Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter, although I wish I did.
A/N: This takes place in the very, very far HP future, probably after Harry graduates, and eleven or so years after that. All actual book history events go from Sorcerer's Stone to Order of the Phoenix.
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Chapter One
Attack of the Giant Crabs
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Mr. and Mrs. Dursley of Privet Drive were proud to say they were still normal, thank you very much. Even though their son, Dudley, had moved away (and gratefully their burden Harry), they still had one child to raise. Her name was Amelia Brianna Courtney Dursley, her initials being A.B.C.D, and was their newest pride and joy. Next month, she would be attending a prestigious boarding school in Venice, Italy, not on a scholarship, but by full tuition. That made Mr. Dursley very proud of that, for he could say that he could support his whole family, even though he was retired. Today was a special night, for tonight their grown-up son, Dudley was coming for a visit.
Dudley was a bit short, due to the weight problem he had when he was younger and it stopped his growth. Then, he had slowly lost fat, until he was entirely healthy. But, on the mantelpiece there were still pictures of him on his first bike ride, playing on the computer, and newer pictures of him graduating and working out. Along with that were pictures of Amelia, but no pictures other than that.
"He's here, he's here!" Mrs. Dursley said cheerily. Amelia sighed, she simply hated Dudley, and he was so . . . so . . . obnoxious. "Amelia, dearest, open the door."
Amelia rolled her eyes and tugged on the ridiculous puffy bright pink dress Mrs. Dursley had forced onto her, she hated it. Sometimes, Amelia wished she were far away from them . . . maybe in the air. Far up in the air, on a broomstick . . . no, a bird. A big, giant bird that could bite the rest of the Dursley's heads off. Sighing, she pulled open the door, and with a tiny shriek she was engulfed in the middle of a family hug.
Dudley was hugging her so hard, she could've sworn her circulation was cut off. But she knew she had lost any source of air when Mr. and Mrs. Dursley surrounded her on either side, spit dripping on her head from all of Mrs. Dursley's big kisses she kept planting on Dudley's forehead.
"Oh, I've missed you so much Duddykins!" Mrs. Dursley gushed, planting more kisses on him.
"Mum!" Dudley said. "Mum, get off!" Mrs. Dursley looked hurt, but pulled away anyway. "Hello, little sister," he said, patting Amelia on the head and squashing her hair. "You've grown so much!" and pulling her into another hug and squashed a one hundred pound note into her hand. "Not a word to Mum," he whispered in her ear. Then, he turned to Mr. and Mrs. Dursley, "So we're up to dinner, right?"
"Oh, yes," Mr. Dursley said. "Top restaurant, newly opened," and opening the door again, they headed out side.
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"Name?" the hostess, asked when they had reached the restaurant.
"Dursley," Mr. Dursley said.
"Party of four?" she asked again.
"Yes," Mr. Dursley said.
"Top seats tonight, sir," she said, grabbing some menus and walking them to a tiny dinner table with four seats. "Here are your menus, if you need any help just ring," she pointed at the bell on one end of the table, and walked away.
"Beautiful!" Mrs. Dursley gushed. Above them, the ceiling was entirely glass, just one pane. "I just love the view."
Amelia looked up at the starlit sky for a few seconds then became absorbed in the menu, scanning it for anything that was in English. Unlike the rest of the Dursley family, she hadn't bothered to learn any second language, while the rest had learned French. The menu looked entirely French, too.
"I'll be having the crab," Dudley announced.
"Where's the crab?" Amelia asked, there was no four-letter word that started with C on the whole list.
"There," Dudley said, and pointed at some word, and Amelia hoped that was crab. She seriously needed to take French.
"Oh, yeah," Amelia said. "I'll have that too." The family ordered their food, and started talking quietly while it was prepared.
"Amelia," Dudley said. "How are your grades?"
"Good," Amelia said, shrugging.
"And are the boys treating you alright? That Sean fellow still bothering you?" he asked, raising an eyebrow.
Amelia felt her anger rise. Sean was her best friend, and Dudley thought it was unacceptable to have a boy as a friend. "No," Amelia said, although she wished to punch Dudley's face.
"Good," Dudley said, grinning. "Don't want anybody hurting my sister," he patted her on the back. Her anger rose higher, the only person hurting her was him. He patted with so much force; Amelia was sure there were going to be bruises.
"Your food," the waiter said, bringing up four platters with tops. Amelia wished that when Dudley opened his platter, that there wasn't a delicious cooked crab, but a big, huge, completely alive crab that bites.
"Delicious," Dudley said his eyes glowing, and rubbing his hands together. He greedily pulled the top off, and was greeted by . . . a big, huge, completely alive crab, that started to try and bite him.
