Yeah, so this is another one shot that didn't stay as one… I guess I did say that I would make this into a multi chapter if I started a new story, and I did just that. So anyway, news about this. Ok for one, with out spoiling anything, I'm going to fuse this story with another idea that I had. Why? Well it saves me from starting another Danny Phantom and Harry Potter cross over. That's really the only reason for the fusion. Next, because of the fusion, Sibling is going to have a title change. Also, be forewarned, this is probably going to be my most ambitious attempt at this particular cross over yet. So, wish me luck, I hope it turns out alright.

Sam was having a hard time hearing anything with the ringing in her ears. Yet, she was sure that whatever stupid words that were coming out of her mothers mouth were stupid and her anger was still completely justified.

She had a brother. A freaking twin brother that she never knew about and that she had met for the first time earlier that week. Oh, and she was adopted. The fact that nobody told her this incy bitty little fact was the major cause for her current state of simple boiling rage. Sam was vaguely aware that she was probably way too angry for the situation, but she didn't care.

She had managed to hold herself back from doing her normal routine of losing her head and doing something potentially stupid. That'll come after she heard her... Aunt and Uncle try to defend themselves. For the time being, she was a just sitting there in the den across from her parents. Completely quiet. Once her care takers finished speaking she had a response ready, some part of her somehow able to hear what they were saying.

"What do you mean 'you didn't think it mattered?'" Sam managed to say, her voice shaking with anger. Before Jeramy or Pamela could say anything Sam continued, her voice losing the quiver as it grew in volume. "You kept this from me all my life, and I don't think that you would've told me even after I met my freaking brother! I mean what the HELL!" As her voice carried through the room her parents cringed as the old vase near the fireplace exploded. The event killed any momentum she had, and she didn't really feel like sticking around the house at them moment. So she threw a quick glare the two across from her and stormed out of the room, passing by her grandmother on the way out.

Said Grandmother merely shook her head as she wheeled herself into the room and signaled Jeremy to stay were his was. "It's better to not go after her right now."

"But Mother..." Jeremy began before going silent when Ida shook her head.

"Sam's way too angry to listen to anything you would have to say. Let her cool off a bit before trying again. Besides, your wife needs you more than your daughter right now anyway." Jeremy turned to see Pamela holding her head, her shoulders shaking. He quickly went to her side and placed a comforting arm around her shoulders.

"Were we wrong in this?" Jeremy managed to ask, either to himself, Ida, or no one in particular.

Ida chose to be the one who would answer the question. "Yes." Sometimes it is better to be blunt. "It was a mistake that we all made, and now it's coming around to bite some asses. The only thing to do now is deal with it." She glanced over to what was left of the vase, some bits of it still smoking. "We should be a bit more honest with her, about everything."

Sam was still beyond furious, the exploding vase may have stopped her tirade against her parents, but it did nothing to quench her rage. She just needed to go someplace and be alone for a little while. Since the vase exploded she could feel whatever that weird power that she hadn't had to deal with in years ready to lash out at anything that irked her, she really didn't want to accidentally explode someone. So she stormed through Amity Park for a place that she could find solitary tranquility.

Of course Fate had to make her cross paths with the one person guaranteed to piss her off. Sam really didn't want to deal with Paulina, so she tried to ignore her and just pass on by. She managed to ignore the first thing the pink covered cheerleader said. It was the second, and more scathing remark, that had a near by dumpster explode open; raining trash all over the A-lister and her posse. Sam started to walk faster, almost running, towards her destination.

It took a while, and she might have caused some people some misfortune thanks to whatever it was that was up with her, but she finally made it. The park had plenty of places that she could be blissfully alone in. Normally when she was upset she would go and find her friends, and have a good time. This was not normal. She just needed to process everything. She was adopted. OK, that happens a lot. She has a brother that she didn't know about. That was also kinda normal-ish in her discovered situation. He was her twin. That was a little bit more rare... A lot more rare. She met him and thought he was her cousin because her parents intended to keep this a secret from her for her entire life!

An unnatural wind picked up around her and she immediately cut off that line of thought, it only made her anger bubble up–and beyond–the surface. She really didn't want to start blowing up the park, the plants hadn't done anything to her. Not since Undergrowth at least.

She sat there for a while, trying to get her temper under control. She should have just went and found one of her friends, she needed to not think about this. "Hey Sam, you ok?" Said a voice that she really wasn't expecting to hear at that exact moment. Yet, there he was, appearing out of no where like the ghostly-something-other that he was.

