Hi guys! Yes, another update as I will be busy for the rest of the week! Whew, this will be the last chapter that's focused on the reaction of the Dursleys to Dacey being a witch. And the last chapter where Dacey will cry lol.

I OWN NOTHING EXCEPT FOR DACEY.

Also, thank you Sakura Lisel for the review! Marge will not be appearing in this book yet, and I believe the Dursleys made Dacey being a witch a secret from everyone so of course, Marge doesn't know about Dacey yet.

I tried to search for the exact time where Dudley found out about Harry being a wizard but there were no answers so I assumed that Dudley found out when Hagrid arrived. But things will be different in this fic.

Well, I'll stop blabbering now. Enjoy reading!

The morning of Harry's birthday was a sunny day. Mother had left for her gardening club meeting, taking Dudley with him before taking him to Piers', and Father left for work. Harry and I were left alone in the house, and he said it was the best birthday gift Harry could have ever received.

We ate breakfast in peace, I made a stack of pancakes, pretending it was a cake, and sang Harry a birthday song. We ate until we were full, washed the dishes, then went to the living room.

"What should we write back?" Harry asked, taking his Hogwarts letter out of his pocket.

"Do you always carry that with you?"

"Yes, to remind myself that I haven't gone crazy and just imagined it all," he cleared his throat. "So, our reply?"

"Well, we have to tell them that we can't go to Hogwarts. Mother and Father wouldn't allow us to."

"How about we ask that McGonagall person to convince Aunt Petunia and Uncle Vernon?"

"Are you kidding?" I couldn't help but laugh at his suggestion. "Father would bring out his shotgun if he finds out that more of us would come."

"But they have magic, they can defend themselves. And it's not like we'll tell your parents that we wrote back. Uncle Vernon will be too surprised to even think of getting his shotgun."

I considered his words. "Should we?"

Harry nodded. "We should."

I took out a piece of paper and pen, and then I started writing our reply.

Dear Ms? Mrs? Professor? Minerva McGonagall,

We are Dacey Dursley and Harry Potter from 4 Privet Drive, Little Whinging, Surrey, and we have received a letter from Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and WIzardry saying that we were accepted to study magic in the said school. While we would both love to go and study at Hogwarts, my parents, Vernon and Petunia Dursley, might not approve of us going as they do not tolerate any kind of magic in the family.

We are writing this letter to seek for your help. If you could spare us a minute and possibly talk to my parents (and Harry's legal guardians) about us going, then that would be wonderful. Just a bit of warning, my father has a shotgun and I do not know if he will use it on you but it's nice to be prepared for anything, right? And he tends to act a bit crazy when magic is involved.

I hope you are having a nice day, and I hope this letter gets to you. We really do not know how to send a letter in a non-normal way, but I seriously hope this works.

From two unfortunate souls,

Dacey Dursley and Harry Potter

"Do you think this will do?" I gave Harry the paper so he could read it.

He nodded and handed it back to me. "It looks okay."

"So, where to find an owl?" I asked Harry as I rolled the paper where we wrote out reply and secured it with a rubber band.

Harry shrugged before walking to the front door. "Err, Dacey?" he called out to me. "It looks like we won't have a hard time searching for owls."

I stood up and walked towards the door. I gasped as I saw tens of owls outside our house. It looked like they were waiting for something. I approached the nearest owl perched on our mailbox, and showed it the letter. Then, it took the letter with its beak.

"Can you take this to Hogwarts, please?" I told the owl. I felt silly talking to an owl, I'm not even sure if it will understand me but it's worth a try.

The owl flew away with our reply, and we watched it disappear in the sky above.

"Do you think it will really go to Hogwarts?" Harry looked at me with hopeful eyes.

"I don't know, Harry," I confessed. "I guess we'll just find out."

"Dacey, you won't believe this!" Harry busted in my room. When my parents came back home, Harry had to cook for dinner so I went back to my room.

Harry gasped for breath, whatever he had to say must be so surprising that he needed to run up as fast as he could. I gave him a moment to collect himself before asking what had happened.

