Hi! I'm back with another new chapter! Summer is here, but for me I have collage classes. Doing my best on writing the next chapters for the story. Don't know when is the next one is coming, but will try my best to get it uploaded.

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High above in the sky, covered by his black cloak and hidden by his invisibility, flew the ghost king, Danny "Phantom". The young man relaxed while enjoying the view of the starry sky.

The peace was broken when his Fenton Phone rang. It truly was a magnificent device, fully operational and rechargeable with ecto-energy, it was the result of mixing his parents and Vlad's geniuses together.

Danny dived and hid behind a tall building to avoid the wind currents from interfering with his hearing. Then he checked for security cameras and was pleased to confirm that there were none in the area.

Reaching to his belt, he took his phone and saw Sam's name in the caller ID.

Taking off his hood and cutting off his invisibility, Danny answered the phone.

"Hey, Sam. How's it going?" Sam's form appeared on the screen of the phone.

On screen, she was standing in the middle of what appeared to be a living room, in front of a TV monitor that was showing Danny from his camera's point of view.

The young woman was wearing a black bombers jacket and purple shirt underneath that had the DP emblem plastered in the middle. Her black skinny jeans gave way to her signature steel toed combat boots, just as threatening as ever. Her hair was longer than she used to wear it in her teenage years, reaching a bit past her shoulders and some highlights of purple and white had been added a few years back.

Nestled on her neck was a black choker with a decent sized pendant in the shape of a dragon, courtesy of Dora's best blacksmith, made with exquisite detail. Its eyes were made out of Danny's ghost ice with a small flame of ecto fire encased within, giving them an ethereal shine. The dragon guarded in its paws a beautiful purple gemstone. The jewelry piece was Danny's gift to Sam on their second anniversary as a couple.

The gothic girl gave her boyfriend a troubled frown as she crossed her arms over her chest, making Danny feel he must have done something wrong. He knew she would get worried. That was why he sometimes wouldn't tell her when he was leaving for a mission.

"Danny, where are you? I tried to call you multiple times already, and you don't answer." Sam scolded.

"Sorry Sam," Danny answered as he rubbed the back of his neck sheepishly. "You see, Tucker made a function on my Fenton Phone that changes it to 'silent' when I send my ghost energy into it." He laughed nervously. "Helps when you are spy on others or need be stealthy." The young king shrugged innocently as he explained. "I turned on the sound only a few seconds before you rang."

Sam seemed to calm down, accepting his explanation. "OK, I'll let you off the hook for now, mister. But you have to explain why you needed to have it on silent." Looking at him sternly she asked, "Is it the mission that Clockwork's given you?"

"Well, kind of..." Danny said avoiding eye contact. He really didn't want to explain his disappearance.

Sam noticed this. "Danny, what did you do?" she asked, the frown back on her face.

Danny flinched at her expression, "Don't be angry," he pleaded, "I kind of-" Danny got cut off by a new voice coming from the side of the screen.

"Hi Sam, is Danny on the line? Hi Danny!" Tucker appeared on screen. "Sam was super worried about you and sulking around the castle." He smiled at his goth friend, "Even Skulker flew away when he saw her giving him 'the mean eye'." Sam gave Tucker the previously mentioned look, but he was immune to it by now, so he just shrugged it off.

With the years, Tucker had grown a lot, not close enough to Danny's height, but still taller than Sam. His hair grew longer and he began using it in braids under his red beret. He changed his glasses for contact lenses and was finally physically in shape thanks to ghost hunting. At the moment, he was wearing a green t-shirt, his favorite pants (ones that had lots of pockets to fit his ever growing collection of electronics), a pair of beaten sneakers and a satchel for his laptop.

"Hi, Tuck." Said the half ghost in greeting; secretly glad for his friend's impeccable timing. "I thought you told Sam about the new function on my phone?"

Tucker pondered this for a bit, before looking a bit embarrassed. "Oh… Oops! Sorry, man… it slipped my mind –OW! Sam! That hurt!" the boy rubbed his offended arm as he pouted at her female friend.

