On the next morning, Harry was looking forward to the next day for the food and the fun, and a lot of presents, of course. When he woke early in the morning, the first thing he did was going into living room, but his sister beated him to it. She was sitting on an armchair with crossed hands and a pout on her face.

"Merry Christmas," she said grumpily.

"You, too," Harry greeted, confused, "What's wrong?"

"Mommy said we can't open the presents yet," Ellie answered, turning to the huge pile of presents under the Christmas tree.

"That would be rather impolite, wouldn't it?" Danny asked, leaning on the wall with a cup of coffee in his hand. He wore a black T-shirt with the phrase 'I'm dead and proud of it' printed on it, "Plus the only one sleeping here is Ron. Harry, breakfast is on the table."

Harry walked into the kitchen, and was immediately greeted by the smell of hot chocolate. Twins were nowhere to be seen, and Ember was sitting at the table. Legs on it and mug with hot chocolate in her hand. Harry recalled that she doesn't let Danny to do that. Ember smiled at her adoptive son.

"Merry Christmas, Harry!" She said cheerfully, spilling some liquid on the floor, before shrugging. This was her husband's part of the house to clean. He was just too humble to have any servants.

"Merry Christmas, Mom," he responded, sitting on the table and helping himself some waffles.

"Where are Fred and George?" He asked. Ember looked thoughtful.

"They better not try to touch my guitar again," she said, a bit angrily, "they tore a string on it. And that is unforgivable, you know that, babypop."

"You didn't do anything to them after that, right?" Ember just whistled innocently, before popping jelly bean from the box in her mouth, before coughing in disgust at the horrible taste, "How do you eat them?" She choked, making Harry laugh. Ron walked into the room, confused about the scene before him.

"What happened?" He asked.

"Mom got a nasty bean," Harry laughed. Ron was about to say something, but Ember turned to him.

"Not. A word, dipstick," she said menacingly. He quickly raised his hands in surrender, "good." Ember finished as Ron situated at the table.

"Did you guys know that you have a poltergeist here?" Ron asked after a few minutes. Ember and Harry looked at each other with raised eyebrows.

"And how did he look like?"

"I woke up in the middle of the night and was really thirsty. I went downstairs, and heard something in the kitchen. I thought it was someone of you guys, so I went there and saw a poltergeist. He looked like overweight guy in some muggle clothes," Harry and Ember started to laugh.

"Did he by any chance shouted 'Beware!' before dissappearing?" Ember asked. Ron nodded, "Nah, don't be bothered by this idiot, he is harmless."

"But he threw a juice box at me!" Ron exclaimed.

"I don't think this is considered a harm, mate," Harry said.

"And I was wondering where all the juice boxes went," Danny commented, walking into the kitchen and putting his mug in the coffee machine, "So, good ol' Boxy stole them, huh? This guy doesn't leave us even half across the world."

"Danny," Ember warned, "this is your third one," he laughed nervously, rubbing the back of his neck.

"Relax, hon, I'm NOT getting addicted. Plus, have you tried this Columbian coffee? It is magnificent!"

After his coffee was ready, Danny went down into his lab, he won't even touch the documents at this wonderful day. That was it, he was taking a day off. Well, he took it yesterday and the day before, too...Phantom had more interesting things to do, anyway. Changing Ecto-filtrator wasn't the most exciting thing, however.

Once he went down, he saw the twins fiddling around his newest toy. Danny shrugged nonchalantly, it wasn't finished yet, so no harm done.

"Early Bird gets the spoil, huh?" He joked, calling their attention, before making a gulp from his mug.

"Hey, Mr. P."

"What's this thing?" George, or Fred, lifted a metal construction from the table. Danny continued his way to the portal, putting a mug on the table nearby.

"That's just a little hobby of mine. Completing a few orders, I once was even asked by British government to make some radiation protection," Phantom answered without looking back. Danny kneeled near the portal and took out a screwdriver.

"Radiation?"

"Yeah, muggles learned to get an enormous amount of electricity out of simple rocks. Well, not simple per say, their atomic structure is very peculiar. Their usage is also connected with a great risk. One mistake, and a huge amount of now free molecules will be in the air. They cause diseases which can't be healed by magic or otherwise, because they are destroying the cells your bodies are made of," the twins shivered, even if they did not understand half of the words.

