As always, I own neither Harry Potter nor Danny Phantom, just a fan of both with too much time on his hands

Prologue- the storm before the call

Amity park- June 25 approximately 30,000 feet in the air

'Breathtaking as ever'

An exasperated sign broke the silence of his serene view, but only for a short few seconds until all he could hear was the occasional boom of thunder in the large platform of cloud beneath him. Daniel Fenton, or Daniel Nightingale 'still getting use to that' was resting above the clouds as he watched the starry night sky, a habit he picked up whenever he was troubled. He was a young 14, slim but a bit tall for his age, but considering his father size that was to be expected. He had long raven black hair that was always seemed wild and unruly no matter what he did, his friend tucker always said that "before you dude, I had never met anyone who's hair look so naturally anime." It also didn't help that of his "condition" meant that he couldn't cut it shorter; it always grew back to the same length, forcing him to keep it tied into a good foot and a half log ponytail and pray it never grew beyond its apparent minimum length. He did however keep it free in the front as a few stray bangs that nearly hid his eyes proved, but his hair always seemed to be able to hide his eyes, not that it mattered anymore. Despite what many would call beyond perfect sight, Danny wore a black blindfold whose knot was hidden under his long black hair. He started wearing the blindfold 3 years ago, when his powers and form had developed to the point that he need to hide one of his more serious changes, telling concerned peers that it was an unfortunate necessity after a home accident. Many had offered condolences and the occasional helping hand but it was unnecessary as Danny no longer required his eyes to see, and even then he could use his powers look past the cloth, as he did now. As odd as the blindfold was, it was tame compared to the oddity of the rest of his outfit.

On his feet he wore thick black leather, silver toed boots with silver plated armor ling up the trim of the boots that ended half way up to his knees, the edging the boots were covered in white and silver fur. The silver plating seemed embroidered with strange runic symbols the glowed a soft blue in the moon light. He wore thick, loose, black cloth pants that, while made with a similarly "unconventional" material as his boots, held no strange markings or designs and was tucked into the lining of his boots. Adorned on his torso was a strange, Victorian era black overcoat, trimmed in the same white and silver fur as his boots. It was closed with similarly embroidered buttons and silver tassels that lined the left half of his chest. The coat itself was bound in place by a thick black leather belt that held an interwoven silver-plated lining that was also embroidered with similar runic symbols and trimmed with the same fur. The coats lower section hung below the belt and had no tassels or buttons, ending just below his knee. On the coats back was a gilded and golden family crest, a golden shield with a golden rosebud in its center, the golden blood blossom, symbol of the Nightingale family. On his hands was a pair of thick black leather gloves, trimmed with fur, sleeves tucked into the lining and one central silver plate on both hands that held a runic circle in the center. On his right shoulder he wore a black leather shoulder pad, trimmed in fur, and with a silver carving of a wolf jetting from the center. The coat had a short, fur trimmed collar and fur trimmed black hood lay barely hidden by his hair, the crown of the hood was adorned in dark gray leather attachment sewn into the cloak, giving the hood a sharp point. Inside his coat he wore a black turtleneck, unnoticed save for the visible long collar on his neck. He sat there, in his strange attire, looking past his black cloth barrier, reveling in the majestic sight of the stars and trying to settle his troubled mind. Yesterday, after the usual madness of his small town and after his lessons with his instructors in the ghost zone (or the Nevernear as some from the town coven were convinced was the realms true name, despite being told to the contrary by their master,) he had sensed … well a disturbance. Danny gave an annoyed frowned, he didn't want use that word to describe it, even more so after Sam's crack at him being too "one with the force obe-won" but he really couldn't think of any other way to describe it and despite the joke, he could sense that she felt it as well, and was just as unnerved. It wasn't that it was powerful per say, strong in its own right but nowhere near beyond anything they had faced before, it was its nature that left him feeling … uneasy.

