Hey everyone, as celebration for April Fools day, I'm airing: Magic to Muggles, my new comedy fic. I'm looking for episodely guest hosts. If your interested, check out the my profile page in the story section.

I'm only gonna do the summary once, so pay attention!

Full Summary: Hey, and welcome to my show, Magic to Muggles. I'm your host, Ali Phantom. Join me as I kidnap, I mean, invite Harry Potter characters and "interview" them on my talk show, Magic to Muggles! Comedy, though does follow the book some. Takes place during Goblet of Fire book. Broadcasting LIVE from NEW YORK CITY!

And the disclaimer thingy.

Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter and sadly, I never will. I also don't own Danny Phantom, no matter how hard I wish, it's just not gonna happen, people.

Now please enjoy, Magic to Muggles!

"Hey everyone, I'm Ali Phantom and your watching: Magic to Muggles!"

The crowd cheered as Ali finished that sentence.

"Now, let's meet our first guest," said Ali "Harry Potter, the boy who lived!" The crowd cheered again as a 14 year old boy in black wizarding robes appeared on stage.

"What the, where am I?" he said.

Ali smiled evilly. "I'm Ali Phantom, and your on-"

"Magic to Muggles!" yelled the crowd. Harry's eyes widened.

"Wait, what? Your broadcasting this to Muggles?" he said slightly panicked.

Ali sighed. "Your on Magic to Muggles, my talk show, I made you appear here so I can interview you, and yes, we're broadcasting live worldwide."

Harry gasped. "Is this legal?"

Ali smirked as she remembered what had happened the week before.

Ali was walking down a dirty London street one day looking for something important. She found it.

Ali walked into the old, broken red telephone booth and closed the door. The phones apparatus was hanging crooked on the side of the telephone box. She pulled out a piece paper and held the receiver in one hand and dialed with the other. She dialed in the numbers 6,2,4,4,2 as she read them off the sheet. A cool female voice spread through the booth.

"Welcome to the Ministry of Magic. Please state your name and business." Ali held the phone to her ear.

"Ali Phantom, future talk show host, I'm here to speak with the Minister of Magic." "Thank you." said the voice. " Visitor, please take the badge and attach it to the front of your robe." Ali looked up at the ceiling.

"I don't have a robe."

"Oh," said the voice uncertainly. "Just attach it to your shirt then." There was a clink and the metal chute that usually let out change released a square, silver badge that said: Ali Phantom, talking with the Minister on it. She pinned it onto her light blue t-shirt as the voice spoke again.

"Visitor to the Ministry, you are required to submit to a search and present your wand for registration at the security desk, which is located at the far end of the Atrium."

The floor to the phone booth shuddered and slowly sank through the earth. About a minute later, the voice spoke yet again.

"The Ministry of Magic wishes you a pleasant day."

The door swung open and a very long hall that was very well furnished was revealed. However she ignored it so she would fail a test about it if there ever was one.

'Not paying attention to this stuffs going to come back to haunt me someday' she thought pointlessly.

Halfway down the hall, she almost bumped into a huge fountain with a tall wizard, a witch, a centaur, a goblin, and a house-elf. Coming out of the ends of the two wands, the tips of the goblins hat, centaur's arrow, and the house-elf's ears flew glimmering streams of water. She brushed of imaginary dust off here black jeans and continued down the hall.

It got very noisy as she went deeper because there were footsteps from witches and wizards coming in to work who were also going towards the golden gates at the end of the hall.

She was passing a large desk to the left of the gate marked security when a burly man walked out.

"Hey kid, I need to check your wand." Ali turned around. "Why?"

"Because I do." said the security guy. Ali shrugged. "Can't argue with that logic."

She walked towards the desk. "Alright," said security guy. "Put your wand here." he said pulling out a golden scale. "Oh, I don't have a wand." Ali said mater-of-factly. The security guy frowned , studying her carefully.

'She's just some stupid teen trying to talk to the Minister. The guy at the reception desk said that no one qualified to come in anyways, and he threw 'em out. Is he allowed to do even do that? Oh well, what harm could it do?' he shrugged. "Alright, that just makes my job easier." Ali nodded and went through the gates. She wrestled through the crowd and made her way to the reception desk.

