Hello everybody! I know you're probably all frothing at the mouth at me not updating my Sonic/Naruto story and my Negima stories...so please don't kill me for making this new one! I'm not, I repeat, I AM NOT ABANDONING THEM. So please, rest easy and enjoy the show.

Credit with the creation of this story goes to Shadow Crystal Mage, who has beta'ed it and given me very good insight.

Enjoy!

P.S. Before I forget: I don't own Danny Phantom or Harry Potter. So you don't sue. Sue me and I'll sick my muse on you.

Lost Prologue pt 1

Harry Potter was far from what you would call 'normal'. He was a wizard, which slightly moved him away from the norm of everyday life, but he was also the prophesized savior or the Wizarding World. Not to mention that both parents are dead, killed by a psychotic wizard who called himself Lord Voldemort, leaving him in the care of his aunt and uncle, who at best tolerated his existence with beatings and starvations.

Yes. Quite unusual, the life that young fifteen old Harry leads, no?

Therefore, it came as quite a surprise to him when his Uncle Vernon, Aunt Petunia and his cousin Dudley decided to drag him to the United States to meet Uncle Vernon's cousin Jack Fenton. And that is where our story begins.

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"Hurry up boy!" Vernon yelled at Harry, who was currently trying to carry all the luggage in one go. "I want all of our clothes in our room by sundown you know!"

"Coming Uncle Vernon!" Harry called back, feeling his back literally cracking under the insane amount of weight as heard his uncle chatting it up with his cousin and his cousin's wife. With a great heave, he managed to plop all of it on the final step, taking a seat on the one before it for a quick breather.

Even in America, he still couldn't count on any kindness being shown to him

"Hey, need a hand with all that?" Harry heard a voice ask. Looking up, he saw a boy, possibly a year younger than him, with black hair, blue eyes, and wearing a simple shirt and jeans, followed by a girl wearing all black with some dark shaded colors of green and purple and a tanned boy wearing a mishmash of yellow and green toying on some kind of device that Harry had seen Dudley play with at one point.

"Who're you?" Harry asked the trio.

"I'm Danny, and these are my friends Sam and Tucker," the boy in front said, referring to the goth and techie behind him respectively. "Are you Dudley?"

"Dudley the overgrown pig?" Harry asked. "No, I'm Harry. Harry Potter."

"So what part of the family are you from?" Danny asked, raising an eyebrow.

"Petunia's side," Harry said simply, getting up. "Ah, I'd really appreciate it if you could help me carry this stuff into the house."

"Sure, no problem," Danny said, taking one of the suitcases. "Geez! What's in here! Bricks!?"

"My aunt's clothes and makeup," Harry replied, resuming his trip upwards.

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A good half hour later of dragging the overly large bags of the Dursley's into the guest room, the newly acquainted quartet went to Danny's room, meeting Danny's sister, Jasmine Fenton along the way.

"Listen Dudley," Jasmine hissed, cornering him right in front of Danny and his friends. "I don't care if your Mommy and Daddy's little golden boy, but if you try to stare at me like that again, you're dead, got that!?"

"But I'm not Dudley," Harry said, a little freaked out how the girl had cornered him that quickly. "I'm the other cousin, Harry."

Jasmine stared at him, then blinked. Looking him over, she looked embarrassed and sheepish, scratching the back of her head, saying, "Oh, sorry about that. He had the gall to leer at me when I went down to the kitchen for a bite. Dirty pig was trying to look me up."

"Ohhhhhkay?" Danny said. "What, do these two look alike or something?"

"No, now that I look at them," Jasmine said, patting the Harry on the shoulder. "Sorry about that. I was just too mad to think straight."

"Its okay," Harry said, not watching her go.

The quartet continued outside, in a bit of an uncomfortable silence.

"So," Tucker started. "Where you from?"

"Great Britain," Harry muttered, his eyes taking a glazed look. "Though to be frank, there's nothing great about the place."

"Huh? Why?" Danny asked.

"I really don't want to talk about it," Harry said, that look still not leaving his face.

"So what do your parents do?" Sam asked.

"Other than dying? Not much," Harry replied, rather curtly.

Sam said nothing, apparently not disturbed for her lack of tact.

With a sigh, Harry turned to Danny and asked, "So what do your parents do for a living?"

"Er, they're ghost hunters," Danny said with a bit of resignation.

Harry's eyes looked up for a second, rather interested in the latest revelation. "Did you just say…"

"WHO SAID THERE WAS A GHOST?!" they all heard voice yell out. Harry jumped a foot in the air while the other three merely took it in stride, as if this kind of thing happened every day.

"There's no ghost here Dad," Danny said with a sigh. "I was just explaining to Harry here what you and mom did for a living."

"Oh, are you sure?" Jack said, going into his pocket and whipping out an odd shaped device that looked very similar to a grocery scanner and handed it to Harry, who was still staring. "Just in case, take this, the Fenton Ghost Identifier! With this little machine, you can find even the trickiest of ghost with its built in ectoplasm detector! And if you kids do happen to find one, let us know so we can capture it and send it back to the ghost zone where the little bugger belongs!"

"Mr. Fenton?" Sam said cautiously. "I think that's the most I've ever heard you say in one sitting."

"What?" Jack asked.

"Never mind," Danny said. "We're just gonna head to the Nasty Burger, right guys?"

"Alright," Jack said, moving letting them go. "Have fun kids. And be sure to watch out for any ghosts!" When they left, Jack stood there, rather thoughtful. "For a minute there, I thought Sam was questioning my intelligence…"

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"So your parent's are ghost hunters?" Harry asked.

"Yeah, for the most part," Danny said.

The quartet continued in silence to the famous Nasty Burger, a well known hang out for teenagers in Amity Park.

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