Welcome back to chapter 9! This is a bit of a nothing chapter, but i'm going to post it anyway! Now i'm gonna answer some more questions!

Nsyk- Thank you for reviewing like you have never reviewed before! Sorry if you thought it was too easy... Hermione is pretty smart though. :)

Wishes for Wings- Sorry, I don't think that i'm going to use D.A or Umbridge at the moment. Sorry.

Phantom'sShadow94- Yup it was obvious wasn't it? But i'm sure Ron wouldn't have been the first one...

Inukagome15- Yes! The caves were awesome! Woah... 30 pages is a long chapter :)

DigiMist- What do you know, the froot-loops are appearing in this chapter!

I think that is about everyone, so here is my new chappie!

The hall was already quite full of people, although the Gryffndor table was not even half full, as most of them were having fun playing tag. Danny felt the froot loops in his cloak and his plan was becoming clearer. He smiled evilly (He wasn't evil but the smile was.) The game of Broomstick Tag was quite fun and he had enjoyed being up in the air, as he hadn't had much of a chance recently. He was getting used to the surroundings of Hogwarts.

However, he was slightly worried about Hermione. Did she know for sure? The question floated through his head, over and over, like an annoying long car-trip cassette. 'Should I ask her?' Danny asked himself. 'No Fenton! You idiot! That will make it more obvious! Just leave it…' His mind was racing, and so was his mouth. The food was excellent and once again Ron was stuffing his face continuously with meat. It reminded Danny quite a lot of Tucker.

Hermione was quite, while Ron and Harry were chatting about wizard chess.

"I sware I'm better than you Harry!" Ron boasted, sculling a jug of green cordial. Harry rolled his eyes.

"Well you have been playing for longer than I have Ron. Isn't that an disadvantage?" Harry asked, raising an eyebrow.

"Well you learnt how to produce a full Patronus in your THIRD year!" Ron folded his arms, pushing away a bowl of peas.

"I'm full." Ron patted his stomach, which was bulging out of his sweater.

"I wonder why?" Hermione stated, her voice dripping with sarcasm. Danny and Harry laughed together, while Ron was scowling at her, his face almost as red as his hair.

The enchanted ceiling looked especially beautiful that night. Danny was still quite amazed by its beauty. He gazed up, looking into the dark, only lit by candles. He was rudely interrupted by the cold voice of Draco Malfoy.

"Potter, Potter, Potter. I never thought you could get any lower. With the braniac and the sixth Weasley, but now you've picked up the Fenton freak!" He insulted. Most of the Slytherin table was watching, and now laughing.

Harry ignored him. Although Danny had different intentions.

"Shut up Malfoy!" Danny yelled, his eyes flickered green in anger. Malfoy looked taken back.

"No-o yo-u…" Malfoy stuttered, before Danny heard a voice way too familiar.

"Daniel, you must learn to control your temper." It said, the words sliding along his tongue.

"And you Vladimir, need to mind your own business!" Danny snapped back. Most of the hall had turned to watch Danny and his little act. Vlad laughed before secretly zapping Danny's shoe. Danny glared at Vlad and thought of something. He paced up to Vlad.

"Uncie Vlad, I have a present for you." Danny smirked.

"Whatever it is, I don't want it." Vlad went to turn away, before being interrupted by Dumbledore, who had appeared out of nowhere.

"You don't want to accept the boys gift? Shame on you Mr. Masters." Dumbledore smiled at Danny.

"Come on Uncie Vlad it's a great present!" Danny was snickering now.

"Oh fine Daniel, what is it?" Vlad asked, becoming Danny over to him. Danny reached into his cloak and clutched the box of froot loops that he had been saving. Once he pulled it out, Vlad's face was drained of all of its colour.

"I decided because you love froot loops soooo much, I thought you might want some! I mean, there can't possibly be a box of froot loops in the teachers lounge!" Few people giggled. Danny handed the box to Vlad. He accepted the box.

"You know Daniel, froot loops are delicious and all, but I'm sure a froot loop such as me shouldn't eat himself…" Danny was lost for words.