Amelia almost shrieked louder than Dudley, but quieted herself in time. She wasn't screaming from horror, but from surprise. Her wish had just come true . . . just like magic. Dudley jumped out of his seat, as the crab grew somehow bigger. The crab was growing about an inch a second; soon towering over Dudley's pudgy figure. Now the restaurant had gone into chaos, the other diners quickly noticing and jumping out of their seats. In shock, Amelia stood in her place while crowds rushed by her, and Dudley grabbed her arm and pulled her towards the door. The glass ceiling broke above, and Amelia saw . . . an owl. It was carrying a letter attached to its leg, and flew dead low, dropping the letter on Amelia's head. Before Amelia pocketed the letter, she scanned the address. Which read:
Amelia Dursley The French Restaurant Little Whinging Surrey
Amelia's eyes widened. How could an owl . . . an actual live owl give her mail? She would find out after Dudley left that night, none of the other Dursleys enjoyed hearing about owls, broomsticks, giant crabs, and any thing that couldn't be explained.
~*~
"G-Goodbye, Mum," Dudley said quickly when they got home. He quickly kissed Mrs. Dursley and Amelia on the forehead, then shook Mr. Dursley's hand. He was trembling quite much, and in a few minutes his car was already out the driveway and far away.
"What a shock," Mrs. Dursley said, fanning herself. "I don't believe we shall be going there again, Vernon. I'll go to sleep now," and she headed up stairs, Amelia following behind her. Amelia changed out of the dress into her pajamas, and when she heard Mr. Dursley snoring, she quickly ripped open the letter.
There was an extremely weird heading, which Amelia decided to skip and headed to the actual letter.
'Dear Miss Dursley,
We are pleased to inform you that you have a place at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. Please find enclosed a list of all necessary books and equipment.
Term begins 1 September we await your owl no earlier than 31 July.
Yours sincerely,
Minerva McGonagall
Deputy Headmistress'
Amelia's eyes widened. This was one sick joke . . . or was it real? It obviously explained about the crab . . . magic was the only way. Amelia was about to scream for her parents, this was seriously freaking her out, but Mr. Dursley got to her room first.
He was very red faced, and was holding a letter in his hand. "WHAT IS THIS?" he roared, and passed the letter to Amelia.
'Dear Mr. and Mrs. Dursley,
We would like to inform you that your daughter, Amelia Dursley, released a great bout of magic this evening at 7:32 PM. There will be no punishment, for this happens to all young witches and wizards. We would like to advise you though, to keep your daughter's magic under control until she goes to Hogwarts. If you cannot do this, she will be put under the care of a capable witch or wizard until term starts at Hogwarts. If you would like her to be put under such care, please owl immediately.
Sincerely,
The Ministry of Magic'
Then, as soon as Amelia finished reading, an snowy white owl flew in and landed on top of Amelia's drawer. Mr. Dursley grabbed a pen, and scrawled on the back of the letter, 'Take her.' The owl grabbed the letter and flew out Amelia's window.
"What's happening?" Amelia asked Mr. Dursley.
"You are not my daughter anymore," Mr. Dursley said. "Just another fool."
"Huh?" Amelia asked.
"Just . . . shut up."
There were a few minutes of eerie silence, exempt Mrs. Dursley's sobs. Mr. Dursley had begun pacing, and Amelia curled her finger around one of her wavy blonde locks. Then, the doorbell rang. All three Dursleys headed downstairs, Mrs. Dursley opening the door. Standing there, in a dark blue robe was a young man. He had circular rimmed wire glasses, bright green eyes, and a mop of messy black hair. A thin lightning shaped scar was against his forehead.
"I'm here for Amelia Dursley," he said. Amelia stepped forward, staring at the man in awe. "You can gather your things first," he said, grinning politely. Sensing no ease at all, he shook her hand, "I'm Harry," he said.
"She doesn't have anything," Mr. Dursley grunted. "Just . . . take her."
"Well . . ." Harry trailed off. "Nice seeing you guys again, but seriously . . . I wouldn't go abandoning children, especially in their pajamas."
"GO!" Mr. Dursley roared, and Amelia ran out the door in fright, Mr. Dursley slamming the door.
"You can call me Uncle Harry, I guess," Harry said to Amelia.
"Uncle?"
"Well actually, I'm your cousin."
"Then how come I've never seen you?" Amelia asked, raising an eyebrow.
"The Dursleys - they sort of . . . hate me," Harry said. "Now, we have to go, unless you want to stand her forever in your pajamas."
"Oh, right, like I'm going to believe that," Amelia said, and began to walk down the street.
"Wait!" Harry said. He pulled out a long stick of wood - Amelia believed it was a wand - and suddenly a triple decker bus appeared in front of them. It was labeled 'The Knight Bus'.
