Disclaimer: I'm sure most who read this know that Harry Potter, Ginny and their children, plus Petunia and Dudley and the world in which they all live were created by JKR. Dudley's wife and kids are my own. I'm sure I have adjusted the relationships. I tried to keep them in line with where we last saw those characters in DH, adding my touch for the reflection and growth that time brings.

Harry was wondering for the millionth time why they couldn't pick someone else to explain to his intelligence-challenged cousin that his daughter belonged in the wizarding community. Aunt Petunia had crossed Privet Drive from #4, to add her opinion, and it was all Harry could do not to work a wandless silencio on both of them. Remembering his own childhood at the hands of this family, he knew he had to try, though.

Suddenly he realized that this is why the Hogwarts board of directors sent him. He was the one who would know why it was so important for this little girl to be allowed to become what she was. He also realized that he knew what to say.

"If you think I'm going to let my little girl become a freak like you..." Dudley was saying, and "I thought you were well away from this family," from Petunia.

Harry ran a hand through his hair and forced his tone to be calm. "I think there was a day when you were grateful for my being a 'freak,' as you put it, Dudley. I didn't come to discuss how horrible the past was. I'm here to offer the best education for your daughter."

Petunia Alice Dursley sat at the kitchen table with her brother, Vernon, and her sister, Betsy, listening to the row in the living room. They were both rather big and tall and blond, like Daddy, though not so chubby, while Patsy was more brunette, like Mummy, and slim.

Patsy knew she was different from the kids in school. She remembered the time when she was eight and Betsy was six. Betsy climbed to the top of the jungle gym but then lost her footing and fell. With her heart in her throat, Patsy ran underneath Betsy and put her arms out to catch her. Patsy expected to be knocked completely over under a sister almost as big as she was. Both girls were surprised when Betsy started to float down like a leaf, landing gently on her own feet. They tacitly decided never to discuss it, but both knew and remembered.

Granny Tuney always told Patsy that although they had the same first name, Patsy looked a lot like Granny's sister, Lily. Patsy loved to look at the books of when Granny was a little girl, playing with the little girl who in black and white photos did look like herself. Granny would tell her about her little sister and how she was lured away to school where she "went bad," which resulted in her getting killed. Granny herself had to raise Aunt Lily's baby, who went just as "bad" as Aunt Lily, although he didn't get killed. Something about the story never quite matched the jolly post cards Patsy saw at Christmas every year from Cousin Harry and his family. She guessed some day she would figure the whole thing out.

Then suddenly Granny didn't seem to like Patsy so very much any more. It started around the time weird things started happening around Patsy and finally ended by Granny locking Patsy into a closet under Granny's stairs. Patsy was so horribly frightened at first but suddenly the door unlocked and opened and she walked out. Granny was even madder then and Patsy never quite figured out why. If Granny didn't want Patsy to come out, she shouldn't have unlocked the door.

"I don't understand" Mummy was saying. "We always knew that Patsy is a bit, well, odd, but I can't send my baby away. It's not like she's a bad girl. Surely, she will just grow out of it."

"I think you misunderstand. This isn't a detention center for wayward children, regardless of what Dudley's family told you about me. It's one of the best schools of it's kind in the world. Soon after she arrives, she will be placed in a house, where she will have a sort of family within the school. Between Ginny's and my family and connections, we know people in every house and regardless to which house she goes, she won't be with total strangers."

Elizabeth thought for a minute. "How does she get placed?"

Harry answered, "We have a sort of evaluation process that looks at her natural inclinations and native abilities and she's sorted into the house that best matches her in those ways."

"So she's tested?"

"Er, yes, a sort of a test. Also, while at school, the students are encouraged to write home frequently, plus there are several vacations in a year."

Elizabeth had one final question, "Can I visit her at the school?"

Harry smiled. "Yes, there are parents weekends and things. You may find the place a bit odd, at first, but you will see how wonderful it is for your daughter.

"World class, eh? I don't care to stand for the expense of this," put in Dudley.

Harry knew he could win over Dudley. "As her cousins, Ginny and I would be delighted to cover the cost of her tuition and other expenses." Between the contents of the Potter and Black vaults at Gringotts, the needs of one girl wouldn't be a problem.

Aunt Petunia was the toughest nut to crack. "I've told you over and over that she's as crazy as my sister. Looks like her too. Why you had to name that child after me I'll never know. Do you know that I locked her in Harry's old bedroom and she unlocked the door herself with magic and came out? It breaks my heart to think of this happening to me yet again. My poor Lily."

Patsy gasped. She never realized that it had happened that way. It was starting to make sense. Wait, that closet used to be someone's bedroom? Suddenly she heard a sob from Granny.

