A/N: I have only recently gotten into Harry Potter. I will be checking my facts before writing but I will probably miss things. If I do, please just consider it a part of the AU unless it's something that is absolutely impossible and would create a plot hole in which case you are free to let me know what it is and how it creates the plot hole. Thanks for understanding. Y'all are fabulous.

Danny's POV

Three days later, I wake up to someone shaking me. My eyes snap open, revealing a glowing toxic green. I grab the arm of the person who touched me and flip them to the other side of the bed, making them land on the hardwood floor with a loud thump. I pin their arm behind their back while using one foot to keep their head on the ground.

"D-daniel, please let me off of the ground." Vlad says, his words being muffled from his face being pressed against the floor. Suddenly, I feel my eyes snap back to blue and I let go of Vlad, a blush growing on my face because of how I reacted to being woken up.

"Thank you. I just received a letter from Professor Dumbledore stating that they would love to have you as a student. Unfortunately, there are some dangerous things happening at Hogwarts lately involving your brother. He said that it is completely up to you, but you should be aware of the dangers ahead of time. They did send a list of materials for you to use to catch up on since you've been gone. They also said to tell you that you need to get in contact with CW. Whatever that means." I nod my head and he takes that as I am going.

"I'm going to the ghost zone for a little while. I'll eat breakfast while I am there."

"Alright. Be safe." I silently agree before changing forms and heading to the Clocktower.

~~~Wibbly Wobbly Timey Wimey Time Skip~~~

I float up to the giant tower where my ghostly mentor lives. I am not surprised when the doors open on their own. I float through the tower until I come upon the viewing room. My eyes settle on a lone figure staring into what appears to be a mirror, but it plays the events of a different time and place.

"Daniel. It is good to see you. I know you are angry at me, but before you attempt to attack somebody who is much stronger than you, I suggest you have a seat and listen up." When I don't attack but sit down instead, he takes it as his sign to continue. "The path you were on had a ninety five percent chance of you turning into Dan. What I failed to mention when this all started, was that, eventually, the Fenton's would have learned the truth, but not accepted it. They would have earned your trust, captured you, and turned you into the GIW, assisting in your vivisection and lots of other painful experiments and torture. Jasmine and your two friends would have been killed for attempting to save you, and they would have caught your daughter and done experiments on her. After they killed her, as she would be less capable of withstanding the experiments, you would have snapped and begun taking over the world. Now, not only are you less likely to become Dan, as you still have living relatives, but you knowing about the possibility of you becoming Dan decreases the chances by thirty five percent. There is now only a fifteen percent chance of you becoming him, and so far, you are on the path of the other eighty five.

Now I'm sure you would like to know more about your biological family and magic, so I will give you a short play through of everything you need to know. The dreams you have been having are indeed memories of the night your parents died. You and your brother have a telepathic link that, if you tried, you could access right here and now. I would wait to do so until you return to the mansion. Now, Voldemort is a very powerful wizard. He is very against any half breeds or mudbloods, which are people who are not related to anyone with magic, but have, for some reason or another, gained the powers of a witch or wizard. Voldemort has a group of followers called the Death Eaters. They all share his opinion on half breeds and mudbloods. The lightning shaped scar that you and your brother share are signs that you survived a spell that nobody has survived before the two of you.

On to a less depressing matter, magic. There is one thing you should know about magic, it does not work on ghosts unless the ghost consciously allows it to. That means that if somebody does a spell on you without your knowledge, it will be ineffective. There is a group called the Order of Phoenix that could greatly use this ability. All of the books you will need to catch up on your magic are right here. You and your brother each have separate vaults at Gringotts Bank. Here is a chart that will show you how money works in the wizarding world, compared to the U.S. and England, as well as a key to your vault. Dumbledore will be sending word to your father, don't give me that look you know you see him as a father, he will be sending word that you two should meet up at the headquarters for the Order of the Phoenix. You will be staying there for the summer while you catch up on your studies.

Using duplicates will speed up your studies immensely, and I highly suggest you use it. The Order should know about your ghost half but for now, only tell your brother other than them. Eventually, when you decide you are ready, and after telling somebody else that you will meet and decide is important enough to tell before the others, then you can tell the rest of your friends. This journal will give you the ability to talk to Danielle after you reach where you will be staying in england, and your brother gets there too. I know this is a lot of information to take in, so I have written it all down for you. It is all sealed in this envelope and you are free to look back on it whenever you get the chance. You can show it to the Order so you don't have to go through explaining it all, and there are enough copies in there for each member as well as yourself. Now, I'm sure you are hungry. Let's get you some breakfast and then we can get to work on you creating a lair."

After finishing his long speech, Clockwork leads me into a dining room where breakfast is already prepared, frozen in time so it doesn't get cold. I sit down to eat while I think heavily about the information Clockwork has given me.