"Muggles are weird," they said. Danny chuckled.

"But how do you know it?"

"Those are basics on Science lessons in muggle schools. And I studied there for pretty long time."

"And what about wizarding one?" Danny snorted.

"Self taught. They won't have accepted me, anyway. I mean, even if I can stun the enemy with a move of the hand, I can't cast a simple Alohomora. They thought I was useless, HA! Who's laughing now?" The twins were very interested in his story.

"Bet that they will get along with Dad?" Fred asked.

"I don't want to lose, so I won't."

There was a sound of crash.

"What are you doing?"

"Changing the filtrator," Danny grunted, "boring thing, but extremely important. I don't want to blow up city block, I like this city too much, mind you. A little help here, take the metal box from the first shelf on the left. It has words 'ecto-filtrator' written on it."

Fred and George looked at each other, before shrugging and looking where Danny said. The filtrator was there, it fit the description, besides one thing, it was covered in green glowing liquid. The twins grimaced.

"Don't," Danny stopped them abruptly, still fiddling near the portal, "Take on the gloves first. Despite how useful it can be, third hand is unneeded," the twins turned to each other again.

"Go you."

"No, you first."

"I insist," Fred sighed, before taking on the thick white leather glothes. He picked up the box and dragged it across the lab, ectoplasm dripping on the floor all the way. Without looking back, Danny just outstretched his hand, where Fred put the filtrator. His eyes widened once he realized that Phantom wasn't wearing gloves. Danny looked at it, before the groan escaped his mouth.

"Just great, another leak," He got up and walked to the metal table. He noticed the twins' looks on his way, "I'm immune to that stuff, guys, you, however," he pointed his screwdiver at them, "are not," Danny picked up the metal mask and took it on. The next action awed the kids, since the end of Phantom's pointing finger set on a small green fire, "Step aside, boys," muffled voice sounded from behind.

He started to melt the metal together, and small sparks flew out of it. He usually phazed two pieces together, but it was a leak and this trick wouldn't work this time, plus he wasn't alone. Finally he checked all the holes and took off the mask.

"Phew," Danny wiped the sweat and walked to the portal, "Have you studied mandragora yet?" He asked suddenly.

"Yeah."

"Last year," Danny hummed, putting on the earplugs.

"Well, it will be a symphony compared to this."

He unplugged the previous filtrator, and the horrible wail of thousands of souls filled the room. Fred and George covered their ears, while Danny quickly put a new one on its place, connecting wires and tubes to the machine, and the wail stopped.

"What was this?" The twins asked at the same time.

"My parents called it 'ecto-interference', when you tear down the fabric of space such things tend to happen," Danny grinned at the kids' shocked faces.

-Later-

"C'mon, c'mon, c'mon! Let's open them!" Ellie said excitedly, dragging two boys out of the kitchen. She was pretty strong despite her appearance. Damn supernatural strength.

"Slow down, Ellie!" Harry said, trying to get out from his sister's deadly, pun intended, grip. This vain actions earned a laugh from their parents, who watched the transpiring scene with amusement and the twins as well.

"Alright then, what's first?" Danny asked, glancing on a pile, "Maybe this ones?"

There were two similar thick parcels.

"These are from Aunty Jazz!" Ellie exclaimed after reading the tag, before opening her present. Harry did the same.

"Jeez, another one?" He asked incredulously, looking at the thick psychology encyclopedia in his parcel. Ellie got the same one.

"Ah, dear Jazz, the same as always," Danny said, "I guess being the Hambridge Professor does that to people."

"What is Hambridge?" Ron asked.

"One of the most prestigious muggle schools," Danny simplified. Money for applying in university were mostly from the Ghost King's treasury, since Fentons' little business wasn't profitable enough. He remembered his 'parents'' faces for the rest of his eternal afterlife, when he handed his sister thirty fifty thousand dollars. He was sixteen back then, and for him to be richer than the rest of the family... Ah, childhood was sweet.

Harry's next present, a very small parcel, contained a note.

"Hey Fred, guess who sent this present," the second twin scrutinized his eyes, "Oh, Mom made him a Weasley sweater!"