"Danny? What're you doing here?" Sam asked triedly, honestly surprised.

Danny shrugged, "I was out on a early patrol, Tucker went to his grandparents place and you weren't available so... Yeah." He transformed back to human and took a seat next to her. "So whats wrong?"

She really didn't want to talk about it, or think about it, not at the moment at least. "Would you believe me if I said nothing's wrong?"

Danny simply raised an eye brow. "You look like you just had a big argument with your folks. So spill." he said with a little force.

Sam had almost forgotten how stubborn Danny could be, and the crazy concerned streak he started when he got his powers and became a superhero. It was an irritably likable quality–damn it. "Fine. I'm adopted."

Danny froze, a shocked look plastered on his face. "Oh."

"Yeah, 'oh' is right, and it freaking doesn't stop there. Harry's my brother..." Danny's jaw dropped, but Sam didn't give him a chance to comment. "My freaking TWIN BROTHER! Do you want to know the best freaking part? Those people I thought were my parents weren't going to tell me about this! As if they had the right to keep this from me! This is my life damn it!" With those final words a near by bush lit on fire. Sam sucked in a breath as her stomach dropped and Danny rushed over to put out the fire.

Once the flames were replaced by frost now clinging to the damaged plant. "Uh... S-Sam?" Danny asked the unasked question, and Sam winced. This was going to be an awkward conversation. Maybe even more so than the one she just had with... Them.

"Yeah... Thats a thing." Sam began pathetically. "It's been happening to me since I was little, until it stopped really happening." Her explanation didn't really explain anything and Danny's eyebrows reached for his scalp. "I don't know what it is, and I could never figure out how to control it. Eventually it just stopped being a thing I had to really deal with. I thought it just went away, but apparently it didn't. I never thought it would end up coming back and..." the rest of what she was going to say was degraded as she started to mumble. Really she didn't know why she was telling him this, but what else could she do? He'd probably end up digging through something Ghostly or Fenton SCIENCE to figure it out.

"It's magic." Danny said, causing Sam to freeze and stop her rambling mumble.

"What?"

"It's magic. Not really psychic powers or whatever, it's magic. Why do you have magic?"

"The better question is why do you know what this thing with me is?" Sam asked, really not sure which emotion she should use for what was happening. "It's not ghostly right? I really don't want to be possessed... Again."

Danny shook his head, "No, it's not ghostly. Um... You said that things like this would happen to you since you were little right?" Sam nodded. "Well... You know what? I think it would be easier if you just came with me."

Sam had settled on a comfortable sense of irritation. "Why? Why would it be easier?"

"Sam. Please, just trust me on this one." Danny pleaded. Lord knew he earned some trust, and Sam knew it too. Whatever her issues with this was, she could trust him. So, with a sigh, and an ever so slightly reluctant nod, she got up and followed Danny where ever he was going to take her.

She was not expecting to be taken to Fenton Works, aka his house, to be told some type of secret that apparently involved her and her unreliable powers. "You're going to tell me some big secret that involves me in some way, at your house?"

Danny hesitated before answering "Yes."

"We could've flown here, and I wouldn't have had to pester you into telling me what this is all about."

"Yeah." Sam was less than impressed by his non-answer, and Danny could feel her glare on him. "Ok. Fine." He practically wined. "I needed time to think of what to say, this isn't going to be an easy conversation."

"No, really?" Sam said with as much sarcasm as she could muster. "You know something about me that I don't know. All that I know is that it's apparently magic. Of course it's not going to be a easy conversation! Now cough up what you know, before I get violent!"

"Ok, ok, ok, take it easy!" Danny answered quickly. He looked up and down the street briefly before he started to explain some of what he new. "The short of it is, you have magic, it's really not something you get it's something you're born with. The weird stuff that happened around you when you were little is called accidental magic, and it's really not something you can control, not by your self." Danny took a deep breath, "I know all this because I have it too. Now I can explain a little more if you just follow me inside. Please."

Sam didn't really know what to say. The fact that Danny apparently had more powers that she wasn't aware of, and the fact that she apparently had the same powers was a shock to say the least. So she did what she very rarely did, she switched from stubborn to compliant with in five seconds. Danny nodded and lead her into his house.

"Hi sweetie!" Danny's mom said in greeting, still in her ever present teal jumpsuit. "And Sam, how has your day been?"