"Oh, I'm sorry." She apologized sarcastically. "Maybe I wouldn't have spent the last ten hours calling to his phone if you had REMEMBERED THIS!" he had the decency of looking bashful at this. "Anyway," grumbled the goth before crossing her arms. "Danny was about to tell me why he had to put his phone in silent mode in the first place."

'Crud', Danny thought, 'I hoped she had forgotten.'

Tucker's eyes got a mischievous shine to them as he put on a dreamy expression. "Maybe he was out there… having a lovely French date~ OUCH! Not again! Sam! I was just joking!" he said after the woman gave him a well deserved kick on the shin.

"Thanks, Sam." Danny thanked his girlfriend. He had wanted to punch Tucker for that one too.

"My pleasure," said the goth with a satisfied smile, before turning serious once more. "Ok. Now, ghost boy, spill it. Why did you put it on silence?"

Danny sighed, fidgeting with his hands a little, before explaining his little night adventure. "Ok… so, earlier tonight I was flying to my destination while enjoying the sights of London and trying to find out where I was, when I felt something weird in the distance." He pointed as if he was reliving the scene. "I focused to find that cluster of energy in the sky. It's a good thing my ghost sense now can detect different non-ghostly energies, because what I was sensing were the signatures of at least ten wizards flying close by on their broomsticks." He turned back to the screen to notice he had his friends' rapt attention. "I wasn't really planning to get closer, but there seemed to be something off about that group and that called my attention. I did a quick scan on them and realized that one of the wizards was a teenager, the only kid in the group, his energy signature being lower than the others making him stand out quite a lot."

"Really? Why was there a kid in a group of grown up wizards? ... what more did you notice, man?" Tucker asked as he took a sit on a sofa. Sam joined as they both continued to listen.

"Well, as I got closer I got a better look at them. There was one guy that looked sort of sick and his signature felt strangely like Wulf's, only he was very much alive. I'll bet anything that he was a werewolf," he said, chuckling in amusement. "There was a witch with pink hair, and her energy reminded me a lot of Amorpho's. Then there was an older looking wizard who seemed a bit more powerful than the rest. Man! You should have seen his face! It looked like it had been turned apart and then re-stitched like a jigsaw puzzle!

Anyway, they didn't seem hostile, but kept themselves alert, as if expecting danger. There was fatigue in the way they held to their brooms… who knows how many hours they had been flying. I realized soon that the kid was in the middle of their little formation, so he was probably being guarded for some reason. It was while I thought about this that I felt someone looking at my direction."

His words made Sam frown and a tic appeared under her left eye. "Danny, you remembered to stay invisible, right?" her voice was tight as she smiled kindly at him, making a shiver run down his spine.

The nervous half ghost rubbed the back of his neck frantically while avoiding his girlfriend's intense stare. "W-well… maybe… not all the way?"

Sam jumped up from the couch looking furious. "Daniel James Fenton! You know to stay invisible when flying! Especially when away from home!" Sam growled in frustration. Tucker seemed to be with her on that, although part of him also felt sorry for what his friend will have to go through once he was back. A shiver run down his back, he definitely didn't want to be in Danny's shoes.

"I'm sorry!" the young king said, looking properly reprimanded. "I didn't think that anyone would look up at such a dark and cold night. Besides, I even wore the black cloak with the hood, see?" he shyly pulled his hood back on to show his point. "So no one could see me clearly. And I was invisible, just not fully… I only did it to safe some energy," he said with his best puppy dog eyes.

The young woman sighed in resignation. "What am I going to do with you?" she shook her head in frustration.

"Well, you lovebirds will always make up anyways." Mocked Tucker.

Sam turned to look at him with a glare. "Tucker, stop saying that. We are not in high school anymore. We are adults now."

