Hmmm... interesting, I looked on this site and I had yet to see a story like this... So... I hope you enjoy. This is another one of my impulse stories so it will take FOREVER to update but it'll be worth it.

Disclaimer: I will only say this once and it will be stated here and now. I DO NOT own Danny Phantom, I just borrow the characters. And I AM NOT an expert of world war II and the holocaust. I'm doing my best to research each part BUT I may even chance events that happened to fit with the story. If you are offended by this story just by knowing what it is, then don't read it. Thank you for your time.

Your Guardian Angel

Chapter 1

The Beginning of the End

When I see your smile

Tears run down my face

I can't replace

Sam smiled softly, grateful to meet her friend for a walk around the town. "I hear that Vlad is being more active than normal. He's planning like a Vlad youth or something." Sam shrugged.

"Yeah I know," Danny frowned, slouching heavily, "My parents are making me join." Sam laughed at Danny's beaten expression. "Why aren't your parents making you? Aren't your parents trying to make you, you know, high up with the government?"

"No, not anymore, they said something's wrong in the government, they don't like Jews getting in on stuff." Sam shrugged.

"Of course, the one with individuality gets away with it." Danny rolled his eyes as he straightened. "Well, Dad won't be happy about that. He always wanted to be apart of that secret organization, Guys In White, but he's Jewish."

"But he celebrates Christmas with you guys." Sam frowned, confused.

"He wanted all of us to be Christian, weirdo Dad, he said the Bar Mitzvah was bad enough. Never again, he said, never again." Danny laughed as they passed by a radio store.

Attention, Attention, this just in, Fuhrer Vladimir Masters has ordered that all Jews must wear yellow Davids.

Danny looked at Sam, surprised by the action. Sam laughed faintly. "That's really not much of a surprise. I kinda knew that was coming. Stop me from my individuality. Besides, wasn't it you who said Vlad had a thing for your mom?"

"Yeah, but what does that have to do with anything?"

"Vlad would do anything to have your mom as his wife right?" Danny nodded. "So first step is to find what's different from you Dad and himself, your Dad is a Jew like me. So Vlad blames it all on the Jews. It's the Jews fault your Dad took your Mom away from him. Then he'll label us and soon enough, he'll turn the whole world against us and Vlad'll find a way to get rid of us."

"That's not true, you're just being more pessimistic than usual!"

"Ha, you're funny Danny. I know when I'm being more pessimistic than usual but I'm just stating the truth, it's a rumor that's been going on for years Danny, it's just finally making itself known." Danny and Sam walked into a bakery for a small loaf of bread to munch on as they walked, "Besides, my parent's will get me out of Germany before it gets too rough. They still have inside connections."

"Connections, maybe that's what I need, that way I won't be failing math."

"Danny, you have the Fuhrer as your connection! I don't see how you could get a higher up connection than that!" Sam laughed. Danny shook his head lightly, thinking of how he overlooked it.

"Yeah, I guess not." Danny grinned sheepishly as he rubbed the back of his neck. "So who's that friend you said you had in France again?"

"Tucker Foley," Sam recalled, "he's my pen pal. It's interesting, he's of color. He says France treats him well there." Sam laughed at a memory. "He tells funny stories about his inventions and how they turn out. I remember, he said one just blew up and he was covered in a white powder for two weeks." Sam saw Danny grin as he imagined the image himself. " See, there you go – oh." Sam and Danny stopped dead in their tracks in front of Danny's house. Their smiles disappeared into blank faces.

A man with white hair stepped out from a black vehicle, a red handkerchief in his pale hand, giving a sense of foreboding to the two friends. "Ah, Daniel," the man smiled and then glared at Sam, "and Ms. Manson. I trust your day is going well?"

"Very." Danny held back his sarcasm. The man smiled and began to walk towards Danny's house. "Hey Sam, can I hang out in your house?" Sam gave him a glance but nodded.

"You're really stupid you know that?" Sam asked as they walked down the street to a gray and purple house.

"No, you're just really smart Ms. I'm Twelve and I'm in Danny's class. That's a two year difference, Two!" Sam laughed at Danny's exclamation. The two entered her house and headed up to her room. "It's not fair really." Danny pouted as they sat on her bed. "You being smart and all."

"Oh hush you ninny." Sam stuck her tongue out at him. Danny laughed at that. "It's not hard you know, just read once in a while." Danny looked around and saw the scattered books about the room and shook his head.

"I'm sorry but there's no way I'll read voluntarily." Danny could have sworn he heard another mutter of 'ninny' coming from Sam's throat. "Be quiet, I'm no ninny."

"Oh Samantha dear!" A woman with bright red hair came into the room, looking as happy as ever. "Your father and I decided that we're going on a trip around Europe." Danny and Sam looked at each other as the woman left as soon as she had come.

"In other words, we're running, told you." Sam frowned. "We're probably going to get those stupid labels and then just go. When Mother says these types of things, it means we leave tomorrow. Want to help me pack?" Sam asked lightly, pulling a carpetbag from underneath her bed.

"How long will you be gone?" Danny asked, handing Sam one of her favorite books.

