Julia Samantha Dursley

Five months and seventeen days before Harry Potter's fifth birthday was Valentine's Day. Harry was in nursery school, looking at his Valentine's cards and sucking on a blueberry sucker, shaped like a heart, when he was called to the front office.

He walked to the office, wondering what had been blamed on him this time, he was surprised when he saw his Uncle Vernon standing in the office. Dudley was standing next to him with his knapsack on, sobbing.

"What took you so long boy?" Uncle Vernon asked rudely.

"Sorry Uncle Vernon. Do I need to get my knapsack?" Harry asked, slightly confused. Uncle Vernon scoffed.

"No. Your Aunt is having the baby and-" He was interrupted by a wail from Dudley.

"I DON'T WANT A SISTER!" He cried. Uncle Vernon ignored this outburst.

"Miss Figg will pick you up after school." Harry weighed the pro's and con's in his mind, even though Miss Figg smelled funny, and looked at the pictures of her old cats way too much, sometimes she would let him have cake, even if it was older than her, and she let him watch whatever he wanted to on the telly, and he wouldn't have to be around the Dursleys for at least a few hours, maybe even overnight if he was really lucky.

"Okay." Harry said respectfully.

And with that, Uncle Vernon and a sobbing Dudley, left the office, and Harry walked back to class.

The next morning, Harry realized he had fallen asleep on Miss Figg's couch when she was softly shaking him awake.

"Harry, wake up, your Uncle and cousin are on their way home, Petunia had the baby." She whispered as she shook his shoulder lightly. Harry sat up and rubbed his eyes to see Miss Figg said putting his shoes on for him.

"Oh," Harry said looking at his feet. "I could've put my shoes on." He said feeling a little embarrassed.

"It's alright Harry. I don't mind." Miss Figg said with a kind smile. "I'll walk you home."

Two weeks later, Harry was sitting in the living room, watching the telly, which Dudley had turned on, then left the room. Harry didn't really mind though because he put on Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles, which was one of Dudley's shows that Harry actually liked. Aunt Petunia came in and sat down on the chair just to the right of the fireplace to feed the baby, who had been named Julia Samantha Dursley.

Harry stood up and looked at the baby. She opened her eyes and looked around, Harry hadn't noticed before, but her eyes were the same color as his. When she looked at him, Harry felt like there something connecting the two of them.

"Hi Julie." He whispered. Aunt Petunia looked up at him and glared.

"Her name is Julia. Not 'Julie'. Go to your cupboard."

On Dudley's eighth birthday the Dursley's took Dudley and Piers Polkisis to a movie. They decided Julia now three years old, would be a distraction and they left her and Harry, at Miss Figg's. Usually, Julia was taken to a different babysitters, but her babysitter was unavailable, and Petunia couldn't find anyone else, overtime, things like this started happening more frequently.

Julia, or Julie as Harry called her started getting attached to her cousin, despite her parent's best efforts. When he left for school, she would cry, and she would giggle delightedly when he got home.

Harry felt that Julie was the only family he had simply because she was the only person in the Dursley's house that cared if Harry ever came home. Harry wasn't sure why, but for some reason, his Aunt and Uncle favored Dudley and didn't seem to care too much about the toddler. They treated Dudley better, even though Julie was still treated far better than Harry ever would be treated.

"Haawey!" Julie squealed as Harry walked through the door. Harry smiled at the small girl and picked her up.

"How school?" She asked with her hands up in a questioning gesture.

"Good. What games did you play today?" Harry asked her.

She pointed to the couch; Harry carried her to the couch, set her down and tickled her, Aunt Petunia came in as the toddler giggled.

"Harry. Go put your school things away and do your chores." She ordered. Harry sighed, stood up and did as he was told. Julie climbed off the couch and followed him to his cupboard. She continued to follow him as he did his chores. When he did the dishes she stood right by him, when he vacuumed the living room, she sat on the couch, when he weeded the flower garden she played in the yard, not too far away from him, and when he dusted all the blinds, she was only a few feet behind him the whole time.

To most people, this would have been annoying, but Harry liked it. Most of his life at the Dursley's no one cared and he knew the way the toddler followed him meant she cared. It was Harry's job to take care of Julie, which he didn't mind. Julie was always well behaved for Harry.

