Hi everyone, after much prodding from Phantom of a Rose, I've finally updated! You people know it's really hard for me to crank out these 2000 word chapters, right? ;)
Have you heard of the new episode of Danny Phantom coming out on June 9th? It's another movie, and it sounds so awesome! A short summary is in my forum.
Thanks to Phantom of a Rose (see? I'm updating!), blindyourears, My Eternal Façade, SalanTrong, Mysterious Prophetess, SolaCatella, charizardag, ShiroandFubuki, GhostAnn, Shiva the Sarcastic, Darth Frodo, silvermoonphantom, Half-NariMaruko, and Ohka Breynekai for reviewing. Also, say hi to my new beta, SolaCatella! She was kind enough to look over my story and help me fix a few plot holes.
One more thing—Please reread the second half of chapter one, as I have changed a few aspects of the story. Sorry for the inconvenience!
Disclaimer: I don't own Danny Phantom or Harry Potter.
"The United States?" Harry asked. "But…that's so far away! Voldemort's killing more and more people each week, and I want to help, not sit around doing nothing!" Beside him, Hermione and Ron nodded in agreement.
"We want to be useful," Hermione added. "Not hiding behind everyone like sitting ducks."
Professor McGonagall sighed. "I understand how you feel, but at the risk of repeating myself, it is vital you receive your full seven years of schooling. There are still things to learn, and you won't be of much use to us if you don't know enough magic."
When seeing that Harry still didn't seem convinced, Tonks added seriously, "It was one of Dumbledore's last wishes. He would've wanted you to finish your education before hunting down Voldemort or participating in the Order."
"I guess we're going to Amity Park then," Harry said after a long pause, defeated.
Harry Potter and the Ghost of Amity Park
Chapter Two: (To the tune of George of the Jungle) Ron, Ron, Ron of Amity, Look out for That Ghost! (AKA "The Author was on Crack/Pot/Some Kind of Medication when Making Up the Title and the Horrifically Long Alter-Title of This Chapter")
"Daaaaad, can you please just act normal for once regarding the subject of new neighbors?" Jazz groaned, banging her head on the table ("Ow…"). Jazz had started college last fall, and unlike most little brothers, Danny admitted that sometimes he missed her. Not only was she someone great to run to for advice, she had helped Danny out of tight, ghost-related spots more than once. He was thankful for summers, when his sister was back from college (if only for three months).
Danny shrugged as he grabbed another cookie his mom had made, chuckling lightly. "I don't know…I think it's kinda funny," he said through a mouthful of food, watching his dad lug up surveillance equipment from the lab. Sam was eyeing Tucker with disgust and amusement as he stuffed four cookies into his mouth simultaneously, chewing furiously.
"Yeah, lighten up, Jazz," said Sam. "Danny's dad has been doing this ever since you guys moved here. It's almost like a tradition or a new-neighbor initiation thing."
"But it's embarrassing!" Jazz moaned. "I mean, there was this one time the Turners almost got impaled by Dad's Ghost Finder even though there was nothing even remotely sharp on the invention, and that other time the Roths got sprayed with that nasty goo from a malfunctioning invention, not to mention when the Fenton Fisher tangled up the Graysons and oh, need I also bring up the time the Logans—" (1)
"Now, now, Jazzy-pants," Jack Fenton interrupted, "no need to worry this time. I've got everything fixed and ready—"
"—that's what you said last time—"
"I've got these high-powered binoculars to spy on—um, observe our neighbors—"
"—and, knowing your spur-of-the-moment inventions, it'll probably blow up both our and our neighbor's house—"
"—and this new and improved Fenton Finder, which will see if our neighbors are ghosts!"
"—which might just accidentally fire rockets at them and kill them all—"
"Oooohhh, and the Fenton Fisher, which I finally untangled!"
"—and that has a hook which could tear someone's eyes out if you're not careful where you're aiming that thing—"
"And, last but not least, the Fenton Bazooka with a built-in radar and Fenton Finder!" Jack finished, apparently not noticing his daughter's comments. Danny's eyes widened and he choked on his cookie when the machine turned on, saying, "Hello, welcome to the Fenton Bazooka 3000. There is a ghost three feet behind you. You must be some sort of moron not to notice the ghost three feet behind you." Jack scratched his head, baffled, glancing at Danny who just happened to be three feet behind him. "Automated firing program initiated, missiles locked on target. Preparing to fire…" The gun nozzle automatically aimed itself in Danny's direction.
Jazz, Sam, and Tucker were sure Danny broke overland speed records dashing out of the house, screaming his head off.
"Man, what's up with Danny?" Jack asked, confused, then turned back to his ghost-hunting weapon. "Argh, stupid Fenton Bazooka. Guess there's still a few bugs to work out."
"Uh, we're gonna go find Danny," said Tucker as he and Sam jumped up, walking towards the door. "Tell Mrs. Fenton we said thanks for the cookies." Jack grinned and gave them the thumbs up, then picked up the binoculars and started observing the large house next door, frowning and muttering that the new neighbors might be ghosts.
A few minutes later, Tucker and Sam found Danny wandering around the backyard, looking at the neighbors suspiciously through a tall, thick bush. He yelped when Sam snuck up behind him, tackling him to the ground. Tucker popped out from nowhere, laughing.
"Man, you should've seen the look on your face when the Fenton Bazooka turned on!" he said. "You looked like a ghost! Hahaha! Get it? You looked like a ghost?" Sam and Danny stared at him in creepy unison. "Okay, yeah, bad joke. Anyway, what are you doing? Taking a leaf out of your dad's book and spying on the snobby new British neighbors?"
