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Chapter !: Harry's a Wizard and I'm a Demigod

Now the Dursleys pretend that there all normal. Though there not. at least not Harry and Danielle.

Harry happens to move things around him and Danielle has ADHD.

Veron Dursley isn't even Danielle's real father. Though her mother Petunia is her real mother she never talks about her father.

Veron never cared for Danielle and Harry. He could them freaks and would torment them every so often. Petunia was kind to her daughter but not to Harry on the other hand. Petunia was always focused on the Dursleys son Dudley which they pretend Dudley is Danielle's twin when he isn't.

Petunia had Danielle after she had Dudley. Which surprisingly enough they were both born in the same year so the Dursleys say that there twins when really they aren't;t.

Now Danielle never knew her real father. When she would ask her mother about him Petunia would just say that he's a freak.

Now it was starting out as a normal day for the Dursley family. Though little did they know things will come to them what aren't normal.

Anyway, that morning, it was Dudley's birthday and the whole Dursley family was planning on going to the zoo.

"Oh, here he comes, the birthday boy!" Petunia Dursley gushed as Dudley came into the kitchen.

Vernon Dursley beamed at his son. "Happy Birthday, son!" he greeted Dudley, who giggled along with his mother, as me and Harry entered the kitchen.

"Danielle, dear, come along and sit," Petunia herded her daughter to her seat.

I took one look at my brother and mumbled "Happy Birthday, Dud." Before sticking my tongue out at him.

"Shut up, midget," Dudley muttered and discretely pinched my arm. I retaliated by kicking Dudley's leg under the table.

"Daddy! Danielle kicked me!" Dudley pretended to cry.

"You pinched me!" I pouted, folding my arms across my chest.

Vernon placated his two children while Petunia bossed Harry around. "Why don't you just cook the breakfast, and try not to burn anything," she ordered Harry.

"Yes, Aunt Petunia," the 11-year-old nodded and got to work, frying up some bacon.

Danielle kept her eye on Harry as she poured herself a glass of orange juice while her Mummy carried on with spoiling her big brother.

"I want everything to be perfect for Dudley's special day!"

'He'll find a way to mess it up. He always does. And he always blames me or Harry…' I thought, rolling my brown eyes, as I buttered her toast.

"Hurry up! Bring my coffee, boy!" Her Daddy snapped as Harry took a while in cooking.

"Yes, Uncle Vernon," Harry placed a mug of coffee on the table for his uncle and, with a small smile, slipped into my hand the jam tart he had saved for me. I quickly ate her tart before Vernon noticed and smiled at Harry sweetly.

When breakfast was over, Dudley was led into the living room where a huge pile of presents greeted him.

Me and Harry looked at each other in amazement at the sheer number of presents Dudley got.

"Even I never got that many presents when it was my birthday…" I whispered to Harry, feeling just a little bit jealous.

"Aren't they wonderful, darling?" Petunia asked her sweet boy.

"Apart from the ones from you, I never get any," Harry whispered to me, who gave him a sympathetic look.

"I wish I could get you a birthday present soon. You're turning 11 so I gotta get you 11 presents," I said softly with a smile.

"You don't have to do that, D," Harry smiled, playfully ruffling my shoulder-length black hair.

"I'm still going to try." I giggled.

Dudley looked at the presents piled in the living room and looked at his father with a frown.

"How many are there?" he asked.

"Thirty-six. Counted 'em myself," Vernon Dursley grinned.

Harry quickly covered my ears as Dudley threw another tantrum.

"Thirty-six?! But last year and last year I got thirty-seven!" Dudley shouted.

"Yes, well, some of them are quite bigger than last year's," Vernon tried to placate his son but Dudley merely shouted, "I don't care how big they are!" his face all red.

"Baby…" I mumbled under my breath before Harry gently shushed me so I wouldn't get into trouble.

"Oh, now, now, now. This is what we're going to do, is that when we go out we're going to buy you two new presents! How's that, Pumpkin?" Petunia told her birthday boy sweetly.

"That makes it…" Dudley counted the numbers on his fingers before I said, "Thirty-eight." In a bored tone. Compared to my idiot brother, I was exceptionally bright for my age.

"Right you are, sweetheart," Vernon grinned before frowning and pulled me away from Harry, his frown deepening when I merely went over to Harry's side again.

"This will be a lovely day at the zoo. I'm really looking forward to it," Petunia smiled as she led me and Dudley into the car.

"I want to go see the birds, Mummy. Can we go to the aviary, please?" I asked politely.

