Disclaimer: I do not own Danny Phantom or Harry Potter

Author's Note: It's certainly easier to write things when you don't have to worry about both a character's speech patterns and foreign slang. As I found out to misfortune here.

"So how's this going to work?" Phantom asked.

"I've got to get the Fentons out of here first," Lupin informed the ghost boy. "I should be back here at, say 5pm tomorrow?"

"Works for me. I'll see you then." And with that, Danny turned invisible and sped away.

He surreptitiously duplicated himself, and went off in two directions.

One of the odd things he had found out about duplication was that if you did it a certain way, there wasn't an 'original' so to speak. The original would simply be whichever of him that didn't get hit too hard. And when you did it like that, a ghost could regain all the memories from the duplicate after it was destroyed or absorbed. There were other ways of duplicating one's self with different results, such as one that allowed you to make a puppet of the duplicate, but Danny liked this version for its potential uses in keeping his identity secret.

One duplicate sped off towards Vlad's house. If it didn't get destroyed by the older halfa, then that would be the Danny that would meet Mr. Lupin tomorrow. The remaining Danny returned home.

Lupin walked back into the Fenton home to be met with the expectant gazes of Jack and Maddie.

"Did you find him?" Maddie asked.

"Do you need us to kick his ectoplasmic behind?" Jack asked, pulling out some extremely heavy looking anti ghost weaponry.

"No, no, no, no, put those, ah... guns, yes that's the term, away!" Lupin said hand held up in front of him protectively. "Yes I met him and we had a productive conversation. I convinced him to join us."

"Really? You weren't out there for very long, relatively speaking," Maddie observed.

"I never expected it to take very long," Lupin informed his host. "And it didn't, but for reasons I didn't anticipate."

"Huh?" That was Jack, looking confused.

"How much do you know about spirits. Not their physical composition or powers, but about their personalities or how they think?" The wizard asked the hunters.

"We haven't done much research into that subject," Maddie admitted. "We had to crack several other problems first, such as ectoplamsic containment and flow, particle behavior when crossing dimensions, the interplay between the different types of spectral energies, trying to match up suspected origins with the different compositions-"

"I see. Well then, let me give you some enlightenment on the subject. I don't know what you've encountered here, but the general rule is, and there are many exceptions to this, that the more powerful a spirit is the more it is bound to its nature. For example, lesser ice spirits may be fully sentient, self aware, and intelligent, with many different desires and the ability to make choices that would go against their natures, like heating up a room instead of cooling, and can avoid self destructive tendencies. Greater ice spirits, who bring winter wherever they go, have less awareness and choice. If they can think they couldn't even imagine heating up a room instead of cooling it. If they can't, they generally have slightly less self awareness than most animals."

"Really?" Maddie looked doubtful.

"You could think of spirits of that magnitude to be the incarnation of natural forces," Remus offered. "But they generally don't last very long, so don't worry about them."

"Why don't they stick around?" Jack asked. "If they're so powerful?"

"Are you familiar with Norse mythology?" The wizard asked the hunters. "The tales of Ragnarok?'

"Vaguely," Maddie said. "The gods fight the ice giants, the fire giants and a bunch of monsters."

"And it ends with a fire giant reducing everything to ashes." Lupin said. "Including himself. Most of those spirits eventually end up destroying themselves. That's where the old Norse tales come from. And most spirits who avoid destroying themselves usually end up being bound by powerful wizards."

"You could really bind an incarnation of winter?" Jack asked, doubtful. "Seal it away?"

"Not sealing it away. Binding it to a task," the werewolf explained. "Keeping with our winter example, you would bind a powerful ice spirit to keep a single location cold. The binding would limit its nature, focusing it to a useful purpose. It takes a great deal of skill and power to do so, but as long as the binding does not go against the spirit's nature, the being wouldn't even notice the magic. Hogwarts for example, has contained four great guardian spirits since its construction, which power the protective spells. They've been there for so long they've become part of the castle."

