Disclaimer: I do not own Danny Phantom
Chapter 1:
"Danny, hurry up or we'll miss the train!" my mom yelled.
"I'm coming!" I shouted back. Who even takes trains these days anyway? I caught up to my parents and Jazz, who were studying the train schedule.
"We have to take the 11:00 train at platform 9 to get to London... which means we only have three minutes! C'mon kids!" my dad sprinted towards the platform, dragging his huge suitcase of ghost hunting equipment behind him. My mom sighed and followed him. My parents had decided to be cheap and take a plane to some town a few hours from London because it was less expensive. They'd decided to take me and Jazz to London for a month to apologize for being so ghost-obsessed lately. With a little "convincing" on my part, I'd gotten my parents to agree to bring Tucker and Sam along. Casper High was being shut down and rebuilt for a month because a recent ghost attack completely destroyed it, so we had no school.
"Let's go then." I motioned for Sam and Tucker to follow them. A kid with bright red hair nearly barreled into me, pushing a cart thing full of luggage and running at full speed into a... brick wall?! He disappeared into the column between platforms ten and nine. Was he a ghost? If he was, why hadn't my ghost sense gone off?
"Guys, did you see that?" I pointed at the wall, but Tucker and Sam just looked at me like I was crazy. Another redhead, this time a girl, ran into the wall and vanished. "That! The girl just phased into brick!"
"Danny, there was no girl..." Sam looked at me, concerned.
"Here, just watch. Carefully." I said, noticing a boy with jet black hair preparing to run. Sam and Tucker shrugged, and stared at the wall.
"Holy crap! That boy just phased through the wall... but how?!" Tucker asked, shocked. Sam was staring openmouthed at the brick.
"I don't know... let's check it out." I grabbed Sam and Tucker and walked through the wall after the boy. I was ready to crash and look like an idiot, but I didn't. A bright red train was resting in the station, steam rising out the engine and covering the platform in a thin fog. But it was the people that really caught my attention. Most of the adults were dressed in dark black cloaks and some were waving sticks at their children. About half the kids were carrying screeching owls in cages and the others had cats. One girl with incredibly bushy hair was trying to calm down a big furry cat, who was spitting mad about something.
"Mom, I need more Galleons!" a boy my age with bizarre white hair complained. The mom sighed and pulled out a bunch of gold pieces and pressed them into his open hand. "There you go Draco, now hurry up or you'll miss the train." she said sharply before shoving him towards an open compartment door.
"We have to see what all this is about. C'mon!" Sam said excitedly before dragging Tucker and I into an empty compartment. She picked up a newspaper that was lying on the seat. "Dark Mark appears at Quidditch World Cup" she read aloud. "Woah guys- look!" she pointed to the picture, which was... moving. But it was paper... "Whoever made this story up has got to be insane." Sam laughed and shook her head. I quickly scanned the page. Harry Potter... Death Eaters... Quidditch... Voldemort... What the hell? The compartment door slid open and three people entered.
"Oh.. we didn't realize there were people in here. We'll be going then..." a redhead said uncertainly.
"No it's alright, you can stay. Right guys?" Sam glanced at us. I nodded absentmindedly. The boy I had seen earlier with the jet black hair groaned when he saw Sam with the paper.
"Ugh. Don't tell me you actually believe that bull." The redhead laughed.
"I know, right? You, Harry Potter, casting the Dark Mark?" he shook his head in disbelief while the bushy haired girl looked at him in disapproval.
"Ron, this is serious. Voldemort's back, and you're not even the slightest bit worried!"
"Of course I am! I'm just not a stick up the ass all the time like you." he glared at her. Whoa. Harry rolled his eyes at both of them.
`"They fight like an old married couple. So, what are your names? I don't think I've ever seen you around before, but your way too old to be first years." Harry said to us.
"I'm Danny Fenton. This is Sam Manson, and Tucker Foley. And we're not exactly supposed to be here, we're from uh.. well, it's complicated." I finished lamely. Harry gave me a suspicious look.
"Ok...? All muggle borns, I'm guessing then."
"What's muggle born?" Tucker asked. "It means your parents weren't wizards."
"Wizards? No way." Sam scoffed. The bushy haired girl stopped bickering with the redhead to give her a strange look.
"Yeah... you're a witch, aren't you? That's why you're on this train."
"Uh, yeah I'm a witch. It just hasn't sunk in properly yet." she tried to cover up her outburst earlier.
"How old are you?" the redhead asked.
"Fourteen."
"So same as us, then. How is the fact that you're wizards not sunk in yet? You've been at Hogwarts for three years now, right?"
"Um... not exactly." I said. The three of them looked at each other.
"So this is your first year for some reason?" Harry asked, confused. "Uh, yeah. It's a long story. What are your names, anyway?" I decided to just go with it.
"Well, this is Hermione Granger, Ron Weasley, and I'm Harry Potter." he sighed as he said his name.
"So how long is the train ride?" Sam asked Harry. He seemed surprised for some reason, but he answered.
"Six hours."
"Hey Harry- the candy cart, c'mon!"
I got up and followed Ron and Harry outside, where they were paying for candy with the weird coins I'd seen earlier. I dug around in my pocket for a few quarters, hoping the lady would take them.
"Is that muggle money? Here, I'll trade you- my dad is going to flip." Ron grabbed the quarters off my hand and gave me a few of the gold coins. This was going to be interesting.