"No, I wanna go to the reptile house!" Dudley protested.

"Go if you want. I'm not going in there. I hate snakes," I said, shuddering.

"Now, now, Danielle dear, it's your big brother's special day and we do what he wants," Petunia chided her daughter.

I just nodded and waited for Harry to get in the car. When she saw Vernon pull Harry aside before he got in, my felt her stomach twist into knots. Was Harry being punished again? I certainly hoped not.

When Harry got in the car, I looked at him worriedly. "I'm fine, D. Don't worry," Harry smiled faintly at me.

Taking my cousin's word for it, I managed to smile.

The day was rather pleasant for both Me and Harry. Harry because, for once, he felt like his aunt and uncle were doing their best to tolerate him; me because Harry was able to have fun with the family, even if my mother, Vernon, and Dudley didn't really care for him much. When the family bought ice cream, Vernon let Harry have a cheap lemon ice pop when the lady selling ice cream asked him if he wanted something. And when Dudley threw a tantrum when his knickerbocker glory didn't have enough ice cream on top, he was allowed to finish it while Dudley got another one. I smiled and stayed by Harry's side the whole time, and I witnessed some very unusual things.

For starters, a bunch of people sometimes stared at Harry as they walked about. The way they were looking at my cousin and made me think if Harry was a famous celebrity somewhere. My family didn't look so pleased whenever this happened and got increasingly nervous when someone tipped his cap to Harry.

"Do you know them, Harry? Are they friends of your parents?"

I tugged on Harry's sleeve and gestured to the man who had tipped his hat to my cousin.

"I don't know," Harry shrugged.

I thoughtfully tapped my temple, deep in thought. I knew about Harry's parents. My mother's sister was Harry's mother and Harry told me that they'd died in a car crash, which resulted in his scar. I wished I had gotten to know them. I bet that, if they were alive, Harry would be much happier.

"Danielle, look! The aviary," Harry's voice brought me out of my musings. I looked up to see the entrance to the aviary and smiled. But, before me and Harry could run towards the aviary's entrance, Dudley grabbed us and pulled us to the reptile house.

'I hate snakes, I hate snakes, I ABSOLUTELY hate snakes!' I thought, keeping my eyes shut as I held onto Harry's hand.

"There's nothing to be scared of, D. The snakes are behind glass so they can't hurt you," Harry told me softly.

Daring myself to be brave, I opened my eyes to look at the various snakes hissing and slithering about behind the glass of their terrariums or habitats. The glass protecting me from the snakes did little to calm me down and I mostly looked down at the floor. But, after a while, I relaxed enough to watch a huge yellow-and-white boa constrictor sleep with Harry, Vernon, and Dudley.

"Make it move," Dudley said.

"I don't think it'll like that very much," I said quietly as Vernon rapped on the glass.

"Move," Vernon said crossly.

Dudley, then, rapped on the glass harder and said more forcefully, "Move!" making both Vernon and me wince.

"He's asleep!" Harry snapped.

"He's boring," Dudley pouted as he and his father went to check out some of the other reptiles.

"Dudley's a dud," I said blandly, making Harry chuckle.

The snake woke up from its nap and trained its beady black eyes on me and Harry Gulping, I open my eyes.

"Sorry about him. He doesn't understand what it's like, lying there day after day, having people press their ugly faces in on you." Harry apologized to the snake.

I thought it was kind of funny that my cousin was talking to a snake and looked up. To minds and Harry's amazement, the snake lifted its head up and looked directly at them.

"Whoa…" I breathed out and looked at Harry, who looked just as amazed as I was.

"Can you…hear me?" Harry asked the snake, who nodded.

"That's incredible…" I whispered as Harry had a conversation with the snake.

"It's just…I've never talked to a snake before. Do you…I mean…do you talk to people often?" Harry asked the snake haltingly, receiving a shake of the head from the snake.

"Harry, how are you doing that?" I asked, brown eyes wide in awe. Harry, once again, shrugged. "Keep talking to it. I want to see if I can understand the snake, too," I said eagerly.

And Harry continued talking to the snake. "You're from Burma, aren't you? Was it nice there? Do you miss your family?" Harry asked the snake.

To answer Harry's last question, the snake motioned with its head to a sign nearby that said 'Bred in captivity'.

"Oh…" I said and looked at the snake sadly.

"I see. That's me as well. I never knew my parents, either," Harry said to the snake.

Then Dudley noticed the boa constrictor his cousin and sister were talking to and excitedly raced over to it, knocking both me and Harry to the floor!