"I can't really say that we've encountered many ghosts like that," Maddie said, still looking somewhat skeptical.

"As I said there are many exceptions to that rule and I don't know what sort of spirits visit this place," Lupin replied.

"So what does this have to do with Phantom?" Jack asked.

"Considering his what I know of his power and the reports we've received from ghost- shades, sorry- about his personality and deeds, I thought he might've been some sort of guardian spirit. I know you disagree, but this is the intelligence I was given."

"I'll admit that we don't know much about Phantom," Maddie told the wizard. "And we do have a rivalry of sorts going on, so our opinions are definitely biased."

"You should see the look on his face when I threaten to peel him apart, molecule by molecule." Jack smiled widely. "His face is always priceless."

Lupin paled.

"You weren't actually planning to do that to him, where you?" The wizard asked nervously.

"Not totally," Jack reassured the werewolf. "And we'd use a sort of ghostly anesthetic."

"We've also been observing what's he's endured in his fights," Maddie said. "Our dissection would be limited to well within what we've seen him take. And we'd let him heal up before throwing him back into the Ghost Zone."

"Of course if he was possessing somebody and we hit them with the Fenton Peeler, then all bets are off," Jack said. "We still haven't found a way to identify which ghost is overshadowing somebody."

"So you managed to convince Phantom to come by appealing to his nature?" Maddie said, returning to the original topic on conversation.

"Actually no. Turns out he isn't bound by his nature to protect this town, he just choose to." Lupin informed them. "He's one of the numerous exceptions to this rule. I honestly thought that, considering he stood up to Pariah Dark, the being from whom all dark curses which transform humans originated, that he was controlled by his nature. As it happens Phantom is merely courageous, stupidly so."

Standing up to the dark god who had created the werewolf curse. Lupin would have been torn between fleeing in fright and gleefully watch Phantom beat down the entity.

"Curses that transform humans?" Maddie looked curious.

"Like lycanthropy." Remus kept his voice neutral. "That's where his name comes from. He is the dark father of pariahs."

"So werewolves do exist and they're cursed. Develop any cures yet?" Jack looked thoughtful.

"No. We've got potions to manage their conditions, but no cure."

"That's something we'll have to look into then." Maddie nodded in agreement to Jack's words.

Remus wanted to yell at them for their insensitivity, for thinking they could succeed where generations of wizards failed. But he remembered their remarkable technology, the fact that they were muggles, and their genuine desire to help. It would be unproductive to get mad at them.

"I've got another question before we get back to Phantom," Jack Fenton told Remus Lupin. "Is Pariah Dark was as bad as you say he was, why didn't you wizards step in? I know we're in a no man's land, but that guy sounds like a threat to the world."

"We were preparing to, but we barely got word of the situation before it was all over," Lupin replied. "Besides, it is a much harder thing to bind a self-aware spirit, no matter how weak, and to bind a god-" Lupin shuddered. That would've been a situation where Dumbledore and Voldemort would have set aside their differences to work together, along with top wizards from every other country. Seals and spells would have to be renewed, sacrifices made, runes re-carved, and rituals prepared. Pariah Dark alone wouldn't be the most difficult part of the whole thing, a sufficiently powerful and clever wizard, with some time to prepare, plenty of subtlety and secrecy, could have handled him alone. The awakening of other gods, sealed away and sleeping, would have been the bigger threat.

"Is there any particular reason he was smart instead of stupid?" Jack asked.

"He was a god," Lupin answered. "But I guess that's more of a designation for a greater spirit who's self aware than anything else."

"Sometimes there's a reason, spirits of wisdom or knowledge are generally self aware, with Odin One Eye," continued the werewolf. "He was a spirit of lore and of battle. That leads to the second common cause, spirits with dual natures tend to be self aware as a result of the conflicts. Athena, for example, was a spirit with several different natures or domains. Her intelligence was needed to deal with the eventual conflicts between the two natures."

"So all the gods from mythology are real?" Maddie looked both excited and worried.

