Hello!

I introduce you to my very first English fanfic. This is from Harry Potter fandom, a magic place in fandom world I have never been able to abandon, even now that I'm getting older. It was almost twenty years ago when I read Harry Potter for the first time and now I'm doing it again, from the Philosopher Stone, but in English this time. Listening to the audiobooks make me remember everything one day I lived with Harry, Ron, and Hermione, and makes me want to write about Hogwarts again.

I also want to read a prompt I once discover on Tumblr about Dudley's daughters. I do not know who was the genius who thought about that, but s/he made the best epilogue ever. So good I decide it's canon. So canon I was dying realizing that nobody would write about it and I could not read it. So I take that prompt, combining with some of my crazy ideas, and voila: write this fanfic.

I do not know how long it takes me to write and complete. They are going to be short since Iñm still studying English so I do not want to deal with complex English syntax.

I also make a disclaimer for J. and the awesome person who loves Petunia enough to give a closure for her story with Lily, the Potters, and Hogwarts. Thank you very much for the ideas and the inspiration.

And thank you to you, dear reader, and welcome back to Hogwarts!

A New Brave World

"I can't believe these people never learn!" Harry grumbled from the back of the room.

"What I can't believe is that you're still reading the Daily Prophet" Ginny Potter, his wife, answered while she was searching for balls in the Quidditch trunk.

"I just wanted to see if they had written something about the Muggle Studies Conference. Hermione spent lots of nights preparing it, and I feel bad we couldn't go" Harry explained.

"I know. It was a pity it was the same day as the final Quidditch match" Ginny smiled sadly "But at least we won!"

"It reminded me of the World Quidditch Championship we went to when we were at Hogwarts. Although it was far more peaceful than that one" Harry said.

"Indeed. Oh, finally!" Ginny exclaimed as she took a little toyish Golden Snitch.

She turned back and looked at her husband. Harry's face looked exhausted as he had spent the whole day cleaning the house without magic. Ginny did not understand why he kept doing it that way, but whenever she asked, Harry shrugged his shoulders and replied that it made him stop thinking. The first times she almost answered that flying was much better for that, but when the Potter's family grew to five members, both realized that playing Quidditch wasn't going to keep the house clean. Of course they didn't even think about the possibility of getting a house-elf, not only because Hermione would kill them, but because Harry never forgot the hard life his friend Dobby had once. He got so sad when the memory of Dobby came up that Ginny was still surprised that her second child's name was not Dobby. On the other hand she was outraged at the fact that her Albus shared the title with the despicable and twisted potions teacher she got at school, but she preferred not to argue, until the third kid was born and she told Harry that now she was going to choose the names.

"I'm going to practice some Quidditch moves with James and Albus. Do you want to come?" Ginny invited him.

"Sure" Harry agreed, and he got up from the armchair and walked with Ginny towards the garden "Where is Lily, by the way?"

"Oh, she's upstairs," Ginny said "she's anxious about her letter of Hogwarts since it should arrive soon."

Harry, Ginny and their sons went outside and greeted the sunny day. The Scottish sky was blue and cloudless. A warm breeze caressed the trees and made them rustle their leaves as if they were saying goodbye. It was the last day of a summer and this year was the first September that Harry and Ginny were going to come back from work to find their house empty. He might find some time to help his friends learn how to ride a bike since Hermione was never allowed to use it and Ron was amazed just by the idea. He might travel with Ginny and see her Quidditch matches when she plays outside, or teach Mr. Weasley how to use the Underground without raising suspicions from Muggles.

"Or you might help Hermione design the new program to make Muggle world understandable and close" Harry reminded himself.

Almost a decade after the Second Voldemort War some people from the Ministry of Magic had thought a plan to avoid the pureblood-mudblood conflict arising again among witches and wizards. They had begun with some conferences about the importance of knowing muggles' traditions and the history both muggles and wizards shared. Hermione was also entrusted to design, with Minerva McGonagall, no longer a Professor but the Headmaster of Hogwarts, a way to transform Muggle Studies into a practical subject where students might leave Hogwarts for a week and survive in the muggle world with the only help of their knowledge.

