This is a sequel crossover including Harry Potter and Danny Phantom. It's based two years after the Halfa at Hogwarts.
The first one is referenced throughout the fanfic but it isn't necessarily key to understanding things. But Harry does know Danny's secret and Danny and his family and friends know Danny's secret and about the magical community. Phantom Planet never happened in this fanfic.
By the way, while it isn't directly referenced, terms used in Fantastical Beasts and where to find them will feature.
I don't own either Danny Phantom or Harry Potter.
And so on with the story, enjoy.
Harry stepped off the plane and breathed the first breath of fresh air for hours after a long stuffy flight to America. He followed the other passengers into the airport terminal. He'd packed lightly, fitting everything he needed into a carry-on backpack. He'd brought his invisibility cloak, wand, of course, a few potion essentials, his broom and clothes. Thankfully Hermione had taught him that extension charm she used on her bag at Fleur and Bill's wedding.
He was on an important assignment. His first non-Death Eater assignment since he finished his auror training the previous year. In fact he'd volunteered for the assignment and seemed to be one of the very few aurors taking the situation seriously in the Ministry of Magic back in London. There was a problem with the ghosts. Tangible ghosts were attacking muggles and witches and wizards alike all over the world but mostly concentrated in Britain and certain locations in America. In fact since the investigation opened, Amity Park had come up repeatedly. But most witches and wizards thought that the attacks weren't ghosts but Death Eaters or something similar posing as ghosts.
But Harry knew better. He'd seen ghosts like the ones reported before. And he knew exactly who they needed. Danny Fenton or perhaps Danny Phantom. The problem was, as Danny was a muggle American citizen, Harry had to go to America and work with their magical government, the Magical Congress of the United States of America.
Harry shook his head and walked through baggage reclaim and out of the arrivals gate. A portkey had been arranged for him to get to New York. From there, he'd tell them about Danny, or at least what Danny told people that he didn't want to know his secret. Then hopefully the wizards there would allow Harry and Danny to take over the situation.
Harry stepped out of the building and scanned the street and pulled out a piece of paper which he had written the location of the portkey on. He read the address and time and held a hand out for a taxi. He'd come into Los Angeles international airport. A taxi stopped beside him and he climbed into the back.
"Hey, can you take me here?" Harry requested and handed the driver the page. The driver scanned the address and nodded.
"Sure. Just got off the plane huh?" the driver answered and returned the page and pulled back out on to the street. Harry chuckled.
"That obvious?" he remarked. The driver shrugged.
"Sorry mate. You've got a strong accent there? British?" the driver replied. Harry nodded.
"So, here for long? I could suggest some great sight-seeing spots if you want," the driver offered. Harry shook his head.
"No, I'm leaving the city today. I'm on a business trip and heading to New York as quickly as possible," Harry answered. The driver whistled.
"Wow, long trip that," the driver commented. Harry smirked. Maybe for a muggle, he thought.
"What kind of business?" the driver inquired. Harry shook his head.
"Sorry, not allowed to say. Sensitive information you know," Harry easily replied. The driver frowned, clearly even more curious but knew he wouldn't get a better answer.
"Know anyone from here?" the driver asked after a brief silence, stopping at a red light. Harry nodded.
"Actually yeah. I taught in a school a couple of years ago. A guy from America was teaching there too. He lives in Amity Park. Ever heard of it?" Harry revealed. The driver scoffed.
"Funny you say that. There was a big news story on there a couple of weeks ago. A big ghost invasion. It's all a hoax if you ask me," the driver answered. Harry raised an eyebrow.
"Ghost invasion. Can you tell me more? Haven't spoken to my friend in a while and I can't get most American news back home," Harry requested. The driver shrugged.
"Sorry, wasn't paying much attention to it at the time. But doesn't sound like anyone knows what happened exactly. One day, supposedly a bunch of ghosts appeared in the town and their most famous ghost Randy Phantom or something got into a big fight. Then they all vanished. Haven't been seen since. Some crackpot ghost hunters, the Fences I think, said we all have to be vigilant as most of those ghosts escaped and are considered dangerous. But like I said, it's all a hoax," the driver explained.
Harry frowned in thought. A big ghost invasion two weeks ago. That was when the ghost problem had started. Harry decided not to correct the driver on Danny Phantom and the Fentons. He wasn't happy with how the driver believed the Fentons to be crackpots since he'd met most of Danny's family and they seemed really nice. They were dedicated to their cause and Mrs Maddie Fenton was incredibly intelligent from what Harry saw when he met her. But then again, Harry knew that most muggles didn't believe in ghosts and he suddenly felt really bad for the Fentons. They were geniuses and Danny was incredibly brave and yet, everyone around them thought they were insane.
The taxi driver glanced at his passenger and frowned in concern.
