Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter or Danny Phantom.

Warning: This will have Harry Potter/Voldemort (Tom Riddle) and Danny Fenton/Vlad Masters pairings, so if that kind of thing disgusts you please don't read on. If you can stand it just to read a story, then go ahead and read on. If you enjoy the idea of the pairings then again simply continue reading on.

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A young teenage male sighed as he walked down a set of rickety stairs. He'd been staying at this inn called the "Leaky Cauldron" for a week now and despite that he still wasn't used to some of the strange things that occurred while he was there. Like whenever a waiter washed the tables the glasses would disappear off the table as soon as he washed them- sometimes he didn't even wash them at all but pointed this stick at the glasses and poof they'd be gone.

When it had first occurred Daniel thought that it had been some kind of strange ghost power, some ability to use a stick to make the glasses intangible. However he hadn't seen what use doing such a thing would be, after all the glasses wouldn't exactly be going anywhere that he could tell and it wasn't going to do any good to make glasses intangible so that patrons couldn't use them.

He had intended on asking someone what the strange occurrences were about but he'd never found the chance to actually come out and ask someone. After all, it seemed an extremely commonplace thing in this inn and therefore asking about it would clue anyone in that Daniel might not necessarily belong there and they would kick him out. Which would be quite a shame really, as this was one of the most fascinating places he'd stayed at in a long time.

Once he was down the stairs he walked over to an empty table near the window, settling down in the booth there. As a seemingly unwritten rule no one came to check on him, which he'd already gotten used to. Instead he simply looked through the menu on the table, looking for an item on it that he hadn't already had. Trying out new food was always entertaining, and you never knew what you were going to eat. Not to mention that the menu had some very strange items on it, such as newt tails…

Daniel was so engrossed in reading through the menu and thinking over what exactly he wanted this morning that when a loud 'bang' sounded from outside the inn, joined by many alarms from the cars on the street, he nearly shot out of his seat cursing. It was only intense self-control that stopped him from doing such.

Turning in his seat, he slowly released his death grip on the menu in his hands and lowered the slightly rumpled menu onto the table. Outside the window there was a blue triple decker bus in the street, innocent but for the fact that Daniel knew no triple decker bus in the city was supposed to be blue. Or in this street either, as it wasn't a traffic area for a bus to stop at as it was.

Curiosity peaked, he watched as a young teenage boy stepped off the bus. When he went to the compartment on the bus' side which held passenger luggage he pulled out a huge trunk along with a bird cage.

Rather strange objects for someone to pull around with them, Daniel couldn't help but note.

The man who ran the Leaky Cauldron, Tom he remembered him as, was already limping his way towards the young boy. Just like with many of the people who came to this strange place, he pulled a stick out of his pocket and waved it at several of the honking cars on the street to silence them.

Unable to simply sit at the table and not know what was going on currently, as this was certainly not a normal occurrence around this strange place, Danny took a quick look around the room to make sure that no one was watching him before turning intangible.

He walked straight through the wall, sneaking closer to listen in on what the young boy and the innkeeper were saying. Danny didn't dare sneak too close though, he had no way of knowing if they would somehow be able to detect he was there with their strange abilities.

"Mr. Potter," Tom was saying at the moment, "it's a good thing that you arrived safely. The Minister would have my head if you got lost and didn't make it safely here."

The boy was frowning in what Danny could only guess confusion as he listened to the man and looked at the owl in its cage.

"Why would the Minister be worried about me? Shouldn't he want to expel me?" he asked slowly, clearly not believing what he was being told.

Tom laughed in that low way he had and ambled back towards the inn, his stick pointing at the boy's luggage and causing it to float along behind him through the door with him. Danny gaped openly at that, glad that no one could see him doing so, and followed behind him.

"The Minister would feel very upset if the one who helped out Hogwarts last year was killed because he couldn't keep him protected from dangers," was his only reply to the boy's question.

Danny couldn't help but wonder who this Minister was; did they mean the prime minister? What could the prime minister be interested in a young boy's safety for?

