My first fanfic! Yay!

(A/N 2) This was too short the first time, so I'm reposting it.

(A/N 3) And now I'm reposting it again because Maddie's dialogue had issues. And so did Danny's.

Hornswaggler - I like editor-like rants. Unless the responses bug me enough to want to fix it, I'm likely to ignore them, which is why I didn't decide to go back and fix this stuff before. Thanks for the advice!

Disclaimer: I'm fairly sure that Butch Hartman is not female. I am equally confident that JK Rowling is not American. Therefore, I do not own Danny Phantom or Harry Potter.

Danny Phantom and the Prisoner of Azkaban

Chapter 1

Aunt Marge

Danny's POV

"Danny!" my mother, Maddie, called.

"Coming!" I called back. I got up, went out my bedroom door, and down the stairs.

Looking up, I saw Dad enthusiastically greeting his sister. Aunt Marge. I groaned.

"Is she staying over?" I asked, gesturing toward Marge, frowing.

"No." said Maddie. "She's coming to take you back to Britain so you can see your cousin Dudley! I'm sure you'll have fun, sweetie!"

I groaned again, louder. I did not want to go anywhere with my aunt. She hated me. I hated her. Need I say more? "How long? And WHY?"

"She hasn't said how long, so we gave her permission for up to two weeks, I'm sure you'll enjoy yourself. Petunia insisted that there was another... unusual boy to keep one of you company. She didn't say anything else, like why you would be separate. Perhaps you might not get along with Dudley. We'll take care of the ghost attacks for you, so don't worry about the town. It's not for long, after all. Won't it be nice to not handle the ghost attacks for a while? Well, go get packed, Danny! You're leaving tonight!" said Maddie, determinately oblivious to her son's discomfort.

"Mom..." I groaned, grasping on my one good argument. "I WON'T get a break from ghost attacks! They follow me! Everywhere! I. Will. Not. Escape. From. Ghost. Attacks. No. Matter. Where. I. Go!"

"Well, you still have to go. Go pack. Now."

I muttered under my breath, then went and packed normal stuff. I also packed the thermos and a modified specter deflector – I had no idea if there were more ghosts in Britain, but even if there weren't, some ghosts follow me wherever I go. The Box Ghost, for instance. And Skulker. And... ah, who am I kidding. Practically all the minor, sentient ghosts such as Spectra, Desiree, Bertrand, and Technus follow me somehow. At least Amity Park will get less property damage. Although... why am I still contemplating this? Either way, ghost attacks were almost certain. The specter deflector was modified by Tucker to recognize and ignore my ecto signature. That way, I could wear it without getting shocked, but other ghosts would get zapped. I could also give it to someone else without worrying about them harming me just by touching me.

I went downstairs, said bye, promised to write, and followed Marge into her car, where she drove us to the airport.

We flew from Amity Park , Oregon, to Portland, Maine. Where a ghost attacked. Urg. I slipped away, knowing Marge wouldn't approve, and transformed in the bathroom out of habit. I flew over to where the ghost was, above the baggage check. Where there were, you guessed it, boxes. And who always accompanies boxes? The Box Ghost. He was scaring people by throwing around the suitcases. Obviously, there weren't too many ghosts here. Though they did recognize me, big surprise, after the Disasteroid.

Being sarcastic here, people!

In a hurry to get back to Aunt Marge before she noticed my absence, I quickly sucked him into the Thermos after freezing him in midair, no banter involved. No time for that. I hurried back to Aunt Marge, who for some strange reason hadn't noticed my absence.

We flew from there to England. Little Whinging, to be exact. A town even smaller than Amity Park. I didn't even know that was possible.

No ghosts attacked here, so we made it through in peace. From the airport, we were picked up by my uncle, who glared at me (He had learned my secret with the rest of the world. Of course.) and drove us to his house. I spent a large portion of the travel time trying not to get bitten by Ripper. The rest was spent fuming at Vernon (I heard Marge call him that) for spouting negative insults to irregular things in general, which were probably directed at me, since, as a scientific impossibility, I was the definition of abnormal. We entered his house once we got there.

We were greeted by a horsey woman in a salmon pink cocktail dress, who discretely glared at me for a moment, with a fat boy on a couch in a suit, staring at a television. Just as I was about to go a little backward to let Vernon and Marge pass through before I did, off-put by their friendly attitude toward Aunt Marge and cold attitude toward me, a boy who looked about thirteen poked his head around the door, probably to see what I looked like, I thought. After all, I hadn't seen any of my British family before now. Even if they had seen me. He looked downright cold toward my aunt, which was invitation enough for me. I smiled slightly. At least I wasn't the only one in this house who hated Marge.

I walked in, following my highly unlikable aunt.

Please R&R!

(A/N 2) Nothing new happens, but it's a little longer!

(A/N 3) Now it's a lot longer, with fewer... issues! By the way... NEW: I'm changing people who know his secret! Nearly everybody does! That makes fewer issues! Now I can... nevermind. See next chapter for that, it's late enough maybe it'll be done by the time you see this. Yay! Longish chapter! Fewer switches of POV! Less OOCness! BTW, I'm throwing the story completely off balance, so you'll want to reread it. I'll put that here and at the beginning of the chapter I'll write once I'm done with my rewrite.