"Well, the doorbell rang while we were eating dinner – yes, they allowed me to eat dinner, probably because we didn't blow up the house while they were gone – anyway, Aunt Petunia asked me to go see who it was, but I should not open the door and let myself be seen, unless it was Dudley coming back from Piers' house," he gasped for breath. "So I did, and I saw this old woman in green robes with a pointy hat on her head! She definitely didn't seem to be from around her, so I thought, maybe she was—"

"Professor McGonagall?" I interrupted Harry, feeling his excitement slide over to me.

Harry nodded. "And she is!"

Without wasting a single second, I jumped off from my bed and ran as fast as I could downstairs, with Harry following behind me. There, in the living room, was Mother and Father, looking as pale as ghosts, and a stranger that had fit into Harry's description. Something about her did feel magical, and her stance screamed authority. I had to fight the urge to go clean myself first before standing in front of her, but I did straighten my back and walked towards them.

"Err, are you Professor McGonagall?" I hesitantly asked.

Her green eyes studied my face, and I unconsciously wiped it, getting rid of any dirt that could be there. "Are you Ms. Dacey Dursley?"

"Yes, Ma'am," I answered her.

Then her eyes moved to my left. "And I believe you're Mr. Harry Potter?"

I saw Harry straightening his back as well when he heard the tone of her voice. "Yes, Ma'am."

I could have sworn her eyes turned soft for a minute before it returned to its original cold stare. Professor McGonagall then shifted her eyes to my right and looked at Mother and Father. "And you must be Vernon and Petunia Dursley, these children's guardians."

Mother and Father were both looking shocked and scared to answer so I answered on their behalf. "Yes, that is correct, Ma'am. Please take a seat." I gestured to the chair behind her. There was a hint of surprise in her face before sitting down.

"Please call me Professor instead," she said.

"Understood, Professor," I turned to my parents. "You too, Mother, Father, please take a seat."

I tried to grab their arms but they flinched away from me, staring at my hand like it was a slimy worm. I felt a stinging pain at their reactions but I willed myself to focus on the situation at hand. I took a seat in front of the professor, who was watching my interaction with my parents with curiosity and interest. Harry sat beside me.

"As you know, Dacey Dursley and Harry Potter had received their acceptance letter at Hogwarts." Professor McGonagall stated. Mother and Father turned to look at Harry, while he tried his best not to meet their gazes. Right, they didn't know that Harry had gotten his letter.

"They had sent their reply earlier this morning," Professor continued, then turned to look at Harry and I. "Though I must ask you, in your letter, you claimed that you didn't know how to send one, but your reply reached me. How did you manage to do that?"

"It was Dacey's idea." Harry then explained our theory about looking for magical owls.

Professor McGonagall nodded approvingly at me. "Wise theory. You would do well in Ravenclaw."

I didn't know what Ravenclaw was but I assumed it was a compliment, so I had thanked her while not meeting her eyes.

"There is no way that you're bloody going to that place!" Father seemed to have found his tongue and shouted at us.

Professor McGonagall stared coolly at Father. "Dacey and Harry both have magic in their blood. Unless you know a better place for them to learn magic then Hogwarts will be the place to go."

"No! That boy is going to Stonewall High and she," he pointed at me. "Is going to Miss Aurelia's School for Troubled Girls!"

"I am going where?" I spat out the words like they were poison. Miss Aurelia's is like a prison disguised as a school! It was a school where parents send their rebellious daughters in hope that they would become graceful women after completing the curriculum.

Father ignored my outburst. "We swore when we took him in we'd put a stop to that rubbish! We swore we'd get rid of all the abnormalities inside him!"

"Dacey was right then! You knew that my parents were magical! That I was a wizard!" Harry shouted.

"Knew!" For the first time in minutes, Mother spoke. "Of course we knew! How could you not be, my dratted sister being what she was? Oh, she got a letter just like that, went and gone to Hogwarts only to be back with her rat teacups and frog chocolates. My mother and father adored her, but I was the only one who saw her for what she was – a freak," Mother was shaking from her spot and I almost unconsciously tried to reach for her. "Then she met that Potter at school and they left and got married and had you, only to be blown up, leaving you in our care! I knew you were going to be as abnormal as she was."

"Blown up? You told Harry that Aunt Lily and her husband died in a car crash." I questioned them.