"I told you Danny, we're running. In the off chance what I said doesn't happen, I'll be home in a month or two…" Sam packed away the book and a skirt. "But I'm telling you Danny…"

"You're coming back." Danny said firmly, surprising Sam enough to stop packing another book. "You are. Nothing bad is going to happen to you. We'll stay the same, you'll come back and we'll go to school together again. And you'll see, you're just being pessimistic."

"Hardly." Sam scoffed. "But in case I don't come back, ever… promise we'll find each other and we'll still be friends." Sam's eyes looked downcast, her gaze not meeting Danny's. "I have a bad feeling, I don't think I'll ever see you again once we go on this trip. I have a bad feeling with what Vlad is planning." Sam's body began to shake with fear.

"Sam…" Danny pulled Sam into his arms and held her close as she shook with fear. " I promise. It won't change, if you never come back, I'll find you. I want us to be friends and I don't want us to change."

"Grandma-ma says that another war will start over this feeling I'm having. She said everyone changes with war." Sam whispered, wrapping her arms around Danny as a source of stability.

"But we won't." Danny reassured her. They stood like that for a time, convinced that they were falling apart and the only way to stay together was to hold on tightly.

"Daniel, Daniel, your parents want you home now." A maid knocked on the door, shaking Sam from her empty thoughts. She pulled away, feeling more fragile than she had ever before.

"You should go, Fuhrer Masters would probably want to see the boy who he wants as his son." Sam waved her hand off as a dismissal as she picked up a photograph, prepared to pack it away.

"I'll see you tomorrow." Danny hugged Sam tightly one last time before exiting the room in a quick stride, leaving the door open behind him. Moments later, Sam watched from her window as Danny walked down the sidewalk towards his home, frowning, obviously bothered by what she said.

As night descended Sam had packed away all her necessities and very few wants. She had crawled into her nightgown and lay in her bed, thinking of the now required patches Jews had to wear, she thought in her darkness, mostly of Danny and how he seemed to feel about it all.

Moonlight flooded into the room, shining on the only yellow, a Star of David with Jude written on it. Sam stared at it for a while before turning on her side to avoid it. Sam vaguely wondered whether or not Danny was sleeping or staring at the stars. Maybe he was doing something different because the Fuhrer was in their home.

Her thoughts ceased and her questions answered in the following moment. A cry of pain pierced through her bedroom walls, it was Danny's voice, and she would never forget that sound.

The following morning Sam's parents had their bags at the door, a servant ready to cart the luggage off. Sam dumped her knapsack and carpetbag before rushing of to Danny's. As she rushed to Danny's home she saw him lying on the grass, staring at the now cloudy sky, his hand outstretched above him, as if amazed it was there.

"Danny! You're alright!" Sam exclaimed, hugging him as he lay on the grass. His body was stiff and uncomfortable; when Sam pulled away she noticed his blue eyes were almost blank. "I heard a cry from you last night and I was scared." Sam said, sitting on her legs. "I thought something bad happened but you're still alright."

"You could say that…" Danny trailed off, unsure what to say. He looked at his hand once more before sitting up abruptly. Danny shook the hollow look from his eyes and beamed at Sam. "So, one more walk around town, everyone's talking on how you're leaving today."

"Yeah." Sam nodded. She stood up and extended her hand towards Danny. "Coming?" Danny nodded and took her hand. He stood up, holding the hand firmly as if he never wanted to let go. Sam did not look bothered by the gesture even though people around town would surely talk.

Sam drank in all the sights for the last time, giving Danny's hand a squeeze to make sure he looked. And when he did Sam beamed like no other because he smiled too. But what Sam didn't notice is that when she wasn't looking Danny's eyes would become hollow again. For a moment every now and then, his free hand would disappear and he would squeeze Sam's hand tighter, convincing himself he was there.

"Samantha dear!" Sam's mother exclaimed as the two neared her house once more. "Ready to go?" Sam nodded, slipping her hand from Danny's. Danny frowned for a split second for the loss of her warmth.

"I'll see you…" Sam looked sadly at Danny. "…around, I guess. Don't forget our promise." She tucked a strand of hair behind her ear, looking blankly at the sky.

"I won't." Danny said, clenching his hand into a fist for a moment before reaching out and grabbing Sam. He pulled her close and kissed her forehead. "I will find you, I swear." Sam looked up just as he was going to kiss her head again and their lips met instead. Sam's eyes widened and pulled away immediately, her eyes wide, it was something she had known adults did and she was only twelve. Her cheeks went aflame, embarrassed and prepared for a scolding.

"Goodbye Danny, Adieu." Sam glanced at Danny one last time, her eyes filled with confusion with a hint of a different emotion… one of a child's crush.

Sam climbed into a black vehicle; similar to the one they had seen the day before and drove off with her family, leaving her best friend behind. "Danny!" A female voice called Danny's name as he watched the vehicle turn around the bend. Danny looked up to see a woman with brown hair and violet eyes, a woman he knew to be his mother, standing in front of his house. He walked over, looking at his mother blankly, feeling as if he had just lost everything.

"Vlad thinks he can help you, Danny, he has scientists more qualified than your father and I that can help you." His mother ruffled his hair lightly. "Maybe, going away for a while will help with Sam leaving. And maybe Vlad can cure you." Danny nodded to his mother but he knew that what his mother was saying was just a well-fed lie Vlad had given her.

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