{A/N: Presenting the mini-series on Wattpad that I never completed and probably never will.}

Danny was already having a bad day, but this was ridiculous. Who would drag a teenager to some large fancy dinner- a 'gala'- with his parents- where the state was going to discuss something about his alter-ego, Danny Phantom- and other ghosts, wether they be terminated or left alone.

And did he mention, he was going with his parents? His ghost hunting parents? Yeah, he might as well sign on to his death warrant.

"We'll be there too, dude," said Tucker, typing on his PDA. The trio sat at their usual seat in the Nasty Burger, "WE'RE BEING DRAGGED INTO THIS, TOO!"

Sam scowled deeply, her fork floating over her salad, "Please don't remind me that I'm being shoved into a dress."

And very sadly, they all had to go to the gala. The Manson's because they were large funders of the dinner, the Foley's because Tucker's dad had just launched a new piece of technology that was sweeping the country (it was good press), and the Fenton's because well... They were the state's leading ghost hunters and they were discussing about a ghost... A ghost's rights... Wow, Danny never thought something like that would happen.

"Yeah," admitted the halfa, shoving a French fry into his mouth. "But I have to sit next to the governor, you guys don't."

"It's not our fault," Sam smirked.

Danny sighed, sinking into his seat, picking at his food- while Sam ate her salad and Tucker gobbled down a fifth burger. His stomach twisted and turned, he let his hands fall to his side, clenching and unclenching his fists. An uneasy feeling settled over him, and he suddenly lost his appetite.

"Danny, you okay?" asked Sam, "You look pale."

"-er than usual," added Tucker.

Danny rolled his eyes, "Thanks for the commentary, Tuck," he said sarcastically. "And I'm fine. I'm just not excited to see if the people still consider me a menace," he groaned.

"Oh, Danny- you look so handsome in your suit!" crooned his mother, adjusting the baby blue tie around his neck.

His face turned bright red and he scowled, "Mom!" he complained, she laughed.

"Yeah, Mads!" boomed his dad, bouncing into his room. Jack Fenton was dressed in a horrible suit and tie that were ratty and old. "Fenton good looks come naturally! He doesn't need a suit!"

Maddie slapped her husband on the shoulder, "Oh- don't encourage him, Jack," she scolded. "He's already upset about it."

Danny sneered, "You can say that again."

"It's not that bad, Danny," said Jazz, popping into his room, and the boy groaned, flopping onto his bed. She was dressed in a turquoise blue dress with straps that crossed over her back, her red hair pulled up into a bun with curled strands falling over her face.

"Easy for you to say," he groaned, running a hand through his black hair that his mother had tried to comb back nicely, but had failed horribly.

Maddie just sighed, "We're going to be late- now get into the Assault Vehicle!"

Both of her children groaned. "Please don't tell me we're going in that thing," moaned Danny, his shoulders slumping.

"YUP!" sang Jack, clearly not seeing that Jazz and Danny weren't' happy about having to ride in the RV. The large man bounced down the stairs, humming a song. His wife sighed exasperatedly at her husband, fixing her simple black dress, and slowly went down the stairs, her heals clicking on the stairs.

Danny sighed once again, Jazz shot him a reassuring smile, before following their parents down the stairs. The halfa slipped his phone into the pocket of the black tux he had been stuffed into, then followed his sister into the Fenton Assault Vehicle.

Danny leaned into the back seat next to Jazz as his voice buzzed, and he fished it out of his pocket, grinning down at the IPhone's screen.

Text from:
Group chat- Tucker and Sam

He slid the screen onto home page {A/N: Wow, that sounded a lot less confusing in my own head}, revealing group chat from his best friend.

Tucker: HAHA, dude- Sam's shoved in2 a dress. I just face-timed her
Sam: U know I didn't accept that fucking call- it was my mom
Tucker: Suuuurreeee.
Sam: & I THOUGHT WE AGREED 2 NOT FACETIME
Tucker: I don't remember that

Danny laughed softly at his best friends' antics, before typing his own response.

Danny: Tuck, sometimes, I wonder if u want 2 be killed
Tucker: DUDE
Sam: Both of u r idiots
Tucker: What's that song by Selena Gomez that's, like, how old?
Tell me, tell me, tell me
Something idk
Danny: Something idk
Sam: Ugh, save me. I'm surrounded by idiots.
Danny: *sarcasm* Lv u 2, Sam
Tucker: *snicker*
Sam: Don't you even say it, Foley
Tucker: *swallows* Yes, ma'am

"We're here," announced Maddie, popping open the car door, and sliding out. Jack whooped loudly, grinning. Jazz sighed, slinging her small hand purse over her shoulder before slipping out of the RV. Danny rolled his eyes, shutting his phone off and trailing after his family.

The gala/dinner was taking place somewhere downtown in Amity Park, cars were parked all around the large building. Danny groaned internally, he wasn't exactly a party person, much less a fancy party person.

His parents practically bounced through the large doors, opening up to a large room with a high dome ceiling. The room's stage was obviously the main attraction with a large TV screen and a podium, a catwalk above it. The stage of the stairs lead down to a long stretch of tables, which faced a half-circle of other longer tables similar to it.

"It's a pleasure meeting you, Mr. and Mrs. Fenton," smiled the governor. A tall lady with beach blond hair that was tied into a professional bun. She shook hands with the Fenton couple, her green eyes flitting between them and their kids, "And your children of course," she smiled warmly. Jazz waved confidently, while Danny scratched the back of his neck, grinning sheepishly.

"Thank you for inviting us, Governor Smith," grinned Maddie.

She laughed, "Oh, it wasn't a problem!" she said, "Having the state's best ghost hunters is a pleasure any day."