"You can have them anyway. Oh, I forgot to tell you, GET-A-CAT!" The hall erupted with laughter. Vlad was obviously pissed off.

"I'm going to get you good Daniel… Be expecting a visit by one certain… well… friend." Vlad walked out. Who was Danny's friend? He had a feeling it wasn't a good friend, like Sam or Tucker, but a bad friend, possibly Skulker, Technus or Ember.

The next day, Danny was on edge. Hermione, Harry and Ron were slightly worried. Danny was checking behind every door, looking outside every window and even lurking around on the moving staircases for hours. He was quite relieved that there wasn't even one un-friendly ghost attack. Sure Peeves had been tripping people over with the advantage of invisibility, but that was Peeves he was continuously playing pranks. Although he had steered clear of Danny since their meeting in the Gryffndor Common room. He wasn't completely sure if there was going to be an attack tomorrow, but if there were, he would be prepared.

He was wrong. The night before he hadn't bothered 'Preparing' and when he woke up, he was greeted with a loud yell.

"Do you want to be my friend?" There was Klemper, at five o'clock in the morning, who had just woken the whole dorm.

"No! Klemper, get LOST!"

"Please? Do you want to be my friend?"

"No!"

"Sure?"

"Positive!"

"Do you want to be my friend?"

"No!"

Harry was now awake. He rubbed his eyes gently. He looked like he hadn't had a very good sleep.

"Danny who the hell is waking us up at five in the morning?" He asked, sitting up in his bed.

"Do you want to be my friend?" The ghost asked Harry.

"Um… No?"

"Do you want to be my friend?" Klemper continued, waking up every boy in the room, with a loud, "Do you want to be my friend?"

Neville had made the mistake of answering yes, and was hugged tightly for several long minutes. Klemper returned to Danny.

"Do you want to be my friend?"

"No."

"Do you-"

"No."

Klemper began to sob, wiping his tears on his dirty, glowing pyjama top. Danny knew he couldn't suck Klemper into the thermos, because Harry had taken one, Peeves had also taken one to 'clean' his lair from all of the ectoplasm, and plus, Klemper hadn't tried to hurt anyone yet. That wasn't including Neville's hug of death. Danny would have to put up with him all day.

At breakfast, he was continuously asked the same question over and over again. He always replied with the same answer though. Many people were staring at him and his new friend. Even the boys that had been woken by the question still found the ghost odd. After breakfast, they had History of Magic. Harry, Ron and Hermione led the way to the classroom. When they arrived, a ghost greeted them. Danny's ghost sense went off immediately. The teacher laughed, before being interrupted by a rude question.

"Do you want to be my friend?"

"No thanks Klemper."

"Wait, you know him?"

"Sure do! When I was visiting the Ghost Zone last holidays, I ended up meeting Walker. Nasty 'fella isn't he? Well his prison was where we met. Hermione, Ron, Harry, inside please I wish to talk to Mr. Fenton alone." The three students nodded and walked inside the classroom.

"I'd like to thank you for the whole Pariah Dark thing, and Walker. If it hadn't have been for you Mr. Phantom I would be still stuck there with Klemper. Are you stuck with him all day?" Danny smiled,

"No problem. I think so, do you know about Vlad Plasmius?"

"The Wisconsin ghost? Yes indeed I do. Set Pariah free if I remember correctly."

"Well he is also a Halfa, Vlad Masters is his human part, but see you cannot tell anyone, as he will reveal me also. He is my arch-nemesis, he has tried to clone me, he wanted to steal my mom, and kill my dad. He is such a sped!" (A/N. I don't have anything against them.)

"I see. Danny, I think it would be best if you sat up the back in my class. I'm sure a constant ghost sense isn't pleasant."

"Don't worry, Klemper will be there anyway."

"Okay. Just one last question, is it true that you can use the ghostly wail?"

"Yeah! If something happens, and I gotta use it, you might be able to see it!"

The ghost nodded and floated inside the classroom, soon followed by Danny. (Although Danny wasn't floating.) Then soon followed by Klemper and the usual, "Do you want to be my friend?"

