Revelations

Danny found 16 Private Drive right across from where he left Harry. He checked his cell phone again for a signal, but there was still nothing.

He sighed as he floated up to the door, and rapped his knuckles against the wood. Danny heard several unlatching sounds before Mrs. Figg peaked her head out. The woman seemed only slightly surprised by the ghost-boys arrival, but opened the door for him without questions.

"I saw you fly away." Mrs. Figg said as Danny floated inside. "I was worried Dumbledore's owl wouldn't get to you in time. I only just got mine after you flew off." she held up a piece of parchment. "That old crook should be here in a moment to bring you to Dumbledore."

"Alright, great." Danny said, looking around the house.

There were cats.

Everywhere.

There were some on the sofas, a couple on a chair, there were pictures of cats, and a few were walking up to the glowing halfa in curiosity, pawing at his floating feet. There was a chorus of purring as many of them slept. Some of them looked a bit… Unnatural.

"Can I use your phone?" he said. "I really need to tell my family where I am." She gave Danny a funny look, then nodded, picked up a corded phone off the side table, and handed it to him. "Thanks."

He began dialing his home phone number, when Mundungus appeared in a crack.

"Jesus!" Danny flinched and jerked higher in the air, dropping the phone on a cat, which cried out in annoyance. Mundungus looked at Mrs. Figg, then to Danny.

"Oh, good. You got the letter—" he said.

"Could you give me a bit of a warning before you do that?" Danny said, floating back to the ground. "You scared the shit out of me!"

Mundungus shook his head.

"Can't give no warnin' 'bout Apparition. Anyways, we should be off. Can't keep Dumbledore waiting." he stuck his hand out for what Danny assumed to be a handshake. Danny reached for the man's hand.

"Yeah, just give me a minute. I need to call my—" as soon as Danny grabbed Mundungus' hand, everything became dark and twisted. It felt as though he was being pushed through a pipe two sizes too small.

This was a mistake.

He should have just gone home, or at least tried to contact his family or friends. But now some wizard lunatic was attacking him with some sort of magic.

He couldn't breathe.

It ended just as quickly as it started and Danny fell to the ground, feeling nauseous.

"You're not gonna vomit, are ya?" Danny looked up at the man.

There was a sickening crack as Danny punched him in the nose.

"Ow! Blimey—" Mundungus fell to the ground, but Danny picked him up by the front of his shirt and lifted him into the air.

"What the hell was—" he yelled at Mandungus, but his voice calmed and became curious as he looked at the small village around him. Danny dropped him to the ground. "—That? We moved… How did we—?"

"Apparition! Erg!" Mundungus pressed his hand over his broken nose, blood gushing from it.

"What?"

"Apparition!" he became frustrated, and began walking through the village. Danny cautiously followed him. "It's how wizards get from one place to another."

"So like teleportation?" Danny said, looking around at the old houses and shops. Most had strange names, like Zonko's Joke Shop and Honeydukes.

"You could have given me a bit of a warning or something…" Danny rubbed the back of his head, trying to fight off the guilt welling up inside him.

"I reached my hand out to you! That was the warnin'!" Mundungus took his hand away from his nose, grimaced when he saw the blood on it, and then plugged it again. "How do you not know this stuff? Are you some Muggle ghost, or somethin'?"

"Some what?"

Mundungus stopped walking and stared at Danny.

"My word… you are a Muggle ghost, ain't ya?" he said.

"What's a Muggle?" said Danny.

"How are ya able to cast spells as a Muggle, let alone a ghost?" said Mundungus, scratching his head with his other hand.

"Maybe if you told me what a 'Muggle' was I could answer your question." Danny crossed his arms as they began walking, or in his case floating, through the village again.

"Non magic folk." explained Mundungus. "So if wha' Figgy says is true, how can you cast spells, eh?"

"It's a long story." Danny said, frowning. Though it felt slightly nostalgic for people to not know who he was, it made explaining his powers a bit more complicated. Not that he owed this man any sort of explanation.

He also felt slightly offended by the word "muggle". It sounded a bit too close to "mud".

"Well, we 'ave a long walk." Mundungus said, determined. "And I think ya owe me at least somethin'." he pointed to his nose, but Danny ignored him. He pulled out his cell phone, and looked at his bars.

Nothing.

Although he sort of expected that, it looked like they were out in the country-side somewhere.

"So where are we going," Danny said, holding his cell-phone higher, "and does it have cell service?"

"Wha's that?" Mundungus said, looking curiously at the glowing screen in Danny's hand, with a hint of greed in his eyes.

"A cell phone." he said, raising his eyebrow. "What, wizards don't have cell phones?"

Mundungus shook his head, and Danny snorted.

"What does it do?"

"Seriously? It's like a portable telephone." He didn't think he would have to simplify it beyond that, but Mundungus didn't seem to have a clue about what he was talking about. "You don't have telephones either?"

"Maybe if you told me what a tele-fon is, I could answer your question." the wizard answered mockingly.

