Story Summary:

(Danny Phantom x Harry Potter Crossover) Orphaned from a lab accident and having no close relatives, Danny Fenton was taken in by Vlad Masters. During an attack by Death Eaters, Danny miraculously survives with the discovery of a new ghost power...no, accidental magic, bringing his identity as a halfa to the attention of the Headmaster of Hogwarts and the Dark Lord. Professor Dumbledore sent for him to enroll at Hogwarts as a 2nd year for his safety, where Danny must learn to balance his half-life secret with his magical studies.

Author's Note:

Hello everyone, before we begin with this story there are some things I need to cover first (if you plan on reading the author note instead of skipping straight to the story). First of all, I do not own Danny Phantom or Harry Potter (all characters belong to Butch Hartman and J.K. Rowling), this is just something fun I decided to try in honor of my favorite cartoon and book.

Second, this is my first fanfic, so if you really don't like it, you don't need to read it. I apologize beforehand hand for any grammar mistakes or badly written paragraphs. I struggle with English, so this is a form of practice for my writing style. Feel free to inform me of any errors that you spot and I will do my best to fix them. I'm open to answer any questions or criticism (as long as it is constructive and not a blatant rant of hate) you may have to this story, so no flames, please.

I also won't establish a regular updating schedule that I will most likely not keep up with. I am still in high school so my schoolwork and grades will have to take priority over this. I'm sorry, but this is a hobby and I still want to graduate with a good GPA and enroll in college.

Lastly, this story is an AU so Danny's backstory is different from the series and takes place during Harry's second year at Hogwarts. So if this is a problem, then this story is not for you. I am proud to say that I am finished with the outline for this story so I do have an idea of where the plot is headed. The chapters won't be consistent in length because I am going to end it where I think it is a good break or transition. Thank you for listening and now for the story...

Prologue

Every resident of Amity Park knew of the dark-haired boy who was the son of two Ghost Hunters.

Jack and Maddie Fenton were known as the town's crazies. The strange couple's life work focused on anything with an ectoplasmic nature. They used their scientific brilliance to build poorly named inventions (usually following the theme of incorporating "Fenton" somewhere in the object's name) for hunting ghosts and they transformed their basement into a laboratory.

Jack Fenton was a man with bright blue eyes, dark hair, and a large bulky build (probably due to the excess amount of ham and fudge in his diet). His sheer size and his oblivious intrusion into personal space can be intimidating, but he was more like that of a loyal dog who would follow close behind his favorite person. Jack's family had described him to anyone new that he was "as harmless as a teddy bear".

He may have appeared overbearing since his overly friendly attitude made him quick to "blather on about ghosts" to anyone willing to listen. Eventually, several hours would have passed before he was done talking about his favorite topic to the unwilling party. This was why the jubilant man had little to no friends, he seemed to find a way to make them uncomfortable with his company and scared them away (probably from his attempt to show off his newly developed ghost hunting weapon).

Jack was never seen outside without sporting his trademark bright orange jumpsuit. Clueless to fashion sense, he only cared for the functionality of the clothing so that he would be prepared for when ghosts attack. He had a knack to pull out large weapons from seeming nowhere. No one had any clue on how he managed to conceal the Fenton Bazooka on his person. Rather than subtle, he stood out like a sore thumb within a crowd.

Maddie Fenton was a beautiful woman with striking auburn hair that came down to her shoulder and lavender eyes. Similar to Jack, she wore a cyan rubber jumpsuit that hugged her body with red-lens goggles. She had a well-proportioned build due to her proficiency in the martial arts as a ninth-degree black belt.

Combined with her athletic talent, Maddie was also a technical whiz and an intelligent scientist. Granted, she had a habit of leaving her ectoplasmic samples out in the kitchen, which caused some of the food she cooked to come alive from the cross-contamination.

Despite how unusual the couple was, there was no doubt that they were made for each other. Although Jack meant well, his clumsy nature tended to make a mess of things. It was up to Maddie's capable hands to fix their broken inventions and correct her husband's mistakes. While her husband created new mechanical tools from his plethora of ideas, she guided him to sort out which of his ideas were practical or useless. Together with Jack's enthusiasm and Maddie's rational guiding hand, they were able to successfully make any inventions they put their minds to.

Aside from their obsession with their work, the Fentons were the loving parents of two beautiful children.

Their older daughter, Jasmine, who preferred to go by the name Jazz, resembled closely to her mother with her long auburn hair that came down to her waist but she still had her dad's eyes. She was a bright-minded child for her age. She spent most of her time studying and preparing early for her future in a career as a psychiatrist. She was a good listener and was private with the secrets that were told to her. Due to her trustworthy, loyal nature, many classmates confided with her on their problems for her advice.

She was a supportive older sister and looked out for her little brother. She defended him whenever he was bullied. Even with her teasing and constant nagging about whether he got his homework done, her brother knew that she loved him and that she was only in his case because she cared for his well-being.

Now the boy was a particular lad. He was fairly average in looks with a thin, lanky build; typical for a growing boy who had not quite hit his growth spurt yet. What stood out the most was his startling icy blue eyes, capable of captivating onlookers to his gaze.

He had an easy-going, laid-back attitude. Despite being fairly smart, he tended to slack off on his school work and was frequently caught snoozing in class from his late-night gaming. He preferred the notion to enjoy his childhood to the fullest while he had the chance and would push his homework off till the last minute to play video games or hang out with friends. Much to his sister's annoyance, she would frequently catch him scrambling to finish his work the morning it was due.

His clever remarks and cheeky attitude had dragged him into many unnecessary conflicts with the higher authorities, but he never got into too much trouble, getting off with a small warning. He had tried to join the school's A-list (the popular clique) but after several miserably failed attempts, he was labeled as the school geek. Outcasted by his classmates, he didn't have many friends, only Samantha ("Sam" which she preferred to be called) Manson, self-proclaimed Goth and Ultra-recyclo Vegetarian, and Tucker Foley, the African- American Techno Geek.

The boy had a strong sense of justice, uncommon for teens nowadays. Whenever he caught a student being extorted for money or shoved into a locker, he would not stand aside and be a spectator. He was always quick to intervene, putting himself between the victim and the bully. The boy's defiant gaze would ignite the jock's ire, successfully redirecting the fury of the wrath unto himself. Even with his body battered, the boy refused to retaliate at the hits that were dished out to him. His selfless brave acts caused the nerds of the school to look up to him and regard him as a hero.

That was the boy from 2 years ago.

Now it was as though he was a completely different person. A former shade of the kind, cheerful, and bubbly boy. His once bright eyes were now dimmed of life and his smiles no longer graced his face. Bitter and withdrawn, he pushed away company, preferring to be left alone to his thoughts. He no longer intervened in the school fights, not wanting to be involved and draw attention to himself.

Though all it did was catch the eye of Dash Baxter, the school star football player, leader of the A-list, and top bully. As if sensing the boy's weakness, Dash declared the boy as his new personal punching bag.

To the surrounding student's surprise, the once proud boy did nothing to deny it. The boy just turned the other cheek for the bully to punch, as if willing accepting each punishment dished out to him as something he deserved. Any pain was welcomed rather than feeling the numb void of empty loss. But who could blame him, anyone would change after that tragic accident...

(last edited: 4/15/17)