Chapter 1

Danny, after calming down, stretched out his newfound wings to the limit, roughly six feet per wing. He heard someone rap on the door.

"Danny! Get up! It's time for school!" called his bossy, know-it-all sister Jazz.

"Uh, yeah, Okay!" Danny stuttered in reply hoping that Jazz would not come in, "I'm up!"

The half-ghost quickly changed his clothes, except his shirt, and put on a long, black overcoat, effectively hiding the angelic wings from view after folding them up against his body. Luckily, it was January, so Casper High would have no reason to question a sudden change in wardrobe. He slunk down the stairs after grabbing his backpack and shoving his books in it. Jazz was setting down a bowl of Lucky Charms cereal. She smiled at her brother.

"Eat up!" she chirped perkily, as usual.

"Thanks, Jazz." Danny smiled back wearily and sat down to eat.

"Danny," Jazz said suddenly, "what's up with the coat?"

Danny, being the cool-headed smooth-talker he was, nearly choked on his cereal and started stuttering, "B-because I'm cold!"

"Uh-huh," Jazz said, giving her brother a you-can't-think-I-seriously-believed-that look. "Well, let's head to school-" Danny darted out the door. "-little brother?" Jazz finished. She sighed and left after Danny, smiling.

Danny rushed out the door without letting Jazz finish. He knew he should be freaking out or something, but found he was surprisingly cool with the situation. He decided to just "roll with it", but needed some info first. Danny decided he would ask Clockwork about it later, maybe. The guy did know everything, after all.

The 16-year-old willed the two blue rings to wash over his body, turning him into his alter ego, Danny Phantom. Black hair turned to snow white, and icy blue eyes turned to a radioactive green. Surprisingly, the overcoat stayed, but it also turned from black to white. This was good, because his wings were on his ghostly form as well. He jumped up and flew off to school to meet Sam and Tucker.

Danny landed in front of Casper High and after making sure no one was watching, transformed into Danny Fenton. He then met up with his friends on the steps.

"Hey Danny, sorry about you having to study all by yourself. You know, you could of asked us for help," Sam said, briefly hugging him.

"Yeah, man, we're here too," Tucker pointed out, smirking at he and Sam hugging. "Lovebirds."

"WE'RE NOT LOVEBIRDS!" Danny and Sam chorused together. They looked at each other and blushed. Sam punched Tucker hard in the arm and stomped on his foot.

"Owowowowowwww!" Tucker cried. He jumped around clutching his arm in one hand and his foot in the other. Sam snickered and they all headed for class.

Danny, Sam, and Tucker walked down the hall to Danny's locker.

"FENTURD!" shouted an all-too-familiar voice.

"Dash," groaned Sam. "What do you want? We're busy."

"Doing what?" Dash sneered. "Making out with your boyfriend?"

"He's/I'm not my/her boyfriend!" Danny and Sam said together… again. Dash ignored them and turned to Danny.

"Hey Fentina, I think you missed a date with your locker!" the jock said. He grabbed the front of Danny's coat and opened the locker behind him, shoving Danny in after he did so. Dash laughed and his jock friend, Kwan, came along and joined in. After a minute both left, still snickering. Sam let Danny out of the locker.

When Dash went past Danny on his way to class, he snagged his overcoat and half yanked it off. Danny scrambled to grab it, but it was too late. It fell off revealing his black wings.

Sam gasped and Tucker just gaped at them, opening and closing his mouth like a fish.

"Danny? How'd you get…" Tucker trailed off.

Danny sighed, "Wings? Honestly, I have no clue. Last night I passed out and this morning I woke up with wings. I just don't know." He quickly pulled his coat back on so no passer-by would see. Sam, of course, started freaking out.

"Oh my gosh, Danny! This is serious! Are you hurt? Have you told anyone? Or asked Clockwork? Or studied them? Or-"

"Sam! It's okay! I'm fine!" the angelic teen yelled. "Really." He was going to say something else, but was interrupted by a wisp of cold blue air coming out of his mouth. His Ghost Sense. He groaned. "Sorry, guys, I got to go take care of this." He said. "Tell Mr. Lancer some excuse."

Tucker nodded and he and Sam ran off to homeroom. Danny transformed, carefully covering his now-white wings with his coat, and flew out of the school. Please be the Box Ghost, please be the Box Ghost, he thought as he sped out the door. He could not be late again, because Mr. Lancer would keep him for detention again!

Luckily, his wish was granted.

"BEWARE!" shouted none other than the Box Ghost. "I AM THE BOX GHOST, HERE TO GET MY CORRUGATED CARDBOARD VENGEANCE!"

Danny sighed for what felt like the fiftieth time that day. "Oh, good, it's just you."

"YES! I AM THE BO-"

"I know who you are! It was a rhetorical question! Wait. That's not right...eh, whatever." The halfa reached behind him for his thermos, but it was not there. Darn it! In my rush to get away from Jazz, I left the Fenton thermos at home! Guess I will just have to beat him and he goes back on his own.

He shot an ecto-ray at the Box Ghost, but he dodged. Guess he got better. Danny swerved to avoid an incoming box, but didn't see the other box in time. It slammed into his chest and tore off his white overcoat. No! His snow-white wings snapped out to their full length. The Box Ghost stared wide-eyed at the wings, his mouth hanging open. Then the box-obsessed ghost turned tail and fled, heading for the Fenton Portal.

Danny blinked. Okay, that was weird. Oh, well, maybe I can make it to homeroom before the second bell. He darted into the school and changed after grabbing his overcoat and shoving it on. Naturally, the second bell chose to ring right as he got to his locker to get his books. Danny grabbed them and sprinted to homeroom. He burst through the door.

"Detention, Mr. Fenton," Mr. Lancer said, eying Danny's overcoat. Danny sighed and took the little pink slip. He headed for his desk, getting weird looks the whole way. He sat down. Almost immediately, he got passed a note.

Who was it? He turned it over and scribbled on the back. Just the Box Ghost. He saw my wings, though, and looked all shocked and flew off. Weird. He passed it back to Sam.

She looked at it and nodded. She stuffed it in her backpack. Mr. Lancer, meanwhile, was droning on about Shakespeare's "inspirationally moving" plays. Danny braced himself for a long first period.