"Yes…no…sort of," said Danny, brow furrowing, good humor evaporating almost instantly.
"There's…I don't know how to say this…I think there's something weird about them."
"And this is coming from Danny Fenton, the half ghost?" Sam said sarcastically, quirking her eyebrow.
"No, really Sam, I think there's something seriously wrong about these people next door to us," Danny insisted stubbornly. "Some of them dress really funny, in these really long robes."
"So? I may just be some sort of a fashion statement where they come from," Sam said pointedly.
"And for the few minutes I've been standing here, I've seen at least twenty people go inside that house. Twenty people, guys, and I know that house is big but not that big. But the strangest thing I saw was that there was this huge wooden trunk floating past the window!"
"……You sure you're not just seeing things?" Tucker asked skeptically. "Or could there be a ghost in the house?"
"No, my ghost sense would've—" Danny began, but was cut off by a wisp of blue mist floating out of his mouth. He groaned. "I hate Murphy's Law, karma, and irony. Going ghost!" Two rings of light swept over him and soon a white-haired ghost stood in Danny Fenton's place.
"Go get the Fenton Thermos," Danny told Sam and Tucker, then flew off into the air, surveying the area to see where the ghost was. But he heard the ghost before he saw it.
"Yes, once again, I, Technus, master of all things electronic, am free to rule the world!" cackled a nasally voice. Danny whirled around, coming face to face with a trench-coat wearing ghost with long white hair and sunglasses.
"How the heck did you get out of the Ghost Zone so soon?" Danny asked, annoyed. "I mean, seriously, I just sent you back two days ago!"
"That is because I, Technus, am the ultra-hip master of all things technological, and soon, the world! Beware!"
"…Have you been hanging out with the Box Ghost lately?" Danny asked skeptically. "I mean, with the whole 'beware' thing, you kinda sound like him…"
"You have discovered the secret to my new hip-ness!" said Technus. "But soon, I shall—"
Danny blasted him with an ecto-ray before he had a chance to finish his sentence, rolling his eyes. "Your new 'hip-ness'? Oh, please, just shut up already so I can stuff you in the Fenton thermos."
Technus growled, floating back up. Raising his arms, he howled, "You will pay for that, ghost child!" Electrical equipment floated around him, swirling in a vicious gale. However, Danny had wised up over the years. Blasting with the efficiency of a true professional ghost-hunter, he managed to get rid of half the floating electronic devices before they had managed to latch themselves onto Technus, causing a rain of cell phones, computers, and radios to litter the ground. Angered, the ghost tossed a large TV at Danny, who didn't manage to dodge in time. With a strangled yell, he careened through the air, barely managing to make himself intangible when he saw his neighbor's house looming ahead of him.
Danny landed on the floor with a muffled grunt, his breath knocked out of him. He stood up groggily, groaning and clutching his head. He was about to fly out when—
"Bloody hell!"
Danny jumped at the loud voice, whirling around to come face to face with a tall, gangly redhead, who was gaping at him with eyes the size of saucers.
"Oh, crap," Danny groaned. "Look, kid, I—"
A loud clattering noise was heard before a boy with black hair and a round pair of glasses ran in. "Ron, what's going on? I heard you yell," he said, then caught sight of Danny. "Who are you?" he asked, coming to a halt and scrutinizing him suspiciously, a trace of fear on his face.
"Uh…" Danny was at a loss for words.
"Harry, he came crashing out of the sky, but I he went straight through the roof without breaking it!" the first boy half shouted. "Moody! Tonks!" he called. "Someone broke in!"
"What? No, you don't understand—" Danny began, but found himself staring cross-eyed down a thin wooden branch. "Uh…any particular reason you're pointing a stick at me?" he asked, puzzled. Harry scowled darkly, opening his mouth to speak, but was cut off when several loud popping noises were suddenly heard.
To Danny's amazement, at least five people had appeared in the room without warning, almost like they had teleported or something. A few were wearing those weird robes he had seen when he was spying through the bushes, and, strangely enough, they were all pointing sticks at him, just like the boy with the weird scar on his forehead.
"Okay, what's going on h—oof!" Without warning, Danny was knocked to the ground with a flying stereo as a shrill voice declared, "Ha! Didn't think I forgot about you, did I?" To everyone but Danny's bafflement, Technus phased through the wall, surrounded by beeping electronic equipment. He continued with his speech. "Now, I will destroy—huh?" Danny watched, mystified, as one by one the mechanical devices went haywire, going from a static screen to beeping to emitting sparks before completely failing altogether.
"Who are you!?" someone shouted over the cacophony of the dying electronics. "Wait, I mean more like what are you?"
"A ghost," Danny answered hastily, seeing Sam and Tucker glance at him through the window, then rush to the house, Fenton Thermos in hand. "Look, all of you, get out of here, it's dangerous!"
A pale looking man shook his head scornfully. "Everyone knows that ghosts can't even touch humans, let alone hurt—ARGH!" Technus had gotten up after grieving the loss of his technology, tackling the nearest person to him, which just so happened to be the man speaking. Ignoring the chance for a good I-told-you-so, Danny flew to assist the man, who was being choked by a hysterical Technus yelling, "What did you do to my precious technology?"
Danny blew Technus off with an ecto-blast, sending the ghost flying into a wall. Just then, the door burst open and Sam and Tucker rushed in, thermos in hand.
"Danny, catch!"
The thermos went flying, and Danny caught it in mid-air, taking advantage of the stunned Technus and sucking him into the container. There was shocked silence in the room, until Ron spoke up.
"…I know I never took Muggle Studies, but isn't that thing supposed to be a soup-holder?"
(1)Anyone catch the references? ;D