Hello, all! Before this chapter kicks off, I want to say that I do not stand with J.K. Rowling's statements about the trans community. Happy Pride month!

Hope you enjoy this chapter! :) Also, I do not own Danny Phantom or Harry Potter in any way.

Danny was nervous. Albus Dumbledore-his parents had corrected him when he called him Albus Dinosaur-would be here any minute. Danny could not believe it. None of it seemed real to him, and everything seemed to be happening so fast. Just last night, he had found out that he was adopted, his parents were dead, he had a twin brother, and-oh, yeah, he might have magic. It really seemed like something out of a dream. No wonder he was pacing in his room.

Sam and Tucker sure had not believed him at first. Sam had scoffed when he mentioned magic, saying, "Well, now I know you're playing a prank on us." Danny loved her, but she had not made the revelation any easier to tell. It took a lot of convincing and a lot of promises that he was telling the truth to convince his friends. It had been a relief when they finally believed him, but not much of one. Now, he had to talk to them about possibly visiting the United Kingdom to meet his brother.

They both had been supportive, of course, but he could tell they were a little anxious about him leaving. Hell, he was anxious about leaving. This was his town, these were his people, and he...He was leaving them. Even if it was only for a little while, the thought of something happening in his absence made his hands shake. His core seemed to be yelling at him to stay, to not leave his haunt and risk someone getting hurt. He couldn't bear it if Sam got hurt… The thought brought him to a halt.

Danny shook his head and resumed pacing. He had no idea what to expect from this visit. Part of him was worried that this Dumbledore guy would expect him to leave tonight, and that simply was out of the question. He had not even decided yet if he was going to leave Amity Park at all. If he was, he had a lot of planning to do. He needed to check in with Valerie, his parents, and Sam, Tucker, and Jazz. He needed to make plans on how to contact them and vice versa so that if something were to happen, he could return to Amity Park as soon as possible. If he was going to leave, which was still undecided, then he was going to do everything in his power to make sure his people were safe. He would need to talk to his allies in the Ghost Zone as well so that they could help out in an emergency or help him keep tabs on his town.

The doorbell rang downstairs, and Danny felt his breath leave him. He was perfectly still, nothing but his slow heartbeat creating any movement at all. He heard someone answer the door and closed his eyes, waiting for his cue. It came all too soon for Danny's taste.

"Danny-boy!" Jack called up the stairs. "Come down here and meet our guest!"

Danny nodded to steady himself. His dad sounded excited, which he tried to take as a good sign. His father was usually happy and exuberant, but he was seriously protective of him and Jazz. He trusted that if his father thought they had something to worry about, he would make sure Danny knew.

Danny braced himself, then opened his door and walked down the stairs. At the door, he saw his dad, standing tall and eagerly shaking the hand of a rather old looking man. Danny thought he was the spitting image of Gandalf, which normally would have made him chuckle in a less stressful situation. The man was smiling kindly, apparently amused by Jack's enthusiasm. His mother was standing next to him, and glanced up to notice Danny.

"Hi, Danny! This is Professor Dumbledore, who we were telling you about. Come down and say hi!" Maddie said. Danny could hear the forced excitement in her voice. So, she was nervous, too. Surprisingly, that kind of made him feel better.

Danny trotted down the rest of the stairs, trying not to look at his family or the strange man there to meet him. He could feel everyone's eyes on him and had to resist the urge to become invisible. He was grateful he had a lot of experience not using his powers in his human form.

"Hello, Daniel," The man said, his voice calm and warm. Danny glanced up, met the man's eyes briefly, before ducking his head back down. Here he was, Amity Park's hero, and he was doing his best not to make eye contact with a stranger. He felt ridiculous.

Suddenly, he felt a hand on his shoulder. He glanced up to see his sister Jazz, who had come from the kitchen behind him to give him support. She smiled at him, and he smiled back. He could do this.

Steeling himself, he looked back up at the visitor. "Hi," he said. It was one word, but he was proud of himself for not hiding behind Jazz immediately after giving the greeting.

"It's been a while, Daniel. The last time I saw you was at your first birthday party," the man said.

"Oh," Danny said, his voice small. The same weird feeling he always got when adults commented on how much he's grown came over him. It made him feel awkward and he never really knew what the right response was.

"I must say, you've grown to be the spitting image of your father," the man continued when Danny did not say anything further. Confused, Danny glanced up at Jack. No one had ever told him he resembled him at all, except for the fact that they both had black hair. Jack smiled sadly, and Danny realized that the man must have meant his biological father. Well, that made him feel even weirder than he already had.

