Author's Note:

Waggy has returned with another installment of Collisions! Now available in all-new Crossover Vision! For those using Crossover Vision please plug in your open-mindedness now!

…And no, Harry Potter is not mine. As I recently learned Hartman gave the fans permission to do things like this, I won't bother putting a disclaimer for DP anymore. BASK IN THE GLORY!

The two 'fighters' were really something out of the ordinary, that much was obvious. Harry put up one hand to shield his eyes from the bright mall lights, attempting to spot Phantom's wand. It was a possibility he could simply fly, of course…but it was nearly unheard of, and many thought it to be a Dark power. Unless he was using a broom and simply cast a powerful invisibility spell over it…but the boy was standing, not sitting on anything. And the way he was angled, leaning back casually, it didn't look like he was supported by anything at all. No, it had to be a spell. Had to be,he told himself stubbornly. No way he could just be floating like that. The young man made a mental note to ask him which spell he used if he got the chance.

"Nonsense, boy!" Whoever was in the electronics store was speaking again. He certainly was a master of presentation, it seemed. The wizard doing the casting was unseen so far, but he managed to magnify his voice enough to seem like it was coming from the appliances themselves. "You will all tremble before the might of Technus! I will use these devices to upgrade once again and move on to the -" Phantom seemed rather bored as the voice droned on, informing him exactly how he was going to somehow take over the world through the school's laptops, and Harry couldn't blame him. Technus's voice somehow reminded him of Professor Binns' drone; they both resembled an old vacuum, although this one was louder and not talking about the various goblin rebellions. The plan seemed…idiotic, to say the least. What could one do with a bunch of laptops? Throw them?

"Right, sounds great," Phantom interrupted after a while. "Look, I have a full day of doing nothing to get back to. Can we just get this over with?" He reached around to his belt as if expecting to grab something there. As the white-gloved hand closed around air, the boy frowned and glanced down. He seemed to curse under his breath, green eyes turning to the crowd. "You there! Random citizen!" He suddenly pointed at a teenager in the crowd, one Harry vaguely recognized as the African-American kid from the food court. "Can I borrow that?" Harry couldn't see what he was pointing at over the heads of the crowd, but it became apparent as what looked like a soup thermos was tossed at the pale boy. One eyebrow raised as he watched Phantom catch it, giving a sharp salute before turning back to the store.

Soup? The young man questioned silently. What is he going to do with soup? One hand automatically went to his pocket, wrapping around the smooth wood of his wand. Phantom seemed to know what he was doing, but teenagers were often overconfident - he knew from experience. The rumored 'ghost' had apparently landed at the front of the crowd, as all Harry could see of him was the top of the white hair striding forward. If he were going to end up helping, it would be easier if he could see what was going on. With muttered apologies, the wizard wove through the various people to the front. He definitely couldn't lose the kid after this; it would take far too long to track him down again. Besides, this confrontation should be interesting.

By now the electronics were floating a few feet off the ground, surrounded by a dark green glow and their cords whipping behind them like strange tails. The bystanders seemed wary, being sure to stay a good distance back. Phantom, however, still had a mixture of boredom and cockiness on his face.

"You cannot beat me this time, child!" Technus cried at the same time the appliances became agitated. "Soon all will tremble before the might of Technus and my mastery over all things electronic and beeping!" As if to emphasize this point, a toaster rose above its companions, the two slots sparking in what was apparently supposed to be menacing. The pale teen raised an eyebrow at it as the kitchen appliance shot forward. Harry barely managed to catch the sticker on the front proclaiming how energy efficient it was before Phantom dodged nimbly to one side and the toaster met its demise against the opposite wall. He glanced back at the smoldering metal behind him before turning back to his challenger with a slight sigh.

"I really don't have time for this…" The mutter was soft and apparently not meant to be heard, though the wizard guessed his Auror training was to blame when it came to picking out quiet clues like that. "Come on, a toaster?" Phantom's voice had risen again and he crossed his arms with a chuckle. "I've seen scarier toast. You were more of a challenge the first time, you realize that? I think you should get your money back for that upgrade." As the mass of electronics advanced a few feet, the awestruck crowd retreated. Harry - more to blend in than anything else - followed, his grip tightening on his wand. Blinking a few times, he rubbed his free hand over his eyes quickly while attempting to stifle a yawn. Blasted time zones…Only a day here and they're already messing with me. Granted, he never got much sleep at home either, but this was a time when he couldn't exactly afford to be unfocused. With a quick shake of the head, the man watched as Phantom seemed to kick off the ground below him, shooting a few feet higher into the air. Bright green eyes glanced up and narrowed as he spotted the thick ceiling above him.

Not much of an aerial battle in here, Harry realized with a slight frown. He'd have to get them outside for that…but who fights in the air?