First it was dark, which wasn't that surprising, but different than the usual darkness they had dealt with. He was adept at dealing with similar darkness, which seemed to spring from sociopathic emotions, feelings of using others to their own means. But this was different; this was beyond lacking general empathy. Where before was one who would only focus on others to achieve their ultimate goal; this seemed as if the destruction of others was its goal. That alone was unsettling, but as he focused, he felt disgusted by this presence. When sensed a presence (or aura, as he was told was the "technical" name of this extra sense,) the said signature seemed to hold its own uniqueness about it, not unlike a scent which, given his being came to no surprise he could detect, but never before had he felt an aura as putrid as this. The aura of ghosts were more pungent then humans, due to the energy they constantly emitted, this was true of wizards and witches, yet despite that, not even the spirits of the dead were this horrid. Even Vlad, with all his emotional ilk and the diseased nature of his form, felt more sickly then horrid. This, this was like trekking through a field of corpuses. He felt nothing but decay and death, as if unearthing a recent grave. Danny shivered in disgust as he signed: With something this disturbed, he wanted to be as comfortable as possible.

Two white embers sprung forth from the top back corners of Danny's head with another larger flame on his lower back at the base of his spine. The flames atop his head flash upwards by three inches and quickly traveled forward parallel with the curve of his head until stopping three inches past his face, leaving in their path white, stone like horns that ended in an Icy blue tip. The flame at his back also shot outward in a one foot diameter circle that was ever so slightly decreasing as the flame traveled. Finally the flame stopped, leaving behind a large circular tail that was as long as Danny was tall, reptilian in motion and covered in thick black fur, with an icy blue ruffle of fur at the tip. Next his ears were engulfed in white flame, which spread directly past the back of his head and stopped 2 inches away from his skull. The flames disappeared and left him with elongated, canine like ears that ended in a sharp point, the outer skin was covered in black fur and the inner walls of his ears had thick, tuffs of white fur. His teeth then flashed white as each respective tooth sharpened to a point with the canines growing into sharp fangs. Underneath his gloves and boots, Danny could feel his fingers and toes grow long white claws with icy blue tips. With his tail, horns, teeth, claws and ears finally out, Danny signed once more and said aloud "Much better," as he closed his eyes and tipped his head back in contentment. He opened them a few seconds later and saw his horns in his peripheral vision and with a quick flick of his tail, brought it in front of him. He looked at his inhuman qualities and signed once more, marveling at how long 5 years can seem.

He was 9 when it happened, two months after his family was approached by the local coven, the order of Cronos, about Jazz's magic. After a short demonstration and an explanation of Jazz's magic, Danny's parents were ecstatic, both proud of Jazz and excited about what the existence of magic would mean for their own research. The coven wizards left, saying that they would return with more information on Jazz's training and schooling, but not before leaving leavening a strange cryptic letter from their master. It was a mall note of congratulations, and notice that he would soon approach the family with both an offer, and an apology. Danny had to snort at the memory, back then it had confused him and his parents, now all it did was make him wonder how his master was constantly able to sneak these hints and warnings without the interference of the Observants. And so two months past with Jazz gaining everything a young witch needs, spell books, a wand, and enough potion ingredients to satisfy her supernaturally curious parents. Their parents had asked members of the coven to test Danny, to see if he also had magic, when they were told that unless something magically inclined were to happen around him, they were legally barred from testing him until his eleventh birthday. Danny brought his head down; it seemed fate decided that was too long to wait. With the discovery of their daughter's magic, the Fenton parents dived right to work, inspired by the possibilities of magic. As such they decided to rework or finish many old projects, including their old dream turn nightmare, the ghost portal. Danny shuttered as he remember that day, a simple dare turned so wrong. He remembered the wine of the machine powering up, his vison being engulfed in pure green, to leave nothing pain. He remembered wakening in his room white hared, tanned skinned, laying on his bed and in his pajamas as his parents, friends and sister rushed to his side the second he awoke. Two days, they said, he had slept for 2 days, with them running around, having no clue what to do until he showed up on the front door not one hour after the accident. Danny remembered sitting in bed confused, who was he? he wondered until the man of the hour walked through his bedroom door. Danny couldn't help but remember the surprise he felt when he saw clockwork for the first time. In the years since, his presence had become a great comfort to him, but back then nothing could compare to the shock he felt when he saw what was clearly a ghost walk into his room. The man was tall, shorter than his father but still a good head above his mother. He wore a long open purple robe with a gilded gold trim and hood that he kept up, but not so much as to hide his face. Underneath he wore a dark gray suit vest with golden buttons on top of what seemed to be a simple white cloth, midlevel style, closed neck tunic that to had a golden trim. He had on a simple pair of gray dress-pants help up by a black, gold bucked belt and black, well shined dress shoes with golden buckles. On his hands he wore black cloth gloves with a golden hem and a symbol of a hallow golden gear with a gilded golden CW in the middle. His glowing blue skin, pupiless red eyes and the soft, white, ethereal light that surrounded his person, similar to his own soft glow exposed his ghostly nature. He had a strange jagged scar over his left eye and had a rather impressive beard of white hair that reached just past his Adam's apple, which framed what seemed to be a middle aged man's faces, and a small friendly smile. In his hand he held a 5 foot long metal staff that ended to the floor in a point, with a collection of Turing gears and clocks framing one large gilded clock face in the center end of the staff. Despite his clearly spectral visage, he seemed approachable and friendly. He walked to Danny's bed and crouched on one knee and said,

