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CHAPTER ONE: THE FLOWERS
Dudley Dursley was a happy man. He and his cousin Harry finally had a positive relationship, and he was happily married to beautiful Evangeline, and their daughter, Poppy, was the happiest, cutest girl he had ever seen. Of course, being her father, Dudley may have been a little biased.
His family didn't know that Harry was a wizard. They had both decided it was for the best to keep it a secret, and so far things were moving along great.
Harry, Ginny, and their three children came around once a week for Sunday Roast, and they all celebrated Easter and Christmas together, but never at the Potters', because there was no way to hide the fact that they were magical at their place.
Harry was also very happy to finally have a relationship with his cousin. After the war, one of the first things he had done was go to find the Dursleys, and make sure they were alright. Dudley was the only one glad to see Harry alive, despite his many injuries. He had begged Harry to return to Private Drive to recover, but Vernon had put his foot down, refusing to allow Harry back into the house. So Dudley had followed Harry back to Grimmauld Place for a couple of weeks, where he learnt more about Harry and the magical world than he ever thought possible, such as that magic was unpredictable and could pop up in any family, at any time.
So it came as no surprise to Dudley when, at the age of ten, Poppy made the dried flowers that Evangeline insisted on keeping in the living room suddenly bloom and float around the room.
Of course, this was very unexpected to Evangeline, and she reacted badly. Very badly.
'What is wrong with her?' She screamed, when she came into the room and saw Poppy pointing at the floating flowers and making them change colours.
'There's nothing wrong with her, she's a witch.' Dudley replied, crossing the room to try to calm his wife down. 'My cousin Harry is a wizard, so was his mother, Lily. Harry warned me this could happen, but there's nothing wrong with Poppy, I promise, she just has a gift.'
'A gift? Look at her! She's a little freak!'
'Mummy, what's wrong, don't you like my flowers? Here, this one is for you.' Poppy pointed at a blue rose, and made it float towards her mother.
Evangeline screamed, and ran from the room.
'Daddy, why is Mummy scared of me? Am I really a freak?' Poppy cried as all the floating flowers turned brown again and fell to the floor.
Dudley quickly crossed the room again and took Poppy into his arms.
'Don't cry sweetie, you're not a freak. You're a witch. And there's nothing wrong with that. Your Uncle Harry is a wizard, and your Auntie Ginny is also a witch. Listen, how about we go and visit them, and they can explain things to you and Mummy, what do you think sweetie?'
'Okay Daddy,' Poppy sniffed, wiping her eyes with her sleeve. 'Let's go see Uncle Harry and Auntie Ginny.'
'Alright honey, you wait here, and I'll go get your mother, alright? Don't worry, she'll come round sweetie.'
'Alright Daddy.'
Dudley gave his daughter one last hug, and went to find Evangeline. He found her in the bedroom, packing her clothes into a suitcase.
'What are you doing?' he asked, standing in the doorway.
'What does it look like I'm doing?' Evangeline screeched at him. 'I'm leaving! I can't stay here with that little freak, and you! You are to blame for this! How could you have not told me this before we were married?' she threw the last of her clothes into her suitcase, slammed it shut and pushed past a shocked Dudley into the hallway.
'Mummy, where are you going? Don't you want to come to Uncle Harry's place with us?' Poppy asked her mother.
'Get out of my way you little freak, don't touch me!'
Dudley came running down the hall, and pulled Poppy into his arms as Evangeline slammed the door shut behind her, yelling that she would send her lawyer round with papers as soon as she could.
'It'll be okay sweetie, don't cry, everything will be fine, I promise, shh, don't cry.' Dudley held Poppy as she cried, and wished he knew how to make everything better.