~~~Line Break~~~

I am lying in my bed, looking at the journal in my hands. I wish that I could write to her right now. Every time I've tried to talk her into staying and being my daughter, letting me raise her, she flies off dramatically to travel the world. I don't like the idea of her being out and alone in the world. I am constantly finding myself wondering if she's getting enough to eat, if she's got a place to sleep, whether or not she has clean clothes and something warm enough for whatever climate she's in. I sigh and put the journal somewhere out of sight, so I quit worrying. I decide, instead, to contact the one person Clockwork said I could.

I focus on the feeling I had in my dreams, when I willed my brother to understand me, even before I knew how to speak. Not long after, I feel a presence that is very far away, but still there.

Harry? I ask the presence in my head, hoping that he hears me. I feel his confusion and know that it worked. Harry, it's Danny, your brother. Wow, that sounded really cheesy.

I don't know who you are, or how you got in my head, but I don't have a brother. Go away now or I will find a way to get rid of you myself.

No Wait! Please, I don't have anyone else left. Send a letter to Dumbledore if you want proof.

There is a long pause and I'm afraid that he won't talk to me again. Then I hear his voice again.

Did you know he would be sending me a letter? Is that why you said that?

What? No why? Did he send you one? I know the ghost of time. He knows everything and he's apparently friends with Dumbledore. My guess is that he's the one who told Dumbledore to send you that.

S-so what you said is true? We're brothers?

Not just brothers, we're twins. That's why we can talk like this.

From then on, we began to talk to each other for the rest of the day. By the end of the week, we know almost everything there is to know about each other, including the fact that I'm half dead. It is Saturday morning, and Vlad and I are eating breakfast together. After my visit with Clockwork, I decided to simply resign to my fate and finally call Vlad Dad. His face was priceless the first few times I said it, but now he just gets a warm smile, like it makes his day every time he hears it.

An owl flies through the open window and lands on the table in front of Dad. He takes a letter from the bird and gives it a snack before opening the letter. His eyes go wide as he reads it and I assume by the seal on the front that it's the letter that Clockwork said we'd be getting from Dumbledore.

