Hey everyone,

thanks for considering this little story readable, even though the summary is pretty crappy.

Well, I'm also still looking for a beta reader, so if you're interested – just send me a message. I'd be really grateful if somebody would take that job because English is not my first language and I'm somewhat afraid to make mistakes that will make native speakers want to bang their heads against the wall … or something equally painful.

Anyway, this might not be my first fanfiction in general, however, it's my first fic in the Harry Potter Universe. So if you find any mistakes – tell me. I want to make this as good as possible, so I'm always thankful for help :)

This is the story of Blossom Fiona Dursley – Dudley's twin sister that has absolutely nothing in common with the rest of her muggle family. Including the fact that she belongs in the wizarding world – just like her cousin Harry.

Eventually, this will become a Fred Weasley / OC story, but not all too soon. But you have been warned ;) In case you were wondering what to expect of Fiona in the looks department (being Dudley's twin and all) they are non-identical twins. I don't want to make my OC suffer, after all. While writing, I imagined Molly C. Quinn as Fiona (once they reach the teens).

Rated T for later chapters.

Since I'm obsessed with music, prepare yourself for songs mentioned and lyrics inserted in the chapters.

Sadly, I own nothing, except Fiona of course. But everything else belongs to the genius that is J.K. Rowling.

The song lyrics are from Melody Gardot's "If the Stars Were Mine".

But now on with the story! Enjoy!

Chapter One: If the Stars Were Mine

"Duddy, Blossom-honey, wake up! It's your birthday!"

Now eleven-year old Blossom Fiona Dursley groaned when she heard her mother call for her. How many more times would she have to tell her that she hated that name and wanted to be called Fiona? Was it really that hard to understand?

She pushed her covers off and slowly got out of bed. While Fiona was still rubbing the sleep out of her eyes, she already heard something that resembled a stampede of elephants – no doubt her twin brother Dudley running downstairs because he couldn't wait to open his birthday presents.

Fiona sighed. She had nothing in common with her twin. Not that she minded. Nobody believed that they were actually twins. While Dudley lacked a neck and his height and width were nearly the same, Fiona was blessed with a slender built. Her long hair nearly reached her elbows and fell down her back in slight waves, curling at the end. But what stood out most was the bright red color. Her grandma Evans had had red hair, her deceased aunt Lily – and now Fiona.

"Blossom, darling, are you up?"

Another sigh came out of the ginger haired girl.

"I'm coming, mum," she answered while stepping into her slippers to go downstairs and get the inevitable over with.

She didn't even manage to get to the living room. When she reached the bottom of the stairs, she was engulfed in a bone-crushing hug from her mother that made it difficult for Fiona to breathe.

"Happy birthday, my sweet babygirl!" Petunia gushed and Fiona couldn't resist the urge to roll her eyes.

"Thanks, mum," Fiona managed to get out. She took a deep breath when Petunia finally released her again. "Where's Dudley?"

Her question was answered when she heard shouting from the living room. "That's the wrong colour! I wanted a blue skateboard!"

The girl bit her bottom lip to keep herself from laughing. What would her brother possibly need a skateboard for? He barely moved unless he really had to as it was. Special occasions that involved presents were a different story, of course.

"Why don't you go in there and open your presents, darling?" Petunia all but pushed Fiona into the living room. It wasn't hard to tell which presents were hers. After all, they were wrapped in screaming pink paper that made Fionas eyes hurt.

When she saw the pile of presents, her stomach clenched. She didn't want all this stuff, she already knew that. While her brother might be happy to be showered with gifts, Fiona would rather like only one present that actually meant something. Without even opening one present, she already knew what was inside. Clothes, dolls, stuffed animals and a whole load of more useless stuff.

The small girl sat down and started opening her present. She faked a smile with every useless item she unwrapped, not wanting to disappoint her parents who were watching her and Dudley eagerly. Her cheeks hurt from smiling when she was finally finished and it was time for breakfast.

Once Fiona entered the kitchen, she lost her appetite. Her cousin Harry had been slaving away in the kitchen while she sat in the living room, unwrapping presents she didn't even want. And now, her mother, his aunt, had the nerve to criticise him for not working fast enough? At that moment, eleven-year old Blossom Fiona Dursley felt ashamed for her mother.

I would never let the sun forget to shine upon your face
so when others would have rain clouds you'd have only sunny days
If the stars were mine
I'd tell you what I'd do
I'd put the stars right in a jar and give 'em all to you

Fiona had always felt closer to Harry than to Dudley. Her brother was loud, obnoxious, rude, arrogant and ungrateful. In other words: just like her father, as much as Fiona hated to admit that. Harry was shy and gentle. She always felt loved and cared for when she spent time with her cousin, a feeling that was never there when Dudley was around.

After breakfast was over and Dudley had a fit that there weren't enough presents, her parents left with him to buy Dudley even more stuff. He was already spoiled rotten, but neither Petunia nor Vernon Dursley seemed to care. Fiona already knew that it would also result in another doll for herself, so she wouldn't feel left out. Like she needed any more. Her room looked like a doll museum as it was.