Before she could muster up an answer, Danny spoke, "Sam has magic, and I'm going to explain some things to her. We'll be in my room."

Whatever Sam thought Maddie Fenton's reaction would be it wasn't to simply blink at the declaration and a "Oh." After the sort exchange happened Danny basically dragged Sam up to his room. It was just the same as it always was, posters of space and NASA decorating the walls, and probably cleaner than most teenagers rooms. So why was it that she suddenly felt like she walked into the Twilight Zone?

Sam was sat on Danny's bed as he went rummaging through his closet. It didn't take long for him to reemerge with what looked like a shoe box, only that the box was too narrow for any shoe that she knew of. Of course it wasn't a shoe box, as Danny pulled out what looked like a stick. It was kind of unimpressive.

"Ok, as you've probably guessed by now. Magic is real. I'm a Wizard, and you happen to be a Witch. Any questions?" Danny said going over what they both already knew.

"More than you can probably answer." Sam began still a bit shell shocked by the entire situation. "...Is that you're wand?"

"Yes. Witches and Wizards use these to channel their magic, it's kinda hard to do magic without one."

"Why'd you bring it out?"

"...To prove that I wasn't lying?" Danny said in the form of a question, Sam figured that meant that he really didn't know why he pulled the thing out.

"Right." Sam deadpanned. Moving on, "Why didn't you ever tell me about this?"

Danny sighed. "I would have if I could... You know how in books and stuff that there's always a secret society that tries to keep the big secret of whatever the book's about a secret." Sam nodded. "Well, that's pretty much what it is here, no-maj's can not know about magic."

Sam raised an eyebrow. "No-maj?"

"Right, sorry. People with out magic. In no-majs."

"Ok. Why?"

"Um..."

Sam resisted the need to role her eye's, "Why can't non magic people know about magic?"

Danny nodded, "Right. Well..." he quickly checked outside his door for any eavesdroppers. Turning back towards her he continued, satisfied with the fact that there wasn't anyone listening. "Remember Salem?"

Oh. Well that answered that.

One of the many misadventures she's had with Danny. Some crazy time travel shenanigans landed Sam almost burned at the stack in puritan era Salem. Thinking back on it, it's pretty ironic that the villagers were surprisingly completely correct in her being a Witch. "Right... So hide from the crazy normal people that want to burn you. Got it." She still had nightmares about that little situation, along with all the other nightmare fuel she managed to pick up over the last year or so.

Danny winced, he didn't like remembering Salem as much as Sam didn't. "Yeah. There's an entire civilization hidden under the one we see everyday. They really want to stay hidden and I really didn't want to have your or Tucker's memories altered. Especially after the accident."

"They erase memories?" That wouldn't have been good, no wonder Danny didn't tell them. "Speaking of the accident, why didn't you use any magic in your fights?" It might of been a stupid question that was already answered, but Sam felt that it needed to be asked.

Danny nodded, as if he knew the need to ask the stupid question. Tucker wasn't around and Danny was–for once– the one giving the explanations. "Well, for one I'm too young. Outside of really specific circumstances I can't use magic until, like, seventeen or eighteen. Second, the only quicker way for me to reveal that secret is to transform in front of everyone. So, yeah, my hands were tied."

Sam nodded. "Right." What would be her next question? Jeez, she had too many inane questions and too few actual good ones. It doesn't matter what the teachers say, there is such a thing as a stupid question!

"You've had this your entire life?" Sam finally asked.

Danny nodded. "Yep. Like I said, magic is something you're born with."

"So anyone could have it?" Sam asked, wondering how many of their classmates or neighbors could be in the know.

Danny winced slightly "Yeah, anyone could be magical, but it's unlikely. Like, 'Vlad finding a girlfriend and leaving me and my mom the hell alone' unlikely. Magic is usually inherited from direct family lines. First Gen's like me are sort of unique in that we don't have any magical heritage."

Sam felt another stupid question coming, and she could do nothing to stop it. "What about me then?"

"Well... What do you know about your birth parents?"

"A last name." Sam answered simply, if only slightly bitterly.

Danny licked his lips before answering, "Well then they were probably magical, at least one of them. Plus, considering Harry's your apparent twin, he's probably a Wizard."

"You sure?"

"Yeah, pretty sure. I didn't see a wand on him, but I wasn't really looking for one." Danny answered.

