Ghost Hour at Hogwarts

How did I miss that?

Albus Dumbledore was old. Older than most people cared to remember which could be a blessing or a hindrance. He tended to overlook small details he would have immediately noticed in his youth and his body slowly abandoned his mostly perfectly functioning brain and hurt on a daily basis.

He wasn't as fast or agile as he used to be and it showed. He couldn't protect Harry or Cedric in the Tri Wizard Tournament and has trusted the imposter of the man he thought he knew like his own backhand. He couldn't forgive himself for this grave error and in his disappointment he did what he always did when he needed his mind off of something. He left.

This time he went to Godwicks Hollow, the place where Lily, James and their older son Daniel Potter died and Harry Potter his destiny started.

The house was just as he left it almost 15 years ago and so he went to the Potter twins' bedroom. Why, he didn't know, maybe he would find something, anything to make Harry at least a little bit happier.

Dumbledore idly wondered if it had been a good idea to never tell Harry about his twin and to even ask of both Remus and Sirius to keep quiet about it. The boy didn't need to know that he lost another family member that fateful night.

After searching through some cupboards he moved over to the crib and moved it while looking around the room. He sighed once more and shook his head: what was he even doing here? He turned around to leave when he noticed a letter on the ground. Being the curious man he was he bent down and picked it up.

It was an old letter, already yellowish and the writing was almost unreadable. With a quick swish movement with his trusty wand the letter turned white and the writing was once again readable. Dumbledore chuckled slightly. Magic never seized to excite him.

He carefully read the letter and his usually twinkling blue eyes widened in shock. If what he just read is true then Daniel Potter was probably still alive and Lily has had a girl friend she entrusted her baby with?

Dumbledore turned around and apparated, letter in hand, back to Hogsmead to get to Hogwarts.

After carefully evaluating the letter several times he went to his pensive thinking hard. Even if he did not look at memories he liked to stand in front of it to think. Did Lily ever mention this Maddie? Could this be true? It was too good to be true, if he was honest with himself but he had to know for sure. An hour later he travelled to Amity Park, Illinois with a not-so-legal port key just because he can and obviously to show himself that the ministry wasn't yet more powerful than him. He arrived near a park in the centre of the city.

Without further ado he asked the next passers-by if they knew of the whereabouts of the Fentons and if they'd be so kind to point him to their living place. The stranger rolled their eyes in amusement and told the old man with the funny clothes where the Fenton family resided.

"You know, they are strange, the Fentons. The whole lot. However, they are the only ones with anti ghost weapons, so I suppose we have to deal with it." With that the stranger walked on and left a confused Dumbledore.

Albus of course knew of the most haunted city on earth and he knew that ghost hunters all around the world came to visit and tried their luck in capturing these ghosts occasionally. He was however confused that the residents of Amity Park just accepted the supernatural. It made him wonder if they'd be so accepting of wizards and witches as well if they knew?

He shook his head no. It wasn't good to think of such possibilities, they may be accepting but with good comes bad so it's better if everything stays the way it has so far.

After a ten minute walking trip he arrived at what was unmistakably the house of the Fenton family. Whatever the big instalment on top of the house was supposed to be, it definitely defied the natural laws of Physics and yes, the old wizard was quite interested in the muggle subject.