Happy holidays everyone! What've you been doing over winter break? Me, I've been reading, (duh) writing, (duh again) watching rewatching the Harry Potter movies, and texting "Happy Christmas Harry!" to all of my friends over and over. Anyways, my oh so wonderful friend, Marie E. Brooke tricked me into writing for a challenge and then entered me in the challenge without my knowing. (Don't worry, I got her back :))So I have been anxiously adding "sandals" into my first version of this story. Anyways, this is for the The Randomly Generated Prompts Challenge and my prompt was "sandals." Read on! While I continue watching the Order of Phoenix.

Dudley Dursley was perfectly normal, thank you very much. And his wife, Julia Dursley was also perfectly normal. With two perfectly normal people, it would only make sense if their child was also perfectly normal. It was common sense.

And that was why Dudley refused to listen to Harry's warning that their child might be magical.

"Look Harry, my parents weren't magical, I'm not magical, neither is Julia, so our child is not going to be magical. I won't allow it," he said firmly.

"Dudley, I'm magical, your aunt was magical, your uncle was magical, and - look, it's not for certain, just keep it in mind that your family was full of magical blood," finished Harry, rubbing his forehead.

"No. No! I won't allow it!" he repeated, his voice now shaking a bit. "I-I'll stamp it out if I have to! Just stay away from me and my family, Harry! Keep your kind away from us!" Dudley yelled. His face was a chalky white now and he was slowly backing away from this - this wizard. Even thinking the word made him shudder.

Harry stared thoughtfully at his cousin for a few seconds and then spoke quietly, almost too quiet to hear. "Is that really what you would do if your child was magical, Dudley? Make him or her feel like an alien? Tell them that they're a monster? Are you going to turn into your parents and abuse your child? Big D?" Harry sighed and turned, walking several steps away from his speechless cousin. "Look Dudley, I know that you're better than Vernon and Petunia. I know that you are, so, don't just follow your parents for everything."

Dudley turned, feeling overwhelmed as memories of his childhood raced through his mind. "I-I can't raise a wizard, Harry. I-I can't!" With those words hanging in the air, he collapsed into a plush armchair. Harry walked over and knelt next to his cowering cousin.

"But you'll have help. We'll always help you, Big D."

Dudley smiled wanly, somewhat soothed by Harry's words. "Yeah. I guess," he managed to croak. "I guess."

She was born in July. July 30. Just a day before her godfather's birthday. She was born on July 30 with a proud father and a tired mother sitting in the hospital, both crying out in joy as their cute little baby was brought into the world. She was soon named Violet, one more flower to add to the family. When her father held her in his steady arms, her bright, crystal-blue eyes pierced his own with a wisdom far older than her age; almost as if she knew what her father had said about her just a few days earlier. How he didn't want her. When her father saw those eyes - those bright blue eyes full of wisdom - he melted and made a promise: No matter what sort of strange species she was, she would always be his little girl.

The next day, when the rude, cranky nurse came to take her away from her father's arms (the nurse who was trying to hit on Dudley), Violet's bright blue eyes flashed, and the nurse was immediately wrapped up in the baby blanket meant for Violet herself. Another flash of her eyes and the poor nurse was sucking on a bottle, happy as could be. A few seconds later, she was reverted to her original state - which was a very surprised nurse. She began to scream, running out the door and down the hall as fast as she could. (Adding in the fact that she was running with a too-small blanket wrapped tight around her ankles, she was slower than a turtle.) Dudley stared at his little girl in shock before giving her a wide smile. He had never liked that flirty nurse anyways.

Julia, who had been watching this scene with a horrified (and slightly amused) look on her face, shook her head as he gathered up the baby in his arms. "So, do you like her?" she asked worriedly.

Dudley pondered on this for a moment. I never said that I couldn't raise a witch. His face split into a wide grin. "She's just darling."

"Bag? Jumper? Owl?" Julia listed off nervously.

"Yes Mum, geez," Violet said hurriedly to her anxious mother.

"Books?"

Violet sighed, "Yes…"

"School robes?"

"Yes…"

"Your lucky socks and Witch Model sandals?"

"Yes - wait, what?!" Violet quickly turned to make sure that no one had heard. "Shush Mother! No one but you know about them!" Fuming, she continued to lecture her mother about the do's and don'ts of raising a preteen witch. First don't: Don't mention embarrassing "lucky" items in a public place.

Dudley observed the two, thoroughly amused at their banter. Violet had become quite the little beauty with her bright blue eyes and her mother's blacker-than-black hair. But then again, Dudley had always thought that she was beautiful, brilliant, smart, kind, and funny. He could be a little too proud of his little girl.

"All right then, Violet, your mother and I are going to miss you, but I want to make a few things clear," Dudley started off gruffly, "first, beware of the boys-ooff!" he exclaimed as he was cut off by a fierce hug from his daughter.

"I'm going to miss you Daddy, I'm really going to miss you," she whispered into his shoulder. Dudley's eyes widened and melted just like when he first saw her.

"I'm going to miss you too sweet-pea. I'm really going to miss you," he whispered into the brisk air before straightening up and wiping his eyes. "Hey, now don't cry, I can't stand it when you cry," he reassured his daughter, despite the fact that he was the one wiping furiously at his eyes. "Now, we're going to write to you every day until you don't want us to. Okay? Good. Now, send us a list with anything that you want and we'll send it to you as soon as we get it. Don't cry honey-bunch, don't cry." With that, Violet looked earnestly into the soft eyes of her father and smiled. Around that time, the shrill whistle of the train broke both father and daughter out of their little bubble. "Go on, go with Rose and Lily," Dudley said roughly, holding in his tears. Violet slowly turned and began to walk towards her cousin and friend. Suddenly, she froze, turned around, and sprinted back into her father's arms.

"I love you," she said, regarding him with an air of seriousness that sent a chill down Dudley's back. Her eyes, instead of being crystal clear like the sky, were full of something far beyond her years.

The moment passed and Violet was lugging her trunk into the train. She waved at him, jumping into the train just as it began to move, spewing smoke into the air, until it became a mere speck in the horizon.

Dudley stood there, staring at the now-empty platform, until Harry walked over and clapped him on the shoulder. "She'll be all right Dudders, don't worry," Harry assured him. Dudley glanced fleetingly at his cousin before turning his gaze back on the train tracks.

"Of course she's going to be fine. She's my little witch."

And there we go! Please review and let me know if I should make this a MC or keep it a one-shot. If you want me to make it a MC then can you please give me ideas for the next chapter? Thanks! *Yawns* Well, I should go to bed, my birthday's tomorrow! *Dramatically* Goodbye Fanfiction!