"Hi, can you tell me where the Minister of Magic's office is please?" The receptionist chewed on his gum. "Do you have a reservation?" Ali thought for a second.

"I have a button don't I?" The receptionist looked at the square on her shirt and grinned.

"Good, I thought I'd have to throw you out like those other dweebs." He said pointing to a glass door that went outside. On the other side of the door, Voldemort and a bunch of Death Eaters were banging on it demanding to see the Minister. "Nasty temper they've got." The gum guy who will now be called Gerf because of his name tag led Ali through another hallway and stopped in front of a big golden door. " What's up with you people and yellow?" asked Ali. Gerf shrugged. "I think the decorator was a magic banana." Ali nodded. "Yeah, that would make sense." Gerf left and Ali opened the door. The office was very big with yet more yellow covering everything. 'the magic banana strikes again.' thought Ali sadly. Her attention turned to the desk in the back of the room where the Minister of Magic, Cornelius Fudge, was sitting in a chair tossing a bowler hat into the air. The door shut behind her and made enough noise that the Minister noticed.

"Ack!" exclaimed Fudge almost dropping his hat. "Who are you, what do you want?" he demanded. Ali grinned. "I'm Ali Phantom, and I want your permission to air a T.V. show about Harry Potter." she said dropping a file onto his desk. Cornelius frowned. "What kind of name is Ali Phantom?" Ali scowled at him. "Well I'm not named after chocolate." Cornelius frowned some more.

"Leave my name out of this." he said angrily. "Leave me and my hat alone." he finished spinning around in his spinny office chair. Ali glared daggers at him before two bluish rings traveled up and down her body. Her jeans and t-shirt disappeared and were replaced with skinny black jeans and a black long-sleeved shirt with a white AP on the front while her black hair was transformed into a silvery white and brownish eyes turned icy blue. She had completed to transformation into Ali Phantom, the 3rd halfa. Ali's hands glowed a light blue and she shot an ecto-blast at a lamp which then exploded. "I said, I WANNA AIR MY SHOW!" she yelled angrily. Fudge sank into his chair. "What do you think Hattie?" he whispered to the inanimate object. "Should I let the girl with the creepy powers win?" Ali sighed. "This is boring." said an annoyed Ali. She turned intangible and overshadowed the Minister.
"Yes, I would love to sign your 300 page contract concerning your show and your no lawsuit/arrest/and get-out-of-jail-free-for-me policy." said 'Fudge' happily. Ali jumped out of the Minister and transformed back into her human half as she sat in the chair across from Fudges. "What happened, and why do I feel like signing 300 pages of incredibly boring paperwork?" asked Fudge as he groaned loudly. "Because," said Ali. "You were about to approve my new T.V. show, and you already said yes." the Minister stared at her for a moment. "Uh, right, I'll start signing then." For the next ten minutes, he signed every piece of the boring paperwork without reading it. "There you go, yer all set." he said as he handed the file of legal papers back to Ali. Ali smiled. "Thanks" With that, Ali stepped out of the room, transformed into her alter ego, and flew back to the studio to set up for the show. Back in Fudges office, he sighed. 'Not reading that 300 page contract is going to come back and haunt me someday.' he thought sadly.

"I said, is this legal?" repeated Harry. Ali grinned happily. "It is now, now let's start the interview now shall we?" the crowd cheered.

"No," said Harry suddenly. The crowd groaned with disappointment.

"I'm not doing an interview right now, I need to get to Transfiguration." Ali's eyes flashed blue.

"Yes you will be interviewed." Harry frowned. "No, you can't make me because I don't wanna be interviewed right now." Ali's eyes flashed again.

"I can make you, you know why?" Harry shook his head slowly. "I can make you because I have scary security people around." she pointed off stage where an armed S.W.A.T. team was guarding the door. Harry gulped. "What do you want to know, and how fast do you want to know it?" he said quickly. Ali grinned evilly again. "Good, let the interview, begin!"

Alright, that's the first chappie, if anyone wants to be a guest host See story section of profile for details. I need some questions to ask Harry, if I get them, it shoudn't be too long until the next chapter. Tell me what you guys think so far.

Ali Phantom