Sam suddenly slumped and started to rub her face. "Ugh, all this is starting to get to me."

"It didn't before?" Danny asked.

"Not like this. Before, I was just pissed beyond measure. Now, I'm just getting overwhelmed." Sam said as she raised her face from her hands.

Danny nodded in sympathy. "Yeah, it was kind of like that with me too when I found out that all the weird stuff wasn't because of my parents experiments."

That got a quick smile from Sam, before it disappeared under more curiosity. "You're learning magic right? When and how?"

"You know how every other weekend I'm unavailable?" Danny asked. Sam nodded in affirmation. "Well, that's me going to see my teacher."

"Huh." Was Sam's answer to that. Before she could ask anymore Mrs. Fenton's voice sounded from down the stairs.

"Danny, Sam, come down here for a minute." she said, earning shared looks exchanged between the two magical teens. Doing as they were told, the duo went down the stairs and wandered into the living room. What they found there instantly slapped a scowl onto Sam's face, her parents were at Fenton Works sitting calmly on a couch.

Upon seeing Sam they both stood up and started to talk at the same time, until finally Grandma Ida–who was sitting in her motor chair off to the side–got their attention. "One at a time, no one can understand you two if you talk all at once!" Mr. and Mrs. Manson both took a breath before Jeremy took it upon himself to be the first to speak.

"Sammy. We know we messed up in not telling you about... All this." Suddenly Jeremy trailed off, losing what he was going to say.

Thankfully Pamela stepped in, "Sam." She swallowed, attempting to clear her voice. The action punched right through Sam's vale of righteous anger faster than mere words ever could. Her mother was nervous. "None of us handled the situation correctly." Like Jeremy, Pamela suddenly couldn't find the words. It was very jarring for Sam to see her parents... Be human, instead of their usual "rich and proper" persona.

"Right" Mrs. Fenton said loudly, making everyone jump in surprise. "Danny, we should go and give them some privacy." She turned back towards the stairs, "You too Jazz." Then Mrs. Fenton moved to go down to their basement, which doubled as a lab. Danny quickly went to follow, recognizing what is going to be a pretty awkward situation. Jazz, who was apparently hiding on the stairs, was a bit more reluctant to follow. Sam figured it was the would be psychiatrist in her wanting to observe the fresh train wreck that was her family situation, but thankfully Jazz did follow her mother. The door to the lab opened to reveal Jack Fenton, Maddie's husband, in all of his giant and orange glory.

"Hey Mads! Do we have guests? Do they want to learn about Ghosts?" Mr. Fenton said, his excitable energy trying to drown out the more oppressive tension that currently permeated the room.

Mrs. Fenton was quick to push him back behind the door though, "No Jack. They're not here for that, now lets go back into the lab and have some... Family time. At least until they're done." The Fenton's then quickly disappeared into the lab, giving the Manson's much needed privacy. Of course that also left the Manson's an inescapable air of awkwardness.

Finally losing patience, Grandma Ida said, "Enough of this silly awkward stuff! We'll never leave or get over this thing if we don't get past all the mushy stuff and apologize to each other." Turning her full attention to Sam she continued. "As it stands, I suppose I should start. I knew it was silly to keep this from you, but I still didn't do anything about it either. I apologize for not acting on my better judgment about this whole adoption nonsense."

"Right." Jeremy said, finding strength from his mother's bluntness. "We're sorry as well, and we didn't really do a good job in explaining ourselves before." He took a deep breath, "Before you came along, we tried to have a baby, but..."

"We never could." Pamela finished. A pained look overtaking her. "We tried so hard, but nothing worked. At some point... We just accepted that we wouldn't be able to."

"We couldn't bring ourselves to go get tested," Jeremy said, swallowing to clear his throat. "We didn't want either of us to 'be blamed' for what we couldn't do. We also didn't really want to adopt, it would be almost like giving up hope."

"It still didn't make for happy time's." Pamela took over, looked particularly miserable. "Our relationship was going bad quickly." Sam knew her parents were stubborn, but she didn't know that it was to the point that they would become close to divorce was new to her. "And just when everything was at it's worse, you came into our lives." Pamela was now officially on the verge of tears, and she was quickly dragging Sam into the same state.

"You just appeared on our door step with a note." Jeremy said, being able to control himself a little better. "The note was from Lilly and James, your birth parents, and it explained that something terrible had happened to them and that we were to take care of you."

