My dearest Daniel,

If you are reading this, then the people that have been your parents since you were a few hours old have died. I do not know if you have been told that you are adopted, but I thought that, in the case of a tragedy, it is always best to know. I left you on your parents doorstep when you were only a few hours old. It would seem ironic to me, as your birth father was left the same way on his Aunt and Uncles step when he was just a year old. His parents had been murdered, and the man-if you can call him that-that killed them is still after your father. He is only seventeen.

I was sixteen when I fell pregnant with you, and with your father gone off with my brother and their friend, I didn't know what to do. I come from a very large family, (six older brothers!) and I knew that they would help out, but I also knew that the man, Voldemort, who murdered your grandparents would do anything to get to your father, even killing me and you.

Daniel, I must tell you two things. One, you now have a choice; you can go and live with whomever your adoptive parents have deemed fit to be your guardian, or you can find either your father or I (hopefully both!) and come to live with us. To find your father, contact either Mrs. Figg in Little Whinging, Surrey, England or Dudley Dursley who you can get to through his parents at Number 4, Privet Drive, Surrey, England. Ask them for the whereabouts of Harry James Potter.

The second thing that I must tell you is that I, your father, your grandparents, and aunts and uncles (on my side, at least) are all wizards, and you are, too. I sent you to Amity Park because the magic signature from all of the 'ghosts' would make your magical signature spotty, making it so Voldemort could not find you.

I believe in you, Daniel, just as I do in your father. I love you so much, much more than my own life.

Your mother,

Ginevra Molly Weasley

Danny Fenton stared at the letter that the social worker handed him in disbelief. Sure, he knew that he was adopted, but he had no idea that he was a freaking wizard!

Only a few hours ago, Danny, his parents, his sister Jazz, and his friend Tucker (Sam was visiting family in Florida), were in a tragic car crash. Danny was the sole survivor of the accident.

Danny knew that if he went with Vlad, He would happen. And he would not, could not, let that happen.

There was a knock on the door, and the older Halfa entered the room. He sent Danny a comforting smile, even though it looked more like a sneer.

"Hello, Daniel," he said, "the doctor said that I could take you home, now."

Danny glared at him. "Do you really think that I'm going to willingly come with you, Froot Loop?" he said. "I'm going to find my parents."

"Daniel," Vlad said as gently as he could, though Danny could tell he was annoyed, "You're parents are dead."

"I know that, Vlad. But did it ever occur to you that I'm ADOPTED!" Danny yelled at him.

Vlad stared at him. "What?"

Danny shot him a nasty look. "I'm adopted. I was left on my parents door step when I wasn't even a day old." He held up his mother's letter. "My birth mom left me this. She said that if I ever needed to, I could find and live with them."

"But you don't even-"

"Know where they are? They left me a way. I'm going to find them, and you can't stop me."