dad's ten-odd great granddad was named Jonathan Fenton Nightingale." Jazz said. "He was a witch and ghost hunter."

"Great, the ghost's after our dead grandpa." Danny mumbled.

"Any idea who the ghost was?" Jazz asked.

"Um, I think he said John Proctor."

Jazz turned around and moved Danny's school work away from the table, giggling the mouse to wake up her little brother's computer.

"Hey." Danny protested.

"Fine, you Google the name." Jazz said, stepping away as the log in screen showed on the screen. She watched as he typed in his password only to smirk at his wallpaper of a picture from the school dance back at the beginning of the year.

"Shut up." Danny grumbled, quickly opening Internet Explorer. "Ok, John Proctor." Danny said, typing it into Google.

Jazz moved back to the computer screen to see what the name pulled up. "Oh lovely. He's from the Salem witch trials."

"Says he was convicted and hung for being accused by John Nightingale of witchcraft." Danny read. "Died in 1692." He turned to his sister and asked, "And he's just not come back for revenge?"

"You remember what Mom said. It can take some ghosts years to form their matrix." Jazz pointed out. "It just took this one centuries I guess."

"I wanna go find him." Danny said, already letting the lights come over him to change him back to Phantom. He floated inches off the ground as he explained, "He's dangerous and powerful. I don't like that combination."

"You got your cell on you?"

"Ya, and this time I'm grabbing this." Danny said, taking the thermos from beside his desk and throwing the strap over his head.

"Call if you need any help." Jazz offered. "I'll keep you covered here." "Thanks Jazz." Danny smiled at her before flying through his wall. As soon as Danny instinctively became solid outside his house he instantly regretted it. He went back to being intangible, letting the rain go right through him as he scanned the two for the skeleton of John Proctor.

Danny spent four hours of flying through Amity Park, fighting the Box Ghost only to have the annoyance escape, about seven elementals drawn out by the rain, the Box Ghost again, who now rests inside the thermos, and Youngblood, but no sight of Proctor. He flew back into his room and transformed back to his human self as he noticed a new piece of paper on his desk. Picking it up he saw in Jazz's handwriting a number and a page number for each of the questions on the sheet he had to answer. Below that read I'm not going to give you the answers, but these are the pages the answers are on.

"Thanks Jazz." Danny mumbled, glancing over at his alarm clock to see it past five. Telling himself he'd work on it later, he left his room to find Jazz reading in the living room. Hearing movement down in the lab Danny asked, "What are Mom and Dad working on now?"

"Dad's fixing the portal's door." Jazz said, bookmarking her spot so she could look up at her brother. "Mom's out looking for whomever bent it. I'm surprised you didn't run into her."

"Make since why there were more than the normal amount for a rainy day." Danny realized. "When did Mom head out?"

"Shortly after you did."

Danny turned on the Game Cube and flicked on the TV before grabbing the game controller. "She must've gone the other way."

"They think you did it, or well, Danny Phantom." Jazz admitted.

"Why me?" Danny asked, eyeing his sister.

"Apparently only level seven ghosts and above should have the strength to bend the doors." Jazz said, reciting what their parents had said. "You know it's made out of titanium and chromium."

"It'll take them forever to fix the door." Danny realized with a grown. He leaned back in the sofa as the TV showed the title screen. He looked at the screen for a moment before dropping his head back in frustration. "Erg! If I don't do my homework now, it'll never get done."

Jazz watched as her little brother got up and turned the console off. "If it wasn't for the fact I know some of those questions will be on the test I would've gone ahead and answered them. Maybe this summer you should see if you can go someplace to relax and have fun?"

"That'd never happen. Not with my life." Danny threw off. He headed up the stairs, calling down, "Let me know when we're getting dinner."