Harry had torn open the parcel to find a thick, hand-knitted sweater in emerald green and a large box of homemade fudge.

"Every year she makes us a sweater," said Ron, unwrapping his own, "and mine's always maroon."

"That's really nice of her," said Harry, trying the fudge, which was very tasty.

Ellie got a large box of Chocolate Frogs from Hermione, which made her squeal in delight and Danny flinch after one of them jumped out of the box at him.

"Witchcraft," he muttered, earning a laugh from the others, especially from Ember, "It's not funny!"

"Oh, wait before Kitty will hear that," she wiped a tear from her eye.

"You wouldn't dare!" Ember smirked.

"Wanna bet? 'Lord Phantom is scared of candy frog', I already see the main headline of the newspapers."

"You are evil."

"I thought you knew that since we met as kids," Ember smirked.

"You mean that time you tried to take over the muggle world or that time you tried to fry me?" Weasleys' jaws dropped.

"Hey, if not for that goth chick I would have succeeded," she said cockily, "And I strongly remember that I kicked your butt back then."

"First two times, but I won in the end and every time after, didn't I?"

"Wow, wow, wait," Fred waved his hands rapidly.

"You were a dark witch?" George incredulously asked the blue haired woman.

"Yeah," Ellie answered, before hugging her mother's neck, "But Mommy is good now!" Ember smiled softly and ruffled her daughter's hair.

"Ah, love between the Auror and dark witch, what a romance," Danny smiled, before the kids grimaced, "Sheesh, you are too young to understand. Wait before birds and bees talk. Everyone must go through this suffering. Anyways, since your parents sent gifts to Harry, I guess it's fair to return the favor," he grinned, looking at Weasleys. He walked to the closet and looked inside, "Alright, where did I put them?" He muttered.

"What do you think that is?" Ron asked Harry, but received only shrug. That was Danny they were talking about. He was way too unpredictable.
"Ah, here they are!" Danny exclaimed, almost tripping over all the junk from the closet, which kept growing ever since their family had moved in London. His father's hate to throw away the old items came to him by heritage.

Danny held three long parcels in his hands and put them in front of the redheaded kids. 

"Thankfully Boxy hadn't found them," Danny laughed, before making a 'go on' gesture. Weasleys opened the parcels and to say that they were surprised will be an understatement, "I heard that those brooms you are flying on are good for nothing. So, a little donation to the team is in order. And as for you, Ron, well, Harry told me you always wanted one of those," Danny shrugged, while Ron stroked his Nimbus with admiration.

"Wow, thanks, Mr. P!" Danny chuckled, he liked to be called like this. He turned to his son with a smirk.

"I expect your team to win, my boy."

"Hope it wouldn't be like last time, huh, Fred?" Both adults looked at George with confused expressions on their faces.

"What was during the last time?" Danny asked. Behind their backs, two kids were making a swiping motion across their necks, signaling not to say anything. Too sad George hadn't noticed.

"Someone jinxed Harry's broom and he almost fell on the ground," adults narrowed their eyes.

"Kids," Ember said slowly, while they tried to sneak out of the living room. They laughed nervously.

"Mind enlightening us?" Danny asked with crossed hands after putting coffee mug on coffee table.

"Well..." they looked at each other, before telling the whole story to their parents.

"And you decided that it is better not to tell us?" Ember asked incredulously.

"We..." Harry looked at his sister, "We thought that we will find proves first."

"You are just like your father," she shook her head, "He will first get smashed before he asks for help."

"And how your case is going?" Danny asked, still disappointed, but still curious. 

"Eh...not much. We just think it's Professor Snape," Ellie answered slowly. Danny shook his head.

"It's not Severus, that I can assure you," he fell back on the sofa.

"Wait, you know him?"

"Sure do. He may seem as grumpy fruitloop, but that's life what made him like that," Danny unnoticeably glanced at Harry, who looked really surprised, "and certain people. Don't judge him for who he is now, he had enough of that all along," he said seriously.

"But he WAS chanting," Harry said confused. Danny hummed.

"Did your broom stop for some amounts of time?" He asked.

"Yeah..."

"Then he wasn't jinxing your broom. He tried to counter it. Well, we'll think about this later. Plus you still have Christmas immunity for punishments, and there are still presents from us to open," kids smiled too, really glad that their father wasn't angry at them. At least as much as they thought he will.

