I know a lot of you know me for my HTTYD and ROTG fanfics but, today, I've decided to do a little experimental fanfiction writing. Aside from being a Dragons fan and a Guardians fan, I'm a bit of a Harry Potter fan myself.
I don't know if it's because I'm waiting for the next batch of Race to the Edge episodes to premiere next month or because I've suddenly developed a habit of reading Harry Potter fanfiction (mostly Harry/Ginny fluff and post-Deathly Hallows ones), but I thought I might try this. Hope you all like it…
NOTE: I DO NOT OWN Harry Potter or anything Harry Potter-related. Other than my OC, everything else belongs to the wonderful J.K. Rowling and Warner Bros.
The Other Dursley
Summary: Jemma: sweet, little Jemma Dursley is Dudley's younger sister and Harry's younger cousin. Unlike her horrid older brother and equally horrid family, Jemma is the only one in the family who doesn't see Harry as a freak or a burden. This is a one-shot collection chronicling Jemma's growth as an ordinary Muggle but, at the same time, an ordinary Muggle drawn to the world of magic.
Chapter One: Harry Meets Jemma
Six-year-old Harry Potter often wondered when he would get to see his new cousin. Aunt Petunia had given birth to Dudley's little sister three weeks ago and he had yet to see her.
"Keep Harry away! He'll turn her into a freak like him!" Dudley had wailed so, when Jemma arrived home with Aunt Petunia from the hospital, Uncle Vernon had locked Harry in his cupboard and only allowed him to go out whenever Jemma wasn't around. Harry could hear though and, often, he listened to his aunt and uncle dote on little Jemma. Dudley, however, soon grew tired of all the attention his little sister was getting and began to bully her when his parents weren't around. It was one of those rare times Harry ever got mad at his cousin whenever he heard Dudley call Jemma "midget" or "stupid" followed by Jemma's unhappy cries after Dudley had either pinched her or kicked her crib.
Aunt Petunia and Uncle Vernon didn't know about Dudley's bullying and always thought their firstborn son was an angel to his little sister. Harry was the only one who knew Jemma was being bullied. She was only a baby, for goodness's sake! To Harry, Dudley's treatment of Jemma was worse than the whole family's treatment of him.
Then, one afternoon, his cupboard was left unlocked and Harry saw his chance.
Dudley was at the park playing with his friends and Uncle Vernon was at work while Aunt Petunia had stepped out to get milk. Leaving the safety of his cupboard, Harry crept over to the living room. Little Jemma was crying in her crib, which had been put there earlier in the day, and would not cease her wailing. The floor was littered with her baby toys and some of Dudley's own playthings as Harry tiptoed to the crib to take a peek at Jemma.
She was a cute little thing. Her head covered in soft black hair and she was chubby, but not as chubby as Dudley when he was a baby. Once she saw the stranger with messy black hair and bespectacled green eyes, Jemma stopped crying.
"Hello, Jemma…" Harry said softly so as not to startle his little cousin. Jemma merely blinked her big brown eyes at Harry. Picking up a baby rattle, Harry held it up over Jemma's head and shook it. Jemma cooed and waved her little arms up at the toy, kicking her little legs in the air. "I don't know if you'll hate me when you grow up, Jemma. But, if you need someone to talk to or tattle on Dudley…I'll be here…" Harry smiled at her.
What Jemma did next surprised Harry.
When the young boy stooped down to Jemma's eye level, the youngest Dursley reached out a pudgy hand and touched the lightning bolt-shaped scar on Harry's forehead. Jemma gurgled and smiled at Harry, toothless pink gums showing as she gurgled happily. Harry grinned. "Nice to meet you, Jemma. I'm Harry," he introduced himself. Jemma cooed and lightly batted Harry's face with her hand. Harry smiled and gently brushed his finger against Jemma's chubby cheeks and giggled when she eagerly grabbed onto his finger. He loved his little cousin already.
Then Aunt Petunia came back.
The bottles of milk crashed onto the floor as Petunia screamed. Jemma began to cry again, frightened by the loud noises. "What are you doing near my Jemma?! Get away from her, you freak!" Aunt Petunia shrieked at Harry. "I…I just…" Harry whispered before his Aunt grabbed him by the shirt collar and dragged him back to his cupboard.
"Please don't cry, Jemma…Please don't cry…" Harry said sadly as he listened to Jemma's wails. "Oh, my little Jem…Mummy's here. Don't worry, that little freak won't bother you again…" Petunia tried to soothe her daughter but Jemma wailed all the more, wanting her cousin Harry.
NOTE: I'm mostly basing this on the films. So, just so you guys know, Jemma's five years younger than Harry so when he is accepted in Hogwarts at age 11, Jemma would be five.
Also, this is an experimental fanfiction for me. If you want me to continue this in the near future, let me know. See you!
-GuardianDragon98