"Mummy, Dad, come here! You won't believe what this snake is doing!" he exclaimed excitedly.

I was about to tell Dudley off when Harry placed a gentle but firm hand on my arm and shook his head.

What happened next was something that Danielle Dursley would never forget.

One minute the glass keeping Dudley out of the snake's territory was there and, the next, it disappeared!

"Whoa! Ahh! Ahh!" Dudley screamed, falling into the pool of water in the snake's enclosure! I covered my mouth to block out a laugh before paling and scrambling to Harry's side as the snake got out. It slithered across the floor before stopping in front of the two children.

I heard the snake hiss and Harry replied, "Anytime." Making me wonder if Harry had some sort of magic that could make him talk to snakes before Harry pulled me close to him as the snake slithered away.

"SNAKE!"

I ignored the screams as people hastened to get away from the escaped reptile and looked at Harry. "What just happened?" I asked. Harry wasn't really sure and shrugged once more.

Then they saw Dudley get up and try to get out only to see that the glass was back, trapping Dudley inside the snake's former enclosure!

Now that got I giggling along with Harry as they watched Dudley pound on the glass with his fist and scream, "Mum, Mummy!"

Aunt Petunia saw him and screamed herself before rushing to the enclosure. While those two were panicking, Vernon took notice of me and Harry who were still grinning in amusement.

One glare, however, wiped the grins from our faces.

I could already tell that Harry was going to be blamed for this and tried to say something but Vernorn merely hauled me to my feet and pulled me away from Harry.

When they arrived home, Petunia quickly brought a bundled up Dudley inside to get him some dry clothes. I entered the house next, followed by Harry and Vernon.

"Upstairs, now!" Vernon shouted at me.

I was ready to refuse but a pleading look from Harry made me go upstairs. But, once I was out of my father's sight, I stopped and watched as Vernon painfully grabbed Harry by the hair.

"Ow!"

I grabbed my own head as if I had been the one grabbed by the hair.

"What happened?!" Vernon demanded.

"I swear I don't know!" Harry yelped when his uncle tightened his grip on his hair. "One minute the glass was there and then it was gone! It was like magic!"

With a scoff, Vernon shoved Harry into his cupboard and locked it. "There's no such thing as magic!" he snapped, closing the little air slit, and marching off into the kitchen for a drink.

Once Vernon was gone, I hurried down the stairs and cleverly undid the lock on the air slits. I couldn't unlock the door, though, as I still had to learn the basics of lock picking. Harry's bright green eyes locked on her brown ones as they stared at each other in silence for a few seconds.

Finally, I asked the question we've both been asking ourselves.

"It was magic, wasn't it?"

Harry didn't say anything but he nodded once.

I nodded as well before asking worriedly, "Are you okay, Harry?"

"I'm fine, D. I'm fine," Harry replied to me.

I had been outside the house on the front porch, watching the street for the ice cream man, when I saw an owl fly by the house. A letter was then promptly dropped into the letterbox along with the rest of the mail.

'It must be a mail owl…' I thought as I saw the owl land a few feet away from the house. The owl hooted and I giggled as it flew away.

"Harry, an owl delivered a letter to us!" I said excitedly, entering the house, as Harry collected the mail. When his eyes caught sight of an envelope with his name on it, Harry blinked in confusion.

I saw the envelope as well and my brown eyes widened.

"I think that's what the owl delivered!" I said in awe, running my fingers against the fancy creamy white paper. Harry took the rest of the mail to the kitchen and placed it on the kitchen table. He kept his letter and rounded the kitchen table to read it.

"Ah, Marge is ill. Ate a funny whelk," Vernon announced as he read the mail.

Then Dudley saw Harry's letter and ran to grab it. I saw her Dudley coming and tried to stop him but Dudley merely shoved me aside!

"Owww!" I yelped, hitting my head on one of the table legs. Harry knelt to help me get up when Dudley seized his letter and ran off with it.

"Dad, look! Harry's got a letter!" Dudley announced.

"Hey, give it back! It's mine!" Harry protested, still helping me up.

"That's Harry's letter, you Dud! Give it back!" I shouted angrily before wincing as her head ached.

"Oh, Danielle dear! What happened to you?" Petunia took some ice from the kitchen fridge and wrapped it in cloth to put to my aching head. "

Dudley pushed me and I hit my head! And he stole Harry's letter!" I said crossly.