"Well it looks like we'll be moving to England tomorrow. I want you to pack everything important to you and be ready to leave tomorrow morning. We will be leaving for the airport at seven a.m. and we will be boarding the private jet at no later than eight thirty." I nod and we spend the rest of the day packing.

~~~Time Skip to the Next Day~~~

Guess what. I tell Harry after waking up in the morning and getting into my father's limo.

What?

I'm on my way to the airport to get on a private jet.

Cool? What about it?

The private jet is going to bring me to England.

What?! Really?! Are you going to come and see me?

I wish. Dad says that we have to go to some secret magical hideout for the Order of the Phoenix. I'm going to be catching up on my studies there, but Clockwork says you will be there before school starts up again.

Good. I can't wait to finally see you in person. I love being able to talk to you, but I want to actually be able to see and touch you.

Wow, getting a little eager there aren't we? We are brothers you know. I don't know how it works in the wizarding world, but most muggles would look down upon someone touching their own brother.

Oh shut up you asshole. You know what I meant.

Yeah but I can feel your embarrassment practically rolling off of you in waves. It makes me happy that I succeeded in embarrassing you when we're literally talking in our heads where nobody else can hear us.

Jerk.

Bitch. (Sorry I had to.)

Oh, I gotta go. We just got to the airport. Talk to you later.

You too.

Bye! We say together before what we call, signing out.

Vlad and I walk through the airport and I am surprised when Vlad flashes a badge and we walk straight past security. I can't complain though, since that could have just saved our ghostly secret. We walk through all of the terminals before coming to a private hangar that is owned by DALV Co. Someone from Dad's staff takes my luggage and we board the jet. The flight is uneventful and Vlad says that I'm not allowed to use any of the magic he taught me on the plane because it will interfere with the electrical systems. I decide that it is best not to talk to Harry just in case that is considered magic. I am happy when he doesn't talk to me the whole flight, seeming to already know that there could be consequences.

"Hey Dad, I was wondering, how would you feel about adopting Harry?" I sign after closing my history of magic book. All ghosts have the natural ability to read, write, speak, and understand any language, so this is how I've been communicating with him lately.

"I-I don't know. I suppose it would be alright as long as the people who adopted him were okay with it, but I doubt they would want me to take their son away from them." Vlad answers, more than a little surprised at the sudden question.

"He's not their son. They are our aunt, uncle, and cousin. The Dursleys are horrible people who treat Harry like their slave. They hardly even feed him."

"And how would you know all of this?"

"We're twins. We have a natural psychic connection. We've been talking ever since the day that Dumbledore sent a letter saying that I could come to Hogwarts in the first place."

Vlad seems surprised for a moment before sighing and resting his head in his hands so his face is covered.

"I really shouldn't be surprised about anything when it comes to you at this point."

After that, we remain in a comfortable silence. We land in London and I am surprised when, instead of one of Vlad's extravagant limos we are met by a man with bright red hair, and three broomsticks. My dad goes and hugs the man tightly. It is obvious that the two were good friends in the past. I look from one man to the other in a silent question of who the other man is. Dad understands this and begins to introduce us.

"Arthur, it's good to see you old friend. This is my son, Daniel Potter. Daniel, this is Arthur Weasley." I hold my hand out to shake and he quickly takes it.

"It's good to finally meet you. We all thought you were dead until now. Do you know how you got all the way to America without anyone knowing?" I look at Dad as I have my whiteboard packed away.

"Oh! Where is my head lately. My apologies Arthur. Daniel hasn't spoken a word since shortly after his adopted family and friends died in an explosion. To answer your question, we recently found out that the ghost of time took him and left him on the doorstep of my college friends Maddie and Jack Fenton. Something he didn't tell me about until this morning." Dad said giving me a stern look. I rub the back of my neck nervously.

"I'm sorry for your loss. I hope that being with your brother will help make things easier on you."

Arthur leads us outside to an alleyway and, for a second, I start to think that Vlad told him our secret already. I am naturally confused when Arthur hands us each one of the brooms. I look at him like he's crazy.

"Never ridden a broom before I see. Not to worry, we'll give you a quick lesson, then we'll be off." Arthur says before showing me the basics of flying on a broomstick. I pick it up pretty quickly, but I still prefer flying on my own compared to on a broomstick.

We fly through london until we reach a strange building. It's completely normal aside from the fact that it's missing the number twelve. Normally, this wouldn't come as a surprise, but it would have been an easy task to have simply changed the numbers to be the correct ones after the mistake was realised. Arthur does something with a weird stick, and I soon find out why there was no number twelve before. With all my luggage, I don't bother taking my sunglasses off, which ends up proving to be a big mistake. We get inside the house, and we are each led to a room. Afterwards, Arthur shows me to a different room to meet his son Ron, who is my age.

As soon as I enter, I am tackled into a bone crushing hug. I try to get away, but to no avail. Finally, Arthur speaks up and gets the boy off of me.

"Ronald, this isn't Harry." He says. Immediately the boy is off of me, and I take off my sunglasses. He gasps and starts to look at me very closely as though he is trying to study my every detail.

"Bloody Hell! Who are you and how did you steal my best friends face?"

"Ron, this is Daniel Potter, Harry's twin brother."

"What?! But, you're supposed to be dead!"

"Any chance any of you know sign language?" I sign.

"Right, I almost forgot to mention that Daniel doesn't speak. I'm sorry Daniel. I would be willing to bet that you were asking if we knew sign language but we don't. You boys have fun. I'll be in the dining room if you need me." He leaves us in an awkward silence. I hold up one finger and go back up to my room, grabbing my whiteboard and marker, then go back.

"Sorry, it's a lot easier to communicate like this. Please call me Danny. It's nice to meet you." I hold my hand out to Ron who hesitantly takes it.

"This is going to be hard to get used to. Do you have the same scar as Harry?" I pull my shirt down just enough to show my lightning bolt scar without showing any of the others. "Woah. Wait till Harry finds out. He'll be so excited. Thought all his family was dead as a doornail."

"He already knows about me."

"What? How does he know? Have you been owling him? Dumbledore said we weren't allowed to do that so if you can, please tell him we would write him if we could."

"What's owling? Harry and I have a psychic link since we're twins. We've been talking through that."

"That's even better! Will you please tell him? I'm scared he'll hate us for not writing him." I nod my head, putting the question about owling aside for later.

Harry?

Yeah, I'm here.

I wanted to let you know that we landed safely, and that Ron told me to tell you that the only reason they haven't been writing is because Dumbledore said they weren't allowed to. He also said something about owling that made no sense but I'm just ignoring that for now.

I feel laughter in my head after this statement.

Owling is just when you send an owl to deliver your mail.

And they know where to take it?!

More laughter.

Yeah. Tell Ron it's alright and that I said hi.

Will do.

"Harry says he forgives you and hi." I tell Ron.

I've gotta go. Talk to you later.

Harry says.

Bye.

"So you two can really talk to each other in your heads? That's amazing! Fred and George never mentioned anything about that. Maybe they don't have it." I shrug and we start to get to know each other.