"Your punishment will be later," Ember added, breaking their sunny dreams. Danny chuckled.

"Alright, Harry, this is a special one," he smiled, taking out a small box and giving it to his son.

Harry took it with a curious expression and felt it. It was very light. He unwrapped it.

Something fluid and silvery gray went slithering to the floor where it lay in gleaming folds. Ron gasped.

"I've heard of those," he said in a hushed voice, dropping the box of Every Flavor Beans, "If that's what I think it is...they're really rare, and really valuable"

"Oh, yes, I kept it for special occasion," Danny grinned.

Harry picked the shining, silvery cloth off the floor. It was strange to the touch, like water woven into material.

"Wow, where did you get an invisibility cloak?" said Ron, a look of awe on his face, "Try it on, Harry."

Harry threw the cloak around his shoulders and

"Now look down," Danny said.

Harry looked down at his feet, but they were gone. He dashed to the mirror. Sure enough, his reflection looked back at him, just his head suspended in midair, his body completely invisible. He pulled the cloak over his head and his reflection vanished completely. He took it off, shocked.

"Wow, thanks Dad!" Harry said loudly. The smile on Danny's face became wider.

"There is something you need to know about that cloak, Harry. It once belonged to your birth father," there was a silence. A long, awkward silence. Harry was rubbing the cloak in his hands.

"Really?" Was everything he asked. Danny got up and walked towards his adopted son. He kneeled near him and they were the same eyelevel.

"Yes Harry. I found it ten years ago, three years before we two met."

-Flashback-

"Jeez, what a paradise," Phantom commented sarcastically after accidentally stepping into muddy puddle. He just needed to take on his white boots. It was a gloomy place, Godric's Hollow, what a name. Instead of being present at the annual Halloween party or spending with his wonderful one year old daughter, he was here.

His hearing caught a noise. It was a loud rumble of the engine. Looking up, he saw a flying...motorcycle? Ah, wizards and their quirks. Wait, what were they doing here in the first place? Danny growled, the last thing he wanted is to be involved in this foolish war they had. Killing each other just because some guy didn't like their blood. Is he a vampire to be so picky about the blood? One time he would have intervene, but he hadn't considered himself a wizard, he didn't like them, and they treated him like nothing back home just because he wasn't able to cast most of the spells. Seriously, why would he need a spell to lift objects if a simple move of the hand was enough? Being half ghost has pros and cons. Thankfully the American Ministry was unaware about it until it was too late.

But he was getting carried to the side. Shaking miserable memories out of his head, Phantom started to look for needed house. His ghost sense picked some signatures coming from the graveyard, and...How come he hadn't sensed all this magic in the first place? There sure was more than enough, especially in...this house. Some nagging feeling appeared in his stomach. Something was wrong, but he felt just like six years ago, the feeling of something historical happening. Danny shrugged to himself and opened the rusty door, stepping inside the yard. It was quiet. Too quiet.

The door wasn't locked, which was surprising. On the inside was just as quiet as on the outside. Nothing interesting on the first floor, simple living space, nothing more. Ghost King floated on the second floor. And the first he saw, was a dead body. Phantom stood there, completely stunned. Of all the places he could be in, it was a place of murder. Shaking his head, he inspected the dead man closely. Killing curse, that much was undoubtful. That man was James Potter. Despite being out of this conflict, Phantom's ghostly spies were looking after both sides. He now lived there, and he needed to assure his family's safety. Standing up, Danny noticed a small flower on his chest. Someone was here, that's for sure. But that 'someone' hadn't had much time to bury the corpse.

There was nothing Danny could do, bringing dead to life was impossible even for him. He continued his exploring. The room he was in was apparently for a kid. A baby, judging from the crib. He sure will know, he has a baby too. There was also another corpse. Assumption was right, Lily Potter was dead as well. Not a sign of the child, though. The same person who put flowers on them seemed to take him. Then his eyes fell on a cloak on the floor. Maybe another dead, he couldn't say for sure. But traces of dark magic were noticeable, which strengthened his suspicions.