"C'mon then," Phantom called, hitting the thermos he still held idly against one hand. "Got any more toasters for me?" Toasters weren't the first attackers, though there were a few that followed suit as the electronics converged into a large mass, all sparking and waving their various accessories wildly. Whatever this was, it was obvious the Americans had a very different way of doing things, small 'battles' included. As the challengers collected themselves, they rose up in one wave of metal and wires, pausing only for a moment before throwing themselves at the pale teenager. The logical part of the Auror's mind realized that there was no way he could dodge them all, but having seen what this kid was doing so far, he didn't bother jumping to any conclusions.

He felt a small surge of satisfaction as he wasn't disappointed. None of the attackers ended up reaching Phantom, which was a considerable feat, considering their numbers. The satisfaction was replaced quickly, however, by shock. He struggled not to squint as the mall was once again lit with a bright green flash. What in Merlin's name…? It was a piercing color, and Harry's mind automatically darted to the Killing Curse. Phantom still didn't seem to have a wand, however, and what teenager would know a spell like that? It didn't even seem to be killing…more like disintegrating. Upon further inspection, his eyes widened even further. The blasts were coming - literally - out of the white-gloved hand. He was only using his right, as the left still held the cylindrical container. His attacks were a steady stream of green until the boy seemed to cut it off and aim elsewhere. The entire mob of appliances was gone within a minute, leaving the area silent for a moment. Having far too much experience with abnormal fights, Harry turned his attention immediately back toward the store, not very surprised as Phantom did the same.

"Had enough, then?" the white-haired teen called, his smirk still firmly in place. "Come on, that was just pathetic." Harry noticed him descending slightly as he spoke, stopping as he came level to the broken door. Whoever was inside had yet to show themselves, but they didn't have any problem with talking non-stop.

"You underestimate the might of Technus!" the self-proclaimed 'master of technology' shouted rather indignantly. "I shall prevail, and all will kneel before my awesome might and-" Phantom seemed to give a dramatic sigh, uncapping his thermos with one hand.

"Yeah, yeah," he said impatiently. "You can rant all you want once I send you back, alright?" The flash of blue light was unexpected and the young man stepped back quickly as a steady stream of it erupted from the opening in the 'soup' holder. It hit the remaining electronics - those still sitting in the store - dead on and Technus began yelling incoherently. The green light that filled the room was pulled from each of the screens and various appliances, sucked toward the boy as if the blue light were some sort of vacuum. The thermos swallowed the glows, both green and blue, as Phantom expertly snapped the lid back on. It was over far to quickly for anyone in the crowd to process, and the significant silence took Harry by surprise. What was that thermos, anyway? It was obviously designed to blend in with Muggles, but then why would he use it so openly? Was it some kind of magic attractor, pulling in remnants of spells and effectively canceling them? The store now seemed empty, at the very least. No more yelling, no more flailing electronics…

"Thanks for that!" The wizard started, looking around as Phantom waved to the device's original holder, a rather lopsided grin in place. "I'll return it once I get this idiot back where he belongs."

"Anytime, dude," the other boy called back, shrugging his backpack further up onto his shoulders. The bystanders were beginning to disperse, obviously quite used to this sort of spectacle. Some shot Phantom rather distrustful looks as they left while others appeared to be discussing his feats animatedly. Percy's letter suddenly came to mind and Harry shot a glance at the remains of the previously-attacking appliances.

…;he's the only one that has questionable motives, as some insist he helps the town while others will tell you he is responsible for most of the damage…

The mixed theories had been proven this time, at least. While he had managed to somehow defeat whoever had been terrorizing the mall in the first place, the store was now torn apart and the pale teen didn't seem to have any plans of picking up.

In fact…he didn't seem to have any plans of sticking around, either. Harry swore softly under his breath, whirling around quickly as he realized Phantom had vanished. He hadn't just walked away, or even floated toward the doors - he was simply gone. Still slightly disoriented by the fight ending so quickly, he wandered back to the food court and sat heavily in one of the many scattered chairs. Life had gone back to what seemed to be 'normal' very quickly. People were once again shopping, returning to their abandoned food, stopping in the hallway to chat, and there was a small group headed toward the damaged store with cleaning supplies. These attacks were apparently a regular thing.

"-probably the fastest fight I've seen since we moved here."

"You got that right. Remember the whole 'ghost king' ordeal? That lasted way too long for my liking."

"I still don't know why I haven't left this place yet." Green eyes turned to the conversation discreetly as Harry leaned back in his chair to get a better angle. Two businessmen sat at a table not far away, shoveling down the lunch that was sitting on it quickly. He guessed the battle had taken a decent section out of their lunch hour.

"Ah, come on," the younger one laughed, his fork waving vaguely. "Where else would you get a life this interesting? Besides, any job in this town pays nearly twice as much as the others, just because of the risks."