"A car crash?" Professor McGonagall looked appalled. "Lily and James Potter were the heroes in our world, how dare you sully the death of the Potters! And you had kept everything from the boy? That was not what Albus had instructed you, and I assure you, your defiance against Albus' strict orders would reach him."

Mother seemed to have turned white even more. Father's face had turned purple from rage. "Either way! No one is going anywhere! And I am not paying for some crackpot old fool to teach them magic tricks!"

Suddenly, the temperature in the room seemed to have dropped to a zero. "Albus Dumbledore is the greatest wizard alive, and to have studied under him is and will always be the greatest honour I could ever have so before I turn your furniture into wild animals, I would suggest that you stop insulting him in front of me," Professor McGonagall said, her voice so low that it matched the cold room. "Besides, you will not need to spend anything for Harry's school expenses as it had been paid by his parents before their deaths."

"But what about me?" I asked weakly. It was good that Harry no longer needed to be concerned with money, and my parents won't have any reason to hold him back now, but where does that leave me?

Professor McGonagall just looked at me with sadness in her eyes. She didn't need to vocalize her answer, because just by looking at her, I already knew that I would be left behind here. That's it then, I'm going to prison school.

I looked down, all the excitement that I had felt before were completely leaving my body and was now being replaced by sadness. I felt tears starting to form in my eyes, so I closed my eyes and desperately tried to stop any tears from falling.

Harry must have noticed my dejection because he suddenly reached for my back and rubbed it comfortingly. "Is there any way that my mom could have paid for two students?"

I was touched by Harry's suggestion but I'm pretty sure Aunt Lily didn't even know that I would exist. Still, I couldn't help hoping that maybe, she did.

"I'm afraid not."

Well, there goes that hope.

"But," I looked up as Professor McGonagall spoke. "It would be a waste to not have Dacey in Hogwarts. I must say, you were completely different from what I had expected. I would be willing to pay for your first year, provided that you do your best in your studies. If your marks are high enough, Albus might be willing to give you a scholarship."

I widened my eyes with surprise. Professor McGonagall was willing to pay for my fees? "Thank you so much! I will do my best!"

As I kept on thanking Professor, I heard Harry ask a question. "There are scholarships in Hogwarts?"

"Of course, Dacey is not the only muggleborn who had parents who are opposed to magic."

"Muggleborn?" he asked.

"A wizard or witch born from Muggle parents. Muggles are those who do not have magic in their blood."

"Are you all deaf?" I had forgotten about my parents being here until Father spoke in a loud voice. "No one is going to that magic school, I said!"

"If you do not allow Harry or Dacey to be taught at Hogwarts, then they would not have control with their magic. As they grow older, their magic will also grow stronger. Do you really want two powerful yet untrained wizard and witch in your home?"

Father paled at the thought. Memories of the ruined kitchen during my birthday must have popped up from his mind. If he didn't allow us to go to Hogwarts, then he might as well expect that the next breakdown I'd have would destroy our house. He was about to shout again, but Mother stepped forward.

"Let them go to Hogwarts."

All of us in the living room looked at Mother. "She's right. They need to learn how to use their magic properly or we might all be in danger."

"But Petunia—"

"Think about it this way," Mother continued. "We won't be seeing them for months."

Father closed his mouth as he considered the idea. "Very well then, but I would not spend a single dime on your magic school."

Professor McGonagall nodded stiffly at my parents before turning to us. "I will come back tomorrow morning and take you to Diagon Alley to buy your requirements. Good day."

She turned around, and with a pop, she disappeared.

I looked at Harry who was wearing the same shocked expression as me. She just disappeared in front of our eyes! Will we learn it in Hogwarts too? Oh lord, we're going to Hogwarts. I let that sink in my mind for a while. We were going to learn magic!

"We are allowing you to go to Hogwarts on two conditions," Father suddenly said. "One, you are not to bring any of your freakishness in this house during the summer, and two, you are to stay in your room and leave us alone."

My heart sank. I knew that they both hated magic but I didn't know that it was enough to cut me out of the family. I was their daughter! I thought after a few more days, they would stop pretending that I didn't exist.

Suddenly the front door opened. "Mum, Dad, I'm back—Dacey! What are you doing out of your room? Are you okay now? Are you not ill now?"

I furrowed my brows at Dudley, who had returned home and immediately walked towards me. But what was he saying about me being ill?