"Were. Most of them are dead or sleeping. The rest have withdrawn from mortal affairs. Wizards and muggle champions scared them off you see. And to be honest, most of the gods from mythology didn't exist, or at least not like they did in the tales. But we can talk more about this when we're with the Order. Back to Phantom. How old is he?"

"We've seen him around for... I'm not quite sure. A year at least, many two," Maddie informed the werewolf. She looked a little sheepish. "We sometimes get distracted and forget to record these things."

"I see. He may be young and still forming." Lupin frowned. "That could be problematic. I hope Dumbledore can handle it."

"So how'd you convince him to come?" Maddie asked, eager for some insight into the ghost boy's mind.

"I told him that citizens from his town were in danger and about how terrible Lord Voldemort is," Lupin replied. "He then accepted."

"That's unusual." Maddie frowned. "Why'd he accept your offer so easily."

"I've got no idea. He didn't even request much explanation, other than a meeting with my boss." Lupin shrugged. "He might've already known it all and pretended not to."

"Why would he do that?" Jack asked.

"The motivations and desires of spirits are beyond me," Remus replied. "The sentient ones aren't human, they think differently and want different things. I've got no clue as to why he'd hide knowledge. I've got no clue as to why he wouldn't want more if he wasn't hiding any. And in the end, I don't care. He's coming and we can guess about it after getting to know him better."

The werewolf clapped his hands together.

"Now, is there anything I can do to help with the packing?"

The next morning the Fentons finished packing with Remus's help and the wizard apparated away to fetch Sam and Tucker. He returned with the two of them and their luggage in tow.

They all met in the Fenton living room.

"So, did you get Phantom to come along?" Danny asked. He, Sam, Tucker, and Jazz were all doing an admirable job of keeping a straight face as he asked that.

"Yes. It was easier than I expected. His aid will be welcome, especially with the ministry behaving as it has been." Lupin cleared his throat. "But we can discuss this later. Does everybody have everything? All your, ah, technology has been turned off, right?"

"Everything that we're not bringing along is off and in storage," Maddie reassured the wizard. "And we brought the blueprints with us so we can help out with the fight."

"I can assure you that you will not be asked to participate in the fight," Lupin began, but Jack cut him off.

"Just try and stop us. Nobody threatens Jack Fenton's family and gets away with it," the big man shouted, once more pulling out some heavy anti-ghost weaponry.

"I didn't think to ask about this earlier, but where do you keep pulling those guns from? Did you invent something like a bag of holding?" Lupin asked.

Jack looked proud of himself.

"Nothing so grand, but this baby here is a self assembling weapon. I hide the parts all over my body and they put themselves together behind my back when I press this spot, here," Jack pointed to a point on his wrist, "and then bam! Ghost blasting weaponry at the ready!"

"I see. I'm going to have to ask to be a bit less... enthusiastic with it," Lupin said to Jack. "Several members of the Order are accomplished duelists, and you constantly pulling out your weapon might lead to some accidents."

"I'll remember that," Jack replied, putting the weapon away. "So how are we going to get back."

"Via this illegal international portkey that Dumbledore provided me with." Lupin said, pulling out a tin can. Everyone looked at it skeptically.

"Usually we used portkeys sort of like you use trains, not that we don't use trains as well. I mean, since they're the best method of instantaneous transportation for groups, and somewhat difficult to make, we've created a system for using them. We'll leave them around for a group of wizards to take at a designated time. But we can't have muggles stumbling across them and taking them, so we disguise them as junk. It's gotten to be a bit of a habit as you can see."

"What exactly does a portkey do?" Jazz asked. "How do we use it?"

"You just touch it and when it goes to its destination it takes you with it." Lupin explained. "This one is supposed to be activated by me when I'm ready to return. Oh, and one second." He reached into his bag, and pulled out a small bag with a huge opening."

"This is a bag of holding. If everyone would put their luggage in here?" Everybody complied, not acting the least bit surprised when all the suitcases and bags disappeared into the bag.