"Yeah, that's what I'm concerned about," the man replied, spearing a piece of chicken with his own utensil. "Jeanette's worried about taking the kids to the park because of the chance of a ghost attack…"

"It is a possibility," the first admitted with a shrug. "It always is, but it's been a long time since anything serious has happened. The ghosts come and they get beat. The worst one is usually that mechanical guy who seems to enjoy blasting holes through brick walls." Swallowing a large gulp of tea, - the fake sort, of course, from a can - he continued, "You tell her to go for a few walks. Then she'll see first hand, if there is a ghost, Danny Phantom will take care of it pretty quick. It's only because of the kid that I haven't left." Their conversation dwindled after that into more casual subjects and the Londoner turned away again, one hand idly tapping on his table. There was obviously something going on in this town. Amity Park was, as the man in Chicago had warned him, far stranger than he had expected. The wizards behind whatever was happening were oddities by themselves, but the fact they managed to get the entire town to believe in the 'ghost' cover story was an impressive feat.

One hand automatically made sure his wand was still securely in his pocket; Harry got to his feet and strode back to the large doors at the front of the mall. The woman at the food court had mentioned an information center…as much as he hated asking for help in finding information he was perfectly capable of finding by himself, the young man realized it would be far faster to just relent and ask a few questions. Following people who might give information worked rather well on the field back home, but considering the only lead he had managed to find somehow to vanished in a matter of seconds…there weren't many other options.

At least Ginny would be proud.

"These bloody Muggles are just asking to be investigated…" Harry scowled down at the small map of the city he held as he sat outside the information center with his nerves more fried than they had been since Kingsley had resigned. Granted, he had been able to get a 'history' of Amity Park and its ghost attacks, and the man had pointed him toward a couple that apparently knew more about the paranormal than the government officials who were hired to…

One hand rand over his face briefly and he sighed, folding the map again. He had gotten answers, but everything had just been so vague, they were of very little help. According to the workers, the attacks had begun 'Four years ago.' 'No, you idiot, it was three years!' 'That was just when the serious stuff came, the actual attacks started four years back…' They had given him conflicting stories of the worst invasions and when he mentioned Phantom, a five minute argument had ensued. Restraining himself from using the Bat-Bogey Hex Ginny taught him, Harry managed to just get hold of a map and the names of the people who could tell him more about the actual ghosts.

"They're all nuts," the Auror concluded to himself, getting to his feet and glancing up at the street sign. Fifth avenue…which meant he had six blocks left to walk. Rolling his shoulders briefly, Harry grabbed his bag again and set off down the street. He had committed the address to memory because he absolutely hated maps. They just made everything all the more complicated.

1527 East Ninth Avenue, he repeated to himself, both hands going into his pockets. According to the man behind the desk, the Fentons were easy to find. For one, every person in town knew where they lived, so directions would be easy to come by if needed. Additionally, he said the house was far from subtle. Apparently he just had to look for the, 'giant hunk of machinery on top, you can't miss it.'

The sidewalks were fairly busy. He had to dodge a few kids sprinting down the street and attempt not to be engulfed by a tour group that went by. It made him wonder vaguely who would pay to get a tour of this place, but the thought vanished quickly as a few bikes thundered past. The wizard ran one hand through his hair, glancing up at the stores as he passed. They were thinning out after three blocks, quickly surrounded by a residential neighborhood. So far nothing was out of the ordinary…which, for this town, was out of the ordinary in itself. The street lights were replaced by stop signs as the business section came to a screeching halt and Harry found himself surrounded by houses. Six blocks went surprisingly fast for someone who had gone through Auror training.

1523, 1525...Well, that would explain the 'unmistakable' bit. The sudden shade came as a bit of a surprise as none of the houses on the block seemed to be more than two stories tall. Green eyes narrowed briefly, looking up from the sidewalk to find whatever was blocking the warmth. The sight made his eyes widen in an instant and the young man stopped in front of house 1526, gaping across the street at what, apparently, was his destination. Even the Burrow couldn't top this one, and that was saying quite a bit. The house itself looked rather normal; two stories, red brick, just like the rest. A large sign dangling from the roof pointed toward the wall, proclaiming it to be 'Fenton Works' and that was far from abnormal compared to the rest of it. What looked to be half the city's metal was perched on top of the house with various satellites, sensors, and - if his eyes were still working correctly - a few guns.

"That has got to be breaking some building codes," he muttered, shaking himself out of the slight daze and crossing the street. "What in Merlin's name is that stuff even for?" Standing directly underneath it, the machinery was even more intimidating. It looked as if it were ready to topple onto the sidewalk at any second and crush innocent passerby. Managing to tear his gaze away from it, Harry stood a bit warily in front of the door with his hand half raised. "Gotta get this over with, Potter. It's just some eccentric people, they can't be worse than Xenophilius." Attempting to put on his 'casual' look, he rapped smartly on the door and took a small step back, hands returning to his pockets. It was just like any other interview he did with Muggles…except this time he had absolutely no leads.