"What do you mean?" I asked him.

"Well, Dad told me you caught a really bad disease, that's why you broke all the plates when they didn't let you come to the zoo, then you stayed at your room always. I did want to come check up on you but Mum told me not to because I might get it," Dudley grabbed my arm, but not tightly. "Are you okay now? I was worried, I haven't seen you for weeks!"

I stared at Dudley. The same Dudley who had been by my side since birth but I had never noticed that. The same Dudley that I hated for having the better toys. The same Dudley that I had thought didn't care about me.

It was like a dam that had kept my tears at bay exploded and I broke down into tears. All this time, I had thought my whole family had turned their back on me. But here was Dudley, tricked into thinking that I was ill, and was concerned about me.

"Why are you crying?" I heard panic in Dudley's voice. At the same time, I heard someone sniff at my right side.

"You thought I was ill?" I said in between tears.

"Well, yeah. Dad said you had caught something."

"That isn't true," I told him. "Remember that Hogwarts letter I got on our birthday?"

Dudley nodded. "Mum told me it was a prank. What about it?"

"Well, it wasn't," I wiped my tears on my shirt. "Dudley, I'm a witch."

"That's not a nice thing to say to yourself. You may be annoying, but you're not a witch."

I couldn't help laughing. "You think I'm annoying?" It was funny that we both thought that each other was annoying.

"Yeah, you're always reading a book and you hardly play with me, even when I ask you to. And I see you spend more time with him," he pointed at Harry.

I made a mental note to spend more time with Dudley, after having a completely different opinion about him. "I'm sorry for being annoying then. But it's not that kind of witch. I'm literally a witch. I have magic."

"But magic is not real!"

"I thought so too, at first. But I didn't mean to destroy the kitchen back then, it was magic. I was so upset at being left behind that my magic apparently exploded."

Dudley's eyes lingered at mine before looking at Mother and Father. "But you told me Dacey was ill!"

"I didn't want you to be exposed to her!" Father said.

"But she's still Dacey! She's still my sister. Nothing has changed except for her knowing some magic tricks, which I think is a bit cool," he turned to me with excitement in his eyes. "Can you do some stuff like those in my video games? You know, set something on fire? Or teleport? Or—"

I interrupted his sentence with a fierce hug. I can't believe it. Dudley didn't think I was weird. He thought I was cool. He was excited as I was about magic. My brother stood by my side.

"I'm sorry for thinking that you didn't care," I whispered to him.

"Of course I care, you're my sister. You're family. And I love my family," Dudley said. "But not Harry," he quickly added.

I laughed tearfully at him. I doubt Harry would mind if he finds out that Dudley didn't love him.

"I have magic too."

Both Dudley and I looked at Harry.

"You?" Dudley snorted. When he realized that I didn't laugh with him, he looked at me. I nodded at him.

"That's unfair! Why do you both have magic while I don't!" he then went to complain to Mother and Father, who were uncomfortable and furious, respectively, with Dudley's whining. Who would have thought that Dudley wanted to be magical too?

"Stop being ridiculous, Dudley!" Father shouted at him before going to the dining room to continue eating dinner.

Dudley looked at Father like he was weird for thinking that magic is ridiculous. Then he went back to complaining.

I looked at the both of them, watching their interaction with envy. Mother had caught my eyes once, staring at me with a sort of guilt on her face before turning back to drag Dudley to the dining room. The idea of food stopped him from his ramblings about magic. He turned to look at me. "Sis, aren't you coming?"

I shook my head, knowing that Mother and Father are still not okay with me being magical. Dudley told me to make sure I eat something before going to sleep, then he went to eat dinner.

Harry and I both went to our now shared room. As soon as I closed the door, I slid down to the floor and let the tears flow again. This time, it was because of joy.

I thought I had lost my family. I thought I was alone, but Dudley was still there for me. And now, so is Harry. Maybe if I showed Mother and Father the beauty of magic, they would come to accept Harry and I. Maybe if I make them proud, they would be happy with me going to Hogwarts.

And soon, maybe my family will be whole again.

But it would take time, especially on their side. But it was okay for me, knowing that everything would be back to normal, with the exception of Harry being bullied or mistreated.

It was enough for me.

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