"Is there anything you needed to take care of with the muggle authorities?" Lupin asked.

"Nothing that we can't do over the phone in England," Maddie answered. "We paid off the mortgage years ago and we can change our address with the Post Office and deal with the situation with school over the phone."

"I don't think we've got a phone at the headquarters," Lupin admitted.

"We'll be staying at your headquarters? I thought we were being taken to a safehouse," Tucker said. He looked like he was trying to hide his excitement at the idea of staying at the headquarters of a secret wizarding organization.

"Our headquarters is a house, and its currently the safest place we've got," Lupin replied. "That's why it's our headquarters. Is that everyone's luggage? I don't know when it will be safe to return here."

Everybody nodded.

"Alright then, finger on the can."

Danny and Sam bumped elbows while reached for the cylinder. They both started, blushed, and looked away from each other, bother reaching again, more cautiously this time.

"Good. And we're off!"

Interesting. Danny had never expected teleportation to feel like a hook behind his navel, jerking him forward. It was an eye opening experience.

He found himself in on an ordinary street, flanked on either side by houses. His friends and family looked around, a bit bewildered by the trip.

He could vaguely sense something. It wasn't anything that registered on his ghost sense, he couldn't tell how he was sensing or what he was sensing, but the could tell that there was something unusual around here.

"Quick, take this, read it, think about it, and then pass it around," Lupin said, pulling out a piece of paper.

Danny took a look. There was writing on the paper. It said: The headquarters of the Order of the Phoenix may be found at number twelve, Grimmauld Place, London.

What did that mean? Danny looked around and- holy shit, that house just squeezed it way between those other two houses. That must have been what he had been sensing. He passed the paper on to Jazz, who was looking curious about his shocked expression.

"How'd that work?"

"Fidelius Charm," Lupin answered. "Dumbledore's the Secret-Keeper, he wrote that note so you guys could get in. I'll have to burn it when you're finished."

"Oh." More gasps behind him as everyone else finished reading the note. "How does it work? I mean I didn't just suddenly notice that house, it just freaking appeared out of nowhere and pushed two other houses to the side!"

"Well, the house is hidden from all but its inhabitants and the Secret-Keeper. The only way for someone to be to even be able to see the house is if the Secret-Keeper tells them of it. Voldemort himself could be walking down this street, right next to numbers eleven and twelve, and he wouldn't be able to do anything."

"That, is awesome!" Sam had wandered up during the explanation. "But why are we staying at your super secret headquarters if you got a charm like that. Couldn't you just stick us in any old house?"

"Well the Fidelius Charm does have two weaknesses," Lupin explained. "The first is the loyalty of the Secret-Keeper. I lost two of my best friends that way. The second is, upon the death of the Secret-Keeper, everyone whom the Secret-Keeper told about the protected location becomes a Secret-Keeper themselves. We've got no doubts about Dumbledore's loyalty or his ability to evade capture. However, he's already the Secret-Keeper for this place and we can't put the same level of trust in anybody else, we don't feel any other safe house would be sufficient."

"This Voldemort guy must really want us dead," commented Danny.

"Your family's accomplishments are flying in the face of several centuries worth of supremacist propaganda," replied Lupin. "And he's not the only one who wants you dead. Some of his followers may take independent action. Anyway, in the event of Dumbledore's death, this house also has several centuries worth of protective enchantments placed upon it."

"Oh. I didn't think we rated your top security." Danny held his hands up to ward off Lupin's odd look. "I mean you're already going out of your way to help us and it's not like we'll be helping out with that Voldemort guy or anything..."

Well the rest of them wouldn't be.

"We said we'd protect you. And we'll do everything in our power to do so." Lupin replied. "Don't worry about it. Now has everybody read the note?"

He was answered by a chorus of affirmations.

"Be forewarned we're still in the process of making this house habitable. It's been abandoned for decades and it used to belong to a particularly dark family." Lupin told the group. "Molly Weasley and her children are currently working around the clock to make it more livable."