A high pitched whining greeted him from the other side of the wood and he raised one eyebrow, leaning in slightly as he tried to identify it.

"I don't recognize you!" a loud booming voice greeted. "Are you another stinking ghost? Or a traveling salesman?" The wizard blinked, completely unprepared for this sort of welcome.

"I - no, sir, I'm just a tourist," he said quickly, his hand closing over his wand. It wouldn't do much good if he Apparated now, but whatever that whining was, it didn't sound friendly. "The people at the information center said the Fentons could tell me about the ghosts here, I thought I'd look them up." There was a slight pause before the door swung open and the view of the house was obscured by a large man in a bright orange jumpsuit. The suspicions about the sound were confirmed as he shouldered what looked to be a large silver and green bazooka and peered down at the visitor with some wariness.

"Not a ghost?"

"No, sir."

"And you won't try to sell me anything?"

"On my word." Another pause stretched out before Harry found himself suddenly clasped to the man's side and steered into the house, the door slamming shut behind them.

"Excellent!" he announced, directing - though it was more like dragging - the Auror to the couch. "Maddie, come quick! There's someone here to ask us about ghosts!" Hurried footsteps came from what he assumed to be a basement and a woman burst through the door with a welding rod still in hand. She was much slighter than her husband, though she too wore a similar jumpsuit - this one turquoise - with the hood and goggles pulled over her face.

"You didn't kidnap him, did you Jack?" she asked sharply, peering at Harry with a sharp gaze.

"Swear it, Mads, he came in on his own!" Jack clapped one hand on his guest's shoulder, pushing him onto the couch. Maddie pushed her hood and goggles back down around her neck, still watching Harry a bit warily.

"He didn't kidnap you, did he?" she asked and Harry resisted the urge to laugh. Maybe the whole 'no worse than Xenophilius' thought had been wishful thinking.

"No, ma'am," he assured her, rubbing his ribs where he had been pinned. "I've just heard stories about the ghosts in the area, and they say you and your husband are experts on them, so-"

"He's even foreign!" The large man beamed suddenly, abandoning his gun beside the coffee table. "Danny would love to meet you, Mr…?"

"Potter," he supplied, instinctively scanning the area for any more weapons. "Harry Potter."

"Right then, Mr. Potter, just sit tight for a second. Maddie, fetch some cookies, would ya? Watch the ones in the left cupboard though, they didn't take well to the treatment." Harry raised an eyebrow at this, but any questions died in his throat as the woman went immediately through another door and Jack strode to the foot of the stairs. "Danny-boy! C'mon down, we have a guest!" The muffled reply was far from comprehensible but that didn't seem to be an issue as Jack came back to the living room, sitting down on the chair across from Harry with a grin. "He's comin'. It's rare to have him home at all, you're lucky."

"How old is he?"

"Just turned seventeen. It was hard enough keeping the kid here when he was fourteen, but now-" The man cut off as his son appeared on the landing, taking the steps two at a time and landing on the ground floor with surprising agility.

"I can't stay long, Dad, Tuck's trying to get through the next level of Doomed and - Who're you?" Green eyes met light blue ones and the wizard felt a twinge of recognition. Danny was fairly tall, though not close to his dad's height. He had gained his mother's gangly figure and looked as if he had only just hit his growth spurt. If it weren't for the messy black hair and distinct lack of freckles, he could have been compared to Ron at that age.

"Harry Potter," he introduced, getting to his feet with a grin. "We met very briefly, I think. I'm the tourist, remember?" The boy's eyes widened and one hand went to the back of his neck rather nervously.

"Oh, right. Sorry about that, it's just…with the accent and all…" Harry chuckled with a shrug.

"It's understandable. I'd have to say the same about any of you lot if you were wandering around London."

"You're from London?" Jack broke back into the conversation eagerly. "Do they have ghosts there?"

"Dad…"

"There've been reports." The wizard shrugged, settling himself back onto the couch again. "None confirmed yet, but that happens everywhere I think."

"Oh, not here," the jump suited man assured him. "We've got too much proof around here, there are attacks nearly daily. Maddie and I had known it for years, of course, but it was only about four years ago…"

Harry's attention broke very briefly as he spotted Danny give a sigh, eyes rolling. Jack didn't seem to notice when the teenager wandered back upstairs as if this were a common occurrence. Resisting a grin, he went back to his host's blathering, figuring Xenophilius had finally met his match.

Longest chapter yet, w00t. :3 The battle was short, but I assume after some three years of practice, Technus wouldn't be a really big threat anymore. More of a 'Oh, you again…' sort of thing.

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~Waggy