Author's Note: Thank You to my sister for typing and beta-ing this at 1:30 in the morning. I don't own Harry Potter. Now please enjoy the story.

Chapter 1

Dudley Dursley's life was not how he had once imagined it. After almost a year in hiding from a dark wizard he had turned his life around. He went to university and eventually got a job as a pediatrician. There, he met a wonderful woman named Daisy, and they were soon married. She was kind, clever, and had a wonderful sense of humor. She was short, and had light brown hair, which flowed to her waist. After five years of marriage, they had a child, who they named Jessica, and four years later another named Sarah. In the blink of an eye, Jessica was fifteen, and Sarah was eleven. Their lives were fairly ordinary, and it seemed as though the time Dudley had spent affected by magic was far in the past. But one day, about a month after Sarah's eleventh birthday, that changed.

Sarah Heather Dursley had a secret. But the thing was, no one knew about it, not even her. Sarah Dursley was a witch. There had been some signs, but no had caught on, and she had just ignored them. Like when she was two, and the Dursleys went to a petting zoo. The sheep she had been petting lit up like a disco ball, and started flashing the colors of the rainbow. The family simply thought they were being pranked, and after a week of Sarah asking to see the "pretty bright fluffy kitty" again, they forgot about it. Another time, when she was seven, Daisy and Dudley had gone out to dinner, and Jessica had been upstairs reading. Sarah was watching Peter Pan, and decided that she too wanted to fly. She didn't quite manage full-on flying, but she had hovered a few feet off the ground for several minutes. Her parents had come home to a very hyper seven-year-old, yelling about how she flew just like Wendy. They also found a rather annoyed Jessica, complaining about how her sister "hadn't shut up for the past hour and a half, and she had not been able to concentrate on her book, so would you please sent her to bed of make her be quiet." They finally managed to calm her down, happy she had such a wild imagination.

There had been a few other small moments of magic, but no one had ever noticed them as particularly strange, writing them off instead as odd coincidences. So one afternoon, when an owl carrying a letter flew through the house into the living room where the family of four was sitting, everyone was quite surprised. Daisy screamed, and grabbed a pillow. Jessica ran to the corner of the room, and tried to hide behind a lamp. Dudley seemed to be in shock, and Sarah, who loved animals and was particularly good with them, allowed the owl to land on her arm. A small shriek came from behind the lamp. Sarah looked at the owl for a moment, then untied the letter bound to its leg. The owl immediately flew off again, with four pairs of eyes staring after it.

Dudley broke out of his trance. "What?" he murmured to himself, "But, how? Can't be. Not possible." He jumped up and ran out of the room. Jessica and her mother both seemed frozen in place, leaving Sarah to look down at the letter she held in her hands.

"Sarah Heather Dursley

First Bedroom on the Right

Number 15 Chestnut Avenue

Aylesbury"

the front of the letter read. She slowly opened the letter with fumbling hands, and began to read.

She couldn't be a witch, it just wasn't possible. His daughter wasn't a witch. "I'm dreaming," thought Dudley, as he ran out of the living room. He headed straight for the phone book, about to dial a number he had thought he never would. He flipped to the back of the book, and with shaking hands, dialed the number.

The phone rang once, twice, and a third time, until finally a voice said "Hello?"

"Harry," Dudley said, trying and failing to keep the panic from his voice.

Author's Note: I'll try to update soon. I have really enjoyed writing this so far. Please take a minute or two to leave a review. Also a note about Hogwarts letters. They are sent out on July 24, not as many people believe, on your 11th birthday. In the first book, the first Hogwarts letter arrives at Privet Drive seven days before Harry actually gets to open the letter on his birthday (July 31st). Since Hogwarts letters arrive on July 24th, and Sarah turned eleven earlier, she (like most other Hogwarts students) did not receive her letter on her birthday.