Hello there! I am Danny Phantasm (dunno if the username has changed yet or not but oh well :P) and this is my first uploaded fanfiction. So, um, it's a crossover of Danny Phantom and Harry Potter! Guess, um, pre-Phantom Planet? Nobody knows his secret except Sam, Tucker, and Jazz. ^-^ And Danny Phantom is awesome. :3 I'm just really into that again right now (used to watch it all the time when I was littler). Anyways, hope you enjoy the story!

*goes ghost and flies out*

Danny was not having a good day. First he was woken up an hour before he was actually supposed to because of the Box Ghost, Skulker decided to attack him during school, and his parents were having what he called a 'Fenton-Invention Frenzy' where they tested all their new ghost equipment (while he was inside the house). So yeah, today was not a good day.

He grumbled to himself as he walked home, tugging on his backpack straps while staring at the ground.

Sam couldn't come over since her parents were forcing her to a fancy dinner party (and this time there was no way she was getting out of wearing a dress) and Tucker was currently on a trip to some random tech convention for the weekend, having to leave right after school had ended.

That was how Danny found himself walking home, alone, while it was nearing dark not only because it was winter, but also because he just finished his week long, after school detention with Mr. Lancer.

He sighed, rounding the corner and meeting the sight of his house.

Hopefully his parents were done with the testing. Even though they never seemed to notice, he could never be too cautious when they were trying new inventions. Every time he thought about them finding out about his secret it made him shudder. Though they were his parents, who loved him dearly, he could never be completely sure if they would try to dissect him or not. And he definitely did not want to be cut open.

Shuddering again, he zipped up his hoodie, not because he was cold, just to make it look like he was. After all, it was below freezing, and anyone would think he was crazy for not wearing something to cover up. The cold just never really bothered him anymore.

The 14-year-old was about to walk up the steps to his front door when the lights of the 'Fenton Works' sign suddenly went out.

Puzzled, he looked up, waiting to see if they would come back on but they didn't. That was when he started to notice the lights in the lampposts were going out too. At first he thought power outage but noticed the rest of the town still had power. What was going on?

Letting his backpack slide off his shoulders after making sure no one was around, he let his eyes switch from baby blue to toxic green, allowing him to see the darkness now enveloping his street.

"Hello?" he called out, after a moment's hesitation.

Immediately after he spoke all the lights went out, dowsing the street in a murky, inky blackness. Even so he could still see in it.

Danny looked around, trying to see what was happening, and odd feeling of being watched suddenly welling up in him. He was about to call out again when he suddenly noticed a noise.

It seemed to be pouring out of the shadows between houses, under porches, in the bushes, and any other place that seemed to be darker than everything else. He couldn't make out what the noise was, but it sounded like whispering. Danny strained to hear what the voices were saying, but it just came to him in a jumbled mess.

Then the shadows between some of the houses began to move. Shifting and crawling over each other, which not only struck him as odd, but made him fearful as he backed up against the door.

Whatever was happening, it certainly wasn't being caused by a ghost.

Danny wanted to change form and see if he could fight it off but his parents were right in the house. That's when it hit him, his parents were in the house.

He backed off from the door, about to turn around and knock on it when it suddenly opened. Quickly he switched his eyes from green to blue as he turned around to see his mother standing in the doorway.

Just as it had all started, the shadows disappeared and all the lights came back on like normal.

"Danny, what are you doing out here at this time?" his mom asked before looking down at his backpack. "And why is your backpack on the ground?" Laughing a bit nervously (though his mother couldn't tell) he picked the half snow covered backpack up from the ground and grinned while rubbing the back of his neck.

"Sorry mom. I was hanging out with Sam and Tucker." he answered back. His mother's questioning look turned into a smile as she heard about his friends and nodding before pulling him inside. At least she didn't questions him. Danny didn't want her to know he had detention. Again.

"Honey! Aren't you cold in such a thin sweatshirt?" she asked as she shut the door, letting him take his shoes off before dragging him towards the kitchen. The teen rolled his eyes and set his bag on the table as she started making hot chocolate.

"I'm fine mom. It keeps me warm enough and you won't have to spend money on a coat." Danny said, while really thinking, 'I really don't need a coat since the cold has no affect on me anymore because I'm a half ghost with ice powers'.

Watching as his mom moved around the kitchen, he saw his sister Jazz come down the stairs. She started looking worriedly at him with their mother's back turned, when she saw him widen his eyes slightly and nod his head towards her. Jazz saw the steam rising towards the ceiling out of a pot and her eyes widened as well. One, because Danny can't have anything warm. Two, their mom was making it. And three, their mom was making it.

"Oh, mom! I need help...on this project...about ghosts!" she started as she walked into the kitchen, coming up with something to keep their mother distracted.

Danny mouthed a 'thanks Jazz' towards his sister before pretending to yawn loudly and excusing himself, making his way upstairs.

Once he was out of harm's way (he's learned already to avoid his mother's cooking as much as possible) he sighed and started walking towards his room. Opening the door, he entered and shut it behind him before slumping against the wood.

Not only did he have a bad day, he was dang tired because of it.

He was about to get up from the door and get ready for bed when a blue wisp of cold air suddenly came out of his mouth.

"I AM THE BOX GHOST! FEAR MY SQUARE CARDBOARD VENGEANCE!"

"Not again." Danny groaned, muttering 'going ghost' after before flying out the window catch the ghost (who still seemed to be the only one who always got out of the thermos and the Ghost Zone fastest).

Unknown to the halfa as he flew off to take care of the Box Ghost before bed, there were people watching him. One from the shadows, and another from all the way across the ocean. Both with different purposes.

YOU HAVE ALL HAD THE IMMENSE HONOR OF EXPERIENCING MY LAMENESS! *insert evil laugh* Muhahahahahahahahaha-cough,hack-hahahahahaha! :D

Anyways. o u o; I hope you enjoyed the beginning, and, um, there's more to come (hopefully)! ^^; Until next time!