A Second Chance
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As Ginny and Harry Potter watched the mechanical, ethereal man floating around and blasting holes in brick walls, Ginny just had to comment:
"You couldn't have picked a safer place for us and the kids to take a vacation?"
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Harry had finally decided that he wanted to take a break from Auror-work. It was tiring, to say the least, but had had been spending less and less time with his family and friends, as work had been piling on top of him.
When he had heard some friends at the Ministry talking about a place called 'Amity Park' in the States, he decided that that sounded like a great place to drag Hermione, Ron, Ginny, and the kids off to for a break.
Too bad he hadn't done his research.
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Things weren't looking good for the muggles. The four of-age wizards exchanged a look, ready to take out their wands and fight.
And that was when something that hadn't since the battle with Voldemort had occurred: Harry's scar burned with such a fiery temper that it was hard to stay conscious, let alone standing and silent.
"Harry!"
Ginny, with the help of her brother, caught him as he collapsed with a cry of pain.
"What's wrong, Daddy?" Sweet, sweet Lily. The bravest of the bunch.
"N- nothing…"
"Harry, something is obviously wrong." Hermione sounded slightly insulted.
"My scar- it burns…"
Everyone's eyes widened, as they knew what that meant.
Ron spoke up. "But we killed him!"
"But he's back nonetheless… there's no one else my scar would react to," Harry gritted out.
Then, they heard gasps of varied amounts of adoration, relief, and happiness. As well as hatred and fear. Muggles were pointing up towards the sky.
There was another ethereal figure floating, this time a boy of about fourteen with white hair and toxic green eyes.
The boy looked around, bothered by something, and and spotted Harry. The man's forehead burned with a new ferocity.
Why?
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The boy took care of the cyborg with surprising ease, like he had done it many times before. While the wizards had assumed both were fellow magic-folk, they didn't use wands and had abilities never seen in the wizard in world before.
With instruction from his mother, James put on Harry's invisibility cloak and quietly tracked the boy.
He saw the strange boy fly into an alley and followed him in.
The boy looked around, checking that he was alone, and two rings of white light traveled over his body, giving him messy black hair and shimmering blue eyes.
To say James was shocked was an understatement. But he had a job to do.
He whispered a spell that he never thought would come in handy before: one that put the image he was currently looking at on paper, full color. He stowed the picture away and quietly returned to his group.
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Harry's breath caught in his throat as he looked at the picture his son had conjured. It may not look exactly like him, but it was unmistakeable: the strange boy was Tom Marvolo Riddle, before he was resurrected.
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Ding-dong!
Harry impatiently rang the doorbell of… Fentonworks. The person they had asked about the boy was right when they said that the place was 'unmistakeable'.
Harry was about to ring the bell for the second time when the door popped open, revealing a beaming man in… an orange jumpsuit. This must be Jack Fenton.
"Hey! Who are you? Comin' about ghosts?" Jack's voice was as big as he was.
Harry had to take a couple of seconds to find his voice. "Umm, no. I was hoping I could talk to your son, Danny?"
Jack's grin, if possible, seemed to get wider. "Of course! Come on in!" He turned. "Maddie! We have guests!"
A woman in a blue jumpsuit, Maddie, appeared next to her husband. "Oh, hello! I'm Maddie, and this is Jack. So, ghost problem?"
Hermione looked confident. "No, we're from out of town. We're psychologists, and we think your son might have some severe psychological issues. May we talk to him, privately?"
Harry inwardly cringed at the worries look of the two parents. Not the most comfortable cover story. He knew that he would be worried if someone he didn't know sprang this on him.
"Of course. We'll go get him." Maddie dragged Jack up the stairs.
A few minutes later, a grumpy teenage boy trudged, reluctantly, down the steps.
Harry's head felt like it was struck by lightning.
"What do you want? You don't look like ghosts. What are you, Guys in White undercover?" He drawled.
Guys in White? Harry shook his head. Probably some silly American thing. "No, Tom."
"My name's not Tom, whoever you are."
"Don't play games with me, Tom Marvolo Riddle Jr. I recognize you. Now tell me, how did you manage to come back again?"
Tom was starting to look creeped out. "My name is Daniel Fenton! I think you have the wrong guy!"
And he ran up the stairs. The Golden Trio made a quick retreat.
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All of them were at a food joint that the kids had begged to go to for lunch, called 'Nasty Burger'. It probably didn't have anything to do with the quality of the food, because of the fact that there were kids of all ages entering.
There was only one empty booth, which was, thankfully, large enough for them all.
As soon as they sat down, though, Harry's vision went black with pain.
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Danny heard a loud thump from behind him, accompanied by worried gasps.
He glanced behind him.
"Oh, great," he grumbled. "It's the 'psychologists' again."
Tucker and Sam had identical looks of confusion.
"Umm… what psychologists?" Asked Tucker, concerned.
"Three of those creeps stopped by my house earlier, pretending to be teen psychologists thinking I had an issue with my psych. They kept calling me 'Tom Marvolo Riddle' and asking how I came back." Suddenly he frowned. "I hate that name! It just sounds… wrong! Like naming me Jack!"
Sam glanced at the ravenette. "Where did that come from?"
"I- I don't know."
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When Harry's vision cleared, he saw something that shocked him: Tom, or Danny, sitting in the booth in front of him, laughing with a African-American in a red beret and a girl dressed in all black.
Tom would never do that.
All of a sudden, Harry felt like he had the breath knocked out of him, doubling over alongside the rest of the people at the table.
His vision blurred, and his hearing was like he was underwater.
He looked up and saw that time had, seemingly, stopped. There was a faintly shimmering amulet on his chest.
There was a man floating by him, who, when he opened his mouth, just turned and pointed to Danny.
There was now a shifting under-image on him. Tom Marvolo Riddle.
Then, to his shock, he saw Fred. Or, the image of Fred over the African-American boy. And Tonks, with the girl.
The man smiled. "There are such things as second chances."
And time resumed.
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Harry, back at his home in London, looked at the book he had checked out from the Ministry's library.
Reincarnation~ Noun~ Rebirth of the soul into another body via the magic of an entity called 'Clockwork'
Harry smiled. It looks like Fred, Tonks, and… Tom… were getting a second chance.
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I don't like how this turned out. :P I'll redo it sometime maybe.
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