Danny was sitting on the couch playing doom with Sam and tucker when some one started knocking at the door. "Jazz can you answer the door?" He shouted toward the kitchen where jazz was currently working.
"No you get it. I'm a week behind on my report on psychology of the ghostly mind."
Tucker rolled his eyes "dude just answer it."
Putting the game on pause he opened the door to see a police officer staring at him. "Are you Daniel James Fenton?" Danny nodded staring at the officer with slight distrust. "There was an accident involving an 18 wheeler and your parents car. I'm sorry to say they didn't make it but if it helps any they went quick and painless." It felt like Danny had been punched in the gut his parents so full of life and energy. Were probably cold and lifeless in a morgue somewhere. "Mr. Fenton did you hear me?"
He looked at the police officer. "What?"
"I said Mr. Masters will be coming by since he is your godfather. I need to leave." He added when his walkie-talkie started to go off. Danny closed the door and headed toward the kitchen ignoring Sam and tucker as they started to ask him what was wrong.
Hearing Danny come in jazz looked up to see Danny's grief stricken face. "Danny what's wrong."
He bit back a sob as his shoulders started to shake. "An officer just came by there was an accident mom and dad were in it."
"There okay right?"
He shook his head no as tears started to flow freely down his face. "They didn't…they didn't make it jazz."
A/N: The first few chapters will be somewhat slow but they will pick up pace. Please bear with me since this is my first fanfic. Harry potter and his group wont come in for a few chapters.