"Hello young Phantom." He spoke slowly with a soft echo in his voice, sounding as ancient as he was powerful. "I have been waiting to meet you for a very, very long time."

"5 years later and that still sounds way to cliché." Danny couldn't help but chuckle, yea that meant Clockwork would punish him for being disrespectful, but if he continued feeling this uneasy, a few more training sessions would be a nice distraction. Danny moved his tail way from his face and left it to freely ungulate below him as he brought his right hand forward. In a bright flash of dark green, Danny summoned his staff. It was 4 feet long and made of a black wood that branched off at both ends, at one end the resulting roots weaved together into a nice, small diamond shaped tip. At the other, the branches were thicker and weaved and caped around a six inch long, three inch wide hexagonal crystal that glowed a bright Icy blue, escribed where an assortment of glowing white runic carvings. Clockwork had given him this staff a few days after Danny had met him and begun his training in both his magical and ghostly abilities, though not solely by Clockwork himself. Clockwork had trained him in his core magical studies, Transfigurations, Charms, etcetera as well as some more unorthodox skills such as Occlumency. The rest of his magical studies such as Potions, Herbology and such were handled by the ghost writer, who also took over Jazz's training, who like always was breaking records in both magical and muggle studies. The ghostly half of his training was different. As Danny grew and developed more of his power, he developed 3 core energies to utilize, the First was fel energy. Fel was essentially raw ectoplasmic energy, the base energy of the ghost zone itself. Other beings from mindless ghouls born from the zone to apparitions made from the mental imprints of the dearly departed could utilize ectoplasmic energy with a few differences in color and application based on the individual in question. Fel energy, Clockwork said, was different. Spirits who used basic ecto-energy could only do so because the zone infused them with it, making up their form and without some periotic intake, and these entities would collapse. Fel energy, on the other hand, could not be infused into a person, it had to be generated by the individual themselves, meaning they had to have the ability to self-generate it, an ability that Danny had. He could still use basic eco-energy, but it still just came from his fel energy. It also couldn't change color, always appearing black and green. His next energy source was cryokinetic energy.

This energy was self-explanatory, giving him the power to generate at control ice. Clockwork couldn't teach him how to use this energy, so they instead enlisted Frostbite of the Far Frozen to help with Danny's training. A task Frostbite and his people did in the only way they could, by being as loud and as dangerous as they could. Danny smiled as he remembered the first time Clockwork brought him to the Far Frozen. With as much collateral damage and yelling he and the yetis did, he never felt more at home. His smile faded as he remembered his last energy, a power won rather than developed. Danny Lifted his left hand and reached inside his turtle neck and brought out a silver chain necklace that had laced in it 2 rings. One silver with a black round face on tope with the golden blood blossom of the Nightingale. When he entered the magical word, Clockwork had revealed to him and his family their heritage. Centuries ago, the Nightingale where a family of wizards in Great Britain, a family of researchers and hunters, that used their own unique brand of spells and techniques to hunt down spectral beings that would wreak havoc throughout Europe. Near the beginning of the 17th century, the family slowly started to deconstruct as more and more of their youth were born as squibs to the point that the family was ostracized by their pureblood peers and forced to the new colonies. There, with little to no magic left and no really magical government to help, they had no choice but to reintegrate with the puritan muggles, hide their magical background and changed the family name to Fenton. However, despite having no Magic left, and separated from the magical community completely, the family still seemed bent on hunting and discovering the secrets of the spectral world, a dream passed down today. Clockwork ended the tail by handing over a key to an old mansion, hidden a few miles from Salem, where the Nightingale held a wealth of galleons and magical artifacts to be freely given to either Jazz or Danny should they desire to take up the family name, provided the local shades that haunted the home permitted. Jazz declined, while she respected her family history, she herself was no hunter, being the first to say she didn't have the best aim, a sentiment Danny whole heartedly agreed after the 10th time see inadvertently sucked him into the thermos. Danny would groan as he remembered all the times she had sucked him into a thermos, memories made worse when he remembered tuck was far worse than Jazz with the thing. But as captivating as the Nightingale family ring was, his attention was on the other ring in his hand. The ring of rage, or ring of the king as it was also known, hung from the chain, looking quite different then when it was worn by its previous owner.

