"Why do you reckon Professor Dumbledore wants to talk with us?" Asked Harry as he and Danny went to Headmaster's office. The last one shrugged.

"No clue"

They said the password, knocked on the door, then entered the room after hearing soft 'come in'. Dumbledore was sitting at his desk, looking at them over his moon spectacles. 

"Sit down, please," he said, gesturing to the armchairs in front of him. They did as was told, "you are undoubtedly wondering why you are here. I wanted to apologize to you, Harry," they blinked in surprise.

"Don't you remember asking me, as you lay in the hospital wing during your first year, why Voldemort had tried to kill you when you were a baby?"

Harry nodded.

"Ought I to have told you then?"

Harry stared into the blue eyes and said nothing, but his heart was racing.

"You do not see the flaw in the plan yet? No ... perhaps not. Well, as you know, I decided not to answer you. Eleven, I told myself, was much too young to know. I had never intended to tell you when you were eleven. The knowledge would be too much at such a young age"

"I should have recognised the danger signs then. I should have asked myself why I did not feel more disturbed that you had already asked me the question to which I knew, one day, I must give a terrible answer. I should have recognised that I was too happy to think that I did not have to do it on that particular day ... you were too young, much too young"

"And so we entered your second year at Hogwarts. And once again you met challenges even grown wizards have never faced; once again you acquitted yourself beyond my wildest dreams. You did not ask me again, however, why Voldemort had left that mark on you. We discussed your scar, oh yes ... we came very, very close to the subject. Why did I not tell you everything?"

"Well, it seemed to me that twelve was, after all, hardly better than eleven to receive such information. I allowed you to leave my presence, bloodstained, exhausted but exhilarated, and if I felt a twinge of unease that I ought, perhaps, to have told you then, it was swiftly silenced. You were still so young, you see, and I could not find it in myself to spoil that night of triumph ...

"Do you see, Harry? Do you see the flaw in my brilliant plan now? I had fallen into the trap I had foreseen, that I had told myself I could avoid, that I must avoid"

"I don't..."

"I cared about you too much," said Dumbledore simply, "I cared more for your happiness than your knowing the truth, more for your peace of mind than my plan, more for your life than the lives that might be lost if the plan failed. In other words, I acted exactly as Voldemort expects we fools who love to act"

"Is there a defence? I defy anyone who has watched you as I have, and I have watched you more closely than you can have imagined, not to want to save you more pain than you had already suffered. What did I care if numbers of nameless and faceless people and creatures were slaughtered in the vague future, if in the here and now you were alive, and well, and happy? I never dreamed that I would have such a person on my hands"

"We entered your third year. I watched from afar as you struggled to repel dementors, as you found Sirius, learned what he was and rescued him. Was I to tell you then, at the moment when you had triumphantly snatched your godfather from the jaws of the Ministry? But now, at the age of thirteen, my excuses were running out. Young you might be, but you had proved you were exceptional. My conscience was uneasy, Harry. I knew the time must come soon ..."

"But you came out of the maze last year, having watched Cedric Diggory die, having escaped death so narrowly yourself ... and I did not tell you, though I knew, now Voldemort had returned, I must do it soon. And now, tonight, I know you have long been ready for the knowledge I have kept from you for so long, because you have proved that I should have placed the burden upon you before this. My only defence is this: I have watched you struggling under more burdens than any student who has ever passed through this school and I could not bring myself to add another-the greatest one of all"

Harry waited, but Dumbledore did not speak.

"I still don't understand"

"Voldemort tried to kill you when you were a child because of a prophecy made shortly before your birth. He knew the prophecy had been made, though he did not know its full contents. He set out to kill you when you were still a baby, believing he was fulfilling the terms of the prophecy. He discovered, to his cost, that he was mistaken, when the curse intended to kill you backfired. And so, since his return to his body, and particularly since your extraordinary escape from him last year, he has been determined to hear that prophecy in its entirety. This is the weapon he has been seeking so assiduously since his return: the knowledge of how to destroy you"

"But I heard the prophecy, when it was told. I remember it as if it was yesterday. ' The one with the power to vanquish the Dark Lord approaches ... born to those who have thrice defied him, born as the seventh month dies ... and the Dark Lord will mark him as his equal, but he will have power the Dark Lord knows not ... and either must die for neither can live while the other survives ... the one with the power to vanquish the Dark Lord will be born as the seventh month dies ...'"

"But it was Danny, who..."

"I might have an explanation," Phantom interrupted, "even the most gifted Seers see only one possible outcome. Actually, there are some unchanging things, such as the part '...and either must die for neither can live while the other survives'. You should have died in order to defeat Voldemort. Only my Dad can see all possibilities. I once asked him, what will be if it wasn't for my intervention," he had a grim look on his face.

"And what will be?" Harry asked.

"It results in many things. During your next year, Albus would die," Danny said, others' eyes widened in shock, "then, Harry, Ron and Hermione would go into hiding, because Voldemort's puppet would become a Minister, taking over the control. You would go through many things, you would even rob Gringotts to get Horcrux"

"Everything would end in the Battle of Hogwarts, where two sides, each counting more than hundred members, will fight. Many would die, Remus, Tonks," he continued with sad tone, "Alastor would die long before. Fred would die in the battle"

"And...how would I die?" Asked Dumblesore.

"Do you remember Gaunt's ring? It was cursed, you were dying from it slowly. You decided to get anything good from it. When you were ambushed by Death Eaters, Snape was the one to finish you, earning Voldemort's full trust"

For a long time, neither of them spoke. Somewhere far beyond the office walls, they could hear the sound of voices, students heading down to the Great Hall for an early breakfast, perhaps.

