I have to admit, I've gotten into this story :) Don't worry my HTTYD and ROTG fans, updates to those two fandoms' stories shall be updated soon. In the meantime, more of Jemma's adorableness coming up!

And, in reply to PrincessAnime8's review, Jemma will get to go to the wizarding world – in Prisoner of Azkaban ;)

Until that chapter, enjoy this!

NOTE: I DO NOT OWN Harry Potter. ALL RIGHTS GO TO J.K. Rowling AND Warner Bros.


Chapter Four: Magic is Real

When Harry left with Hagrid, his Aunt and Uncle were relieved. The family went back to Privet Drive and tried to go back to their normal lives. The only problem was when Harry came back, with all of his school things, and they had to drive him to London to board the train to Hogwarts.

Jemma didn't mind the long drive. She sat next to Harry for the whole trip (Dudley made sure to stay as far away from the two as possible) and she got to meet Hedwig, her cousin's pet Snowy Owl. And, in hushed tones, Harry told her about his trip to Diagon Alley where he got his books, his robes, Hedwig, and his wand.

"It was incredible, Jemma. This whole place was hidden behind a brick wall in London and Hagrid tapped it with his umbrella and, then, it was there. Then we were at this pub and…everyone recognized me. It was strange being recognized by all those people, though, so I was a bit relieved to leave with Hagrid to get my wand. We were at this shop, Ollivander's, and there were loads of them. I had to try out several until I found the right one," her cousin told her, his emerald green eyes bright. "Can I see it, Harry?" Jemma asked excitedly. "See what, Jem?" Harry asked, wondering which of his new Hogwarts things his little cousin wanted to see. "Your wand! Can I see your wand?" Jemma chirped. Smiling, Harry pulled it out of his coat pocket. It was made out of holly wood and was 11 inches long, a very enchanting thing to look at. Jemma looked at the wand in awe before Harry handed it to her.

"Here, you can hold it," Harry smiled at her. Jemma grinned and reached out to take the wand before her mother craned her neck to look behind at the back seat, where the three cousins were seated, and saw her. "Jemma Dursley, don't you dare touch that…that…thing!" Petunia told her daughter sternly before sharply looking at Harry. "And you! Put it away!" she ordered. Harry reluctantly pocketed his wand and gave Jemma and apologetic look. Jemma looked a bit disappointed but she still managed a smile and said, "I bet you'll be able to cast a lot of cool spells with your wand, Harry."

King's Cross Station was busy as usual when the Dursleys dropped off Harry at Platform 9. But, looking at Harry's ticket, Jemma was confused while the rest of her family ridiculed her cousin.

"Platform 9 ¾? Have you ever heard such a thing?" Vernon laughed, publicly ridiculing his nephew, before leaving with his family. Jemma, on the other hand, thought hard before looking at Harry. "Maybe, like when Hagrid revealed the entrance to Diagon Alley, there's a magic way to get to Platform 9 ¾," she suggested. Harry nodded before kneeling down to Jemma's eye level. "You better go with your family…" he said, sad to have to leave his younger cousin. "You're my family, too, Harry," Jemma said softly and that was when Harry knew that, while his Aunt Petunia, Uncle Vernon, and Cousin Dudley were going to treat him twice as horribly as before when he got back from his first year in Hogwarts, he would always have a ray of sunshine in the form of little Jemma back at 4 Privet Drive.

Smiling, Harry gave Jemma one last hug. "I'll write to you soon, Jem," he promised. "Okay, Harry. Love you," Jemma said sweetly and brushed her hand against Harry's scar again before giving him a little kiss on the nose, giggling. Then Harry let go of her as his Aunt Petunia came to take her. "Bye!" Jemma waved to him until she and her family left the station. And Harry waved back, mouthing, "Love you, too."


When they arrived home, the Dursleys had a "family meeting" in the living room.

"From this moment on, we do not speak of the boy. Any letter we get from him gets thrown out. Any talk of him will not be allowed," Mr. Vernon Dursley said sternly, his wife and son nodding solemnly. Only Jemma objected and said, "But Harry said that he was going to write to me. And why can't we talk about him? Shouldn't we be happy for him?"

Mrs. Petunia Dursley sighed and gently placed her hand on Jemma's shoulder. "Jem dear, as much as we know how much you adore the boy, your father and I only want to keep you safe. What the boy can do it's…it's not natural. And he'll be a bad influence to you in the long run," she said in, what seemed to Jemma, a condescending tone. Jemma's brown eyes flashed in anger and she abruptly stood up from her chair.

"The boy, Mummy and Daddy, is my cousin Harry. And if you all think he's a bad influence then, clearly, there's something wrong with all of your heads."

Petunia gasped and put a hand to her chest and Dudley's eyes widened to the size of saucers while Vernon's face turned hot pink. Jemma merely stood up straight, hands on her hips, and glared at her family. "Jemma Marie Dursley, I forbid you to speak of magic and the boy for as long as you're under my roof!" the Dursley patriarch all but blew up at his five-year-old daughter's face. "Magic is real! And Harry's going to be the best wizard ever! I may not be magic but I certainly know it exists and you can't stop me from writing to Harry and you can't stop him from writing to me while he's at his school!" Jemma shouted back.