~*~ End of Chapter One ~*~
A/N: This takes place in the very, very far HP future, probably after Harry graduates, and eleven or so years after that. All actual book history events go from Sorcerer's Stone to Order of the Phoenix.
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Chapter One
Attack of the Giant Crabs
~*~
Mr. and Mrs. Dursley of Privet Drive were proud to say they were still normal, thank you very much. Even though their son, Dudley, had moved away (and gratefully their burden Harry), they still had one child to raise. Her name was Amelia Brianna Courtney Dursley, her initials being A.B.C.D, and was their newest pride and joy. Next month, she would be attending a prestigious boarding school in Venice, Italy, not on a scholarship, but by full tuition. That made Mr. Dursley very proud of that, for he could say that he could support his whole family, even though he was retired. Today was a special night, for tonight their grown-up son, Dudley was coming for a visit.
Dudley was a bit short, due to the weight problem he had when he was younger and it stopped his growth. Then, he had slowly lost fat, until he was entirely healthy. But, on the mantelpiece there were still pictures of him on his first bike ride, playing on the computer, and newer pictures of him graduating and working out. Along with that were pictures of Amelia, but no pictures other than that.
"He's here, he's here!" Mrs. Dursley said cheerily. Amelia sighed, she simply hated Dudley, and he was so . . . so . . . obnoxious. "Amelia, dearest, open the door."
Amelia rolled her eyes and tugged on the ridiculous puffy bright pink dress Mrs. Dursley had forced onto her, she hated it. Sometimes, Amelia wished she were far away from them . . . maybe in the air. Far up in the air, on a broomstick . . . no, a bird. A big, giant bird that could bite the rest of the Dursley's heads off. Sighing, she pulled open the door, and with a tiny shriek she was engulfed in the middle of a family hug.
Dudley was hugging her so hard, she could've sworn her circulation was cut off. But she knew she had lost any source of air when Mr. and Mrs. Dursley surrounded her on either side, spit dripping on her head from all of Mrs. Dursley's big kisses she kept planting on Dudley's forehead.
"Oh, I've missed you so much Duddykins!" Mrs. Dursley gushed, planting more kisses on him.
"Mum!" Dudley said. "Mum, get off!" Mrs. Dursley looked hurt, but pulled away anyway. "Hello, little sister," he said, patting Amelia on the head and squashing her hair. "You've grown so much!" and pulling her into another hug and squashed a one hundred pound note into her hand. "Not a word to Mum," he whispered in her ear. Then, he turned to Mr. and Mrs. Dursley, "So we're up to dinner, right?"
"Oh, yes," Mr. Dursley said. "Top restaurant, newly opened," and opening the door again, they headed out side.
~*~
"Name?" the hostess, asked when they had reached the restaurant.
"Dursley," Mr. Dursley said.
"Party of four?" she asked again.
"Yes," Mr. Dursley said.
"Top seats tonight, sir," she said, grabbing some menus and walking them to a tiny dinner table with four seats. "Here are your menus, if you need any help just ring," she pointed at the bell on one end of the table, and walked away.
"Beautiful!" Mrs. Dursley gushed. Above them, the ceiling was entirely glass, just one pane. "I just love the view."
Amelia looked up at the starlit sky for a few seconds then became absorbed in the menu, scanning it for anything that was in English. Unlike the rest of the Dursley family, she hadn't bothered to learn any second language, while the rest had learned French. The menu looked entirely French, too.
"I'll be having the crab," Dudley announced.
"Where's the crab?" Amelia asked, there was no four-letter word that started with C on the whole list.
"There," Dudley said, and pointed at some word, and Amelia hoped that was crab. She seriously needed to take French.
"Oh, yeah," Amelia said. "I'll have that too." The family ordered their food, and started talking quietly while it was prepared.
"Amelia," Dudley said. "How are your grades?"
"Good," Amelia said, shrugging.
"And are the boys treating you alright? That Sean fellow still bothering you?" he asked, raising an eyebrow.
Amelia felt her anger rise. Sean was her best friend, and Dudley thought it was unacceptable to have a boy as a friend. "No," Amelia said, although she wished to punch Dudley's face.
"Good," Dudley said, grinning. "Don't want anybody hurting my sister," he patted her on the back. Her anger rose higher, the only person hurting her was him. He patted with so much force; Amelia was sure there were going to be bruises.
"Your food," the waiter said, bringing up four platters with tops. Amelia wished that when Dudley opened his platter, that there wasn't a delicious cooked crab, but a big, huge, completely alive crab that bites.
"Delicious," Dudley said his eyes glowing, and rubbing his hands together. He greedily pulled the top off, and was greeted by . . . a big, huge, completely alive crab, that started to try and bite him.