"Sorry, did I say something wrong?" the driver ventured. Harry looked up and shook his head.
"No, just… worried about my friend is all. Even if it wasn't ghosts, sounds like something big happened in Amity Park. I'll get in contact with him once I get to New York," Harry half-lied. The driver smiled uncertainly and nodded.
A few minutes later the taxi pulled over and Harry handed the driver the fare, having changed some wizard money into American dollars at Gringotts before he left. Harry watched the taxi pull away and turn a corner. Harry glanced at his watch, having already set it to Los Angeles time and nodded to himself. He had twenty minutes to find the portkey. It took nearly fifteen minutes for Harry to find and identify an old soup can beside a dumpster as his portkey. He picked it up and waited.
Five minutes later he was standing in a New York alleyway. Harry tossed the can into a nearby bin and walked out with his backpack on his shoulder. He scanned the street and frowned. A wizard from the Magical Congress of the United States of America or MACUSA for short was meant to be meeting him. He shrugged to himself. He noticed a woman with two young children walking towards him. He called to her.
"Excuse me, sorry but my watch is slow. What time is it?" Harry inquired. The woman glanced nervously down the alleyway before pulling up her sleeve and looked at her own watch.
"Half past two," she answered him. Harry smiled and quickly corrected his own watch.
"Thanks. I have a big meeting that I can't be late for," Harry lied. The woman smiled at him and hurried down the street with her children.
Harry scanned the street again before sighing. The wizard was late. Harry was pretty recognisable in the wizarding community, even overseas. He spotted a bench a short distance away and sat down. He pulled out a pencil and his notebook. He'd taken to writing down notes of anything important he came across. It was essential that he remember everything, particularly since he had to write reports on his assignments. He scribbled into his notebook a note of his conversation with the taxi driver that there had been a big ghost attack in Amity Park two weeks ago.
A man sat down beside him a minute later.
"Nice day," the newcomer commented. Harry nodded.
"Yeah, it is," Harry agreed, discretely studying the man beside him. He wore a long beige jacket and wore a fedora hat, looking like a 50s detective. Underneath he wore faded black suit and red tie. The man smiled.
"Couldn't help but notice that you seem to be waiting for someone," the man remarked. Harry nodded.
"Yeah, just got into New York today. I was supposed to meet someone around here," Harry answered, beginning to see where this conversation might be leading to.
"Harry Potter," Harry introduced himself and held a hand out to the man. The man grinned and shook Harry's hand.
"Steven Robinson," the man returned. Harry smiled.
"It's funny you say that, I'm waiting for someone too. Goes by Harry Potter as well. Really distinctive scar," Steven ventured. Harry rolled his eyes and pushed up his fringe.
"Look like this Steven?" Harry inquired. Steven blushed and nodded.
"Sorry, had to be sure. I'll bring you to MACUSA now," Steven offered. Harry nodded and they stood up together.
It didn't take long for Steven to take Harry to the New York branch of the MACUSA and Harry was brought into a small but comfortable office. Steven sat down opposite Harry.
"So, you were sent by the British Ministry of Magic to help out with this ghost problem," Steven commented, it was clear from the way Steven said "ghost" that he wasn't one of the believers. Harry nodded.
"I was hoping to get in contact with a muggle here in America and enlist his help. He's a well-known and respected ghost hunter and expert. I've worked with him before," Harry informed the wizard. Steven raised an eyebrow.
"You want to involve a no-maj?" Steven asked incredulously. Harry frowned in confusion.
"No-maj?" he repeated. Steven sighed.
"No-maj… non-magical. You call them muggles," Steven explained. Harry hummed in understanding.
"Yeah, I do. I've seen what he can do and I'm convinced that he can get to the bottom of this ghost problem. In fact, he might even be working on it already. He lives in Amity Park and I have reason to believe that a recent large scale attack there was the start of all this," Harry replied. Steven frowned.
"We already looked into that attack. The Fentons know nothing," Steven revealed. Harry smirked.
"Which Fentons did you talk to?" Harry asked. Steven's frown deepened.
"Madeline and Jack Fenton," Steven answered. Harry shook his head.
"I'm talking about their son, Danny. That's who I want to work with. He works closely with a number of ghosts," Harry replied, hoping he wasn't saying too much. Steven raised an eyebrow.
"You're sure that he can help us?" Steven inquired slowly. Harry nodded.
"And he already knows about magic and wizards and so on. So you don't need to be careful around him," Harry informed him. Steven sighed in defeat.
"I'll have a word with my superiors. I can't guarantee anything but I'll try to convince them to bring Danny onto our team," Steven relented and left the room. Harry frowned in confusion.
"Our team?" Harry repeated softly to himself.
So, that's the problem and a little about what Harry's been up to in the last couple of years. Danny's introduced in the next chapter.
So… until the next chapter.