Instead of replying to Tom, the boy stayed silent and followed along behind him as he led him into a side room that Danny could only assume was Tom's personal room. When he tried to follow them into it he found himself unable to, walking straight into the wall in a way that was only possible if someone was using an anti-ghost shield. Which he was rather sure no one here had.

Rather gob smacked at this, he was rather disappointed at the same time for not being able to listen in on what was going on in the room. Despite this setback he walked back to the table he had been sitting at and, with a quick look around the room once more, turned visible once more to take his seat again.

He settled on what he wanted to eat and waited patiently, knowing that for whatever reason someone would just know what he wanted to order. And several minutes later what he had wanted to order floated to his table from nowhere and settled down in front of him, looking and smelling as delicious as he thought it would have.

When faced with such a delicious meal how could he not simply dig in and eat?

Once he had eaten his meal Danny simply placed down the proper amount of cash to pay for it and watched as it floated away along with his plate, shaking his head in amusement at the strangeness of this place.

He stood up from the table and moved towards the stairs to return to his room, yelping when something suddenly rammed into his side before he could start up the stairs.

Danny hissed under his breath as he rubbed at his side and turned to see what had run into him so carelessly.

The boy from earlier was staring wide-eyed at him and biting on his lip in a nervous manner, holding onto his bird's cage. It must have been that which had knocked into him by accident, as it was the only thing that was close enough to do so. The owl in the cage hooted at him and fluffed up its feathers.

"I-I'm so sorry, I wasn't watching where I was going," the boy started in a rush, as though he was worried that he would yell at him.

"It's no problem," Danny replied with a smile, "accidents can happen. I certainly wasn't watching my surroundings either or else I would have let you pass, since you must have been thinking hard."

The owl boy smiled shyly in response to his kindness, shifting the cage under his arm and didn't reply.

Danny noticed the trunk behind the boy and peered around it to get a better look at it. What a strange thing to lug around with you, it looked very heavy as well and this thin boy didn't seem strong enough to really carry it that far.

"Would you like some help carrying that up to your room?" he asked, turning his attention back to the boy.

"W-well I-I don't really…" the boy mumbled in response, his face starting to take on a red tint. Danny waited for him to finish his sentence. "…Have a room…"

"You don't have a room?" he asked, slightly incredulous. Hadn't the innkeeper implied earlier that this boy was important to some Minister fellow? It was rather improper manners to not have a room immediately ready for someone who was supposed to be so important.

"Well it's true that the rest of the rooms were all occupied last I saw," he said slowly, frowning as he thought of whether there was a room open or not. He definitely remembered someone being turned to another inn while he was eating though, so there couldn't be any rooms open for this boy.

"Why don't you stay with me?" he asked, deciding then and there to throw caution to the wind. While this boy might be some kind of insane psychopath he was certainly willing to take this chance to get to know him, maybe it was just that he was lonely enough to risk his life. Whatever it was, he tended to trust his instincts, as they hadn't led him astray just yet.

In response to his question the boy simply gaped openly at him, as though he hadn't ever expected anyone to be so kind as to actually request he stay with them.

Grinning teasingly, he prodded the boy with a, "Unless you want to try to find a room at another inn, but those can be pretty far and I've heard that they're a bit pricier than here."

The boy's owl chittered almost angrily and bit at his finger, causing the boy to jump and snap out of whatever he was currently thinking about.

"S-sure, I-I mean… so long as it's not a bother for you," he stuttered, looking down at the owl with a disapproving yet affectionate look.

"Hey," Danny said with a slight laugh, "if it was a bother to me I wouldn't offer it in the first place. You don't need to worry about being some kind of bother to me."

Realizing that he hadn't introduced himself, he stuck out his hand and said, "My name's Danny, by the way."

The raven-haired boy stared at his hand as though he'd never been offered a handshake before, taking a bit longer than necessary to take it and shake. Even then his handshake was rather loose and unconfident.

"T-thanks. I'm Harry, Harry Potter," he responded, looking up at him as though he expected him to suddenly have some kind of deep revelation.