~~~Time Skip~~~

It's been two months and I'm already all caught up with my studies on the book side of things. I wanted to wait to get my wand till my brother was here. Duplicates really speed up the time it takes to study. I had five duplicates studying at once and I didn't do any of it on my own. I would hang out with Ron or the twins, who were a lot of fun to pull pranks with. I also go to every meeting the Order has, much to the jealousy of the other's who were considered too young to join the Order. It is decided that I should be trained for any indirect attacks that may come my way once Voldemort and the Death Eaters realise that I am unaffected by direct magic attacks. A girl named Hermione came yesterday. Her parents didn't want to let her come, but agreed since it was the safest thing for her.

"Kids! Kids! Hurry down! We've got important news!" Molly says after entering the twins' room where we're all hanging out at the moment. We all hurry downstairs as quickly and quietly as we can, not wanting to wake a certain someone. We all gather in the dining room to hear the news.

"Harry's been expelled!" Tonks yells as soon as we all make it in.

"Oh Tonks, don't be so dramatic. He's got a hearing and they've got nothing against him. It was only self defense." Sirius reprimands. Tonks smiles cheekily but Ron asks the important question.

"Why does he have a hearing?"

"Because he used magic outside of school and in front of a muggle. He was attacked by two dementors and used the patronus charm to ward them off. They have nothing against him since a dementor won't attack unless following commands from the ministry or they went rogue. The two dementors returned later this morning which means it was someone from the ministry. Harry will win the hearing, but first he will be coming to Grimmauld Place to wait with us, and to help Danny pick out his wand." Molly explains. My eyes light up and I have a ghost of a smile appear for the first time since my family and friends died. (Get it? Ghost? Alright I'll leave.)

"Come on, we need to set up a welcoming prank for him." Fred and George say together. The three of us and Ron all run up to the room Harry and I are going to be sharing to set up the prank.