Unfazed, Tucker continued. "But you continue in denial of each other. You guys have officially dated since the Disasteroid. Two whole years. And that's not counting the years of clueless glances and caresses, while the rest of us keep on waiting for the wedding! I mean, come on! I even got my best man speech written down!"

His two best friends blushed furiously at his words. "Tucker! You know we haven't decided on it yet!" Sam shouted defensively.

Danny did pop the question, but they both agreed to discuss the matter later, when Danny's kingship had settled down and he had gotten used to his responsibilities before thinking about marriage. Danny was very glad to have such an understanding girlfriend. Unfortunately, that didn't mean Tucker would be mature enough to stop teasing them about it.

Seeing that Sam was close to crossing the line between simply kicking a shin and murder, Tucker decided to strategically change the subject. "So Danny, who was it that saw you?"

Glad that the topic was left alone, Danny replied. "It was the kid. I think he might have been about 15 years old. Looked a bit skinny for his age, but with those baggy clothes of his it was hard to tell. What else… mmm… oh, right, I think he had greenish eyes, though I might be wrong… it was dark after all, and he wore glasses," he said as he rubbed his chin in thought. "Nah, those were definitely green… an interesting shade of emerald… they could have passed as ghost eyes had they been glowing," Tucker cleaned his throat to call him back on the subject. "Oh, sorry. So… he had black hair but the wind made it difficult to see if it was long or not, and he sported a scar on his forehead… but I'm not sure what it looked like. Maybe it was covered under a spell or something."

"What kind of spell could it have been?" asked Sam, now looking more relaxed. "Was it any of the ones you reviewed?"

Danny hummed in thought. "I'm not completely sure, but it must have been some sort of camouflage meant for the human eyes. I tried switching to my human sight and the whole group disappeared instantly."

"What did you do about it? Did he alert the other wizards?" asked his girlfriend, worried about his safety.

"No, don't worry. I turned invisible after I noticed he could see me and then floated alongside their group in case I had to do some damage control. The kid looked around trying to find me, but he saw nothing." The half ghost laughed as he remembered the flabbergasted expression of the kid at his disappearing act.

"That was dangerous, dude. He could have alerted the rest about you." Tucker chimed in.

"That didn't happen. He was interrupted when the wizard at the front said to double back to ensure that they were not being followed. The interesting pink haired women next to him complained about that mentioning that they might never get to destination if he kept telling them to do that."

"Wow, that wizard might have been paranoid about being followed, but then again, he was right." Tucker commented sending a slightly accusing glance at Danny.

"Hey! I wasn't going to harm them. I'm not the villain here." Danny retaliated waving his arms to emphasize his point.

Sam waved her hands to calm him down. "Just keep going, Danny. Anything interesting happened while you followed them?"

Danny sat down on the roof top to think about it. "Let's see… After following them a few more minutes I heard someone saying they were close to their destination. I was intrigued, so I descended by their side. Landing in the middle of a street with rows of houses lined up side by side, with only a few lamps to lighting it up.

I saw the guy that barked out orders use something that look like a lighter to, I guess… swallow the lights from the street lamps? Well, either way he just made them disappear till it would be difficult for a human to see. It was when he explained how he got this lighter from someone named "Dumbledore" that I got really glad I had been following them!"

They both look startled, "Wow, man. You mean you actually stumbled upon a group of wizards that knew the guy you were supposed to meet? Where were you at?"

"Well that's the thing. I saw the guy pull out something and tell the boy to read it and memorize it. I hovered close to see what the note said. It read:

The headquarters of the Order of the Phoenix may be found in number Twelve, Grimmauld Place, London."

"At least you know the house's number. So what is this Order of the Phoenix?"

"The boy asked about that too, but was shushed and the piece of paper was burned. Learned about them afterwards. Long story short they are basically a group founded by Dumbledore that fights against Voldemort.

But Sam, when I looked around to find this Number Twelve, I only saw number eleven and thirteen. It was like they had forgotten to put the twelve from the start. The kid also asked about this and the man told him to think about what he had just memorized. I did just that and bam! Like a fog that was lifted, there it was, the number twelve appearing magically. That's when I realized there was an enchantment on the place."