Harry had been right. History of magic was the most boring thing he had ever had to sit and listen to, and he had listened to Lancer read the whole handbook of school rules to the class.

"So in 1234, which witch was hung in the muggle world?"

"Bridgette Wyer." Hermione was the only one who had answered the professor's question.

Danny actually looked up from his notepad, which had been graphitised by the ink from Danny's quill. He had used green ink for no reason in particular, other than that it looked awesome. He had drawn a cartoon version of Plasmius. He had given the vampire-like ghost a large moustache, a lot like the fat lady's old one. He had also given him elf shoes and a long rats-tail and a mullet hairstyle.

Ron had begun to count how many times Klemper asked someone to be his friend. At the current moment, it was forty-seven times. The whole class were almost dead by the first period was over, metaphorically speaking. They all rushed out the door to find Fred and George Weasley with their best friend, Lee.

"They found a DADA teacher! Run! Run from the woman!" Fred yelled.

"Save yourselves!" George exclaimed, faking a shot in the arm. Many had gathered to watch the act. It continued with more prank spells and the cheering was horrendous.

Just on que, Snape just had to break up the party.

"What on earth are you boys doing? Detention! Professor Nialcm (Spell it backwards!) will not be happy!" Snape spat, pointing to his dungeon. The boys sighed and walked off and down into the depths of the dungeon.

"Wonder if this Professor is really like?" Hermione asked.

"Don't know, I guess we'll find out after Transfiguration." Harry replied. They walked off down the hallway. Danny hadn't really- lets say mastered Transfiguration quite yet. Once, during tutoring, Danny had been supposed to turn a toothpick into a match, but it ended up a pair of evil ghost scissors. Hermione wasn't sure how it had happened though.

McGonagall welcomed everyone into her classroom. The walked down the aisle and up to the chalk board, to be welcomed by a "Do you want to be my friend?" From Klemper.

"Jeez! That is getting old!" Ron complained.

"I know! How many times have you been asked Parvati?" Harry asked the Indian girl who was seated next to him.

"Four."

"Okay, that is fifty now!" Ron exclaimed, as if it was a good thing.

"Class settle down! I know the ghost is quite… well odd, but I have a class to teach! Today we are working on quite an advanced transfiguration. We will try to turn a cat into a dog." Some of the class laughed. "Yes! I know it sounds weird, but it is very complex and whoever can do it will be awarded one hundred house points." She flicked her wand around, and a cat appeared in front of every student.

"As usual, the spell is Transformo Newo! I suggest you get started!" She smiled and most of the students took their wand from their pockets.

The spell was cast all over the room. Neville's cat showed no form of transformation at all. Ron's cat was rather odd… It had dogs ears and a tail, with a lizard tongue and the rest was simply a cat. Even Hermione wasn't making much progress. Danny tried for the seventh time.

"Oh my… ghost!" Danny yelled. He had transformed his cat into a dog… but it was a ghost dog. Why did it always have to be a ghost dog? The green dog was flying around the room, drooling ectoplasmic drool on the students. Many cries of

"Ew!" and "Yuck! Get that thing away from me!" were made. McGonagall laughed. She winked at Danny. He looked around, to check where everyone was looking, and the secretly fired an ecto-blast at it. The pooch cried in pain and the dog fell to the floor.

"What was that?" A girl from Hufflepuff yelled. Danny spotted Peeves floating above him, clutching the Fenton Thermos. He dropped it into Danny's lap and he flew off. Danny got out of his seat and told everyone to move out of the way. He pointed the thermos at the pup and it was sucked up by a huge flash of whitish-blue light and it was trapped inside the thermos. While Danny had the chance, he sucked up Klemper as well. The class cheered as no one was asking the same annoying question over and over and over and over…

"Fifty points to Gryffndor for a correct transformation, but because of… certain molecules it was contaminated, thus creating a ghost dog. Another ten points to Danny Fenton for cleaning up his mess." Even the Hufflepuff's were happy and went to high-five Danny for his ghost capturing skills. There were only three people in the room where the mysterious ecto-blast had come from. Hermione, McGonagall and of course, Danny.