-Later-

It was indeed breakfast, when Danny and Harry went into Great Hall. Phantom was currently telling his friend about his battle.

"...then I wailed on top of my lungs and he was sent flying!" He laughed.

Students looked at him, some in fear, some in curiosity. They read the newspaper, they now know what he is, so Danny didn't need to hide tail anymore, what a joy.

"And how powerful it was?" Asked Luna, coming closer, "we heard it all the way to the Death Chamber"

"It was just a fraction, last time I checked it could take down a city block," more people looked at him with fear.

"Nice," was everything she said.

"Oh, almost forgot. Here, take this," Danny gave her some pictures, "I made a duplicate, who was taking photos during battle. Give them to your father"

"Thank you," Luna responded, "are you going to return to your world now, when Voldemort is gone?" She asked, sadly.

"Well, I still have to finish education," Danny answered, winking. She gave him a kiss on a cheek and he grinned stupidly yet again.

-Lateer-

"Now comes the most interesting part," said Danny, walking alongside Harry on Privet Drive.

"Why didn't Sirius come with us?" He asked.

"He is still wanted among muggles, besides, we don't want him to blast Dursleys in the face, right?" Phantom said, twirling his cane.

"Maybe you don't"

They came to Number 4. The whole point of visit was to take Harry's belongings and move them to Grimmauld Place. Danny tagged along because he was bored. Plus anyone needed to transport them. Number 4 was just like every house on the street, brick two story building.

"Neat," Danny said, referring to the accurate lawn. They came to the door and he pressed the doorbell button. They heard stomping of the feet on the other side. Some time later the door was opened by tall and thin woman, Phantom was reminded about horse, somewhat. She threw Harry a nasty look.

"Oh, it's you," she said, her look then fell on Danny, "and who is that, one of your dirty friends?"

"Actually, Mrs. Dursley, I have a shower everyday," he said, flashing fanged smirk. Petunia flinched, also noticing pointy ears, "worry not, we aren't here for long," Danny added as the two walked into living room. There was a very fat man, with almost unrecognizable neck, he was reading the newspaper. He looked over the newspaper on them.

"Who the hell are you?" He shouted.

"Daniel Phantom. Harry, go pack your things, I'll wait here"

"What do you mean?" Vernon asked, as Harry went upstairs and Danny dropped on an armchair.

"Harry is moving to his godfather," he answered.

"This pest has a godfather?" Phantom narrowed his opened eye.

"Yes, and from what I heard...and saw, Sirius is million times more noble than you"

"How dare..." Danny pointed the end of his cane at Petunia.

"You better watch your mouth, unlike Harry, I'm allowed to jinx you into next week," she stumbled back a few steps, "not to mention my other abilities," Phantom snapped his fingers and fireplace burst into green fire, much to Dursleys' surprise.

"What the hell are you?!" Danny laughed.

"Try to guess, I have pointed ears, fangs, there is an arrowed tail hidden under my shirt..." he smiled evilly at their terrified faces, Phantom leaned closer, "not to mention, that I'm the ruler of my world"

Everyone heard loud cough and turned to Harry, who was carrying a trunk. Danny raised an eyebrow.

"Is that all?"

"Yeah," Danny looked at Dursleys, who shrunk in their seats under this stare.

"Alright, let's go," he got up, "Keep in mind, that I'm looking for you, Vernon and Petunia. One bad word to someone about Harry, I may possess your accomplices and you can say farewell to your little company"

-Laater-

Dolores woke up in Hogwarts Hospital wing, rubbing her head, where Phantom punched her. Merlin, she hates this kid. Wait before she will report...

Her eyes fell on the newspaper, lying on the bed side. To Dolores' horror she saw Danny, smiling widely at her from the front page. It only intensified after reading an article.

HE WHO MUST NOT BE NAMED RETURNS
"In a brief statement on Friday night, Minister for Magic Cornelius Fudge confirmed that He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named has returned to this country and was once more active.

'"It is with great regret that I must confirm that the wizard styling himself Lord...well, you know who I mean...was alive and among us again," said Fudge, looking tired and flustered as he addressed reporters.

"The Minister's statement was met with dismay and alarm from the wizarding community, which as recently as last Wednesday was receiving Ministry assurances that there was "no truth whatsoever in these persistent rumours that You-Know-Who was operating amongst us once more"

"Details of the events that led to the Ministry turnaround are still hazy, though it is believed that He Who Must Not Be Named and a select band of followers (known as Death Eaters) gained entry to the Ministry of Magic itself on Thursday evening"

"Albus Dumbledore, newly reinstated Headmaster of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, reinstated member of the International Confederation of Wizards and reinstated Chief Warlock of the Wizengamot, has so far been unavailable for comment. He has insisted over the past year that You-Know-Who is not dead, as was widely hoped and believed, but is recruiting followers once more for afresh attempt to seize power"

"However, Dark Lord's attempt to gain power were stopped by group of students, led by Harry Potter. The group consisted: Hermione Granger, Ronald and Ginerva Weasley, Neville Longbottom, Luna Lovegood and Daniel Work"

"The last one was fighting against Dark Lord in a duel. Surprising attempt led to the more surprising results. Daniel has won the battle, destroying the most feared dark wizard in history. It also revealed Work's heritage. Daniel shared the information, that he is half-demon and his display of power destroyed most of the Ministry Entrance Hall..."

"He demanded to represent rights of all half breeds, saying that his royal status allows him to. Another demand was to fire Dolores Jane Umbridge, former Headmistress and High Inquisitor of Hogwarts. Minister accepted both demands"

Dolores fainted, falling back on soft pillows.

A.N. Aaand the story is finished, folks. It was interesting to write, to say the least. I'm starting a new one immediately! PJ and DP crossover awaits!