"Oh," Danny said again, his face heating up. He did not know what to think about looking like someone he could not even remember. A brief silence came over the group before Jazz clapped her hands.

"Alright, well, I just finished making some cookies, so maybe we could head to the living room and get a little more comfortable and I'll bring the food out. Also, Professor Dumbledore, please tell me if I'm stereotyping, but I made some tea, as well. Would you like some?" Jazz said, bringing order to the awkward meeting.

"Tea would be excellent, thank you," Dumbledore said. Jazz turned back to the kitchen, and Danny followed his parents and the strange man into their living room. He sat in the armchair that was cattycorner to the two couches, purposefully avoiding having to sit next to the visitor. He felt a little guilty about that, but he figured he deserved something that could make him more comfortable right now. Jazz would be proud.

Jazz came back from the kitchen with a tray of warm chocolate-chip cookies. She went back to get drinks for everyone, and the group sat in silence as they waited. Danny's mother passed the tray of cookies to him, and he grabbed a cookie to have an excuse for not talking. The melty chocolate flavor filled his mouth, and Danny was grateful Jazz was the one who had done the baking. He could not detect even a hint of ectoplasm, which meant that they would be safe for their guest to eat. Jazz brought him a can of soda to drink, and Danny snuck a glance at the visitor while she handed him his tea. He thanked her and continued to smile softly. Danny could not decide if that smile was comforting or slightly creepy. He had never met anyone before who maintained a smile for that long. He wondered if he was trying to appear non-threatening or if he always smiled like that.

Jazz sat down next to him, and Danny felt a twinge of guilt that she had to sit next to the stranger. She seemed perfectly comfortable, however, and Danny wondered if she was trying to make him feel safer by pretending everything was normal. Either way, he was thankful.

"Well," the visitor said after he had taken a sip of the tea. "This tea is simply splendid, thank you my dear." He smiled at Jazz, who blushed.

"Oh, it's just a tea bag… We're not normally tea drinkers so I just went with what we had," Jazz explained.

"All the same, thank you," the man replied. "I supposed I should formally introduce myself. My name is Professor Albus Percival Wulfric Brian Dumbledore, and I am the headmaster of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. You may call me Professor Dumbledore. I believe you are familiar with the school, Madeline?"

Maddie nodded. "Yes, that's the school my sister attended. I only know it by name though, I've never visited myself."

Dumbledore nodded. "Yes, muggles, or non-magical folk, are not able to visit Hogwarts. The school has a number of protective spells to protect the students. It is a shame, however. I do wish that more of our muggle-born students' families would be able to visit. If it makes you feel better at all, most of our students' families do not visit Hogwarts unless they were students themselves. We believe that it helps our students to develop their own identities as young witches and wizards."

Danny's family nodded, as if in understanding. He wondered if this was going over their heads as much as it was going over his. He frowned at the word Dumbledore had used to describe people who did not have magic. It sounded like a slur, and he did not appreciate that it was being used so flippantly to describe his family and friends. He knew well how othering terms like that could be. Perhaps he had misunderstood…?

When no one spoke, Dumbledore continued. "Daniel," Danny's head snapped up at the sound of his name. Dumbledore was looking at him, and Danny felt as if his blue eyes were piercing into him. He squirmed. "Your parents, Lily and James Potter, attended Hogwarts to study magic, as Madeline said. Your brother, Harry, is currently a student there as well. Because of your family, you should have received a letter from Hogwarts when you were eleven, inviting you to come and study at Hogwarts. I am sorry that did not happen."

Danny shrugged in response. He was not sure even his eleven-year-old self would have been willing to leave Amity. He was still half-convinced that he was dreaming or in a coma or something.

"Why is that?" Maddie asked, leaning forward. "We noticed… Well, Jack and I had noticed a couple of things that reminded me of what Lily did when she was younger. We were really surprised when he didn't get a letter. We figured it was because we were in America and the rules were different."

"Excellent question," Dumbledore nodded. "To be perfectly honest, the magical community had believed Daniel Potter was dead, murdered alongside his parents. He was never found, and so that had seemed to be the most logical conclusion. I, of course, always had my suspicions," Dumbledore stated, eyes twinkling. "Although those suspicions were not confirmed until I saw him, alive, on the muggle news."

Danny felt like his heart was in his throat. So, Dumbledore knew. He wasn't sure if that made him feel more or less comfortable.

"As for why Daniel was not found before then, I can only guess that this location blocked his magical powers from popping up on MACUSA's radar. You chose this location because of the weak barrier between our world and the 'Ghost Zone', as you call it, correct?"

"Yes, we did," Maddie confirmed, nodding with Jack. "The research we did in college led us here because we believed it was the most likely location for the portal to work."