We set up a bucket of Dragon saliva above the door and then head back to the twins' room to wait. A few hours later, I hear the door open and Molly talking to Harry using my enhanced hearing from my ghost powers. I perk up my head and start to run down the stairs. I see my brother at the bottom and launch into him and hug him. After getting over his shock, he hugs me back just as tight.

"You really weren't kidding. You two have been talking or Harry would have shoved you away by now." Ginny says from the stairs.

"H-hey guys, how have you all been?" Harry says to the others after we break apart. I grab his luggage for him and the others lead him to our room.

"You and Danny will be sharing of course." Fred says.

"I hope that's alright." George finishes.

Ron gestures to the door and Harry walks in, only to get a bucket of dragon saliva dumped on his head. Luckily for him, I made the twins put a spell on the bucket so it would dump but it wouldn't fall on his head.

"Awe! Gross guys! You know this doesn't wash out!" We laugh and I phase the goop off of him, only to realise my mistake too late.

"Bloody hell!" the twins and Ron all say in unison. Ginny and Hermione have looks of pure shock on their faces and Harry begins to look panicked, knowing that Clockwork said the others aren't allowed to know yet.

"How did you do that?" Ginny asks. I look at Harry again who seems to have composed himself, obviously having come up with a reasonable excuse.

"He didn't tell you guys yet? One of the reasons he is allowed to be on the Order and not you guys is because he can use some magic without a spell or wand. Like levitation. Show them Danny." I nod and use my telekinesis to bring a journal here from the night stand.

"Cool!" All the Weasley's say together.

"Yes it is cool, but now, if you don't mind, I'd like to spend some time with my brother."

"Alright. See you guys at dinner." Ron says and they all leave. I look down at the journal in my hands and only just realise that it's the one Clockwork gave me to contact Elle.

Harry! This is the journal!

"What journal? Why are you still talking like that? We can talk to each other now."

I haven't spoken a word out loud since I got out of the hospital after the explosion.

"Oh, I'm sorry, I didn't realise."

No it's alright. It's my fault really, I never thought to tell you since we were already talking. Anyway, this journal is the one that Clockwork gave me to get ahold of someone special. I'm not going to tell you who until you can meet them though.

"Wait, is it like one of those that you write in it, the ink disappears and the other person writes back? I have a bit of a bad experience with those so please feel free to leave me out of it." He shivers and I get glimpses in my mind from his experience as a second year at Hogwarts. He isn't as good with mental barriers as I am. "Anyway, you should contact them. We're supposed to be going to Diagon Alley for your wand later, maybe we can meet up with them after that. Assuming they are somewhere nearby."

That's a great idea!

I grab a pen and open the journal to the first page.

Elle? Are you there?

Danny? Is that you?

Yeah sweetheart. It's me.

Sweetheart? Since when have you called me that?

I've always called you that. You just never paid attention before. I need to talk to you about something, and I need you to not just leave me without an answer. I've been trying to ask you something since I first found out the truth about you being my clone, but you keep flying off dramatically before I get the chance.

Okay. Shoot.

Elle, I want you to be my daughter. You've been traveling all this time and all I'm able to do is sit there and wonder if you have enough to eat, if you have warm enough clothes, if you have a place to sleep at night. I wonder what it would be like to be able to do things together like a real father and daughter. Like a real family. I am in London right now and I have some errands to run. If you are nearby, I would love it if we could meet up. Clockwork showed me how to make a lair. You can live there while I go to school in London. You could meet your Uncle Harry.

You really mean it?

Of course I do. It would be an honor to be your father, if you'd let me.

Of course I would!

Alright, I have to go, but I will write you where to meet if you want.

Okay Daddy, have fun.

I get a strange sensation when I read that she called me Daddy. It makes me really happy, but in a way that I've never experienced before. I try and fail to suppress a smile and reply.

You too kiddo. Bye.

Bye.

"What's that look for?"

What look?

