Ok, so this is my first fanfic! In no way do I own Danny Phantom.

6 months after Phantom Planet…

Danny walked into school. The initial attention from saving the world had died down and life was better than Danny could have ever expected. The school was free from bullying, Danny's grades were rising, and he and his family were closer than ever. At this point he wasn't getting mobbed by fans every time he turned around and Danny was finally starting to enjoy the fame. He sat down in class three minutes before the bell rang. The others students began to file in. Some smiled at him, others gave him high-fives, and Paulina batted her eyelashes in his direction. Sam grabbed Danny's hand and glared daggers at Paulina, who then scowled as she walked towards her seat. His whole life reminded him of the dream he had before he battled Nocturne. The bell rang and Mr. Lancer picked up his papers ready for his lesson on classic poems of the 19th century. However, before he could even greet his class a frosty blue mist escaped from Danny's mouth as his hand shot up in the air. "Do what you have to do," Mr. Lancer spoke kindly, "tell me what time works for your tutoring lessons after you're done."

Danny smiled and dashed out of the room, blue rings circled his body as he ran past the open door.

This life is terrible, thought Vlad Plasmius as he wandered aimlessly through the Ghost Zone. He remembered how he felt so lucky when he found that natural portal that opened up for a few moments, but he began to regret going in. Every time he heard a ghost boasting about how they scared someone in the human realm his heart ached to return home, and of course, he thought, to capture the young Danny Fenton. "But how!" he shouted.

Suddenly he ran into Desiree and an idea popped into his evil mind. "Desiree," he spoke in his best nice-guy voice, "would you grant me a wish?"

"I don't trust you Vlad," she sneered, "you've always manipulated us ghosts into doing your bidding with no reward."

"Ah, but this time it is different. It brings misery to Earth's hero, Danny Phantom."

Desiree, still wary of him, but curious, let him explain his plan. "I need you to grant a wish that causes everyone on Earth to forget the existence of halfas," Vlad smiled.

Realizing that his plan wouldn't bring any trouble to her, Desiree decided to help out, "But Danny will still be able to tell people about his identity, he knows now that they will accept him."

"Oh butter biscuits!" he sneered, "Wait, I also will add that everyone in the world despises Danny Phantom!"

"Good idea." Desiree grew in size and her voice began to echo through the air as she bellowed, "So you wished it and so shall it be!"

Danny shuffled into class, exhausted after his most recent ghost fight. "Luckily," he thought, "Mr. Lancer doesn't count me as tardy anymore."

He opened the door and everyone's head whipped towards his direction. "Mr. Fenton do you realize that you are thirty minutes late to class!" the balding teacher shouted.

"Yes sir, but I was busy," responded Danny, confusion evident all over his face.

"Busy with what?"

"I got attacked, by a ghost!"

"Mr. Fenton that is the worst excuse I have ever heard, now take your seat and I will see you in after-school detention."

Danny's jaw hung wide open as he shuffled to his seat.

"What's his problem?" Danny scribbled on to a note before he passed it to Tucker.

The note was tossed back to Danny's desk with the words inscribed, "Dude, you were half an hour late to class, what did you expect?"

"That he would brush it off like he normally does."

The note was passed back and forth. "Hello, Earth to Danny! This is Mr. Lancer we're talking about! What were you really doing anyway?"

"Like I said, "FIGHTING" get it? Why else would I be late?"

"WHAT?! Dude we need to talk after class"

Just then Mr. Lancer snatched the note from Danny's hands as he read Tucker's last message. Thankfully he simply threw the note away, and didn't read it.

Class ended and Tucker dragged Danny into the nearest supply closet. "You were in a fight!" Tucker whisper-shouted.

"Yeah. It, like, happens all the time."

"But Dash was in class! Who did you get in a fight with?"

"The box ghost, Skulker, and the box ghost. Who else and what is everyone's problem today."

"Dude, ghosts are dangerous! You could've gotten killed!"

"Come on Tucker, these guys are about as easy as pie."

"Well you're just lucky you didn't meet Danny Phantom, you would've definitely been dead!"

The shock of Tucker's last statement broke Danny out of his whispers. "What!" he roared.

Suddenly Sam burst through the door. "What's the problem?" she asked.

"Danny's been fighting ghosts!" Tucker responded.

"Danny that's dangerous. Are you trying to be like your parents?" she asked with disgust.

"What is your problem?" Danny shouted at his friends.

He ran out of the closet, and by the time his friends left as well, Danny had already flown off.

Danny traveled through the ghost zone. His thoughts zoomed through his mind as he tried to think of an explanation for his friends' odd behavior. Danny only looked up when he heard the thundering boom of a clock. Unknowingly Danny had flown right into Clockwork's realm. "Clockwork!" Danny screamed, "I need help!"

Clockwork floated up to Danny. "What is it Danny," he asked, genuinely concerned due to the fact that he had grown close to the boy since his incident with Dark Dan.

"I don't know what's happened," Danny cried, "Everyone is either shocked or doesn't believe me when I say I fight ghosts."

"Danny, something terrible has happened," Clockwork sighed, changing from adult to elderly man.

"What?"

"Someone made it so the whole world forgot about halfas."

"Well, I can just tell them, they've accepted me before."

"No Danny, it's different this time. This time everyone hates Danny Phantom. They won't accept you."

"No! Clockwork do something!" Danny screamed.

"Danny you know I can't do that, but don't worry you've faced this problem before. Be strong and you will succeed!"

On that note everything turned dark and Clockwork disappeared.

Danny woke up with his head throbbing. He looked around his room and discovered Sam and Tucker watching over him. "What happened?" Danny asked.

"Well I told you that ghost fighting was dangerous," Sam said, "and then you ran off and disappeared. An hour or so we found you passed out in your parents lab. What were you doing down there?"

"Would you guys be my friends no matter what?" asked Danny with hopeful eyes.

"Yeah, why?" responded Tucker.

"Definitely," added Sam.

"Well, um, you know Danny Phantom?"

"That evil ghost! He hasn't been seen in a while, and I say good riddance!" shouted Tucker.

"Tucker, Danny's trying to tell us something," scolded Sam, but hate gleamed in her eyes anyway.

"Yeah, how would you, like, react if you ever met him," he asked nervously rubbing his neck.

"Probably call the police," responded Tucker casually, as if he wasn't talking about turning in his best friend.

Danny stared wide-eyed. "Yeah, but I have this theory," Danny began to say, "Just hear me out. What if Danny Phantom wasn't a bad ghost? What if he was just trying to protect the town from all of the other ghosts?"

"Danny, ghosts are evil. Just stay away from them" begged Sam.

Danny watched as his friends left. Sam's words echoed in his mind. "Yeah," he thought bitterly, "it's kind of hard to avoid ghosts when you're partially one yourself."