"Really? Nice name Harry," was all Danny had to say in response to that. After all, he'd heard far stranger names in his lifetime, there was no need to be concerned by what this boy's name was. "Let me help you with that trunk, you look dead on your feet and you already have that cage to carry up as it is."

While he stepped around the boy and grabbed the trunk's handle to start pulling it up the stairs, the boy was trying to disagree with him.

"Y-You don't have to do that! I can carry it up by myself," he said in a rush, reaching out his hand to take the trunk's handle from him.

Danny tutted and pushed his hand away, scrutinizing him closely. Thin glasses that didn't seem to properly fit his face and which were falling down from the first moment he met the boy, green emerald eyes with a beautiful glow to them were settled behind the glasses. Untamed raven hair lay on the boy's head as though he had never known what a brush was, or that it constantly had battles with any brush that tried to tame it and defeated the brush every time.

And then there were the clothes covering the boy's body that looked far too big for his size and hung off him most unattractively. Despite the fact that the clothes were too big, Danny could still tell that the boy didn't have as strong of muscles as he himself did and they certainly weren't enough to take the trunk up the stairs without strain.

Under his scrutiny Harry flushed and flicked his eyes down to the ground, not quick enough for him to hide the shame that lay in those emerald eyes.

"We're going to go into London tomorrow to get you some new clothes," he firmly told the boy as he turned to carry the trunk up the stairs.

Harry followed after him and protested immediately, "No, no, we don't need to do that. I don't want to be more of a burden than I already am, you don't need to get me anything."

"Nonsense," he rebutted him, "I don't care what you think might be a bother to me, whatever we get won't put a dent in my account. Now come on, I think you're going to like staying with me for the time that you're here."

When he looked back at the boy with a large grin, he looked back at him with a small one. Danny could tell Harry was still uncertain about him spending money on him, and he was probably also stunned someone was actually offering to do so as well.

"T-thanks… I guess…" he said quietly in response.

Danny fetched out the key to his room from his pocket and unlocked the door, opening it quickly and lugging the trunk into it. He made sure that it was settled down on a second bed in his room.

"You can pay me back by telling me how the hell everyone manages to do all those cool things," he chirped as he turned back towards the boy.

Harry blinked in confusion at him. "What do you mean by that?"

Danny huffed and threw his arms up. "Like how people here are always doing weird things. Like making things disappear, or making something hover… stuff like that!"

Harry now looked surprised and slightly alarmed at what he had said.

"You mean you don't know about magic? Then how did you get in here? Only wizards and squibs can see this place," he said slowly as though he was thinking it over himself as well. His eyes flickered to the door, and Danny was sure he was wondering whether he should make a run for it or not.

"Magic is it?" he asked as he shrugged in response to the boy's questions. "Well, now that I think about it that does make a lot of sense. I've seen enough strange things in my life to believe what's right in front of my eyes," he said dismissively, as if he was told every day that things like magic existed.

Emerald eyes stared at him as their owner slowly asked, "So you're not going to freak out?"

"Why should I, it's just magic. I've run across far scarier things that were trying to kill or eat me, I'm rather open to anything at the moment," Danny said with another shrug, flashing a grin at the still-nervous teen.

All nervousness seemed to wash away from the boy at his grin, and he grinned back at him. "You know what? I think we're going to get along just fine," was his response.

Danny snorted, he would have been rather surprised if they didn't with the way Harry had seemed to instantly trust him without a problem just as he trusted the boy to stay with him. As long as he kept his secret to himself this boy could stay his friend, but he couldn't get too close to him because too close meant that he would find out. He'd rather not have to kill this new friend…

Harry walked over to the trunk on the bed, placing the owl's cage on the bedside table. Before he opened his trunk he opened the cage and cooed at his owl.

"Come here Hedwig," he murmured lovingly. The white owl nipped at his finger and rubbed its head against his hand before stepping out onto his hand.

