Sup! I'm back, and with a new story. It's nice and short, just 3 chapters, and only 4,000 words, give or take.

It's a bit of a different story than I usually do, so I hope you enjoy!

It was September first, and the the muggle side of the infamous train, was buzzing with muggles. Harry Potter, happy that none of the muggles recognized him for anyone, led his family through the crowd, and to the red brick and mortar wall.

Behind him, walked his stunning wife, Ginny Potter nee Weasley, and their three children, and their cousin, all pushing carts. Next to the children's cousin, Daisy, stood her father.

Her father, gradually losing confidence as they neared the wall, looked helplessly to Harry. He was Dudley Dursley.

A few years ago, no one had been more surprised than Harry, when his muggle cousin started mailing him.

Dudley was, at first, reluctant to contact his cousin, who he had never got along with. But when his daughter, Daisy, turned 9, and weird things started to happen, he knew that it was the magic that his cousin had so often practiced, accidentally, when he was her age.

Daisy's first show of accidental magic, had been when she was 9. She had got home from school, angry at something one of her classmates had done, as so many children often were. When her father, work on his mind, only nodded absently at her complaints, she had made it rain over his head. They happened to be in the car at the time, and it was a miracle that they hadn't crashed, though it was close. Dudley was amazed to find, after he parked the car, when he examined the seat and ceiling, nothing but him was still full of water. The seat was dry, the floors dry, as soon as water dripped off of him onto the seat, it would vanish. Dudley shook himself, both trying to rid himself of water, and wondering if he had gone crazy.

In the backseat, Daisy was torn between laughing or freaking out. She started laughing, her temporary anger gone, and Dudley had only looked at her astonished.

That was years ago, and after that, Daisy continued to show accidental magic, each one reminding Dudley more and more of his cousin. Eventually, when she was 10, the day after her birthday, she had levitated the cat, making it float up until its puffed out fur hit the ceiling. Daisy had, as anyone would be scared and shocked. That night, after calming Daisy down enough that the cat floated back down, he had sent a letter to his cousin. The letter was short and awkward, but the best that he could do:

Harry,

Look, I know it's been years, and I was never nice to you, but I hope that you don't tear up this letter.

I am writing the ask for help. I don't know if you know, but I have a daughter. Her mother Amber, is NOT a witch, and obviously, neither am I, but somehow, Daisy, my daughter, seems to be a witch.

Just today, she got angry at the cat, for something or the other, and the cat floated to the ceiling. No strings at all!

This isn't the first time that such things have happened, nor do I think it will be the last.

I am writing, in the hopes, that despite our history, you will help her, however you see fit.

-Dudley

It was clear that Dudley wasn't quite sure what he should have said, he had never understood his cousin, and had never liked him because of it.

But still, Daisy needed all the help she could get, he was certain that she was in her room crying, after the ordeal with the cat, and so he would swallow his pride and ask his magical cousin for that help.

The next morning, Dudley got a reply, with an owl:

Dudley,

I just got your letter, a wizard in the post service recognise my name and gave it to an owl to give to me. Which is good, you can contact me.

If Daisy is a witch, then the accidental magic should have been going on since she was about 8 or 9, right?

Muggleborns, before school, can be a danger to themselves and others, you have to try and not ostracize the subject and make her hate the magic- that can be exceedingly dangerous.

I have arranged to have your fireplace connected to the floo, and I will be coming through the flames, about 12:00 today. You clearly will need help, that is, if you don't already.

Hope to see you soon,

Harry

Dudley's eyes shifted to the seat next to his, where Daisy was eating breakfast, a book in her hands. She was a very bookish child, Dudley imagined that she had got it all from her mother, he had never liked or appreciated books. Not when he was younger, and certainly not now.

12 o'clock noon worked for him, but Daisy would have school. She just wouldn't go today. Which worked good actually, and they could dedicate the entire day to normalizing her with the idea of magic.

Later that day, Harry did indeed floo to the house, shocking most of its occupants. He was most welcome, of course, even if Dudley and Harry were, at best awkward. Amber and Harry got on surprisingly well- Amber didn't know of his past with the Dursleys or Dudley himself.

From that day on, Daisy did nothing but look forward to when she could go off to Hogwarts, even as her parents dreaded it. They would both miss her dearly, not only because she was their daughter, but because she was the life of the house, and their lives.

Dudley, though he wasn't the biggest fan of magic, was used to it, and more than tolerant of it. He was quite use to displays of magic in the house when Daisy got mad, and knew how to handle it.

Now, at the brick wall that seperated the magical and muggle worlds, Dudley was anxious, but also excited for Daisy. He had already been assured by Harry, whom he had grown to be decent friends with, that she would fit in fine, and find friends, just as he had.

As he grabbed onto her cart, that had her trunk and owl on it, he started to jog, Daisy at his side, at the platform.

On the other side, Dudley and Daisy were both amazed, the difference being that Dudley was awed to the point of almost horror, and Daisy was amazed to the point of glee.

Behind him, Harry and Ginny, his wife, laughed on the look on his face, "Didn't we prepare you for it justly, Dudley?"

"No you didn't, you didn't do it any justice when you told me about it." he was still looking, like any first year, and Harry laughed again.

After a short goodbye, during which Dudley almost got tearful, Daisy boarded the train, sitting in a compartment with her cousin, Lily. Lily was Harry's daughter, and only a few months younger than Daisy, so they were in the same year.

Together, in the compartment and on the train, the two girls looked at each other and giggled. Happy to finally be on their way to the school that they had heard so much about. At last.

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