"It was a bit more eloquent than that." Grandma Ida said, successfully breaking at least some of the tension.

Having been able to compose herself, Pamela once again took center stage. "It was that. That halloween was both the greatest moment of our lives and incredibly tragic. Anyway, with how you, for some reason, didn't have any records that we could find we just made them for you. Everything was official, and we had a beautiful daughter. We weren't able to have our own, or to bring ourselves to adopt, but... Fate dictated us as being incredibly foolish." Tears were coming down again, but they were accompanied with a small smile.

Somehow Sam managed to keep her voice steady despite the fact that her eyes were starting to moisten. "But why didn't you ever tell me?"

Both Jeremy and Pamela found them selves unable to meet their daughter's eyes. It was Pamela who answered. "We tried, but a good time never seemed to show up."

Irritation crept into Sam's mind. "You procrastinated?" The dual winces were enough confirmation for her.

"It was more than that." Grandma Ida interrupted. She eyed the two other adult the way only a mother who know her children were holding something back.

"We were scared." Pamela said finally. "You've alway's been very independent, and we were scared you would stop seeing us as your parents if you knew. I know we can be a bit... Much to handle for a teenager,"

"And a bit pushy." Jeremy added.

Pamela nodded, "We were scared that we would lose you if we told you." She was suddenly only moments away from out right sobbing. "We almost did anyway." Sam couldn't take it anymore, and she did what she never thought she would do.

She willingly gave her mother a hug.

That simple action seemed to break the metaphorical dam, as Pamela finally outright broke down while she hugged her daughter back. Sam wouldn't want to admit that she was crying too, but there would be no denying her ruined mascara. Soon Jeremy, also teary, joined in the hug. Even Grandma Ida managed to make her way to the group and joined in. No more words were said, everything said has been said and there was no need for more. They all knew that there was no way that everything was going to be normal again, but it was a start.

They stayed like that for a while, until Sam's phone sounded off with a text. Pulling away from her parents she couldn't help but wonder who would ruin a perfectly good moment like this. As it turned out it was Danny. "Oh."

"What is it Sammy?" Pamela asked, wiping away leftover tears. Something that everyone was in the process of doing.

"Um, Danny's wondering if they can come back up. Apparently it's been like thirty minutes." Sam replied slightly embarrassed.

It took a brief moment for the situation to hit the adults. Jeremy managed to say it best, "Oh my. We are kind of stealing their living room, aren't we?" The observation managed to break though any remaining tension that may have been in the room before the Manson's touching family moment. Before Sam could hit send of her own message calling the Fentons back up from their basement, her mother quickly fussed over her–cleaning the running mascara. Sam was silently grateful, she wouldn't want to look like she just got done crying her eyes out in front of anyone.

It didn't take long to the Fenton clan to file out of into their living room, not sure what to do with themselves. Danny looked like he was torn between wanting to leave the room to let the Mansons air out the rest of their family drama, and going over to her to show his support for her side of the family drama. Mrs. Fenton looked patient enough to wait for her living room back, while Mr. Fenton looked out right confused about the situation. Jazz, like her brother, was torn between two sides. Although in her case it was more along the lines of a split between remaining respectful and trying to pick their collective brains about the psychological implications of their individual actions, or something.

Grandma Ida was the first one to speak, thankfully breaking the quickly growing awkwardness. "Thank you for letting us use your living room for hashing out our family drama."

"Oh." Mrs. Fenton replied. "It was nothing, some times things just need to get out into the air. No matter where that air may be."

Now that it wasn't as awkward, Pamela found it easier to speak. "Thank you for your understanding."

"Don't mention it." Mrs. Fenton shifted slightly, obviously trying to find words to say. Finally she sighed, "There is no way for this next bit to not be awkward, so I might as well get it over with. What are you going to do with Sam's magic?"

In the midst of everything, Sam had completely forgotten about that little fact. She had magic, and apparently so did Danny. Which would suggest that his parents knew about that, obviously considering Mrs. Fenton just brought it up. A little less obvious was the idea that her own parents knew about magic.

What was up with that?

Yeah, I know it was a bit of an abrupt end. I really didn't know how to continue, nor did I really want to by the time I finished. Anyway, I know that some of you thought it cool that I didn't give Danny magic considering everything else he could do. That was part of the fusion, and on that note expect more… Crazy. Logical crazy, but still crazy nonetheless. This story's going to be a wild ride, and I hope you all enjoy yourselves on it.