This story takes place during the 'Order of the Phoenix' in the 'Harry Potter World' and after 'D-Stabilized' but before 'Phantom Planet' in the 'Danny Phantom world'.

Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter, or Danny Phantom

"I think Harry ought to be allowed in this," Lupin continued. "He's old enough to decide for himself."

"I want to know what's going on," Harry said almost immediately.

Harry did not look at Mrs. Weasley, he had been touched by her concern and her saying that he was as good as her son, but Lupin and Sirius were right, he was not a child, and he deserved to know what was going on with the 'order'.

"…Very well," said Mrs. Weasley, her voice cracking. "Ginny, Ron, Hermione, Fred, George, I want you all out of this kitchen, now."

There was an instant uproar at Mrs. Weasley's command.

"We're of age!" Fred and George bellowed together.

"If Harry's allowed, why can't I?" shouted Ron.

"Mum, I want to hear!" wailed Ginny.

"NO!" shouted Mrs. Weasley, silencing everyone as she stood up from her chair, her eyes overly bright. "I absolutely forbid-!"

"Molly, you can't stop Fred and George," interrupted Mr. Weasley wearily. "They are of age."

"They're still in school."

"But they're legally adults now," said Mr. Weasley in the same tired voice.

"I-oh, all right then, Fred and George can stay, but Ron-"

"Harry'll tell me and Hermione everything you say anyway!" said Ron hotly. "Won't-won't you?" he added uncertainly, meeting Harry's eyes desperately.

For a split second, Harry hesitated and considered leaving Ron in the dark, see how he liked it, but the nasty impulse vanished as he looked in Ron's eyes.

"'Course I will," answered Harry.

Ron and Hermione beamed.

"FINE!" yelled Mrs. Weasley, her face red. "But Ginny, BED!"

Ginny did not go quietly. They could hear her raging and storming at her mother all the way up the stairs, and when she reached the all Mrs. Black's portrait's ear-splitting shrieks were added to the din. Lupin hurried off to the portrait to try and restore calm. It was only after he had returned, closing the kitchen door behind him and taking his seat at the table, that Sirius spoke.

"OK, Harry, what do you want to know?"

Harry took a deep breath and asked the question that had obsessed him for the last month.

"Where' s Voldemort?" he said ignoring the renewed shudders and winces at the name. "What's he been doing? I've been trying to watch the Muggle news and there hasn't been anything that looks like him yet, no funny deaths or anything."

"That's because there hasn't been any funny deaths," explained Sirius. "Well, not that we know of, and we know quite a lot."

"More than he thinks anyway," added Lupin.

"Then why has he stopped killing?" asked Harry, since he knew that Voldemort had murdered more than once in the last year alone.

"Because he doesn't want to draw attention to himself, you messed it up for him," explained said Lupin with a satisfied smile.

"How?" asked Harry, perplexed.

"You weren't supposed to survive!" said Sirius. "Only the Death Eaters were supposed to know of his return, and you survived and told Dumbledore, the only man Voldemort ever feared!"

"But that's not the only reason he's been in the shadows…" added Tonks mysteriously.

"What else has he been doing?" asked Harry, hearing Tonks' comment.

Sirius exchanged a glance with Lupin before speaking: "Voldemort had been after a few things, things he didn't have before…"

"What kind of things?" asked Harry curiously.

"…We can't tell you everything, but we CAN tell you that he's after a new creature to help him," said Sirius after some hesitation.

"What kind of creature?"

"…Well, it's a special kind of ghost living in America, he can turn tangible at will and he's very powerful, they call him… a Halfa, whatever that means…"

Harry's head whirled with the new information, a ghost that could be intangible AND tangible? And what the heck was Halfa?

"Dumbledore has sent me to go and find the Halfa," said Sirius proudly. "It's the only job I can do, since everyone thinks I'm a mass murderer here in good ol' England."

"When are you leaving?" asked Harry.

"Tomorrow, I have to find the Halfa first, before Voldemort's followers do…"

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