"That goofy smile like you just got a girl to go out with you."

Ew! Trust me that is not the type of relationship here. Besides, you know I'm not really into girls.

"Right, I'm sorry. That goofy smile like you just got a boy to go out with you." He says smirking. I roll my eyes.

Come on, we're going to be heading out soon.

We grab what we need and head downstairs to see Vlad beginning to make his way up them.

"Oh good, I was just coming to get you two. We're going to be heading to Diagon Alley now. Daniel what are you smiling about? I haven't seen you smile this much since the accident." I held out the journal to him and he smiled at what he read. Then his smile dropped to show that he's self conscious about something. "You may want to warn her about me. I don't want her to run off as soon as she see's me." I nod my head and we grab the brooms, heading into another alley and then flying to a small shop called the leaky cauldron.

I turn on my aura seeing and scan the room for potential threats. We get a lot of angry glares and red centers, showing that most of the people here were hostile towards us. Nobody seems to be making a move to harm us in any way so I ignore them and follow my dad to the back of the bar. We end in small bricked area, and Harry taps a pattern on the bricks before there is movement and the bricks begin to part, revealing the entrance to Diagon Alley. I gasp at how magical it all looks. They lead me to a tall bank called Gringotts and these creatures that Harry tells me are goblins, lead us down to Vlads vault, before taking us to mine, then Harry's. After we have all the money we need, we go to get my wand.

We walk into an old looking shop called Ollivanders and wait until an old man slides into view, riding on a moving latter.

"Mr. Masters, Mr. Potter, I didn't think I'd see either of you in here so soon. Who's your friend?" He asks, eyeing me curiously.

"Ollivander, this is my twin brother Danny. He's here for his first wand." The poor man nearly falls off of his latter at hearing who I am. I hold out my hand to him and he comes and shakes it eagerly.

"Daniel Potter, you weren't supposed to be alive."

"So everyone keeps telling me." I write out.

"Ah, a mute. Tell me boy, do you know sign language?" I nod my head.

"Do you?" I ask in sign language this time.

"Yes I do. I hope it will be easier for you to communicate this way. It's very strange though. I don't get a lot of mute people in here. Usually if you're mute, you can't cast spells."

"Danny can cast spells without words." Vlad informs even though we aren't sure if it's actually true yet.

"I see. Well, let's begin the process of choosing your wand then."

Two hours later and we still haven't found one that works. He heads off to the back and this time he doesn't come back for about ten minutes. When he does, he has an old looking box in his hand and an excited look on his face.

"Now this wand, Mr. Potter, is very unusual. It has two woods, yew wood and blackthorn. The core is thestral hair and the wand is meant to have a heavy connection to death." all three of us snort at hearing that. I take the wand and wave it gently.

I feel my body cool down pleasantly as a puff of cold air escapes my lips. The air around me begins to cool down and it starts to snow. There are green ribbons of energy, that match my eyes in phantom form, that start to snake around me and dance in the air.

"Marvelous. Absolutely beautiful. I've never seen a wand react to a wizard or witch like that before. You have a very powerful wand which is suited for a powerful young wizard like yourself. That will be seven galleons please." I hand him the money and we walk out the door. I am fitted for my robes and we head to the pet shop. While we are here, all of the animals seem to hate Vlad and I.

"Why do the animals hate us?" Harry asks confused. "I've never had any problems with animals before."

"It's not you dear boy. It's us. The animals can sense that we aren't natural. That we aren't completely alive."

"Oh, well then how is he going to get a pet?"

"There is a chance that he won't find one here, but I was able to find a cat that didn't hate me and so I'm guessing we can find at least one animal that will tolerate him."

I start to walk around the pet store but feel myself being pulled to the back. When I get back there, I find two baby panthers, one white with green eyes, and one black with blue eyes. They both look me in the eyes and come closer. I feel pulled to them and I reach out my hands to pet them. They seem to like me. That's when I hear yelling.

