Perfectly Normal, Thank You Very Much
Dudley Dursley was, very simply, one of the most average men you could ever meet. He lived in an English suburb in Little Whinging, Surry, at number Four, Privet Drive. He, along with his cousin, had grown up here. He had a beautiful wife, and three children; two girls and a boy. In fact, if one looked at his life at a glance, he wouldn't have stood out at all. There was only one thing on his life people would think un-ordinary… and that would be his cousin, Harry Potter. Harry, as opposed to Dudley, was as unusual to 'normal people' as one could possibly get. Harry Potter was a wizard.
But to Dudley Dursley and his wife, Angela, Harry Potter is just another relative. He and his family usually came around at Easter, and on Christmas, Mr. Dursley packed up his family to visit the one Harry married into: the Weasleys. As for his children, Iantha, Azalea, and Murdoch, they knew nothing of magic. That, however, was a very difficult secret to keep from them. Why? There is only one reason for that; Harry's children and their cousins looked like their magic abilities were coming in just as strong. Weird things kept happening around them.
Yes, their family was only half normal, but Dudley and his cousin had a stronger bond then they used to. But there was one other thing that Mr. Dursley constantly worried about: his daughter, Iantha.
Iantha was the eldest, and, unlike her siblings, took after her mother. Her air was long and fluffily tangled. Her hair was very thick, and she used a black headband in a futile attempt to keep it out of the way. She had bangs, too, and they were in a constant need of a trimming. She was a ginger, and as such, had all of the quirks that came with it. Innumerous freckles covering ivory skin, startlingly bright green eyes, and, what was the other thing?
Oh, yes, I remember now.
Iantha has the ability to perform magic.