"Ah," Dumbledore remarked, nodding. "Yes. That makes sense, then. I would guess that the mixed energy between the two worlds overshadowed Daniel's magical signature, so to speak. Alas, we may never know." Dumbledore took a sip of his tea. "I suppose I should discuss why I am here tonight. Daniel, as a Potter, you have a right to study at Hogwarts. It would be an excellent way to get to know the world of your parents and your brother, as well. It is, of course, your decision, but I feel that you should have a clear picture of what you would be getting into before you choose either way."

Danny frowned. "What do you mean?" He had been ready to launch into a list of reasons for why he could not go to this weirdly-named magic school, but Dumbledore's statement caught him off-guard.

"I mean, Daniel, that the Wizarding World is currently in danger," Dumbledore stated, expression growing serious. "It may not be safe for you to come to Hogwarts. I fear that it may compromise the safety you have found here in Amity Park."

Danny scoffed quietly before he could stop himself. Safety? He was half-dead and attacked on a daily basis, but sure, he was perfectly safe. This guy clearly did not have a complete understanding of what his life looked like.

"What do you mean? How would he be in danger?" Maddie asked, grabbing hold of Jack's hand.

Dumbledore sighed. "He's back, Madeline."

"No," Maddie said, fear evident in her voice. Her face had gone white. Jack pulled her closer to him, trying to show support for his wife.

"Danny is safe from him here? He wouldn't be able to find him?" Jack asked.

"I am afraid I am uncertain. Up until now, the magical community was unaware of Daniel's survival. I am unsure how widespread news of his survival has spread now. It is possible that Voldemort does not know Daniel is alive and here in Amity Park. I cannot guarantee that, however, but I can guarantee that he would know were Daniel to attend Hogwarts. It is likely that Voldemort would seek to kill him. He may also come here, although his attacks have previously not spread to the United States. I cannot guarantee what he will do." Dumbledore said sadly.

"I'm not going," Danny stated firmly. His family turned to look at him, and Danny got the sense that they had almost forgotten he was present.

"Danny… I think it's important to think about what that would mean. Meeting your brother and going to school could be an important way to feel connected-" Jazz began.

"No, Jazz," Danny said, cutting her off. "Yeah, I mean, it would be cool, and I really want to get to meet Harry, but I can't do that and put all of you in danger. All of Amity Park in danger! It would be selfish, and I… I can't…" Danny noticed Jazz's eyes flick down to his chest and back up to his face. He realized he had subconsciously raised his hands to his core, and willfully brought them back down. He felt exposed.

Dumbledore looked at him kindly. "I understand, Daniel, and I respect your desire to protect those you love. You do not have to attend Hogwarts. I should note that does not guarantee your family's safety, since word of your survival could have already reached him."

Danny nodded. If they ever came for him, then at least he would be there to protect his family.

Dumbledore continued. "However, that does not mean that you cannot meet your brother. You may come with me to a place that is hidden from everyone who has not been told of its whereabouts. No one would know about you or your presence in Britain other than those present, and I can promise you that no one there would compromise your anonymity. You could meet your brother, and maintain whatever the current awareness is of your existence."

Danny nodded again, this time slowly. "Can I...think about it? I mean, I'm sorry that you came here tonight and I'm kind of throwing off whatever plans you made, but it's a big decision, and I don't really know what to do and I need to think and maybe talk about it and-" Danny cut himself off when he realized he was rambling.

"Of course," Dumbledore nodded. "I would expect nothing less. I will remain in town until tomorrow evening, and then I will come back to discuss whatever decision you make at this time tomorrow. After all, it's been a long time since I have been in the States, and apparating across the Atlantic does take a fair amount of energy. This will give me some time to relax and attend to a couple of other matters. How does that sound?"

"Uh, that sounds great. Thanks," Danny said awkwardly. A day was not exactly how much time he was thinking of, but he felt weird asking an elder to work around his schedule.

"Alright, then," Dumbledore said, standing. "It was lovely to meet you, Daniel, and you as well, Madeline, Jack, and Jazmine. I am glad we will have a reason to meet again tomorrow. Thank you for the tea, Jazmine, it was delightful!"

Jazz took the teacup and blushed. "Oh, no problem, it was nothing."

Dumbledore smiled at them all. "I will see myself out. I can tell you have a lot to process. Until tomorrow," Dumbledore said, inclining his head in farewell. The Fenton family nodded back, a little slowly, with the confused looks of someone that had just been woken from a deep sleep.

Danny watched the man calmly open the door, close it, and heard a faint pop. He groaned and put his head in his hands. His life was never simple.