The class was excused, and everyone begin to chat about the ghost dog and its downfall. Danny knew exactly what would be the main subject for gossip at Hogwarts tonight.

The four friends walked along the almost empty halls, talking about McGonagall's class, and who the new Defence Against the Dark Arts teacher would be.

"We know it is a female, and her name is Professor Nialcm and she is apparently really mean or bad. Doesn't that sound fun?" Harry joked, as they turned a corner to see their new teacher.

It was quite an odd sight. She had jet black hair, with an electric blue streak through it. She wore it up in a high pony-tail. She had extremely dark eye make-up all over her eyes and down the side of her face. She had two huge blue hoop earrings. Dark purple lipstick had been applied carefully. Her mascara was clumpy. She had a high heeled pair of silver boots, with black tights, and a blue singlet. To top it off, she wore a black cloak with a little 'e' sewn in with blue thread. She was nothing like what they expected. She reminded Danny too much of a certain Ember McLain. Then Danny's ghost sense went off. Danny was the last into the room, and he was greeted by a quiet.

"Hello, Dipstick. Like my makeover?" She smiled. Danny had a bad feeling about this. He saw her guitar in the corner. Since when did Dumbledore hire evil ghosts as teachers?

He took a seat at the back of the room, trying to get out of range so his ghost sense wouldn't be bothering him for the whole lesson.

"Afternoon Dipsticks." The statement started a bit of bickering.

"I say, who gives a damn about whatever I'm supposed to be teaching, so lets rock out!" The Professor grabbed her guitar from the corner and began to strum some chords.

"My names Ember, and you call me that, and that only!" She began to play her song that Danny knew too well.

"Yeah! Ooooooh!

It was, it was September,

Wind blows, the dead leaves fall,

To you I did surrender,

Two weeks, you didn't call.

Your life goes on without me,

My life, a losing game

But you should, you should not doubt me!

'Cause you will remember my name!

EMBER! You will remember!

EMBER! One thing remains!

EMBER! So warm and tender!

You will remember my name!..."

She continued to sing her trademark song. The class seemed to love it, and were up out of their seats dancing. Danny ducked down under his desk and yelled,

"Goin' Ghost!" It was loud enough to be heard, but not over the sound of the pop princess rocking her world.

"Dipstick! I wondered if I would have do deal with you. Plasmius told Skulker, who told Technus, who told Johnny 13, who told Youngblood, who told me. So I decided I'll make your new life here a living hell!" Ember explained, turning the knob on her guitar. Before she even had a chance to strum, Danny froze her inside a icy prison, before creating a large ball of ectoplasm and fired it at her.

Black dye began to drain from her hair, and revealed her flaming blue hair. She smiled, as Ron began to chant "Ember!"

"Oh no…" The classroom was a wreck, and no one had even touched a wand. They were all too busy dancing to notice what was happening.

Her flaming blue ponytail grew higher and longer. She grinned and got up from where she had landed. Her fist became pink and she began to continuously fire balls of ectoplasm. She phased through the roof. Danny soon followed her, but she had forgotten her guitar… He had picked it up and took it with him.

"Come and get me, Dipstick!" She teased, as she continuously flew up though the floors.

"You're gonna run out of floors to phase through you know." Danny said, as he flew through the Divintation tower, much to the surprise of many third years.

"You know, I'm not really in the mood for this now. I can't even think of some witty banter!"

"Wow. That's a first Dipstick!"

"I've gotten better since last time poop princess!"

"Whoa. That is such a great line Phantom." Her voice was full of so much sarcasm that it wasn't funny. Even Danny knew that the line was the crappiest he had ever come up with.

"I thought you were better than that Phantom."

"So did I. I think you might be forgetting something Ember…" She looked around.

"Oh dammit!" She cursed, flinging her hands up into the air, causing her poor disguise to fall off, revealing her usual skanky outfit.

Danny pulled her guitar from behind his back, and began to strum, much to the annoyance of Ember.

