Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter or Danny Phantom.

Inside a brightly lit office, Professor Minerva McGonagall, Deputy Headmistress of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, was sifting through letters at a rapid pace, checking the names written by the enchanted quill then signing them quickly. She did this every year before new students arrived, sifting through the letters addressed to Muggle-borns so she could put them aside to be hand-delivered with an explanation by a teacher.

She worked at a rapid pace, with the charmed glasses on her nose allowing her to sift at a faster rate than normally possible. Parchment would fly to her hands, she'd read the contents, then tap it with her wand to print her signature, then it would fly off to be sealed in an envelope and wait to be owled.

The professor signed the parchment, and looked at the newest one. Mr. H. Potter, The Cupboard Under the Stairs, 4 Privet Drive, Little Whinging, Surrey. Waving her wand to stop all the quills from writing, she stopped and looked at the letter. Her heart quivered a little with excitement and despair, looking at it. Lily and James's son was finally coming to Hogwarts. The Boy-Who-Lived. The tragic error of leaving the boy with the Dursleys was shown in the address. Cupboard Under the Stairs, honestly! She could only hope that the poor boy wasn't too damaged after spending ten years with those horrid Muggles.

After staring at the letter with soft fondness in her eyes, she realized she needed to work on the other letters. She waved her wand again, and the room came alive with motion as more parchment zoomed around the room. She easily resumed her routine, focusing solely on finishing the letters of the newcomers to Hogwarts.

Yet another letter zoomed to her desk, and she read name and address. Then read it again. She paused for a long moment, trying to work out what she was reading. Letters were building up from the enchanted quill, nudging her frozen hand to keep working. When she didn't respond, another letter zoomed to the piling up parchment, and knocked all the letters over the one she was looking at.

She huffed impatiently, and waved her wand. The commotion stopped and she dug up the letter she was reading. She took of the charmed glasses, and gulped.

Mr. D. Fenton

Behind the Trash Bins

Platform 8

King's Cross Station

London

She didn't know why a new student's letter would be addressed to a Muggle Train Station, but was bloody well going to find out.

He walked through the flood of people on the platform, doing his best to remain unobtrusive and invisible. Not in a literal sense, of course. It was a little difficult to be invisible and have his hands turn intangible at the same time.

He maneuvered himself through the crowd to the wall. He ducked behind the trash bins that led to his little home, and went intangible. After he slipped through the wall behind the bins, he let out a breath of relief.

Taking off his large coat, he walked to his cot. As he emptied the pockets he smiled slightly to himself. He'd done well today; two wallets, three handkerchiefs, a makeup mirror, and a wine cork. He looked curiously at the cork, but shrugged it off. He could add it to his collection of 'strange things that end up in peoples' pockets'.

The skinny, dirty, and devious eleven year old Daniel James Fenton grinned widely as he thought of all the meals he could buy with his new loot.

For the people who are waiting update on Lost Obsession, I am really sorry. I'm working on it, I swear! So this is a plot bunny that's been chewing on my brain for a while now, and I just wanted to get it off my chest.

If you like it, tell me! I will continue it, as soon as I get a good dent in my other story I'm writing. For now, this is more of a preview/prologue than anything.

If I continue it, it will be an AU, by the way. And without further ado: if you have any feedback or critiques, don't hesitate to tell me. And if you think flames are appropriate feedback, go ahead and write those too.

Until next time.