"It's a device that lets you speak to other people from a distance."

"Oh yeah, one of those."

"So you do have phones?" Danny said, hope peaking through his bewilderment. "I need to use one when we get to wherever we—"

"Ha, no." Mundungus shot his hopes down. "I just know 'bout the one in Figgy's house. She explained it to me one boring afternoon. Only has it to fit in with the muggles."

Danny sighed.

"Magic don't work well with electricity." he explained to the halfa. "Don't know why, just screws it up." Danny looked down at his phone, which was working apart from the lack of cellular coverage.

"Looks like mine's working just fine." said Danny with an air of confidence and curiosity. Mundungus looked at the glowing screen, then back to the path ahead.

"Eh? Ah, It'll break eventually."

"I hope not." Danny mumbled, and put it away. "Anyways, you never answered my question." Mundungus looked up at the boy. "Where are we going."

"There." he said, and Danny's eyes followed the man's hand as it pointed into the horizon.

In the distance, barely visible against the moonlit night sky, was the black outline of a castle.

"What?" Danny said, looking at the giant, medieval, castle in the distance. "Is that your boss' house? Nice."

"That isn't Dumbledore's house." grumbled Mundungus while the castle got closer. "That is a school."

Danny raised his eyebrows. "A school?" he said in awe. "That's… actually pretty cool."

Mundungus ignored the teen as he scanned the ground bordering the path

"Where is it… where is it…" he muttered under his breath as he looked around.

"What are you looking for?" Danny said. Mundungus looked up at him, and said,

"Portkey. Dumbledore thought it would be safer to put it closer to the grounds since we didn' have enough time to think of a location in Private Drive, what with Dementors floutin' about." Mundungus paused when he realized that Danny probably didn't know what a portkey was.

"A portkey moves you places. Looks like a piece o' junk. An old shoe, apple core—"

"A tin can?" Danny said, floating several feet ahead before landing on a dirt-patch next to the path. He reached down to pick it up.

"Don't pick it up!" Mundungus shouted, and Danny stopped reaching for it. He half-heartedly ran towards Danny. "We have to grab it at the same time."

He waited for the middle aged-man to catch up, and held his hand over the can. Danny could feel some sort of energy emanating from the portkey. Mundungus arrived and leaned over the can.

"Alrigh', on the count of three. And when you grab it, really grab it. Hold on tight." Mundungus reached his hand out. "One, two, THREE!" They reached down and grabbed the edge of the can.

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"What do you mean? How could he just disappear like that?" Jazz said as she stared at her parents. She drove home from university as soon as she heard her little brother had gone missing.

"There was a crack," said Sam, who was sitting on the Fenton's couch with Tucker. "He pushed some asshole out of the way, and got sucked into it."

"Have you guys tried the Ghost Zone?" Jazz said. "Natural portals form all the time, Danny told me. He said that—"

"We're planning an expedition into the Ghost Zone now." said Maddie, putting her hand on Jack's shoulder. "Our readings didn't match any of the data we've ever recorded from it, but we have to look. We have to try.

"Your father and I will take the Specter Speeder. We have no idea how long it will take, or where to look, and we don't care. We will find Danny."

Sam stood up. "And we're coming with you!"

Tucker stood with her.

"So am I!" Jazz said, putting her hands on her hips. Maddie shook her head.

"No. None of you are coming with us. It's too dangerous—"

"We've been in the Ghost Zone hundreds of times!" said Sam. "We can handle our—"

"No!" Jack pounded his fist against the wall, effectively silencing their protests. "You aren't coming with us. Any of you! Yes, you've been to the Ghost Zone, but you had Danny with you." Everyone remained silent.

Sam and Tucker had never seen Jack shout like this, and Jazz was certainly surprised at her goofy father.

"Danny's missing. We— and your parents," Jack pointed to Sam and Tucker, "can't lose any more of our children. We will find him, no matter what it takes, but you are staying here." He looked around for protest.

There was only silence. Sam opened her mouth, but closed it when she saw Jack's cold stare.

KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK

Someone was at the door. Nobody moved for a moment, the tension still in the air.

KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK

"I'll… I'll get it." Jazz said as she walked over to the door.

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Danny landed on the wooden floor with a thud. He rubbed his backside as he stood up, wondering if all magical travel was nauseating in some way. Mundungus landed gently next to him, barely making a sound.

Danny looked around, and gasped. He was in a large office, containing wondrous objects, but what had caught his eye were the many paintings on the wall. They were moving.

The people in the paintings seemed just as startled at Danny's arrival as he was of their movement, for they had begun shifting around in the uncomfortably; whispering to their neighboring portraits, pointing in the halfa's direction.

"Danny Phantom, I assume?" An old man sat at the desk in the center of the room. He was clad in purple robes, and a purple hat, with half moon spectacles. His white beard brushed against the table as he shifted in his seat to stand. When Danny looked at him, he felt a slight tingling sensation in his head. "I am Professor Albus Dumbledore." He reached his hand out. Danny stepped forward to shake it, but hesitated.