"Here, let me help," she said when Harry started to clean the dishes.

"No, don't. It's your birthday. Aunt Petunia would lock me in the cupboard if she found out that you helped," Harry denied, shaking his head.

"Well, I'm not going to tell her. And unless you do, she won't find out. Now give me that dish towel," Fiona replied and snatched the piece of cloth out of her cousins hands before he could say another word.

Fiona had no idea that the same morning, her father had burned a letter addressed to her from a school called Hogwarts. And it wasn't until a month later in a small cottage on a rock in the middle of the sea that she finally got a copy of that letter from a huge man that introduced himself to Harry and her as Rubeus Hagrid.

That day, Fiona got her real birthday present: seeing her twin with the pig's tail he had lacked for eleven years. Seeing her cousin getting a cake for the first time for his birthday only made that night even better.

She was caught in a trance, dreaming about that school that taught magic that she was supposed to attend – until she heard her father bellow how he wouldn't pay for this nonsense. Fiona's eyes grew wide.

"Daddy! Please! I want to go to Hogwarts!" She pleaded.

"There is no such thing as magic!" He snarled, his face a deep scarlet red.

"Then how do you explain Dudley's newest addition? Daddy, please!" Fiona had never asked for anything before. She had been given countless things, but this, going to Hogwarts, was something she really wanted.

"Vernon," Petunia whimpered while pulling a howling Dudley close to her chest. "You … you can't keep her from going. There's no way to avoid this."

Fiona looked at her mother like she had just seen her for the first time. Petunia Dursley, the voice of reason? That was certainly new.

Vernon Dursley threw a nasty glare at his daughter, nephew and Hagrid before leaving the room, making sure to slam the door behind him, which made Fiona jump. She had never seen her father this mad before and it scared her.

*I would never let the sun forget to shine upon your face*

The next day, Hagrid took Harry and Fiona to Diagon Alley. The girl was too preoccupied with taking in her surroundings to listen to the conversation going on next to her. This place was incredible. People in robes bustled along, she could hear laughing as well as the hooting of owls from a shop they passed.

"Fiona?"

She was brought back to reality when Harry addressed her.

"Sorry, did you say something? I was ..."

"Staring off into space, I noticed. I asked if Uncle Vernon gave you any money before we left."

Fiona shook her head. "No. He refused to support … well, this. Mum gave me a few pounds, though."

"They ain't of no use here. We need ter get yeh ter Gringotts ter change that muggle money," Hagrid said.

"What's Gringotts?" Fiona asked, but then a tall, white building caught her eye. Obviously, Gringotts was a bank. For wizards.

*I'd put the stars right in a jar and give 'em all to you*

"Harry, no! I can't let you do that!" Fiona shook her head and sent her red hair flying. She couldn't believe that her cousin wanted to buy her a pet owl.

It was their last stop in Diagon Alley. Getting her wand had definitely creeped Fiona out. Or maybe it was just the owner of that shop, Mister Ollivander. After trying several wands, he had given her the right one – for her, that was. Now she called a wand made of rosewood her own. Ten inches, unicorn hair core. Getting pinched a couple of times while getting her robes had been a piece of cake in comparison.

"Please. I never gave you anything for your birthday. I want to make it up! Now that I finally can."

Fiona shook her head again. "No, Harry. Who would I write to, anyway? It's not like I know any wizards except you. And I doubt that mum and dad would like me to send them any mail via owl."

"You'll make friends in Hogwarts. Friends who are wizards. You'll want to write them. Now come on, pick one, or I'll have to choose for you." Harry made it clear that he wouldn't argue about this topic. He was set to give his cousin a gift.

Fiona had always been the only one that hadn't made him feel left out. Like he actually belonged somewhere. Had some family left, even though his parents were dead. And he'd be forever grateful for that. Buying her an owl after discovering that he had a vault full of gold at Gringotts was the least he could do.

"Fine. But for the protocol: You don't need to buy me anything, Harry," she sighed, admitting defeat. After that, she started looking around Eeylops Owl Emporium. Fiona stopped in front of a Striped Owl that looked at her curiously, it's head turned nearly 90 degrees to the left. It had large ear tufts and a brownish-white facial disk with a black frame that made the white colour stand out even more. Its upper parts were cinnamon with heavy black stripes, while its underparts were a pale tawny colour with dusky streaks. Another, slightly bigger Striped Owl was sitting in the cage next to it, however, this one still stared right at Fiona.

"Harry? I found my owl," she said, not looking away from the bird inside the cage in front of her.

After paying for the animal and Harry getting his own owl as a present from Hagrid, they walked out of Eeylops.

"So, what are you going to call her?" Harry asked, making sure no to shake his owl Hedwig too much as they walked.

"I don't know. What about … Juliet? Wait, too random. Neko? No ..." Fiona paused, thinking. Finally, a smile spread across her face, lightening up her blue eyes. "I've got it. Joy."

The owl hooted as if agreeing to its new name. Fiona took it as a sign and nodded. "The owl has spoken. Joy it is, then."

So, that was the first chapter. Good, bad? Please tell me!