It still had a black band, but instead of a large green skull at its face was a top-down view of wolfs face carved in silver. The ring changed drastically, as did the crown of fire which now rested on his head in ghost form. He had won them when he bested Pariah Dark. Vlad, in his "Infinite Wisdom" decided that he could best the sleeping god king and take his power. Danny scowled at the short sightedness of the elder halfa, sure he prepared as best he could, collected the strongest wards he could, empowered both his spells and abilities to be at his strongest, but he still should have known to some degree the horror such an action would bring. Danny closed his eyes again, the battle was just 2 years ago not enough time to forget the terror of his opponent. The battle was fierce, both allies and enemies stood with him against Pariah and his armies. In the end he had pushed his way to Pariah and fought him to the death. It wasn't the first time Danny had to take a spirits life, beyond his usual rouges gallery he found horrifying spirits whose evils could only be stopped with their end. Even still, the fight with Pariah was something else entirely. Those early spirits challenged his morality in take a life, in his fight with Pariah his only fear was for his life and the lives of his loved ones. Pariah was brutal, the fight nearly killing him in the process, but in the end, he won and struck Pariah down. He remembered waking up to a familiar scene with his loved ones, only within the icy medical bay of the Far Frozen, with the ring on the counter next to him and the crown stuck to his ghost forms head. Clockwork explained that by beating the king, Danny had taken his place. He asked Clockwork why the ring had changed and the crown was now unremovible. Apparently the artifacts of the king reflect the current king at the time, bestowing the ruler greater strength and a power of their own. In Pariahs hands, he gained the power to create endless thralls and the artifacts were easily removed. In Danny's case, the crown would stay stuck to his head till he was killed, and he gained the "true power of the realm." He dropped the necklace back down his shirt and raised his hand up with his palm face up, with his fingers curled upwards. After barley a thought, a white fire erupted in Danny's hand; it was neither hot nor cold, merely there. It was his third Energy, the flames of Tartarus, the ghost zones true name. The White flames had one core property, Obliteration. He could use it to imbue his magic and other abilities, just as he could with his other energies, but the white flames true power was to purge and destroy only what he willed. Shortly after the battle, Clockwork brought Danny to the Acropolis and introduced him to Pandora, to teach him how to use his new flame. Pandora was as intimidating as she was sweet, a phrase Danny thought that couldn't apply to anyone but her. She was strict in her lessons and an absolute joy to hang around. Danny signed one more time as he killed the flame in his and stood up. He looked out the stars again, smiling to himself and spoke out load,

"If I didn't know you better, I'd say you were trying to sneak up on me."

"Then it's a good thing you know me better." came a light, friendly reply behind him. "Although, I doubt anyone can sneak up on you anymore Mr. Bloodhound."

A few meters away stood/floated Samantha Manson in ghost form. A few years back, before Pariah, and while Danny was on an errand for Clockwork, Undergrowth had attack Amity Park. By that time both she and Tucker had their magic revealed and had been getting their own lessons from Clockwork, ghost writer, Jazz and many other members of the Coven as was tradition. Sam, head strong and not wanting to just sit and wait for Danny had charged forward, wand ready, and geared with newly upgraded, magical Fenton tech. She still was, however, hopelessly out matched and was caught, beyond anyone's power and at the mercy of undergrowth. He had infused in her a part of his own essence, giving her a portion of his power and turned her against Amity. When Danny returned, he fought Undergrowth and, using his cyrokinesis and magic, defeated and banished Undergrowth back to the zone. The city was saved, but as Sam woke from undergrowth's control, she found herself changed as well, becoming a halfa with a biokinetic core. Sam had long forgone her small hair clip, allowing her hair to flow down her back. In her ghost form it was styled in a long, loose braid, held in place by various vines and leafs. Her eyes were still pupiless green, with black mascara and her signature purple lipstick. She wore a closed neck, long sleeved, dark green tunic with the trim in gilded gold and black. On top of that she wore light green dress vest with a pattern of interwoven leafs, and black wood buttons. She wore long black pants with large purple embroidered leafs, with a black cloth belt with a silver spider buckle. On her feet and hands were similar boots and gloves of Danny, but with the boots only coming past her ankles and the gloves being fingerless. Danny still remembered the ringing in his large canine ears after Sam screamed at Clockwork for giving her leather when he started her halfa training. After letting her get the speech out of her system, Clockwork had assured her that the leather and other materials in both her and Danny's equipment were made of synthetic materials created in the ghost zone and design for the purpose of both spectral and magical protection and that no animals were harmed in their making. That had cowed her as she took the leathers, bring a smirk to their master's face and still pained grimace to Danny. The last item of her attire was a large bright green cloak seemingly made of interwoven leafs and vines with a hood hanging in the back, clasped in a silver broch that had a glowing ice crystal, made by Danny after he had attained a certain degree of control over his cryokinesis. In her hand she help a short staff of dark brown wood that was 2 and a half feet long, with a glowing green orb shining through a thick, twisted knot in the wood at the top of the staff.