He opened the door and everyone entered.

"I like it already," Sam said happily, observing the state of the house.

In many ways it appeared to be a stereotypical haunted house. Dark, smelled of rot, and the little bit of light from the open door showed that the carpet was threadbare and the wallpaper peeling. It also illuminated the old fashioned gas lamp which Lupin proceeded to light.

"Don't touch that curtain," Lupin said, indicating a spot on the wall. Danny took note of the portraits lining the wall- Yikes! They were moving! And not just the old creepy eye trick! - and the one that was curtained off.

They heard footsteps and a red haired woman, followed by a lanky red haired teenage boy, a set of identical red haired twins, and a red haired girl came down the stairs.

"Oh, you're here already. If we had known that you were coming now we would've put off tea for a bit." The woman said to Lupin.

"Tea. But I thought that was in the afternoon-" Danny began, but Sam interrupted him.

"Time difference," she said, gently slapping his arm.

"Oh, and you must be the Fentons. I'm Molly Weasley," the Weasley matriarch introduced herself. "These are my children. The twins are Fred and George."

"Actually we've decided to have it changed to Feorge and Gred," the twins replied in unison. "We were getting bored with the old names."

"Ignore them, they're prats," the girl said, rolling her eyes. "I'm Ginny."

"I'm Ron," the lanky one said.

"Sam Mason." Sam introduced herself.

"Are you a relation of the Fentons?" Molly asked.

"Nah. Turns out I'm a witch. And a target since I'm close to Danny."

"Tucker Foley. Geek not a wizard. Also a target." Tucker told the Weasleys.

"Danny Fenton. Target and wizard as it turns out." Danny shrugged.

"Jazz."

"And we're Maddie and Jack," Mrs. Fenton said, extending her hand to Mrs. Weasley, who shook it.

"It's nice to meet you. My husband's going to have so many questions for you. He's very enthusiastic about muggle technology."

"It would be fascinating to get the wizarding viewpoint technology," Madie said delightedly. "I wonder how people with magic would view a trans-dimensional particle accelerator vs their own methods of stabilizing the boundaries of a wormhole."

"I've got no idea what most of those words mean," Molly said, still smiling. "As I said, you'll have to talk to my husband. Come on, let me show you to your rooms. Ron, Fred, George? Would you get their bags for them?"

"No need Molly," Remus said, taking out the bag of holding. "Dumbledore provided me with this for the trip."

Ron looked at the bag and then looked annoyed.

"Why can't we ever get a bag of holding? The car wouldn't have to be cramped every time we go to Hogwarts!" He complained. "It's not like they're expensive."

"Actually, we're planning on getting one after Fred and George move out," Molly replied.

Ron looked puzzled for a second, and then comprehension dawned.

"Yeah, that would be setting up for a spectacularly horrible thing to happen, wouldn't it," he said, a look of horror growing on his face.

"It's like they have no faith in us," George said to Fred.

"Anyway, show them to there rooms," continued Mrs. Weasley. "Remus, will you be staying?"

"No, I've got to meet with Dumbledore. I need to arrange a meeting and get another portkey."

"Why?" Ron asked.

"Order business. We might tell you later." Remus shot a look at Fentons and friends. "I trust that you can be discreet? Not everybody needs to know about this yet."

"Oh, you mean about-" Danny was shut up by both Sam and Jazz elbowing him.

"Why do they know and we can't?" Ron asked, looking a bit perturbed.

"It's something related to their Amity Park and I'm not saying anything more," Lupin told Ron, who nodded. Lupin said his goodbyes and then left.

"Your rooms are this way, dears," Molly Weasley told the guests. "Let's get you settled in before dinner."

Danny Phantom floated, invisible, in front of his house. He had left notes for Dani, giving her a quick update, some instructions, and some tips. His meetings with Valerie and Vlad had gone about as well as expected. Vlad had agreed to leave them alone for a little bit, but if they weren't back soon, he would start investigating. The Death Eaters were threatening Danny's mom and that would tick Vlad off if nothing else.