Amelia almost shrieked louder than Dudley, but quieted herself in time. She wasn't screaming from horror, but from surprise. Her wish had just come true . . . just like magic. Dudley jumped out of his seat, as the crab grew somehow bigger. The crab was growing about an inch a second; soon towering over Dudley's pudgy figure. Now the restaurant had gone into chaos, the other diners quickly noticing and jumping out of their seats. In shock, Amelia stood in her place while crowds rushed by her, and Dudley grabbed her arm and pulled her towards the door. The glass ceiling broke above, and Amelia saw . . . an owl. It was carrying a letter attached to its leg, and flew dead low, dropping the letter on Amelia's head. Before Amelia pocketed the letter, she scanned the address. Which read:
Amelia Dursley The French Restaurant Little Whinging Surrey
Amelia's eyes widened. How could an owl . . . an actual live owl give her mail? She would find out after Dudley left that night, none of the other Dursleys enjoyed hearing about owls, broomsticks, giant crabs, and any thing that couldn't be explained.
~*~
"G-Goodbye, Mum," Dudley said quickly when they got home. He quickly kissed Mrs. Dursley and Amelia on the forehead, then shook Mr. Dursley's hand. He was trembling quite much, and in a few minutes his car was already out the driveway and far away.
"What a shock," Mrs. Dursley said, fanning herself. "I don't believe we shall be going there again, Vernon. I'll go to sleep now," and she headed up stairs, Amelia following behind her. Amelia changed out of the dress into her pajamas, and when she heard Mr. Dursley snoring, she quickly ripped open the letter.
There was an extremely weird heading, which Amelia decided to skip and headed to the actual letter.
'Dear Miss Dursley,
We are pleased to inform you that you have a place at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. Please find enclosed a list of all necessary books and equipment.
Term begins 1 September we await your owl no earlier than 31 July.
Yours sincerely,
Minerva McGonagall
Deputy Headmistress'
Amelia's eyes widened. This was one sick joke . . . or was it real? It obviously explained about the crab . . . magic was the only way. Amelia was about to scream for her parents, this was seriously freaking her out, but Mr. Dursley got to her room first.
He was very red faced, and was holding a letter in his hand. "WHAT IS THIS?" he roared, and passed the letter to Amelia.
'Dear Mr. and Mrs. Dursley,
We would like to inform you that your daughter, Amelia Dursley, released a great bout of magic this evening at 7:32 PM. There will be no punishment, for this happens to all young witches and wizards. We would like to advise you though, to keep your daughter's magic under control until she goes to Hogwarts. If you cannot do this, she will be put under the care of a capable witch or wizard until term starts at Hogwarts. If you would like her to be put under such care, please owl immediately.
Sincerely,
The Ministry of Magic'
Then, as soon as Amelia finished reading, an snowy white owl flew in and landed on top of Amelia's drawer. Mr. Dursley grabbed a pen, and scrawled on the back of the letter, 'Take her.' The owl grabbed the letter and flew out Amelia's window.
"What's happening?" Amelia asked Mr. Dursley.
"You are not my daughter anymore," Mr. Dursley said. "Just another fool."
"Huh?" Amelia asked.
"Just . . . shut up."
There were a few minutes of eerie silence, exempt Mrs. Dursley's sobs. Mr. Dursley had begun pacing, and Amelia curled her finger around one of her wavy blonde locks. Then, the doorbell rang. All three Dursleys headed downstairs, Mrs. Dursley opening the door. Standing there, in a dark blue robe was a young man. He had circular rimmed wire glasses, bright green eyes, and a mop of messy black hair. A thin lightning shaped scar was against his forehead.
"I'm here for Amelia Dursley," he said. Amelia stepped forward, staring at the man in awe. "You can gather your things first," he said, grinning politely. Sensing no ease at all, he shook her hand, "I'm Harry," he said.
"She doesn't have anything," Mr. Dursley grunted. "Just . . . take her."
"Well . . ." Harry trailed off. "Nice seeing you guys again, but seriously . . . I wouldn't go abandoning children, especially in their pajamas."
"GO!" Mr. Dursley roared, and Amelia ran out the door in fright, Mr. Dursley slamming the door.
"You can call me Uncle Harry, I guess," Harry said to Amelia.
"Uncle?"
"Well actually, I'm your cousin."
"Then how come I've never seen you?" Amelia asked, raising an eyebrow.
"The Dursleys - they sort of . . . hate me," Harry said. "Now, we have to go, unless you want to stand her forever in your pajamas."
"Oh, right, like I'm going to believe that," Amelia said, and began to walk down the street.
"Wait!" Harry said. He pulled out a long stick of wood - Amelia believed it was a wand - and suddenly a triple decker bus appeared in front of them. It was labeled 'The Knight Bus'.
~*~ End of Chapter One ~*~