'SLAP!'

"Vernon!" Petunia shrieked in horror while Dudley nearly fell out of his chair in shock. Vernon's face was all purple now but rapidly paled when he saw Jemma sprawled out on the carpet, holding her stinging right cheek, and realized what he'd done. But before Vernon could splutter an apology, Jemma sprang to her feet and bolted. Locking her bedroom door, Jemma threw herself onto her bed and cried.

"Magic is real…I know it is…" Jemma cried softly to herself. Suddenly she heard chirping and got her face out of the pillow she'd been crying into. A robin had perched on her windowsill and was looking at her curiously. Silently making her way to the windowsill, Jemma engaged in a staring contest. Finally, after a full minute-and-a-half, the robin chirped at her. "Hello to you, too, Ms. Flitteron," Jemma smiled. The robin, Ms. Flitteron, chirped back. "Oh, I'm just sad because I miss my cousin Harry. He's at this magic school now but my parents don't want me talking about him or about magic. They've always been so horrid to Harry…" Jemma explained. Ms. Flitteron then hopped closer to Jemma so she could pet her. "My family doesn't want to believe in magic but I do. What do you think I should do, Ms. Flitteron?" Jemma asked the bird. Ms. Flitteron let out a few chirps and sang a robin's song before flying off.

Jemma smiled. She knew what to do. And that was to believe in magic no matter what everyone said. She would be called strange for sure but so what?

Jemma always loved to be strange.


After apologizing profusely, Jemma's parents reluctantly allowed Harry's letters to be read by Jemma so long as she read them while the rest of the family wasn't around. Hedwig came by a week later with Harry's first letter and after feeding Hedwig a bit of her leftover cereal Jemma went upstairs to her room with the envelope. After admiring the fancy lettering and wax seal on it, Jemma opened the envelope and sat down at her desk and began to read.

Dear Jemma,

I hope you're doing well back there. My first night at Hogwarts, I found myself wide awake, and thinking of how you were doing and if Dudley had started picking on you again. But I know you, Jem. You know every trick in the book to outsmart that pig in a wig any day.

When you and your family left, I found myself hopelessly lost. How was I going to find a train platform with the number 9 ¾? Luckily, I met this nice wizarding family and they taught me how to get to the platform. Turns out you have to run straight into the wall between Platforms 9 and 10! You were right, Jem! There's a magic way to get to Platform 9 ¾. On the train, I met Ron Weasley, who's the youngest son of the same family who helped me get to the right train platform, and Hermione Granger, this very clever girl. They're really nice and, like in Diagon Alley, they knew about me before I even met them. It's strange being famous when you don't know what you're famous about.

Well, Hagrid told me about why I'm famous back in Diagon Alley. I'm sorry that I couldn't tell you when I came back to Privet Drive last week. Also, I'm not sure if you'd want to know about it. The story Hagrid told me is kind of scary and I think I should keep it a secret…at least until you tell me that you want to know.

All right, back to the train ride. It was a pleasant journey as Ron and I feasted on all sorts of wizard sweets. I'll buy you a box of Bertie Bott's Every Flavor Beans (and Ron's serious about them meaning Every Flavor – there's spinach, liver, tripe, and bogey flavored ones!) and some Chocolate Frogs before I head back there for the summer. I think you'd like that very much. When the train arrived at the station, Hagrid was there to lead us to the boats.

And, Jemma, Hogwarts is actually a school built inside a castle and it's amazing. The ceiling, when we entered the Great Hall, was enchanted to look like the night sky. Hermione told me that she had read about it in this book, "Hogwarts: A History", and that got me thinking of finding a copy for you. I know you love to read. Maybe I'll let you take a look at my books when I get back, provided that your parents will let me.

There are these four houses in Hogwarts that you have to be sorted in: Gryffindor, Hufflepuff, Ravenclaw, and Slytherin. How did we get sorted, you ask?

Through the Sorting Hat!

And, mind you, this is no ordinary hat. Once it's placed on your head, the Sorting Hat talks! Hermione and Ron got sorted into Gryffindor while this other boy I met, Draco Malfoy, got sorted into Slytherin. I actually met Malfoy in Diagon Alley when I was getting fitted for my robes. I think I should tell you about him so you'll know to avoid him if you ever see him, Jem. I don't think I like Malfoy that much. He looks like bad news. Anyway, I was really nervous when my name was called. I was muttering under my breath, "Not Slytherin…Not Slytherin…Anything but Slytherin…" the whole time. I think the Sorting Hat wanted to sort me into Slytherin but, thankfully, he took my choice into account and sorted me into Gryffindor. Hermione and Ron were very happy with that. I think I can already consider them my friends.

Ron's a good bloke and he's helping me get accustomed to magic, teaching me how to play wizard's chess and how some magical items work, while Hermione's been a great help in my lessons. I swear that she's a magical version of Einstein reincarnated!