Maybe they'd finish each other off! Yeah, right, as if his life would ever be so easy.

Valerie, after a brief burst of inconclusive violence, had accepted the situation, and had agreed to help Dani look over the town. Between the two of them, Amity Park would be safe. As an added bonus, all the ghosts that came seeking revenge on Danny or to pick a fight with him, would have nothing to draw them to Amity, giving the remaining duo even less work.

Now all he had to do was wait for Lupin to return. The wizard should be arriving any second now-

Yipes! It was a good thing he was invisible, because if Lupin had seen him shoot up like that, his image would have been ruined.

"Phantom?" Lupin called out, looking around. He had arrived right on the Fenton's doorsteps as not to alarm any muggles who might be watching.

"Present and accounted for," the ghost boy replied, becoming visible once more.

"Were you waiting long," the werewolf asked the halfa politely.

"Nah, I was taking care of some things around town first. So how's this going to work?"

Lupin reached into his robes, and took out- an old shoe.

Danny looked at it skeptically. Seeing as the duplicates hadn't rejoined, he had no idea that the tattered piece of footwear was actually a device capable of instantaneous travel between continents, able to take large groups.

"... I don't get it..."

"It's a portkey," Lupin informed the ghost boy. "It teleports and takes everybody who's touching it at the moment with it. This one is set to take us to Hogwarts, Dumbledore's office."

"Hogwarts?" Danny asked, for the sake of his secret identity.

"The british school of magic," Lupin explained. "Dumbledore is the headmaster there. He's looking forward to meeting you."

"Oh." Danny thought for a moment. "Have you used these portkey things on ghosts before?"

"There have never been any recorded incidents of accidents happening when transporting spirits with magical forms of transportation," Lupin replied, avoiding the question. "If you would touch this please?"

Danny shot him a look, letting Lupin know his conversational sidestep hadn't worked. The ghost boy hesitantly reached out and took hold of the shoe. Lupin nodded an then -

Holy Shit! His ghost sense had never reacted like this before. After the hook, navel, pull sensation that characterized portkey travel, his ghost sense erupted. He hadn't felt anywhere near the sheer number of ghosts here before.

Danny looked around. He was in a large circular room, windows and portraits- Yikes! They were moving! - covered the wall. Complex and delicate looking silver instruments were scattered throughout the room, on various shelves.

By one of the walls there was a desk, and behind that desk was an old man, with a long white beard, twinkling blue eyes behind half moon spectacles, wearing long flowing robes, and a pointy hat.

"Hello Mr. Phantom. I am Albus Dumbledore, headmaster of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. It's a pleasure to meet you."

Albus looked at the newcomer happily. It was always nice to meet someone on the side of the Light and a successful newcomer was always a treat.

"Umm... nice place you got here," the spirit said, rather awkwardly.

"Thank you," Albus replied, inclining his head. "Lemon drop?"

"Sure," Phantom replied, floating over to take the offered piece of candy. The headmaster waved his wand, conjuring up a chair, surprising the spirit. It would seem that the spirit had been telling Remus the truth, the spirit had not had any contact with wizards before.

He immediately thought of a plan that would use that inexperience to tie the spirit's loyalty to him and the Order, all for the Greater Good-

And then Dumbledore forced himself not to think of the plan. He had to remind himself of the lessons he had learned about the Greater Good all those years ago, but he would do his best never to fall into that trap again.

"Before we begin, there's something I'd like to ask you," he said to Phantom. "Do you have any experience with Legilimency?"

"Never heard of it," replied the spirit. "Why, what is it?"

"In the closest muggle term for it would be mind reading, but that is highly inaccurate, at least for the majority of the time," Dumbledore informed him. "For most uses it is merely sensing emotions or memories that are being recalled, oftentimes to discern whether or not an individual is lying."

"What about the rest of the time?"