Danny turned and marveled at her ghost form. Visibly, nothing had really changed from her human form. Her hair was styled differently and she had an instantaneous wardrobe change, but apart from her eyes and the soft white glow around here, she looked perfectly human, nothing anywhere near as drastic as Vlad, then there was him. It was quite a shock to him when he woke up one day and discovered he was growing horns and a tail. He blasted all the way to Clockwork for answers, the door as always opened right as he arrived with the time master waiting. Apparently, he was an animagus wizard, or a wizard with an animal form. However, as a result of the accident messing with his magic, his animagus form had infused with his human form, changing from a white wolf to a mixture of wolf and dragon. Clockwork told him that both his human and ghost form would be effected, changing his appearance to a humanoid like version of his spirit, with colorings depending on the form he was in. He said that with training he could control the transformation, appearing almost completely human again or completely into his animal and back, like any animagus could. He was sent to the kingdom of Argon, a kingdom he and his friends freed to seek Dora's guidance. After a year, he could finally control the transformation, except for one thing, his eyes. No matter how hard he tried he couldn't turn his eyes back, they were permanently changed. His sclera had turn black, with his pupils silted as his erases grew and would glow with any extreme emotion, which wasn't new, but instead of just green, they glowed with the color of the form he was in, blue in human, green in ghost. It was his major reason for wearing the blindfold in the first place, even going so far as to enchant it so that only he could remove it. He was devastated when he found he couldn't change his eyes back, while he could contain the rest of his form, the mere sight of the blindfold everyday was …

"Don't" Danny broke from his musings to look at Sam again. While he was lost in thought, she had walked/hovered over to him and firmly grabbed his free shoulder. He looked at her; she had a warm, sad smile that despite its gentleness held a firm presence. "I know that look on your face, and you know you shouldn't think any less of yourself for this." For what seemed the hundredth time Danny signed, deflating slightly, she knew him so well.

"I know Sam," He said, feeling far better than before, she always had this way about her that cheered him up immensely "It's just … when I force them down ... I can still feel them just under the skin, like I'm always wearing an old rubber mask." She had let go of his shoulder and he had turned to the east, in the direction of the disturbance. "And when I finally remove that stifling mask, it feels so good … but then I look at myself, look at what feels natural and I can't help but feel less …" "Human" she finished for him, her voice laced with a deep understanding. She may have a more human like ghost form, but she too was untimely a halfa as well, she knew just as well as him how stuffy the act can be.

"I know its ridicules, but it's still how I feel, we can logically deduce feeling like this is stupid, but no matter what, instinct can't work well with logic." And once more he signed, but more in a mocking fashion then his earlier breaths.

"Instinct might not be able to work with logic, but it sure can with determination." Sam boldly stated as she walked up to stand next to him "Just remember you're no less human than anyone else, no less than me." He snorted at that, earning him a strong punch to the shoulder "Don't you get cynical with me Mr. Lone wolf-Dragon!" She said, crossing her arms with a playful smirk.