"We were thinking of trying first with some students' parents." Hermione explained Harry and Ron one day when the three of them went to The Three Broomsticks "Volunteers will test the experience and then it is going to grow up bit by bit.

"I'd love to see Malfoy and the rest of his snob housemates trying to get a muggle driving license" Ron affirmed.

"As you did, you mean?" Hermione asked him, and Ron's face got scarlet red.

"I wasn't bad at all" Ron defended himself "Oh, well, it could be worse".

"Worse than the time we went to the Isle of Man?" Hermione asked him with a smile.

"That road was crowded. Full of sheeps!" Ron moaned "What was I supposed to do with them?

"Well, I had to admit that seeing Malfoy dealing with a phone or the Underground has to be funny," Harry said to defend Ron.

Hermione couldn't help but smile with a very suspicious expression. Ron and Harry looked amused for a moment and asked her for more information.

"I can't tell you anything," Hermione apologized "at least not now. But I promise I'll share all the details with you when the paperwork is done, signed and approved. Deal?

Harry and Ron nodded and promised to help her with anything she needed. Harry decided to prove himself as a teacher with Ron and Arthur to evaluate how difficult it could be for a wizard to learn some basic skills of the muggle world.

"Dad! Dad! Look at that!" a voice brought Harry back to his garden

Harry raised his head and looked for the voice's source. A little redhair head was running into him.

"What's going on, honey?" Harry asked his youngest kid.

"Look at that, dad!" Lily pointed at the sky.

A big brown owl was heading to them. The closer it came, the bigger its silhouette got, but only Harry and Lily seemed to see it. The rest of the Potter family was focused on the game. Harry looked up and saw James throwing a Quaffle at his brother. However, the ball hit the owl, that got very mad and forgot, for a moment, its mission. It changed the course of its flying, began chasing James Potter and bit his back. After the surprise Ginny caught the owl and tried to calm it down. Only when it was fed and happy to return, the bird left the letter.

"Was it from Hogwarts?" James asked when the owl had already left.

"Yeah," Albus answered reading the letter over his sister's shoulder "but it is not the admission one."

He took the envelope from the table and turned it around. The mail address was right, but the message said something Harry never expected that it could happen to him.

"Who are the Dursley, dad?" Lily asked Harry in a soft voice.

"They are…" Harry doubted because calling the Dursley a family sounded very generous and inaccurate "some relatives of mine.

"Your…big cousin?" Ginny asked curiously.

Harry nodded and took the letter from Lily's fingers. Minerva McGonagall, who, Harry knew, had also known his uncle and aunt, had written him a message from his cousin. Harry had not contacted Dudley after his seventeenth birthday. He almost forgot about him, but the few moments he wondered what was going on with him, he found himself with no way to contact him.

"It seems like Dudley has two daughters and one of them is going to Hogwarts with you, Lily" Harry said without even believing it. "And he wants us to pick up his daughter and go to Diagon Alley with her."

"Why didn't he go with his own daughter?" Ginny asked, annoyed.

Harry wanted to explain to her how disgusted the Dursleys felt about anything magic related, but he thought twice. It would not be nice if their kids got that first impression from his niece and, even when Harry did not know anything about her, he knew how terrifying it could be entering the magic world without knowing anyone or anything at all.

"Do you mind?" Harry asked Ginny, and she smiled.

"You can meet with her in London, and we'll wait for you in the Leaky Cauldron." Ginny suggested "I think it would be easier if she goes on foot rather than using Floo Network, don't you think?

"Definitely" Harry laughed as he remembered his first Floo trip.

He wanted to add something else, but he was interrupted by three precious owls that entered the house and left three envelopes with Hogwarts' stamp on them.

"Finally!" Lily cheered "I'm going to Hogwarts!".