A What? Oneshot

Oneshot.

Note: I've been tempted to do the "DPHP brothers" cliche for a while, so this is my attempt at it. You might view Danny as OOC here? Might not, since in my mind, everything he's doing has a reason. That, and it's mostly told from Professor McGonagall's point of view.

Also, go ahead and send me a crossover request if you want. No promises, but as long as I know the fandom, I'll think about giving it a shot with DP.

Fandoms: Harry Potter & Danny Phantom

Word Count: 2360

Genre: Supernatural, Family (?)

Characters: McGonagall, Danny Fenton

Warnings: Mentions character death. Unedited, so pardon any spelling or grammar mistakes.

Professor McGonagall looked over the new first years with a small frown. They were talking amongst each other excitedly, clearly thrilled to finally be a part of the wizarding school. Half of them had their eyes locked on the ceiling, gaping at the stars, while the others looked around the Great Hall with wide grins. McGonagall could pick out a few students who were trying to keep their cool (heads held high, only a small smile), and the sight was vaguely amusing.

However, McGonagall was staring at the much taller, much older student that was to be joining their ranks. The teenager stood at the back of the crowd, not even dressed in robes. Instead, his red jacket was scrunched up under his crossed arms and an undeniable frown was set on his face. For one brief moment, his pale eyes flickered to the ceiling and his mouth twitched into a small smile, but he shook his head and turned his gaze to the floor.

He's safest here, McGonagall thought, but the doubt clouded her mind. The teen, the long lost brother of Harry Potter had been found over the summer. Her and Dumbledore had temporarily rejoiced when they received word from the American Magical Congress that Daniel Potter was, in fact, alive and breathing.

Daniel hadn't exactly returned their thrill.

Minerva had gone in assuming a couple things. One, the boy would either deny magic and she'd have to prove it or the boy would already be aware. Two, the boy would deny his Potter heritage (in case of just being informed about magic) or accept it eagerly because who wouldn't want to be the brother to Harry Potter? Three, they'd talk him into coming to Hogwarts, where it'd be safe, and he could reunite with his true, only living family member.

She had never been so wrong. Daniel - Danny, his voice echoed in her head - had reacted to magic as if it was the most boring piece of information. She supposed that might've been from the ghostly town he was from, but still, magic. He had disregarded his Potter heritage, accepting it with ease but claiming it didn't matter because they weren't his family.

"They didn't raise me," he had said. "My mom raised me. My dad raised me. My older sister raised me. These Potters were nonexistent in my life. We might be blood related, but they don't mean anything to me."

Of course, the poor teen was recovering from a traumatic ordeal. The way the Magical Congress had found him was by a horrific event. The Congress had gotten massive amounts of high-level magic usage from Amity Park (a wizarding ghost town, no pun intended). The aurors that were sent to investigate found Jack and Maddie Fenton dead, killed by the killing curse, and Jasmine Fenton just barely alive and bleeding out. Daniel himself had been unconscious against the wall.

On the floor before them, three men dressed as Death Eaters were unconscious. The "Death Eaters" were later identified as pureblood American wizards, seeking to eliminate the no-maj population of America for revenge of the Salem trials. The Congress suspected they somehow learned of Daniel's Potter status, dressed as Death Eaters, and attempted to kill someone they thought would give them fame. Dumbledore, however, believed something far from that.