Living with his ghost-obsessed parents since birth, Danny had to put up with their unique personalities that often traumatized him as well as contently listening, by force, to his parents ramble or instruct their children how numerous Fenton gadget work. However, this did nothing to stop Danny's curiosity that one day changed his life forever. While in his parents' Laboratory Danny had an accident involving the newly built Fenton portal, causing his molecular structure to infuse with ectoplasm. As a result, Danny become a half-human, Half-ghost hybrid; he styles himself as a new persona as Danny Phantom, an extraordinary spectral superhero with a ghostly array of other-worldly powers; able to shift between his human-half and ghost-half at will, coming into a number of various extraordinary abilities.

The Fenton's had moved to England when Danny was seven. At school he was constantly picked on. He hadn't made one friend since they moved. Every day he would come home with bruises from the school bullies. Because his parents were hardly around Danny was really close to his sister, Jazz. Despite being close to Jazz, Danny didn't tell her when he got his ghost powers, at least not right away. When he was 8 was when things started to change. After the lab accident that gave him his ghost powers strange things started happening that he didn't think had anything to do with his ghost powers. When he was nine and Jazz was eleven a strangely dressed man came to the house. He told them all about magic and said he was from a school called Hogwarts, that Danny and Jazz were invited to attend. Unfortunately for Danny, he had to wait till he was eleven. After Jazz left for Hogwarts, Danny would write to her almost every day. Two years later he got his letter. He ripped it open and read,

Hogwarts School

Of Witchcraft and Wizardry

Headmaster: Albus Dumbledore

(Order of Merlin, First Class, Grand sorc., Chf. Warlock,

Supreme Mugwunmp, International Confed. Of Wizards)

Dear Mr. Fenton,

We are pleased to inform you that you have been accepted at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and wizardry. Please find enclosed a list of all necessary books and equipment. Term begins September 1st.

Yours sincerely,

Minerva Mcgonagall

Minerva McGongall,

Deputy Headmistress

As soon as he finished reading the letter he grabbed it and ran downstairs. Once he got downstairs he saw that no one except Jazz was there. She turned around and smiled when she saw what he was holding.

"You got your letter" she says as she gives him a big hug.

He returns her hug and smiles. Danny lets go of Jazz and looks at the door down to the lab with an annoyed expression. He took a deep breath and looked away.

"Are you ready?"

"Yeah, how are we getting there?"

"The train" Jazz says as she looks at Danny.

Once on the train they go a few stops before getting off. They then walk a few minutes before stopping at a building that read The Leaky Cauldron. Danny follows Jazz through the bar and out into a small, walled courtyard, where there was nothing but a trash can and a few weeds. He watches as Jazz takes out her wand and starts tapping bricks.

"Ok, stand back, Danny"

Danny took a step back. Jazz tapped the wall three times with the point of her wand. The brick she had touched quivered-it wriggled-in the middle, a small hole appeared-it grew wider and wider-a second later they were facing an archway. An archway onto a cobbled street that twisted and turned out of sight.

"Welcome, to Diagon Alley"

Jazz grinned at Danny's amazement. They stepped through the archway. Danny looked quickly over his shoulder and saw the archway shrink instantly back into solid wall. The sun shone brightly on a stack of cauldrons outside the nearest shop. Caldrons-All sizes-Copper, Brass, Pewter, Silver-Self stirring-Collapsible, said a sign hanging over them.

"You'll need one but we have to get our money first"

Danny wished he had about eight more eyes. He turned his head in every direction as they walked up the street, trying to look at everything at once.

"Gringotts" said Jazz.

They had reached a snowy white building that towered over the other little shops. Standing beside its burnished bronze doors, wearing a uniform of scarlet and gold, was-

"That's a goblin, Jazz said quietly as they walked up the white stone steps towards him. The goblin was about the same height as Danny. He had a swarthy, cleaver face, a pointed beard and, Danny noticed, very long fingers and feet. He bowed as they walked inside. Now they were facing a second pair of doors, silver this time, with words engraved upon them:

Enter, stranger, but take heed

Of what awaits the sin of greed,

For those who take, but do not earn,

Must pay most dearly in their turn.

So if you seek beneath our floors

A treasure that was never yours,

Theif, you have been warned, beware

Of finding more than treasure there.