Danny meanwhile rubbed his shoulder and said "Am I Mr. Bloodhound or Mr. Lone wolf-dragon?" Sam rolled her eyes and dropped her smirk, with a look of determination she said "Now what's really eating you up? You're never up here unless you've got something on your mind, and judging from the thunder your mopping has caused, I'd say somethings got you riled up." Danny blinked and looked below him. Sure enough there was a symphony of rolling thunder in the rather large cloud he apparently supper charged. Nothing was hitting the ground yet, no rain or lighting from above, but one stray thought and it could turn into an Olympian epic down there, and judging the green flashes he was seeing, none to natural looking either. Danny grimaced; his master was going to drill him into the ground. He could see it now, using fel energy to deflect curses and shield charms to deflect fel, untold number of objects to transfigure to and from, and he always saved a special surprise just to drill home the lesson, watch your control. Danny slumped forward a little as he internally focused on slowly dissipating the clouds.

"I can already see that all knowing smirk of his right before he hands out the millennia planned punishment." He said with sad defeat, the thunder already dying off as the clouds softened, turning a lighter blue under the moonlight.

"I've already seen it, along with his 'guide to powerful elemental spells' for what he called 'light reading'." Sam air quoted and smirked as Danny's head and shoulders sunk further down. She returned to her serious air and said "it was about that disturbance wasn't it." It wasn't a question, it was a statement. Danny rose from his slouch and once again signed, but this time with a more serious attitude.

"Yes it is," He said looking straight at her for a few seconds, then straight out again to the east. "It's not like I haven't sensed a malevolent aura before, but this one is different." Sam kept his eyes on him and said "your right." She looked out toward the same direction as Danny, a small frown on her face. She couldn't quite sense it a strongly as Danny, but he knew her training, and if she felt the same thing, she'd know why it troubled him so. She closed her eyes to concentrate "Its faint now, whatever it is must be in hiding, it was hard enough to get a general location before, now you can forget it." He nodded, when he sensed it, he tried to pinpoint it, but despite its power and disturbing nature, it seemed subdued, probably shielded to prevent such discovery, all he could detect was it was somewhere in the united kingdoms. Not only that but he could feel faint traces all over the place, like it had been split into pieces and spread out everywhere before going dormant, only for everything to resonate after … whatever happened. But that wasn't what disturbed him the most. After several more seconds Sam's eyes shot open in shock "It's… a Halfa?!" She shouted in shock, she didn't care how loud she was, she was in too surprised to care. "Bingo" Danny said with a half-hearted grin in her direction before frowning again in the direction of the UK. "I don't know how, but it's defiantly a halfa, not just any halfa, half human, half spirit." He said grimly.

Halfas in general, were not as rare as some might want to believe. There were many kinds of spirits in the zone and realms beyond, and many of which could be considered a cross in-between. Some were created as halfas by consequence of their formation; Danny remembered hearing of a British wizarding instructor that was a cross between a shade and an apparition, stuck in a boring drool one day, and then switching to an obsessive nut the next. Some were created from the union of two compatible spirits, the stories of the cyclops being born of a union between Medusa and Neptune. But half human, half spirits were a whole other problem. Sure, there were the demi-gods, but those could only come from greater spirit, and were rare and few between, and with new laws passed baring such relationships in the zone, they were definitively extinct. Other than that, the only halfas Danny was aware of where the altered human variety, which held its own sub-categories. For all his preaching, it turned out Vlad was a completely different kind of halfa, more akin to vampires, ironically enough. He didn't seek continues sustenance like a vampire, but the nature of his obsessive tendencies and his more radial exposure to ectoplasm caused his ghost form to develop a more like a lesser spirit, as such, he only developed a basic ectoplasmic core. Sam was different than Vlad, but was also unlike Danny. She was infused with pure energy, both fel and natural from undergrowth, causing her development to be more akin to an elemental spirit. Then there was Danny and …

"Does Danielle know about this?" Sam asked, a worried tone clear in her voice. Danny responded "She does, we talked about it after dinner." He smirked and said "She said I was just being paranoid as always, pointing out that master Clockwork defiantly has a plan for whatever it is." He snorted at the memory; he turned to Sam and said with pleased smirk "She said it with such conviction, wondered where I heard it before." He said in sarcastic tone. Sam blushed, turning her head away she muttered "who knows." Danny's smirk bloomed into a full grown grin.