"Hey kid!" I jump back startled. The store owner comes back here and the panthers take a defensive stance. "You have to be careful. These panthers are very dangerous and won't let anyone near them without biting them." he says.

I raise an eyebrow and go back to petting them while the owner shouts warnings at me until he sees that the lions like me.

"Wow, I've never seen those two like anybody before. Whatever, if you want them I'll gladly give them to you for free. Those two have caused me more trouble than they're worth and you'll be doing me a favor by getting them off of my hands." I nod and he gives me the key to let them out of their cage since he can't get near them.

I then buy everything I need to take care of them and meet up with my dad and brother, who decided they were too bored to wait for me inside. I find them over at the broom shop and we join them.

"Daniel, did you find a- holy butter biscuits what are you doing with two panthers?!"

"I'm the only person they liked so the store owner gave them to me for free." I sign while speaking telepathically to Harry so he knows what I said too.

"Very well. Here, let me hold that while you let Danielle know that we're done and to meet us." Vlad says taking my things. I nod and pull out my journal.

Hey sweetie, we're done with our errands. I also have a couple of surprises for you. You should know that Vlad isn't a crazed up fruit loop anymore and is my dad now. I know it's surprising but the Fentons are dead and he helped reunite me with my brother. Clockwork says he's cool too so you shouldn't have anything to worry about. There's a place called the Leaky Cauldron. Meet me outside of it as soon as you can and I'll take you to do something fun. Come in human form.

Alright Daddy!

We all walk out of the Leaky Cauldron with all of our stuff, and wait for Elle to show up. About ten minutes later she finally shows up.

"Daddy!" she yells as she launches herself into my arms.

"Hey kiddo! God it's so good to see you. I've missed you so much." I sign, knowing she understands all languages as well.

"I missed you too Daddy."

"Woah, woah, woah. Hold up. Daddy? You never told me you had a daughter."

I'll explain her being my daughter later so I can explain to everyone at once without having to repeat myself.

"Let's do something fun!" I suggest before feeling something rub against my legs. "Oops, I almost forgot. Elle, this is Homa," I point to the black panther, "and Phantomo." I say pointing to the white.

"Awe! They're so cute!" She squeals. Vlad snickers at the names while Harry looks confused.

"What am I missing?"

"He named the black panther Homa and the white one Phantomo. Homa is how you say human in esperanto. Phantomo is how you say ghost. He named them that because the colors match his hair and eyes in... wait daddy, does he, ya know, know?"

"Yes but I haven't shown him my phantom form yet."

"Oh, I get it. It's like how you told me that when you're a ghost you have white hair and green eyes." I nod.

We spend the rest of the day at a festival that was in the area. We all have a lot of fun and we tell Harry that Vlad is going to adopt him too. He was thrilled and hugged him so tight that he would have suffocated if he actually needed to breathe. When the sun starts to set, we head back to the Order for dinner, as Molly would have had our heads if we missed it.

We walk into the hideout with Elle who has a permanently dropped jaw after seeing how to get in. We walk to the dining room and find the Weasley kids and Hermione setting the table. Everyone looks up to see us and we hear a squeal come from Ginny, Hermione, and Molly when they see my four year old daughter. All three of them rush to her and pull her into a giant group hug, all cooing to her about how cute she is. She reaches her arms towards me.

"Daddy help!" She pleads.

"Sorry kiddo but even I know better than to get in between a girl and something they find adorable." I tell her. The girls release her and turn to me with a glare in their eyes.

"Daniel James Potter! What have you been doing to have a four year old daughter at the age of fourteen?!" Molly shouts at me.

"Look, Danielle is a result of something involving something only the Order knows about. I can't say what it is but please understand that she may be my biological daughter, but I didn't do what you all think I did."

"Yeah I'm his clone!" Elle shouts to help clarify. "Wait, what is the thing they think you did?" Elle asks making my face turn beat red.

"Um, I'll tell you when you're older. Much older. Like thirty years older. Maybe not even then." I write. She pouts while everyone else laughs at my misfortune.