"Hey! You aren't doing that right!" She screamed, throwing herself at Danny.

"You actually are right… I don't really need this to defeat you…" Danny smiled, and threw the guitar as hard as he could, to the ground, which was around forty metres away.

"No! Not Buddy! No!" Danny snickered.

"Buddy? Since when did evil ghosts give their electric guitars names?" Ember's face looked angry, very angry.

She yelled and screamed, firing random ecto-blasts everywhere.

"Do you mind? I am trying to teach a class here and all I can hear is screaming!" Flitwick yelled from a second floor window. He soon looked up to see Danny Phantom and Ember McLain battling it out.

"Oops, sorry." He said sheepishly, closing the window.

The battle was going to last for ever if Danny didn't do something worthwhile soon. Ember's face was filled with rage, as she bolted at Danny, her hands glowing a deadly pink. Danny simply smiled. He pulled the Fenton Thermos from his pocket, and released the ghosts inside.

"Oh no… Not him again! Not him!" She yelped, collecting the wreckage of her 'Buddy.'

"Do you want to be my friend?"

"No!" Ember flew off, out of the Hogwarts gates, and far away. But she had a very friendly companion. Klemper.

Danny sucked the ghost dog back up into the thermos. He flew of back towards the classroom. He phase through the walls, and transformed back to Danny Fenton in the hallway. He quietly entered the room unnoticed. Everyone was still partying hard, even though the music had been stopped ten minutes ago. Hermione was just sitting at her desk, reading a book that was entitled, Ghosts and The Ghost Zone. 'Uh oh.' Danny thought, making his way back to his seat.

"So Hermione, what are you reading." Danny asked, although he knew what she was reading about.

"Just stuff."

"What kind of stuff?"

"If you must know, it is about your type of ghosts. It is actually quite interesting. I think that teacher was Ember McLain."

"Oh, her."

Hermione nodded. She opened her mouth to speak, but was beaten to it by Danny.

"It's okay if you've figured it out. I know you're a smart cookie."

"But-"

"Just don't tell anyone okay? I don't really want the whole school knowing by dinner." Hermione looked shocked.

"How did you know I knew?"

"Hello! Invisibility, the ability to fly! I might be dumb, but I know when something is wrong." Danny smiled.

"Can I tell Ron and Harry?"

"No."

"Okay then. This class is acting like a bunch of maniacs. Maybe we should go and speak to McGonagall." Danny nodded, and the two of the walked out of the hectic classroom.

They were both silent on the way. When they arrived, McGonagall was with a class of sixth years. Fred and George waved at them.

"Yes?" McGonagall said sharply.

"Can I talk to you?"

"Yes Mr. Fenton. Is Miss. Granger coming too?"

"Why not? Yeah, Hermione can come." McGonagall nodded and she gestured the children into a corner of the room.

"What is it?" The Professor asked.

"Well, Ember McLain was out Defence Against the Dark Arts teacher!" Danny blurted.

"Ahh, yes that. Clockwork sent her as a test."

"What type of test would that had been?" Danny was puzzled. Why would Clockwork send Ember?

"To test if you aren't busy… If you catch my drift."

"Okay… But why?"

"I cannot tell you, as I do not know. Dumbledore and Clockwork have a close connection and Clockwork has information on a prophecy, war and death. I am not allowed to know anymore. I suggest you tell your cousin and friends to be prepared…"

Danny nodded, even though he was quite confused. He and Hermione walked out of her classroom.

"Oh and tell the students they have the rest of the period off." McGonagall stated from the front of her room. Hermione nodded and they walked off.

"We have to tell Harry and Ron." Hermione stated.

"I already said, you can't tell them!" Danny replied dryly.

"No, about the war. McGonagall said war, death and something about a prophecy."

"Yeah, okay then. We are going to have to start preparing." Danny gave her a half-smile and they walked off.

"It's my third day and I already have to worry about some war… Great. This year is going to be a lot of fun…" His voice was filled of sarcasm. Hermione giggled and they both entered the classroom to give the students the good news about their free period.