The teachers are pretty nice, too, and the classes are interesting. I'd tell you more but I'm afraid I have to go do my homework. I'll write to you about the teachers and classes in Hogwarts in my next letter. And maybe I'll write about Quidditch, too. Until then, I made a few drawings of the four houses' symbols and included them in this letter along with my first Chocolate Frog card. Incidentally, I got Albus Dumbledore and he's the Headmaster of Hogwarts. Write to you soon.

Your Cousin,

Harry

PS: Don't be surprised when Dumbledore suddenly disappears from his card. He can't stick around forever y'know.

Included in the envelope, like Harry had written, were four folded sheets of parchment paper and a small, colorful, pentagon-shaped card with the face of an old bespectacled wizard that had a beard almost as bushy white as Santa Claus'. "Funny wizard," Jemma giggled and placed the card near the opened envelope. Unfolding the parchment papers, Jemma's brown eyes widened as she gazed at the Gryffindor Lion, the Hufflepuff Badger, the Ravenclaw Raven, and the Slytherin Serpent. After looking at the drawings and deciding to try copying them for her art class, Jemma grabbed some paper to write back to Harry. When she stopped writing for a moment, Jemma glanced at the Chocolate Frog card.

Like Harry had warned her, Dumbledore wasn't there.

When she finished writing her letter and rolling it up, Jemma wondered how she would mail it to Harry. Luckily for her, Hedwig came to her window. The Snowy Owl hooted and ruffled her plumage. "Sorry for taking so long, Hedwig," Jemma apologized as she attached her letter to Hedwig's leg. Once Hedwig took flight, Ms. Flitteron came back for her daily chat with Jemma.

"Oh, Ms. Flitteron! I have so much to tell you!" the youngest Dursley smiled and began to tell her little friend about school and, most of all, her cousin Harry and his letter.


Harry smiled as Hedwig arrived with the rest of the owls. When he saw the rolled up letter attached to his owl's leg, Harry knew that Jemma had gotten his letter. Finishing breakfast, he found a quiet spot to read it.

Dear Harry,

Thank you so much for your letter. I'm glad you found your way to Platform 9 ¾ after I left. I was afraid you'd gotten lost or missed your train. And it was such fun to read your letter! I felt like I was right there with you. Ron and Hermione sound like nice people. I wish I could meet them. Maybe during summer, we can invite them over for tea and I can ask them about life in the wizarding world.

Hold up, I probably shouldn't for two reasons. One being Mummy and Daddy having a fit and the other being me too eager, but can you blame me? I'd love to know more about magic!

I love your drawings! I'm thinking of copying them for my art class, which I hope you don't mind.

Harry, I'm not going to lie to you. Mummy and Daddy don't want me talking about you or about magic while in the house. Dudley's taken to picking on me more now that you're gone but it's okay. I know how to lock myself in my room and survive a few hours in solitary confinement. And I'm not really alone. I have Ms. Flitteron to keep me company. She's a robin and I can talk to her and she can talk to me.

I know, crazy, right?

I don't know how I can do it but I can understand what Ms. Flitteron says (or, more accurately, chirps) to me as if she were human. I think I can understand Hedwig too as she told me to hurry up in sending my letter to you because she had to go back to the Owlery at Hogwarts before it got too late. I'll try to show you how I can talk to birds when you come back. I'll ask Hedwig a question and I'll translate her answer to you!

I wish I could come and visit you when you're not too busy with schoolwork. I'd love to meet Ron and Hermione in person. And I bet you've made lots of new friends as well. I'll make sure to stay away from this Malfoy boy like you told me to. What does he look like? You didn't exactly describe to me how your friends look and I hope you can tell me more about them in your next letter.

Also, thanks for the Chocolate Frog card. Albus Dumbledore…he seems like a nice Headmaster. If I get a chance to visit you in Hogwarts, I hope to meet him.

Don't get into too much trouble, Harry, or I'll give you an earful when you get back to 4 Privet Drive! Be safe and good luck with lessons!

Lots and lots of love,

Jemma

PS: That story Hagrid told you about how you became famous there…I'd like to hear it when you get back.

Harry smiled as Ron and Hermione, his now two best friends in Hogwarts, came to him. "Who's it from, Harry?" Ron asked, looking at the sheet of paper scrawled with a little girl's surprisingly neat handwriting. "Jemma," Harry replied, still smiling. "Oh, your cousin Dudley's younger sister?" Hermione asked this time. Still smiling, Harry nodded. Ron and Hermione read the letter for themselves and couldn't help but smile.

"Well I think it's a good thing you didn't tell Jemma about Hermione's hair. It looks like a wild badger got into it," Ron smirked before yelping as Hermione whacked him in the head with one of her books. Hermione gave Ron a quick glare before seeing how happy Harry was as he held Jemma's letter. "She must be really sweet," she remarked. "The sweetest. She's the only one in the Dursleys who cares about me…" Harry said softly.

And that morning in Hogwarts was spent with Ron and Hermione listening to Harry's tales about a sweet, brown-eyed girl, with a heart of pure gold.


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