"That's spooky, and we know about spooky, you live in a freaking ghost castle!" Tucker laughed waving his hands in emphasis. "Whatever that spell was must have been powerful to keep a whole house out of view like that!" commented the techno geek.

"Tell me about it! Anyways, I followed them invisible and intangible and saw one of them use their wand to open the lock of the door. Slowly all of us entered. Let me tell you this man, that place had seen better days. The air was stale and had a slightly rotten touch to it. It was as if it had been abandoned for a long time. It screamed "classic haunted house" all around, from the dark long hallways to the chandelier covered in cobwebs."

"Now, that sounds like your dream house doesn't it Sam? You should move there with Danny after the wedding!" joked Tucker to his blushing goth friend.

"Bad idea, Tuck." Danny cut in while crossing his arms in annoyance.

"And why is that Danny?" challenged the geek, crossing his arms and giving a taunting smile at the hero.

"Two reasons. First, because if you keep teasing Sam like that you might not be able to walk home tonight," Tucker flinched at the insinuation and the glare the girl threw at him. "And second, because even though it was quite a picturesque structure, the things that that place hid made even me sick. Dude, whoever lived there kept the freaking shrunken heads of their house elves on their wall. They were all mounted on plagues nailed in line for everyone to see. That was pretty disturbing!"

"Yikes!" Tucker exclaimed looking sickened.

"That's animal cruelty right there! I don't care that they are wizards! No creature, less a loyal house keeper, deserves to be treated like that!" Sam shouted infuriated.

'Note to self, do not let Sam and that teenage girl meet unless you want to have the castle covered in posters about the rights of house elves,' Danny thought as he smiled nervously at his girlfriend's rightful anger.

"Ok…. So, back to my story! I found out who the kid they were escorting was. A short, red headed woman rushed past me to welcome him and gave him a bear crushing hug as she whispered his name. And would you believe it? Turns out he was Harry Potter! The boy-who-lived! Remember? The one that stopped evil guy Voldemort and that the press kept saying was a liar for saying the dark wizard had come back?"

"Whoa, dude! You met someone famous in the wizard world. What's next on your list? Find a murderer?" Tucker joked.

"Well…" the half ghost rubbed his neck sheepishly.

"Danny you didn't..." groaned Sam, but his lack of response was enough.

His two best friends face palmed at his luck.

"Good job, Danny. Not only did you somehow stumbled upon an undercover escort, organized by the man you are supposed to meet, for the most famous/infamous kid in the wizarding world, who no one seems to take seriously when he talks about the impending doom that will soon befall them all at the hands of the dark lord who also, by the way, wants him very much dead, but you also found a murderer somewhere along the way. Now remind me, what was this? Your first day in London, correct?" Tucker summarized as he rubbed his right temple in soft circles.

"What can I tell you? The universe loves me!" offered the fidgety king. "And besides, he's not technically a murderer and he was also Harry's godfather."

"..."

"You know what? I'll explain when I get back home. All you need to know is that I stayed for a while and made sure the kid didn't tell any of the adults anything important and no connections to 'ghosts' were made, so everything is fine," he quickly reassured with a small smile. "But right now I need to go and find a place to sleep. Tomorrow I will be working on my first task for Clockwork. Also, guys don't call me; leave a message or voice mail. The wizard community doesn't use technology, remember?"

"That sucks. Are they in Aragon's time zone? They need a major upgrade." Tucker said. The first time Danny broke the news about technology not being used, Tucker had one of his panic attacks.

"Well you better call us at least twice a day, Danny. We don't want to send another search party." Sam interjected.

"Don't worry I'll be fine." Danny answered to his worried girlfriend.

"That's what you always say."

"Awww. Sam worries about her future husband getting hurt." Tucker teased

"TUCKER!" both Danny and Sam shouted.

"What its true- Ouch! Sam I'll be blue and purple by tomorrow." cried Tucker.

