Authors note-

Heyo ya'll! Unchartedfate here, I wanted to say ahead of time that I apologize for any inaccuracies, it's been a real long time since I read the Harry Potter series, okay well not THAT long, I'm only 15. Anywho, i've tried my best but just in case. This is also my first crossover! Yay! I appreciate any feed back huns!

Disclamer: I don't own any characters or concepts from Harry potter or Danny Phantom, sadly. In fact i own nothing. Ima go cry in a corner for a while. Excuse me.

Chapter 1-

Dark clouds rolled over head and lighting light up the dark sky, fat drops of rain slapped against the windows of a large brick house. A dark figure hesitated outside the window, before disappearing, not flying away, simply disappearing into thin air.

Inside, a figure in a small single bed tossed in his sleep, shivering as a blue mist escaped his mouth, pulling him out of his slumber. But before he had a chance to even move, a rope curled around his ankle, yanking him out of his bed and slamming him against the opposite wall.

'It is way too early for this!' he thought to himself tiredly, his head throbbing. He rose to his feet, wide glowing circles appeared around his waist, traveling in opposite, and transforming the boy into a completely different being. His pitch black hair became white a black beanie sitting loosely on the back of his head, his piercing blue eyes turned eerily green, and his pajamas were replaced by a tight black tank top and pitch colored skinny jeans, white, fingerless arm warmers and white combat- style boots covering his hands and feet, a D insignia printed on his chest.

However, nights like this were not a strange occurrence for young Daniel Fenton. In fact, it happened on a weekly basis. Ever since he was fourteen, Danny had acquired a strange talent, one that constantly put himself and everyone around him in danger. Making the mistake of venturing inside one of his parents inventions, in a painful instant, his DNA had been fused with ectoplasm, and he was no longer human. His life had never been normal, but his new found powers took it over the top. Now he was constantly attacked by ghosts, hunted down, shot at, and on top of that he had to put on a normal air and continue going to school, not to mention keeping his secret, well, secret. He was Danny Phantom, the ghostly savior of the town Amity Park, and only four people in the entire world knew it. (One of which he wasn't particularly fond of.

"I am here for you pelt ghost boy! Prepare yourself!" a voice boomed.

"Dude, you really have to get a hobby Skulker!" He shot back, sliding into a fighting stance.

The mechanical ghost phased through the wall, a wide grin forming on his face as he glared down on his prey. "I am the ghost zones greatest hunter! I do not need a hobby. There is a reward for your capture, and I have come to collect."

"I don't think so." Danny said mockingly, his hands glowing green as he fired two ecto-blasts. He fired, knocking his opponent back into the wall with a loud crash. The plaster was cracked and the wall destroyed, making Danny groan in dread. He had no idea how to explain that one to his parents. But before the hunter could react, the halfa turned intangible and flew outside, hoping to keep his room from certain destruction, and not wake his ghost- obsessed parents.

But before he got far, a glowing green net appeared in front of him, trapping him inside. Electricity coursed through it, for a few moments, Danny saw stars, before he collected energy around himself, blasting the net away.

"This time I will win. I have no desire to be trapped inside that thermos of yours welt."

"Good luck with that one." Danny shouted, charging an ice blast, his pale skin and gloves glowing blue before he put them both together releasing the blast at the mechanical hunter. Skulker flew into the pavement, enveloped in a cloud of smoke. Danny wiped his hands and reached for the Fenton Thermos, but as his head was turned a missile was shot from the cloud.

As Skulker emerged, he spotted Danny on his hands and knees on the roof of the Fenton home. He was panting heavily, green ectoplasmic blood pooled beneath his hands, as he coughed up more. He raised his head and glared at the ghost who merely raised an eyebrow. Danny smirked and raised one hand, the thermos aimed right at the hunter.

"Oh crud" he muttered before a blue ray shot out and pulled the ghost into the container. Danny groaned and pushed himself to his feet, he'd never been a morning person, due to his nightly habit of staying up way later than was good for him. But he'd managed to train himself to function with a lesser amount of sleep, there or four hours was typical, five or six and he was sleeping in. However, Danny didn't appreciate being yanked from his already restless sleep to be beaten up by a ghost at four- twenty in the morning.