"Yes, well- I'm glad that you just believe in ghosts," muttered Jazz under her breath.

The governor half-smiled at her, "So, I hear you're the famous Jasmine Fenton."

"It's Jazz," she corrected as their parents walked away to talk to somebody else.

"Yes," she cracked a half-grin. "The intelligent one aren't you?" Jazz frowned, opening her mouth to defend her brother, but before she could, the governor continued on. Smith turned to Danny, looking down at him through her glasses, "And you are... Daniel, yes?"

He nodded, "Danny," he corrected. "But yeah," he said absently, his eyes scanning across the crowd that was gathering, searching for his best friends.

"Do you do anything?"

His head snapped to her, frowning. He blinked, "What?"

"Are you a ghost hunter or...?"

"Um," he laughed nervously, rubbing the back of his neck. "...No, er, no... Hehe, um... Ghost hunting isn't my thing," he lied.

"That's because Danny does his own thing," butted in Jazz, defending her brother. "He's- well..."

She raised an eyebrow, "Hm, yes," her lips pressed into a thin line. "I'm afraid I have to give a speech soon..."

"Governor!" called a reporter, "For the past thirty minutes, you have talked about the added taxes due to ghost attacks. But I do believe we are all curious about your opinion on the elusive Danny Phantom."

Danny and Jazz's and pretty much everyone in the room turned to face the governor. The woman stood silent for a second in front of the podium, "Phantom... Well," she chuckled, "His true motives are debatable- yes... It has been a year since his first public appearance which was attacking the former mayor when majority of the town was overshadowed..." she sucked in a breath, "But then of course there's the whole fiasco with Frederick Isac Showen Hower which I don't even want to begin."

Another reporter raised their hand, "Ma'am, is there anything you actually know about Phantom? And you're avoiding the question."

The governor griped the rim of the podium, "No, there is nothing we know about Phantom," she said, the crowd immediately began to whisper. "He is a force that works under his own rules. He is not under ours or anyone's control- that is to our knowledge. He is a private force..."

Danny could barely stop the smirking that was forming on his face.

"And I believe ghosts are more like humans than we think," she continued, Jack and Maddie scowled. "There are good and there are bad. Phantom... Yes, he's saved the lives of many people, but he's also injured few, kidnapped the former mayor, destroys property daily, and he even puts the town of Amity Park in the crossfire of ghosts... He saved the world from the Disasteroid," she admitted. "After Vlad Masters's real motives were revealed-" all of the Fenton family looked down at this- {A/N: Yes, Phantom Planet happened- except Danny's secret wasn't revealed and him and Sam aren't together, yet} "But how can we trust that he'll always be there to save us? How do you know he won't return to his own ways?"

Danny looked down at his hands.

"We don't know wether or not Phantom is a good or a malevolent ghost," the governor continued. "That makes him dangerous and untrustworthy. He may be acting like a hero, but we can't trust his word," she stated. "That is why I am proposing a new law that forbids ghosts from entering our world. Any ghost caught will be only by the Guys in White or the Fenton family... As for the Red Huntress- I am afraid- until she reveals who she really is, it is illegal for her to do her job. Unfortunately, the law has not yet been approved. And as for Phantom..." she trailed off, "Well, he'll either have to come quietly or go down-"

Danny couldn't take it anymore and abruptly stood up from his seat, all eyes turned to the teenage boy. He glared up at the blond lady on the stage.

"Danny," hissed Jazz. "Sit down."

"Daniel Fenton, you put your ass back on that chair right now," whispered Maddie. He ignored them.

"Death didn't stop these guys," he stated boldly, referring to the ghosts that entered Amity Park. "What makes you think a stupid little human law will?" he spat, "Hell- they don't even obey the laws of physics, a law won't stop them."

Smith turned to him, her lips pressing into a thin line, "Excuse me?"

Danny crossed his arms over his chest, glaring defiantly. "This law won't stop the ghosts, it won't stop the Red Huntress and it certainly won't stop m- Phantom," he corrected his slip-up quickly.

She glared at him, "I will not argue with a teenager about keeping this world safe."

"Phantom already has and if I remember correctly, if it were up to you guys- you'd rather live under a tyrant- who'd make all of our lives a living hell- than die."

"So, you'd rather let seven billion people die than live under one man?"

"I'd rather die with the little freedom I have than have it all taken away."

"Are you standing for these ghosts?"

"I stand for those who need it," he growled. "I think Phantom stands for what you stand for, ma'am; protecting innocent people."

"I stand for law and order, boy," she stated. "Not-"

There was a loud BANG!, time seemed to freeze for Danny. His reflexes kicked in and he saw the danger before it hit him. He dropped to the ground, with an oomph, he landed on his chest on the white-tiled ground. Screams filled the room, there was a whoosh! by his ear, followed by splinters of wood flying in all directions.

"DANNY!"

"What the-?" he muttered, lifting his head up, staring at the stage from the corner of his eye. There was a little hole in the stage in the spot where he had been standing, where his chest would've been. "Bullet hole," he muttered, horrified.

The lights suddenly turned off all at once, the room falling into complete darkness. The screams filled Danny's ears, and he cringed, trying to block out the noise. The large screen where Governor Smith's face had been on- lit up the room, the screams instantly died down, followed by horrified gasps and gawking.

Jazz gasped, covering her hand with her mouth, her eyes flitting between the hole in the stage and the screen. Danny groaned, scrambling to his feet, and staring at the screen in horror.

Because the screen was red, four large black words boldly standing out:

The Phantom will fall.

{Ha, it never occurred to me how cheesy some of this was- but oh, well. I'm reposting this from Wattpad underneath the name 'Book_Worm117' instead of 'Book117Worm'. I don't know why, but I am so here you go.

-Book_Worm117
Ellie}