Cousin Harry was speaking more softly and yet even more seriously. "Aunt Petunia, I happen to know that when my own mum went to Hogwarts, you tried to get in, yourself. I know that you received a kind letter from Albus Dumbledore explaining why you couldn't come. Do you really want your granddaughter to miss her chance? "

Petunia crumpled, just a bit. "I just didn't want to be left ou—hey, how did you find out about that?" Her back stiffened up and her eyes narrowed.

"Let's just say that I had an in-depth discussion with Severus Snape." More gently: "He also let me know that you loved my mum. I wish I could have had more than one year with her. What happened was awful but a lot of good things happened because of it. Patsy will be well cared for." Petunia sputtered into quietness, but her eyes were still narrowed.

Harry looked to Dudley and Elizabeth. "I wonder if I could meet young Petunia? I have a letter for her. She should be given a say in this." Patsy's parents nodded, if a bit reluctantly.

A few minutes later he looked into the face of an eleven year old girl with brown eyes and hair like her mother, but the same expression on her face that he had seen in pictures of his own mother.

When she was called in from the kitchen, Petunia Dursley looked into the kind face of Cousin Harry for the first time. His eyes matched her own except they were green, and he had a funny scar on his forehead. He rubbed it absently and then ruffled his already messy hair and said, "Well, Patsy, how would you like to learn how to use your special abilities?"

Patsy was a bit nervous, but the eyes that were like a different color mirror of her own were kind. "I don't have any special abilities."

Cousin Harry smiled. "I don't think I have, either, but let's see if you can do this." He took a blossom from her mother's coffee-table arrangement and placed it on her hand, closing her fingers over it. "Ok now, open your hand." As Patsy's fingers uncurled, the flower was opening and shutting within her hand. A lovely scent filled the room. Her face suddenly shone with delight.

Petunia gasped and sagged completely. "I suppose you got that from Severus, too? I know it wasn't like that, but once he introduced himself things were completely different and it always seemed like Severus took my Lily away...and then she married that Potter and the next thing I knew she was dead and you were on my doorstep...you don't know how I worried.."

She looked at Harry appraisingly. "You've turned out, though, and that dangerous man who killed my sister is really gone?" Harry nodded. After a moment she straightened up and looked at Dudley. "Maybe she could try it, just to see. She doesn't really fit into our world."

Dudley couldn't stop thinking of a twilight night when all good things were suddenly sucked out of his world for just a few moments. "It could be useful, you know, having someone in the family who knows how to deal with those horrible things...de, de..."

"Dementors. They aren't around much any more, but it might be helpful to have someone around who knows what to do, just in case." Harry decided to be agreeable.

Apparating from Privet Drive to Grimmauld Place was almost a joy, made perfect by the smiling faces that greeted him around the open doorway.

"Hello! How did it go?"

"Lily, how would you like to show a muggle-raised cousin the ropes?"

"Hurrrah! We get another cousin! And this time it's a girl!" Lily always felt that there were entirely too many boys in her life.

Harry gave Ginny more of the details as they finished up dinner preparations together. "They weren't eager for this, but they didn't mind it as much as I feared. I hope you don't mind. I told them you and Lily would be around on Thursday to take Patsy shopping for her clothes and geer. I'm hoping that they'll let us take her to the end of summer dinner at the Burrow next week and then to stay overnight here so that we can take her to the station."

Ginny smiled. "Sounds wonderful. What kind of child is she?"

Harry thought for a minute. "On first glance, she's a charming if shy child. She definitely got her easy manner from her mother. There might be a streak of Aunt Petunia in there, though."

"Was it awful?"

"Well, there was a bit of a row, but they've softened a bit. Uncle Vernon's death, maybe. Once young Petunia came into the room, though, there was no question. I really think she somehow won them over."

"You're just being fishing for compliments. You win me over, every time."

Harry kissed her on both cheeks and Ginny hollered at the upstairs washroom, from which emanated shrieks and laughter. "All right, you lot! Come get your dinner!"

A/N: Well, I wasn't expecting such a warm welcome. Edward loves Bella and Monica8471 must have written before the "ink" was dry! Thank you to Phnx, too! It inspired me to rework what I thought was my complete three chapter story into something a little longer. I had planned on finishing this as the Hogwarts Express leaves London, but maybe I could get our young cousin through sorting. In reworking this chapter a bit, I find that other ideas present themselves, which I may pursue. If so, I'll have to rework the title. ;)

Do we know enough about Patsy to "sort" her? I can see one house based upon what we know of her father and a different one based upon what little bit we've seen of her. I confess I'm on a fence.