"This is my snowy owl, Hedwig," Harry explained as he turned back towards Danny, holding out his hand with the bird on it towards him.

While owls made him slightly nervous, they had sharp beaks after all, Danny certainly couldn't just snub the creature. So he reached out his own hand to let the owl treat him the same way that it had treated its owner.

"She must really like you," Harry said approvingly, smiling at him as his owl hooted softly and nipped Danny's finger again.

"Though she's probably hungry," he added as an afterthought, looking at the window.

"She needs to go out?" Danny asked thoughtfully, watching as the boy walked over to the window and opened it.

"Yeah," Harry responded with a nod, flashing him a grin. "Unless you wanted to watch her eat mice in here, though I don't have any."

Danny wrinkled his nose at the thought. Harry laughed and rubbed the owl's head again. "Go on girl; get yourself some mice to eat. I'll be staying here until I need to get on the train, so whenever you're done you can just come back here or return to Hogwarts."

The owl hooted once more before taking off out the window. Harry watched her until she was out of sight before closing the window again. Taking a deep breath, he turned towards his trunk and opened it to look through his items.

"What brings you here anyway?" he asked while doing that, not seeing the flinch that Danny had.

"You asshole! I trusted you and now you tell us you're not human!"

He bit his lip at the memory. "I… I just wanted to get away from my life at home," he said softly in response, looking at the wall.

"Sam! This is why I didn't tell you or Tucker, I knew you'd freak out!"

He could tell that Harry was giving him a worried and sad look. "I'm sorry if that brings up memories. If you want you could talk about it, I hear talking about things can help. You don't have to if you don't want to though."

Danny didn't respond however, and so the boy continued with what he was doing.

"Dude, you'll turn your back on us and hand us over to your ghost friends! How could we have ever trusted you!"

"I… I thought you were different than other humans…"

"Of course we are, we're going to get rid of you so you can't hurt anyone else!"

"All you humans are the same. All you care about is your own kind, you never care about others. If you discover someone isn't human, you turn your back on them even if they're your best friend. You disgust me. You don't deserve to live."

"W-what are you talking about you monster? You killed them all, I know you did! It had to be you, why should we trust you when you did tha-"

Slash, red liquid spewing everywhere, a scream, thunk…s

"You killed him! You killed him, you bastar-"

Another cut in the night, a second fountain of red, and then silence.

"Humans don't deserve to live if this is how they are. I'll never trust a human again; I'll never let them near me. They don't deserve to live, backstabbers… If anyone tries to get close to me, I'll kill them…"

Footsteps faded away, new ones creeping near. A scream rent through the night as the deaths were discovered.

"It's nothing too important," Danny mumbled, reaching up to rub at his eyes and wipe away the tears that were gathering there at the painful memory.

With that gone he turned towards the boy who had finished putting his trunk under the bed and was now sitting on it watching him.

"You should get some sleep, we'll be going to London in the morning," he told him, turning towards his own bed so that the boy wouldn't see the swirling emotions in his eyes. That had been so very long ago, was it possible at all for humans to change?

He'd promised himself that he wouldn't let anyone near him again though, it had only ever caused him pain and he didn't want to suffer that again. Even if this boy seemed to be so very kind.

"Okay…" Harry said shyly, "If you feel like talking, I can listen though. Goodnight Danny."

Danny settled down under the covers of the bed, listening to Harry do the same. He could hear the young raven's soft breathing as he tried to get to sleep and wondered if he would be able to do the same.

For just a split second he'd almost given in to his offer, the sweetness and kindness in his voice enticing him. The urge was immediately crushed though, there was no way he could trust someone like that again. No human was truly kind towards something outside of their own species, they couldn't accept someone like thim.

And so he fell asleep to the screams of the past, of two people he once trusted with all his heart. The two who had then taken his heart and crushed it into pieces, not understanding the pain they had caused him even as they died from his hand. Those who had taken him in when no one else ever wanted him, the ones he had believed were different and would never betray him.

Yes, he'd learned long ago what a mistake it was telling a human what he was. And that mistake could not be repeated.