"One can use it to delve into another's mind. The reason I bring this up is because some of the information I would like to share with you, not today, but eventually, is very sensitive-"

"And you don't want the enemy to pick it out of my head." Phantom nodded. "Makes sense."

"If I may try an experiment? I would like to launch a small probe to see if whatever type of spirit you are has any natural talents for Occlumency."

"Just what would you see?" Phantom asked.

"Nothing. It's a small probe, what I would use on my students. I would sense your stronger emotions, nothing more."

"You read your student's minds? Wow, I'm glad I don't go here."

"I merely sense their emotions, and I only use it when I can't tell from their faces and stances."

"Well, if you'll swear that's all," Phantom said hesitantly.

"I will swear any oath necessary," Albus replied pleasantly. He was forcing himself from thinking about learning about how learning if the specter had natural talents for Occlumency would help identify what type of spirit Phantom was and about what he could do with that knowledge. If Phantom knew what sort of spirit he was, then Dumbledore would force himself to wait for Phantom to tell him. And if Phantom didn't know, Dumbledore would refrain from trying to find out unless Phantom asked him to.

"Fine." When Phantom said the word, Dumbledore used a little Legilimency on Phantom, sensing- absolutely nothing.

"It would appear that Legilimency can't even find you," Dumbledore said happily. After he could be sure that the spirit was trustworthy he could entrust him with several important secrets.

"Ha!" Phantom looked pleased as well. "Another power!"

"I take it you have many powers?"

"Yep! I got-"

"Please do not tell me unless you are absolutely sure the information is necessary. Secrets are power, especially in the wizarding world. Telling me of your powers means that our enemy may be able to figure them out based on the actions I take. During any task you agree to do for the Order, I would like to advise you to use at little of your powers as possible, to keep the enemy ignorant."

Danny scratched the back of his head. He got a bit of what Dumbledore was saying, the way he had been able to keep beating the Fenton inventions was because his parents didn't know his secret identity. But wasn't this taking things too far?

At the very least he should tell him about the powers he more commonly used.

"Alright, I'll keep most of them to myself. But I should at least inform you to a few." The ghost boy told the wizard.

"If you think that is for the best."

"Let's see, there's flight. Last time I got it clocked, I could go about 112 miles per hour, but I've gotten faster since then. Invisibility, intangibility, super strength, don't know how much, and overshadowing."

"Overshadowing?"

"Sort of like possessing somebody for a short time."

"Exactly what does it entail?" Dumbledore was getting alarmed by this power. It definitely didn't fit what he knew of the spirit.

"I control their body for a little bit. I can still use my powers and they don't remember a thing. Why?"

"How do you do this?"

"I turn intangible and fly inside them. Why does it matter?"

Dumbledore gave a sigh of relief. This 'overshadowing' was merely a form of controlling the body from the inside, not some sort of mind control like the Imperious Curse, or possession like the disembodied Voldemort liked to use.

"That power seemed rather similar to several dark magicks."

"Oh. Gotcha."

"Before we go any further, I should probably give you the run down on the situation."

"Wow. Voldemort's a prick." Danny said after Dumbledore had finished his explanation.

"That... is certainly one way to put it," Albus replied diplomatically. "Are you still interested in assisting us?"

"Of course. That whacko needs to go down."

"Then welcome to the Order of the Phoenix. Now, we should figure out where you'll be staying. There's certainly room at Hogwarts, if you wish. It will certainly be easier to get ahold of you that way."

Danny didn't want to keep his power permanently split between two places.

"Nah. I'll figure something out on my own."

"Then we'll need to figure out some form of communication. Do you often lose items kept on your person?"

Danny thought it over for a bit. He never did lose any of the gadgets that he sometimes took along.

"Nope."

"Then before you leave, I'd like to give you an enchanted scroll that I can use to contact you." Dumbledore reminded himself to give Phantom the one that didn't have the tracking spell on it.

"Cool. Any thoughts on what my first task will be?"

"There's a certain individual that we'd like to be kept safe..."