A pair of goblins bowed them through the silver doors and they were in a vast marble hall. About a hundred more goblins were sitting on high stools behind a long counter, scribbling in large ledgers, weighing coins in brass scales, examining precious stones through eyeglasses. There were too many doors to count leading off the hall, and yet more goblins were showing people in and out of these. Jazz and Danny made more the exchange counter. Once they exchanged there muggle money for wizard they left the bank.

"Might as well get your uniform, I will meet you in flourish and blotts when you're done" Jazz says as she hands him money for his uniform.

Danny entered Madam Malkins robe shop alone. Madam Malkin was a squat, smiling witch dressed all in mauve.

"Hogwarts, dear?" she said, when Danny started to speak. Got the lot here- another young man being fitted up just now, in fact."

In the back of the shop, a boy Danny thought he'd never see again was standing on a footstool while a second witch pinned up his long black robes. Madam Malkin stood Danny on a stool next to him, slipped a long robe over his head, and began to pin it to the right length. He shut his eyes and tried to keep calm. After a few minutes Madam Malkin said he was done. He opened his eyes, paid for his robes, and ran out of the shop as fast as he could. Once outside he took a deep breath to calm down. He then goes to meet Jazz at Flourish and Blotts. It took Danny a few minutes to find her. After they got all their books they went to get Danny's cauldron, scales, and telescope. Then they visited the Apothecary, which was fascinating if it wasn't for the horrible smell, a mixture of bad eggs and rotted cabbages. Danny couldn't stand being in there for another second. He ran out and jazz got his potion ingredients. A few minutes later Jazz came out of the shop.

"Just your wand left"

The last shop was narrow and shabby. Peeling gold letters over the door read Ollivanders: Makers of Fine Wands since 382 B.C. A single wand lay on a faded purple cushion in the dusty window. A tinkling bell rang somewhere in the depths of the shop as they stepped inside. It was a tiny place, empty except for a single, spindly chair that Jazz sat on to wait.

"Good afternoon," said a soft voice. Danny jumped and his eyes flashed neon green before going back to their normal icy blue. He was glad he was facing Jazz so no one else saw.

An old man was standing before them, his wide, pale eyes shining like moons through the gloom of the shop.

"Hello, said Danny awkwardly.

"Which is your wand arm?"

"Well I'm right handed"

"Hold out your arm. That's it." He measured Danny from shoulder to finger, then wrist to elbow, shoulder to floor, knee to armpit and round his head. As he measured, he said, "Every Ollivander wand has a core of a powerful magical substance. We use unicorn hairs, phoenix tail feathers, and the heartstrings of dragons. No two Ollivander wands are the same, just as no two unicorns, dragons, or phoenixes are quite the same. And of course, you will never get such good results with another wizard's wand."

Danny suddenly realized that the tape measure, which was measuring between his nostrils, was doing this on its own. Mr. Ollivander was flitting around the shelves, taking down boxes.

"That will do," he said, and the tape measure crumpled into a heap on the floor. "Right then, try this one. Beachwood and dragon heartstrings. Nine inches. Nice and flexible. Just take it and give it a wave."

Danny took the wand and waved it around a bit, but Mr. Ollivander snatched it out of his hand almost at once.

"Maple and phoenix feather. Seven inches. Quite whippy. Try-"

Danny tried-but he had hardly raised the wand when it, too, was snatched back by Mr. Ollivander.

"No, no-here, ebony and unicorn hair, eight and a half inches, springy. Go on, go on, try it out."

Danny tried. And tried. He had no idea what Mr. Ollivander was waiting for. The pile of tried wands was mounting higher and higher. The more wands Mr. Ollivander pulled from the shelves, the happier he became.

"Tricky customer, eh? Not to worry, we'll find the perfect match here somewhere-

Ash and Unicorn hair, nine inches, nice and supple."

Danny took the wand. He felt a sudden warmth in his fingers. He raised the wand above his head, brought it swishing down through the dusty air and a stream of red and green sparks shot from the end like a firework, throwing dancing spots of light on to the walls. Jazz whooped and clapped and Mr. Ollivander cried,

"Oh, bravo! Yes, indeed, oh, very good."

He put Danny's wand back into its box and wrapped it in brown paper. Danny paid for his wand, and Mr. Ollivander bowed them from the shop.

The late afternoon sun hung low in the sky as Danny and Jazz made their way back down Diagon Alley, back through the wall, back through the Leaky Cauldron. Jazz and Danny made their way to the train that would take them back home.