Then Phantom recalled why he came here. He walked to the adults' bedroom. There he started his search. He felt bad for looting in that house, but Clockwork said it was important, and he will not advice something ill. That was when he found the cloak. Invisibility cloak. Danny raised his eyebrow, but still decided to keep it. That was what he was searching for.

His hearing caught a loud crack of wizards' apparation. Briefly glancing out of the window, he saw a group of people in skull masks.

"Start searching!" One of them ordered. What for, was left unknown to Phantom.

He let out some ectoplasm, so he looked transparent and silvery gray, just like the ghosts wizards got used to. He just floated behind the Death Eaters and reappeared.

"Looking for something?" He asked innocently, lying in the midair. Dark wizards turned in his direction.

"Get lost, ghost," the leader spat.

"Now, now, no need to be so harsh. I'm merely asking," they went away from Danny. 'Just ignore him', they all thought. They couldn't do anything to a ghost. "Hey, I'm trying to build a conversation," he appeared in front of them with crossed hands, "I know your master kicked off, but that's not the reason to be rude."

"How dare you to speak about the Dark Lord..." Phantom looked at the woman.

"I say what I want, madame, I'm already dead," he said nonchalantly, before grinning widely. Lestrange growled.

"If I could, I would have tortured you until you lost your consciousness."

"Like with Longbottoms? Well, you may try to get me now," he downed his head close to her, as if asking for a slap or punch.

"I'm not so moronic, now get out of my way," she went past him, but then something happened. Phantom tripped Lestrange, making her fall in the mud. His leg became solid.

"What the..."

"He is a poltergeist!" Death Eaters stepped away from the ghost, who had a deadpan expression on his face.

"Poltergeist?" He asked incrediously, "Of all the insults I've heard, this is the most offending!" He punched the nearest Death Eater after teleporting next to him. "Can POLTERGEIST do it?! My last warning, get lost, or next time it won't be a simple punch," the wounded Dark wizard on the ground moaned, before getting up. His mask was crashed, so he took it off, revealing a man with gray eyes and white-blond hair. Danny tried to recall his name. Something screaming about him being the bad guy...Ah, Lucius, yes that was it.

Dark wizards hesistated, before finally deciding to attack. They started shooting their spells. The air was filled with red light, but Danny graciously avoided the blasts, one of the Death Eaters became an unlucky victim of friendly fire. Thankfully for him, it was a simple Stupefy. Phantom looked at his pocket clock. It was time to feed his baby girl. He sighed, he was having fun around there, for goodness sake. Phantom charged the deadly green blast and shot it at one of the dark wizards. He fell on the ground from the strong shot. He hadn't moved, which led the Death Eaters to the only logical assumption, this Poltergeist just shot a CURSE.

Phantom grinned toothily, before going at his opponents. He was blocking the hits with the shields he was creating with a move of his hand, before responding with the blasts of his own. He wasn't worried. Only South American shamans knew the way to fight against ghosts.

"Avada Kedavra!" A green blast MANAGED to break the shield and hit him, but...

"Did you really just shot killing curse at the GHOST?" Phantom rubbed his temples, before shooting back. The woman ducked out of the shot.

"Retreat!" Lucius ordered.

Phantom watched as the Death Eaters started to apparate away with loud cracks. He broke laughing. That was fun, he hadn't any fights for a while. No one even challenged him for a throne. Danny became solid again, before teleporting away, completely unaware about the witness in half moon spectacles, who watched the whole ordeal with huge interest.

-Back in the future, But later-

"Danny, we need to talk," Ember said seriously. They have already accompained their kids and Weasleys to the Hogwarts Express and were back home alone.

"Yes," he said, not looking up from his paperwork, scribing something on them. Ember narrowed her eyes slightly.

"Danny, look up at me," she said, sitting near her husband's desk. He did as she told, putting his pen on the table.

"Something is wrong, Em?" Danny asked.

Ember sighed. "I'm just worried about the kids. I know you don't suspect your buddy, but there is still someone after Harry. I don't want anything to happen with him."

Danny picked up the pen again and continued to scribe something. "I don't want that as much as you, hon. You have something particular in your mind?"

"Well, you can go there and find out who that bastard is for example," Phantom smirked widely.

"Funny," he raised the list of paper, before the letter dissappeared in green fire, "I had the same thought."