"Wait— you're not going to, er, 'Apparate' me anywhere, are you? This is just a handshake?" said Danny.

"Not without your permission." Dumbledore said, giving an amused smile as he looked over at Mundungus, who was gingerly pinching his nose. "I'm guessing you ask out of experience."

"Oh, yeah." Danny said, smiling as he took Dumbledore's hand.

"He's never Apparated before. A muggle ghost." Mundungus said as he reached for the door behind him. Dumbledore's eyes shifted from Mundungus to Danny, his eyebrows raised slightly. "Now, if you don't mind me, I'm gonna go see if there somethin' in the Hospital Wing to help with this. I stink at healing charms." With that, Mundungus left the room, leaving Danny and Dumbledore alone to chat.

"So you wanted to talk to me about your 'cause', or whatever?"

"Yes, yes. In time." Dumbledore said while sitting back down. He motioned for Danny to have a seat, and dipped his fingers into a small bag on his desk. Dumbledore looked up at Danny. His eyes seemed probe him, while somehow remaining kind. "Now, 'Danny Phantom,' that's quite a convenient name to have, seeing that you ended up a phantom, of sorts, in death. Lemon drop?" He offered Danny the candy, but Danny shook his head and sighed as he took a seat.

"So I'm gonna guess that you don't know who I am either?" Danny said, and Dumbledore shook his head.

"Should I know you?"

"Well, first, 'Phantom' isn't my actually name; it's an alias of sorts. And what, do wizards not have televisions, either? Newspapers? Any sort of news outlet?" Danny said. "Eight months ago, I saved the world!" He waited for some sort of response, but Dumbledore just looked at Danny, stroking his beard.

"That is fairly curious." Dumbledore said. "While we don't have televisions, we do have newspapers; and something like that would be in the paper, if you are telling the truth. The fact that there is a muggle ghost should of at least made the papers…"

"Trust me, that's not what would be in the papers." Danny said, and he stood up. "Screw it, I'm sick of this little nostalgia- trip. It's just making things difficult. Everybody else in the world knows," A white ring formed around his waist, and traveled up his body. Dumbledore's hand shot to his wand instinctively, but watched in fascination as the ghost changed into a human. "My name is Danny Fenton, I'm half ghost, and last summer I saved the world." Danny looked down at Dumbledore. "Now have you heard of me? The half-dead boy?"

The man seemed to be at a lack of words, but recovered quickly.

"How is that possible? For you to be half dead?" he asked. Danny plopped back in his seat, and smiled at the old man's reaction.

"I guess not…" Danny sighed, and then looked up. "It's complicated. Long story short, I was in this lab accident, and now I have the fantastical powers of a ghost— plus a little bit more." Danny smirked, and waited for the next question. He was surprised when it didn't have to do with his powers.

"Did you say eight months ago? Last summer?" Dumbledore said. Something had clicked in his eyes.

"Yeah, July."

"Mr. Fenton," Dumbledore said, as he looked around his desk drawers, ruffling through papers. "Eight months ago it was December." He pulled out a newspaper with the title "The Daily Prophet" printed across the top, and set in down on his desk.

Danny's eyes widened, and he shot out of his chair. "Wait, it's July?!" He closed his eyes and shook his head. "No— that's wrong. Sorry, I'm bad at math— It's August! I've been gone for four months?" Danny pushed his chair back, and turned to the door. "I need to get home, my family—"

"Daniel—"

"Danny!" He corrected him sharply, but thankfully Dumbledore now had his attention again.

"Danny," Dumbledore said. "Do you remember the exact date that you saved the world?"

"Yes, of course," Danny said, getting impatient. "They're actually thinking about making it into a holiday. July 13, 2007." Dumbledore nodded knowingly, then pointed to the picture on the front page of the newspaper. Danny looked down at the page, and gasped.

Like the pictures on the wall, the photograph was moving. The stout man on the front took off his bowler hat, and wrung it in his hands while he smiled at the photographer.

"That's… well that's pretty amazing. But what does the picture have to do with—"

"Not the picture." Dumbledore said, and tapped his finger on the page. Danny looked closer, and realized Dumbledore had been pointing to the date in the top corner.

"Oh…" Danny whispered as he read it. He looked up at Dumbledore in shock. "Oh!"

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Jazz opened the door. Waiting on the doorstep was a man with messy, raven black hair, who looked to be in his late twenties. He was taller than Jazz, but shorter than her father. The man was wearing a blue button down shirt, jeans, and a blazer.

Behind his round glasses were stunning green eyes.

"Hello," the man said, "my name is Harry Potter. Is this the home of Danny Fenton's family?"

A/N: *Gasp!*

Some of you guys guessed this. Good for you.

And as you can tell, Danny's a bit more cavalier about his secret identity… Mostly because he hasn't used one for eight months.

Anyways, please review! I love feedback, and it inspires me to update when I can.