"Then don't say it or Shaleen will be next." Sam threatened.

"Noooo!" cried Tucker. Hugging Shaleen, his new upgraded PDA.

Danny laughed at the scene in front of him. "Seriously guys, I need to find a place to hit the hay."

"Fine, Danny." Tucker still rubbing his bruises.

"Don't forget to call later." said Sam.

"I won't," the ghost king answered with a kind smile. "Tell my parents I'm doing fine. Oh, and Jazz too! Oh! And tell Dani I love her!"

The young woman laughed at his antics.

"Aren't you forgetting someone?" Sam playfully glared at him.

"No, I'm saving the best for last," he said playing along. "Bye, Sam, I love you."

"And I love you too," she answered with a smile of her own, before going back to her slightly violent glare. "Now you better stay safe, you hear me ghost-boy? Cause if you don't I'll hunt you down and bring your sorry half dead ass back home myself."

He laugh mirthfully, "Now, that's the Sam I know and love." He couldn't help floating a little at the happiness he felt whenever his girlfriend said she loved him too. He just couldn't help being a little goofy around her. "Bye, guys."

"Bye, Danny." called out both of his friends.

Danny hung up and returned his phone back to his belt. Not forgetting to have it on silence. Looking down from his perch, Danny turned invisible before jumping down and taking flight.

After an hour, Danny found the street he was supposed to get to. He landed a few blocks away and checked again for cameras; he was irritated about the cameras, but couldn't do anything about them. London had one heck of a security system.

Danny reappeared and changed into his human form.

He wore a white t-shirt and blue jeans with a black jacket decorated with some white here and there. The young man reached into his pocket and pulled out a box that fit his hand perfectly. With the other hand he pulled out his wand and used a spell to re-size the box until it was a large traveling trunk. Swiftly, he put his wand away and began pulling his trunk down the street.

Reaching the building he was looking for, the man opened the door and hurried inside. There were some tables and chairs scattered around, only a few customer's occupying them, chatting among themselves. On the other side was a counter with an older man behind.

Danny nodded to himself and walked to the counter.

The owner smiled pleasantly as he greeted him.

"Welcome. Welcome. Looking for a place to pass the night?"

"Actually, I'm looking for a place to stay for a couple of days. Do you have any room available?" Danny asked politely

"Oh, a foreigner. Well you must have traveled a great distance to come to England. I do have a room open, if you're not superstitious." the bartender joked.

Danny smiled a bit. "Don't worry, I'm not. I'll take that room for the next few days."

"Excellent! Sign your name right here on the ledger and I'll get your key." The owner placed a book and opened it to a place listing today's date with other people's names already written.

By the time Danny finished writing his name the man came back with his key. "Alright, your room will be upstairs, number 13. You will need to pay fully by the time you leave."

'Ha! A room shrouded in superstition for a ghost to spend the night.' Danny though with a small smirk, knowing that Clockwork may have something to do with this. Even the master of time liked to show he had a healthy sense of humor from time to time.

"That won't be a problem. I needed to visit the bank any way." Danny smiled at what he said.

"You know how to get to the bank? It's different here than in America."

"Don't worry, I've got it covered."

"Alright, then. By the way, I'm Tom, the owner of this lovely establishment. I hope you have a pleasant stay at the 'Leaky Cauldron'." 'Tom' said stretching out his hand.

"Oh, I will." Danny replied taking Tom's hand to give it a shake.

Parting ways, Danny went up the stairs and down the hallway. Finding the room number 13, Danny opened it with his key and closed the door after himself. Placing his truck in the corner of the room for later, the young man plopped down on his bed and lazily used his magic to switch out his cloths to sleeping wear.

Surveying the room Danny was excited to start his first day tomorrow, knowing it will be an important day for his new adventure. The young king drifted asleep under the cozy and warm covers. He smiled at the idea that perhaps those were charmed to be so warm, and fell slowly into a conformable slumber.