After a snake was set loose at the zoo on Dudley's eleventh birthday, Harry was locked in his cupboard for the longest stretch ever, and he could hear Aunt Petunia fighting with Julie for everything. At breakfast, at nap time, when she needed to clean up her toys. At bedtime Julie would lie awake and cry herself to sleep. When Harry was finally allowed out of his cupboard, the summer holidays had started, and it was his job to take care of Julie, who was now five years old, all day.

That summer was the most eventful of Harry's life. He started receiving letters that his Aunt and Uncle wouldn't let him read, the amount he got sent seemed to multiply daily. Uncle Vernon was furious, and afraid, he took the family away from the house. They spent a night in a run down hotel, and left when the young boy behind the front desk told them there were about a dozen letters for Harry. After that they stayed in a shack on a rock, in the middle of the sea. While there a giant, called Hagrid, broke down the door and told Harry he was a wizard. Harry learned his parents had been a witch and wizard.

When Harry was just a baby his parents had been killed by an evil wizard called Voldemort. Harry had been left to be taken care of by his Aunt and Uncle and beaten up by his cousin, Dudley.

Harry was invited to attend Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. The next day Hagrid took Harry to a hidden part of London called Diagon Alley to buy all his school supplies for Hogwarts. It was the best day of Harry's life, he bought things he didn't need, simply because he had the money. He bought Julie a little doll that would change to look and dress like it's owner.

Harry was excited to leave the Dursley's and go to Hogwarts, but he also couldn't help but feel like he was abandoning Julie. Before Harry knew it, September first came, and it was time to leave. He took Julie into his new bedroom with him as he finished packing his things into his school trunk. Julie sat on his bed playing with his wand, sending pink and yellow sparks shooting out the end.

"Julie," Harry said, the small girl looked up at him, "I need you to be good girl for your mommy when I'm at school. Okay?"

She nodded her head, her strawberry blonde hair bobbed in their pig tails. "Kay."

"And you are going to start school in a few days, so I need you to be really good for your new teacher. Can you do that for me?"

"Yes." She said sweetly with a big smile.

"This is a new kind of school. I'm not going to come home every day. I'm just going to come home for the summer holidays."

Julie looked up at Harry, her eyes filling with tears. "Why?"

"That's what kind of school I'm going to. It's very far away, so I'm going to stay there."

"Is Dudley going to a school like that?" She asked in a whisper. Harry shook his head.
"No, he'll come home every day."

She looked down at her shoes sadly and started to cry. Julie was the only thing that held Harry back, but something even stronger than his bond with Julie pulled him to Hogwarts. He pulled his cousin onto his lap and started to play their favorite game, 'Story teller."

"Once upon a time, there was a young girl named Julie…" Harry started, now it was Julie's turn.
"She went to school…" Julie paused and sniffled, "far, far away, with her big brother, Harry, who wasn't her cousin, he was her brother. She only had one big brother, Harry, not a big, stinky one named Dudley." Julie added. Harry pulled her closer and stifled his laughs before taking his turn.
"At this school, Harry and Julie learned magic. They had lots of friends, and were never bullied, sometimes dangerous things would happen, like trolls would break into the school! Harry would always fight the danger to make sure that Julie stayed safe." Harry continued. Harry glanced at the time, realizing they would have to leave in a few moments if they were going to make it to Kings Cross Station on time he wrapped up his story. "Harry and Julie were both amazing at magic, when they graduated school Harry was a teacher and Julie was a doctor. They lived happily ever after, the end."

Julie looked at Harry, tears still in her eyes. "It's over already?"
"Sorry Julie, but we've got to go if I'm going to catch the train to school." At the mention of Harry leaving Julie started to cry again. She cried loudly, holding Harry's hand, for the first twenty minutes of the drive, when her father yelled at her to quiet down, after that she cried as quietly as a five year old could, until she fell asleep, about 30 minutes away from Kings Cross Station.

Julie didn't wake up when Harry quietly got out of the car, which he was grateful for. He wasn't sure if he could say goodbye to her.