Chapter 1: Drown In the Fear
Disclaimer: I obviously don't own Danny Phantom or Harry Potter
"Too weak to escape and you're too late to save them"
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Even in his sleep Daniel Fenton can't escape the truth. His family gone, dead- his fault. But he promised them that he would never turn into the horrible creature that ended not only the lives of his family and friends but effectively ended his as well. Or so he thought…
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"I'm up okay?!?!?!?!?"
'Ugh, I should be more careful, Valerie might walk in.' thought Danny as he got dressed for another, in his opinion, pointless day of living.
He had given up on school, at least for a while- he couldn't handle all the whispers and sympathetic glances. It had been a week, the longest week of his life. The funerals were fast- there was nothing left to bury. Everything he ever cared about gone in the blink of an eye, and it was his fault. The only thing stopping Danny from handing Vlad his parents will, stating that he was to live with Vlad, was a promise. That promise kept him here at Valerie's house, where he was about to leave to go for a walk in the park. He knew he couldn't stay with her much longer, Vlad was probably already looking up ways to adopt him and raise him to be his evil apprentice. Danny was losing faith in himself as he sat in Sam's tree when suddenly
-CRACK-
Startled, Danny fell out of the tree, and landed at the feet of a strange looking old man with a very long beard and half-moon spectacles who was wearing rather brightly colored robes along with a matching pointed hat.
"Ah, Daniel Fenton or should I say Phantom? A pleasure to finally meet you- are you alright?"
A dazed Danny was pulling himself to his feet.
"Who are you and how do you know my secret?" Danny demanded
"Oh I'm sorry, how rude of me, I'm Albus Dumbledore and I am headmaster of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. I'm here to deliver your acceptance letter. Oh and I offer my condolences for your terrible loss Daniel."
Danny cringed at the mention of his dead loved ones- his fault. "What?"
"Ah, you see Daniel-"
"Call me Danny"
"Well Danny, you see, I'm a wizard and you are as well. I'm here to inform you of your acceptance to my school, Hogwarts where you may learn to develop your skills-"
"What… I'm a wizard?!? He said slowly "You expect me to believe this?" scoffed Danny
"Ghosts exist, do they not? Why is it so crazy that magic also exists?"
'He's got a point, might as well play along' thought Danny
"Let's pretend for a second that 'magic' exists. Prove it."
'I really wish people would leave me alone nobody really understands what I'm going through. I not only lost all my loved ones but it was technically my fault and now I have to stop myself from becoming evil. I don't need to deal with practical jokers as well' thought Danny
"What would you like me to do?"
"Any chance you can bring the dead back to life?" questioned Danny sarcastically
"I'm sorry Danny but I cannot do that, however it appears that the tree behind you believes my story."
"What are you talking ab-" Danny muttered as he turned around only to see Sam's tree on fire.
"PUT IT OUT!" screamed Danny
"It was only an illusion, the tree is fine, see, nothing to worry about?" and sure enough there was no fire and no sign that there ever had been one.
"Fine I believe you now." Danny sighed "But even if I agree to go to your magic school I have no money to pay tuition."
"You don't need to pay tuition to attend Hogwarts." Replied Dumbledore cheerfully
"Where is this school? You don't sound American."
"The school itself is in Scotland, but most students arrive there by taking the Hogwarts Express from Kings Cross Station in London."
"I can't afford to get to London either." sighed Danny; they had been over this before. After his parents deaths the money from the research grants had stopped, all Danny had was Fenton Works and the money his parents had saved- which wasn't much.
"Don't worry about transportation, I have that covered"
"Fine, can I have a day to think about this?"
"Absolutely, if you accept meet me here at this time tomorrow with everything you want to take with you."
The next day…
'I guess I should accept, this could be just the way to keep my promise and escape from Vlad and my future. Valerie can handle the ghosts here, right? But what should I tell her? I can't just disappear, no matter how much I wish I could.' Thought Danny as he weighed his options, neither of which particularly appealed to him:
Go to Vlad's and possibly become the worst evil the world has ever faced
Go to "Hogwarts" and learn magic
Isn't life just wonderful?
'Hogwarts it is.' thought Danny as he packed all his belongings into his purple backpack. He didn't want to take much; all he packed was a few pairs of pants, sneakers and shirts, a couple of Fenton thermoses, and a picture of him with his family and friends- from a much happier time. Now all he had to do was write a note to Valerie explaining his absence and thank her and her father for taking him in.
Dear Valerie and Mr. Gray,
Thank you so much for taking me in, I'll never be able to thank you enough. I was offered a place at a boarding school in England after they heard about my situation. I have to accept immediately, or forfeit my spot, so this is goodbye. Once again thanks, I'll try to keep in touch.
-Danny
With that done Danny headed out to meet Dumbledore at the park, and with any luck keep his promise.
"Ah, Danny, I thought you would show up. Ready to go?"
"As I'll ever be." muttered Danny "How are we getting there?"
"Apparition of course!" replied Dumbledore brightly
"What?"
"We're basically 'teleporting' there. You may feel some discomfort for a short while, but it's nothing to worry about. Now, please grab my arm, don't let go, and we'll be off."
"Alright…" replied Danny uncertainly, as he grabbed the old man's arm. Almost immediately the world blacked out and Danny got the unpleasant feeling of being pressed down upon from all sides. Just as soon as it started though, it ended and Danny's brain, after a few seconds of unscrambling itself, registered he was now on average looking British street, in front of number's 11 and 13 Grimmauld Place.