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Per request, I'm continuing. I have a small idea…

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Harry Potter frowned, deep in thought, in front of the statue that guarded the headmaster's office in Hogwarts. Should he, or should he not?

Would it do good, or would it not?

He should. It would do good.

"Acid pops," He forced out. (Professor McGonagal kept up the tradition of candy passwords.) The gargoyle smiled cheekily at him, waving, and sprang aside. Harry waved back and proceeded up the stairs.

The headmistress herself lifted her head in surprise as Harry stepped into the room. "Mr. Potter, I was not expecting you."

"I wasn't expecting myself to be here either, Professor." The Auror looked around the familiar room. "Brings back memories."

The old woman nodded, smiling sadly. "Yes, it does, Mr. Potter. But you are a bit old to be calling me Professor, now. Call me Minerva. I am hardly your teacher anymore."

"Alright, but then you call me Harry. I'm hardly your student anymore."

"Well played, Harry. Well, I know you didn't come to chat. Why exactly did you come?" Minerva stared at Harry over the top of her spectacles, much in the way Dumbledore used too.

"I need to talk to Dumbledore."

The headmistress glanced, shocked, over he shoulder at the slightly smiling portrait. "What for? You can tell me also, can't you?"

"I need his advice. Though, it would be good to get two opinions…" Harry rubbed his temples. "It's about Voldemort."

Both headmasters remained silent, watching Harry silently. He took that as a sign to continue. "I was on a vacation with my family, in this place in America, called Amity Park. And there was a boy."

"A boy?" Dumbledore's twinkling eyes were interested. Harry couldn't help but think about how perfectly the painter had captured the old man.

"Yes. Daniel Fenton." Minerva drew in a sharp breath.

"Fenton? As in, the son of Maddie Fenton?"

"Yes. Where did you know her from?"

The old woman smiled. "She was a very talented Ravenclaw back when you were in Hogwarts."

Harry blinked. "So she knew I wasn't a psychologist?"

"What?"

"Never mind." She had most likely recognized him. She must have trusted him, to pretend to go along. "Well, Amity Park has a ghost problem. Except the ghosts aren't like the normal type. They're tangible. And strange, dangerous. Not like poltergeists, but, they can shoot beams of energy, manipulate objects, manipulate the same energy as the beams are made of, and they attack that town. But there's one, who the locals call 'Danny Phantom'. He's the town hero, I guess. He's also a 'ghost', but he fights others of his kind and drives them off. Well. When he arrived, my scar felt like it was struck by lightning." He waited for their reactions. Just like he thought: alarmed for Dumbledore, and fearful from Minerva. "He fought off the ghost, but when he flew off, Ginny had James put on the invisibility cloak and track him. And when Phantom landed in an alley, he turned into one Danny Fenton." And at this he took out the picture that James had made, and set it down.

Dumbledore nodded, frowning. "That is Tom. He may have a disguise, but that is most certainly Tom."

"But that's the thing, that's Danny and Tom at the same time. We were at this restaurant, and time seemed to stop. Danny was in the booth behind us, and was frozen mid laugh with a girl dressed in black and an African-American boy in a red beret. And there was this odd man, that looked like one of the Amity Park ghosts, and he said, 'there's such a thing as a second chance'. And I could kinda see a blurred image over each of the three friends, Danny had an image of a younger Tom, his friend in the beret had Fred, and the girl was Tonks.

"Later, when I got back, I looked up 'reincarnation' in one of the Ministry's dictionaries. The man was Clockwork, and he allowed Tom to be reincarnated into Danny Fenton, I think. What should I do? Fred and Tonks' spirits should keep Tom from going bad, but I don't know if we should just leave him…"

Dumbledore nodded. "There is a theory that muggle-borns are magical because they are the reincarnated spirits of wizards. And is there any chance that Maddie has lots of muggle technology around?"

Harry nodded, confused. "Yes, she's a ghost hunter with her husband. They use lots of muggle tech, though I wouldn't be surprised if it's infused with a little bit of magic."

"Then he and his friends will come to Hogwarts. We shall keep a watch on Danny here. I can guarantee that all three have magical ability."

Harry nodded. "Should I inform the Ministry? And what about his sister?"

Minerva stood. "Under no circumstances must you inform the Ministry. They still have a tendency to panic and jump to the worst conclusions, even if their Minister is a perfectly reasonable and logical man. Is his sister older or younger?"

"Older."

"Then if she shows magical ability away from muggle tech, she will have to get a tutor. Now, go take these letters to their families." Minerva sat. "You are dismissed."

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Harry had never been one for taking orders. So he decided to inform only the Minister: Kingsley.

The man nodded, speaking in his resonant bass. "I agree with Minerva and Albus. Go take the letters right now, and inform Maddie. Keep in touch, because you," he added, "will be the Defence Against the Dark Arts teacher."

"But what about the old one?"

"Karl? I'll inform him that he will have to step down for security reasons, and will be going into a paid retirement for several years. Is that suitable?"

"Yes, Minister."

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Ding-dong…

Harry waited nervously for Maddie Fenton to appear in the door. Now that he thought about it, he had had a Maddie Fenton in the DA.

Creak! Maddie was standing in the doorway. "Yes, Harry Potter?"

"I'm here on Hogwarts business, Maddie. Oh, I'm sorry for lying that I'm a psychologist."

"Oh, that's quite all right. Come in!"

They sat at the table. "Maddie, we've recently realized that your son is magic, and that all of the muggle tech in this house was blocking it." He had decided not to beat around the bush.

Maddie pressed her lips together. "I promised Jack that I wouldn't use magic, though. That we could be a normal family."

Harry wasn't sure how normal a family of ghost hunters who knew how to use all weapons and knew martial arts was, but he didn't mention it. "It's really important for Danny to go to Hogwarts. Trust me."

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Luckily, the African-American boy, Tucker's, parents and the girl in black, Samantha's, parents were ecstatic about the news and understanding. (Harry donated a large amount of wizard money so they could buy their supplies… and get snacks on the snack trolley.)

Luckily for them, he also did what Hagrid had never done for him, inform him of the barrier at the King's Cross.

"Danny and Tucker are also going," He had said to the Mansons.

"Danny and Sam are also going," He had said to the Foleys.

"Sam and Tucker are also going," He had said to Maddie.

He assumed that they would be traveling together.

He also assumed that Minerva and Dumbledore knew the gamble they were taking. Because if they lost this one, they could lose not just their lives, but muggles', students', and other wizards'.

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Headcanon: modern muggle tech suppresses magic.

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