Danielle had been another testament to Vlad's Fruitloopishness (5 years later and the nickname still fit him so well,) a clone of Danny, right down to his magic. He had used her to try and create the perfect son, but instead, she turned on Vlad and helped him end Vlad's cloning escapade. At first she tried to fly away, but he stopped her midflight to reason with her. After a short debate, she finally decided to at least talk her options out with his parents. Their reactions were just as he expected, His mom coed, Jazz did a spit take before fainting and Danny's father was already blathering on about ghosts to his new child. All in all a good welcome to the newest Fenton, she was even offered the key to Nightingale Manor, but declined, wishing keep Fenton as her last name. She too was also trained, but her development was different than Danny. Unlike him, she developed a pyrokinetic core and held no third energy as she was created before he took the throne. Like him, she to developed an abnormal animagus form, but instead of a wolf-dragon hybrid, hers was a panther-dragon hybrid, resulting in her ears being rounded jetting outward from her skull, instead of his which shot backward. In the 3 years since joining the family, the one Danny had seen her hang out more than anyone else was Sam. The two became inseparable, as if she was born Sam's little sister, their constant company made easier by Sam's ever increasing regularity at the Fenton home. The discovery of her magic brought the tumultuous ire of her parents, who were pointing fingers before they even realized what they were accusing people of, and number one on their guiltily list were the Fenton's. And after the incident with Undergrowth and her becoming a halfa, things only got worse. Nowadays Danny wouldn't be surprised at waking up and finder her at the breakfast table, having spent the night there in the guest room down the hall, and seeing his mother making any kind of vegan breakfast without even being asked.

Danny turned back to the Skyline and again as his face set into a frown, Danielle's comment, while most likely being true also reminded him of something his master said to them a few days ago "Sam, do you remember what master Clockwork said a few days ago?" she turned to him, and again her eyes widened "Yes! Of course, he said he would be in contact with a British wizard in a few days! How could I have forgotten?!" she said with quick slap of her forehead. "Because you were talking to Tucker about that new Dead Teacher movie, while master was making me lift weights with both my body, my fel energy AND my magic." Danny Huffed at the end "I swear, he only waits till I'm neck deep in the worst training before he drops these hints, like it's some sort of test of my concentration." Danny rolled his eyes before looking out into the horizon one more time. A halfa with a sinister aura in the UK, a British wizard consulting with his master, all of this was starting to give Danny a growing sense of dread. It was one thing to face an enemy before you, you can garner information based on the man or woman before, you can learn about your opponent. It's the hidden enemies that made him uneasy. And an opponent he no clue to other then being willfully destructive was even worse. He was going to sign again before he again felt a comforting hand on his shoulder.

"Well mopping about it isn't going to help in the least," Sam said before giving Danny a playful shove on his shoulder "come on Zeus, leave the woes of the mortal world and give us a lift back to Fenton works. Danielle sent me to pull your emo butt back down to earth for our weekly horror movie marathon." Danny chuckled before lifting his left hand and concentrating. A few meters in front of them, an eight foot long, and five foot wide oval of swirling black and green energies appeared before them. Danny and Sam walked/floated calmly up and through the vortex, disappearing into the swells of green and black. A few moments later, the portal collapsed in flash of green and black.

Ok, end chapter summery where I beg every not to hate me, so yea, Danny Phantom-Harry Potter crossover. Before anything else, I just want to point out, I'm not really aiming for this to be a super awesome story, and this is more me venting a story for fun. First off, if you couldn't already tell, MAJOR AU for the DP side. I'm not completely rewriting everything, but as you've seen, I'm doing a lot of character redesigns. That being said, a majority of the DP backstory is structured around previous knowledge, which is why I skipped over so much of Danny's accident and Sam becoming a halfa. If you've seen enough of the show, then these shouldn't be too hard to follow (unless I'm a crappier writer then I thought, also a possibility.) Some things like the full backstory of Vlad and Valerie will have to be reworked, but I plan to do that later, as it develops in the story. Really I just planned this first chapter to be a giant exposition dump, getting some core changes out of the way so I could focus on the plot. Speaking of which, I can already hear HP fanboys and purists screaming at me for that little twist in old moldy butt. Don't worry; I don't plan to put Ralph Fiennes in a black jump suit. As you might have deduced very quickly, my AU'ing has left the definition of Halfa very thin, which when I explain what's going on will make much more sense. To be perfectly honest, I really making this story up as I go, I have a general idea of how I want things to progress, but you know how that turns out. And finally, I hate to do this, but I will NOT have a regular release date, sorry I know that's aggravating, but if you've followed any content provider, you know the problems of making something like this regular. PLS post any question you have in the comments and I'll try to answer, please review and enjoy.