It was useless to go back to sleep now, so he flew back through his window, turning back into Danny Fenton before pulling on his clothes for school.

Since the time he was a freshman at Casper high, his wardrobe had changed. He'd replaced the red and white shirt for more modern styles, usually tighter bro-tanks or tee shirts, more fitting of his more muscular, but slim body. His jeans were now skinnier but slightly lose, his feet now sporting red Vans. Even though his outfit had changed, he was still skinny, short, unpopular Daniel Fenton, his best friends in the world a techno geek and a Goth ultra- recyclo vegetarian.

He transformed back into his ghostly half and took off through the wall, his backpack secured tightly around his shoulders as he sped through the air.

Harry stared lazily up at the sky as he wandered slowly through the fields nearby his house. He did this often, letting his mind slip away as he thought of everything imaginable. From what his life would have been like if he hadn't been raised by the Dursleys, to why he always lost so badly at Wizards chess every time he played against Ron. It was one time in his constantly chaotic life that he got to relax, to let go and let his guard down.

White fluffy clouds milled over head, spotting the bright blue sky with cottony white. He sighed loudly and looked down at his feet, kicking a small stone as his tennis shoes scuffed over the sidewalk. He was currently dreading returning to his 'home' at the Dursleys, feeling their scorning gaze just waiting for him to mess up. He hated them, he lived only for school to start so he could get away from that place, he hated the way he treated them. It reminded him of Draco Malfoy but on a whole different level.

"Harry Potter! Where are you? There are chores that need to be done!" a screeching voice called from the house up ahead. It was as normal as any house could get, bleak brown siding, neat flower beds, and a tiny walkway to the front door. He picked up his pace, wiping his feet before letting himself inside and heading towards the living room where the Dursley family waited. Petunia looked up from her knitting, glaring at him before setting it down.

"Just where have you been? You leave in a week and you have yet to clean the kitchen, wash the dishes, trim the flower beds, pull the weeds, or clean out the spare room." She fumed.

"I'm sorry, I was just taking a walk for a bit" he insisted.

"Well don't just stand there boy! Get to work!" his uncle ordered, stuffing yet another chocolate chip cookie into his mouth.

"And while you're in the kitchen, make Dudders a snack, he looks hungry." Aunt petunia said, picking up her knitting.

Harry turned to the kitchen, rolling his eyes in exasperation. He pulled out a loaf of bread, cutting off two slices before pulling out meat, and with a grin, a jar of spicy peppers. As stealthily as he could, he sliced up the peppers, folding them into the meat before throwing it all together and handing it to his overweight cousin who promptly shoved it into his mouth. He hurried outside, a pair of hedge clippers clutched in his hand, grinning as he listened to the desperate shrieks echoing from the living room.

He only had to withstand the agony for one more week, one more week and he would be the haven called Hogwarts. All he had to do was stay out of trouble for that long and he'd be home free. All that was on his mind was the school, thinking of his friends, the classes he would get to take, and all the fun they'd had over the years.

Sure, they kept in contact through his snowy owl Hedwig, but it wasn't the same as seeing them in person. He missed them more than anything in the world, but he only had to wait a little longer before he could see them again.

He set about trimming the flowers, pushing his jet black hair out of his eyes, and rolling up the sleeves to his deep red, oversized shirt. None of his clothes fit, even now, his baggy jeans hung loosely off his thin hips.

It took almost four hours to complete the rest of his chores before he was free to disappear into his room, staring at a moving picture of his parents as he lay on his bed, trying to pass the time.

The rest of his week flew by in a flash, and before he knew it, he was packing his bags with all his belongings, a wide smile on his lips. The Weasly's were already on their way to pick him up, and in an hour or so, he'd be free of the Dursleys. His chores had all been done, his room now full of Dudleys old junk, and his luggage carelessly tossed out in the drive way. He sighed loudly, but inside he felt like laughing, he knew he would have a great year.