Hey all! Sparkling Patronus again (I wonder how many chapter I've started by saying that?) Anyways, I've been writing this chapter on my laptop at school during studies when I have nothing to do, and I've finally finished it! Yay! OK, so a huge thanks to everyone who reviewed the last chapter! You guys are what keep me writing. Well, here's another climactic chapter for you! I really hope it's not disappointing. Oh yeah…Fuzzy Bunnies! (Don't ask)

After his daring escape through the roof, Danny had decided there would be no better time than now to have the actual confrontation he'd been anticipating. Doing a complete U-turn through the morning sky, he alighted himself upon the steps of the house and returned to normal. He rang the door bell and waited with a sort of worried anticipation for his parents to answer the door. He knew they probably hadn't even descended the stairs from his room at this point.

He wrung his hands nervously and glanced around in all directions. This was the first time he'd seen the front of his house so close up in almost two years, and that thought was a little nerve-wracking in a way.

Not even a minute later, he snapped back to reality just in time to hear the door knob turn, signifying that his parents had finally come to the door. Sucking in a deep breath and holding it, he watched as the door knob turned, each second seeming to take a year in the tension of the moment.

Finally, after what seemed like a year, the door swung open, and he was standing face to face with his parents again. The difference was that this time they were not holding a loaded gun to his forehead, not that he was exactly complaining about that. He always wondered why both of his parents felt the need to answer the door though.

Nobody spoke for a moment and for a second, and Danny thought he saw something there in their eyes. For a moment he though that they remembered him, but was proved wrong when his mother spoke up.

"Hello, can I help you young man?" she asked politely.

Danny didn't know what to say, his own parents didn't recognize him. Well, then he was just going to have to remind them. Letting out his breath and taking another one, he prepared himself for what was sure to be a very long and awkward conversation.

"M-mom…" he stuttered, training his eyes on the ground so he wouldn't have to keep them on their faces. This was probably the moment he'd been waiting for since he'd entered Amity. This was more important than escaping Valerie, more important than fighting his enemies, even more important than yesterday's confrontation with his best friends. These were his parents, people he'd grown up with for the first 14 years of his life. This would determine whether he would be able to move back in with them or whether he would just have to leave the house and find his own way.

He pushed the second possibility from his mind. That would never happen. These were his parents for God's sake. They loved him, and he was sure they would take him back, at least that was what he was saying to himself for his own sake.

It was now that he'd realized there had been way too long of a pause from the last time a word had been uttered, and decided to chance looking up for some kind of reaction in his mother's face.

Glancing up, he was more than surprised to find that his mother's eyes now shone with tears. Upon meeting his eyes, she spoke again.

"D-Danny? Dear God, Danny!" she shouted, the tears now threatening to spill from her eyes. Then, so suddenly his brain had no time to react, he found himself scooped up into a bone crushing hug. Sobs were now racking his mother's body, and he felt something hot and wet slide down his cheek before he found that he was crying as well.

After a few moments of probably the most awkward hug of his life, his mother released him and looked him up and down.

"Danny…. I thought it was you… but I told myself it was impossible…. Dear God Danny, where have you been? Come inside, come in," and with that she ushered him into the house.

At this point, things were happening way to fast for Danny's mind to even hope to process them. Ten seconds ago he'd been standing out on the porch, now he was in the house and both of his parents were in tears. It was weird, to say the very least. Still, he couldn't have hoped for a better reaction from the two of them. This had been exactly what he had been hoping for when he'd been standing out on the porch.

The difference between his parents and his friends was that he saw none of the anger on their faces that had been Sam's and Tuck's. His friends had been angry, demanded an explanation before they would even come near him. His parents were so much different. It seemed that whether or not he decided to tell them what had been going on, they would still take him back, and that meant more to him than he felt words could express.

After what could easily be called the most awkward moments of his 18 year old life, there was silence in the room again, bringing Danny the feeling that the awkward felling had in fact but just begun. But now, looking into his parents tear stained faces as he fidgeted uncomfortably on the living room couch, he felt strengthened in a strange and unexpected way, almost as if he knew exactly what to say in this confusing situation.

He choked a bit, his voice still lost amongst leftover sobs as he tried to speak. Finally, the word found its way to his lips. It was only one word really, but it was one word that could express every emotion he was feeling right now, "Sorry…"

With that, he found himself once again snatched into a hug, but it didn't feel tired at all. He would sit there like this all day if that was what it meant to earn their forgiveness. All of the self-hate he'd been feeling was gone now; all he had was the desire, the need, to know that everything between his parents and him was OK, to know that he was home again.

After what seemed like a decade and a half, his mother dried her eyes and finally spoke again for the first time since he'd met her on the doorstep.

"Oh Danny," she said, once again bringing her arm across her face to wipe of the unwanted moisture, "Where on earth have you been?" she asked again, this time looking as if she was expecting an explanation. Danny felt obliged to give her one.

"I-I ran away to another town. But I wasn't happy there! I missed you too much, missed all of you too much! That's why I came back...I had to come back…" He replied, keeping his eyes trained on the floor the entire time he was mumbling.

"Danny! Why didn't you just tell us about your problems instead of running away! How many times have we told you that running away from your problems doesn't solve anything?" his father boomed, speaking for the first time.

"Umm…you never said that," Danny said, feeling the need to point that out despite the tense atmosphere in the room.

"Regardless, you should have come to us if you were having problems! What was so important that you would have to keep it from us?" responded his mother.

Danny tried not to smile.

"I…just needed some time to myself. But, I mean, I did come back," Danny said, not wanting to say anything more about his reasoning.

"You're right, you're here now. Come upstairs and you can go to your room, I've kept it neat for you. In case you ever came back," said Maddie.

"Thanks mom," said Danny, letting a slight smile of relief creep onto his face as he realized he was finally home.

There you have it, Danny's home, and I actually ended a chapter without a cliffhanger. So how was it? Too anticlimactic? Please review cuz I'd really like some constructive criticism! Well, thanks for reading! I'll get the next one out as soon as possible.