Vernon laughed as he looked at Harry. "Yours? Who'd be writing to you?" he asked as he examined the letter, which read:

MR. H. POTTER

The cupboard under the stairs

4 Privet Drive

Little Whinging

SURREY

"How'd they know your exact address?" I asked curiously.

Harry wasn't sure what to say and looked at his Aunt Petunia and Uncle Vernon. While I looked curious, the rest of the Dursleys looked nervous.

The next day, I watched as another owl swooped by and dropped in another letter for Harry.

"Whoever's writing to Harry, they must be very important…" I said to myself before heading inside.

To my dismay, Vernon had already collected the letters and was ripping them up.

"Daddy, just give Harry his letter and let him read it. There's no harm in letting him read his own mail," I said.

"Letting that freak read his own mail is harm enough, Danielle darling," Vernon said gruffly as he ripped the letters until they were nothing but bits of paper.

"Don't call him a freak," I said, glaring at her stepfather for once.

"Listen to me here, young lady, that boy is nothing but trouble. You'd do well to listen to me and your mother for once and just stay away from him," Vernon said, his face turning red, trying not to be cross with his little girl. Too bad I was stubborn and stomped her foot on the floor.

"Harry is my cousin! And you can't make me stay away from him! He's family!" I said as strongly as she could before striding past Vernon.

Sunday morning, the whole family was sitting around in the living room while Harry served them cookies. I was reading and looked up from my book when my father said, "Fine day, Sunday. In my opinion, the best day of the week." Before rolling my eyes and going back to my book.

"Why is that, Dudley?" Vernon asked his son, who shrugged. "Danielle, dear?" Vernon then turned to me, which I ignored him.

Harry handed his uncle a cookie and quietly asked, "Because there's no post on Sundays?"

Vernon happily replied, "Ah, right you are, Harry. No post on Sunday. Hah! No blasted letters today. No, sir."

I sighed before seeing Harry stop at the window. Joining him by the window, I gasped at the multitude of owls outside. There had to be millions of them!

"No, sir. Not one blasted, miserable—"

Vernon Dursley had just said those words when a letter shot out of the fireplace and zipped right past him. Glancing at the owls one more time.

I looked at Harry as a rumbling sound came from the fireplace. "Brace yourselves," I whispered to Harry just as zillions of letters came shooting out of the fireplace!

Dudley and Petunia screamed and scrambled onto the couch, the former jumping onto the latter's lap. Vernon was just as panicked as his wife and son were and was frantically trying to stem the flow of letters coming forth from the fireplace. Only me and Harry weren't afraid and were watching the letters float about in the air.

"Quick! Grab one!" I told Harry, jumping up and down.

Following his younger cousin's advice, Harry jumped onto the coffee table, grabbed a letter, and made a run for it.

"Vernon, stop!" I frantically tugged Vernon's robe but Vernon broke free from her grasp and chased after Harry, bellowing, "Give me that! Give me that letter!"

Harry managed to make it to his cupboard, where he could hope to read his letter in peace, but his Uncle Vernon grabbed him!

"Get off!" Harry protested, flailing about.

"Let him go, Daddy, and let him read his letter!" I said.

The letters now completely invading the house and filling every nook and cranny up with them.

"They're my letters! Let go of me!" Harry's pleas fell on deaf ears.

Vernon shouted, "That's it! We're going away! Far away! Where they can't find us!" his face as red as a tomato.

My brown eyes widened in shock while my mother had turned pale.

"Daddy's gone mad, hasn't he?!" Dudley squeaked in fright.

Harry helplessly struggled in his Uncle Vernon's arms as his letter was, once again, taken.

There was barely enough time for the family to pack their things as the house was overflowing with letters. All I managed to pack were a few clothes, shoes, and a book about the Greek Gods and Goddess before me and the family moved to a lonely little shack near a lighthouse by the sea. And, to make matters worse, Harry was treated more harshly than ever before and it broke my heart.

That's why, on the night before Harry's 11th birthday, I surprised him with a homemade birthday card.

"I'm sorry I couldn't give you those 11 presents I promised. I hope this makes up for it," I said shyly as she handed Harry his card.

Harry smiled as he held it up to the little bit of light from the small torch we had between us. It was a simple birthday card, really, with a crayon drawing of Harry, a birthday cake with 11 candles on top of it, and the words 'Happy Birthday, Harry!' scrawled at the card's very top in red and yellow crayon.

"This more than makes up for it, D," Harry smiled and gave his cousin a hug.

The two of them then got to work, drawing a birthday cake in the dirt.

"I wish we could have a real cake, though…Dirt doesn't sound like a good-tasting cake," I sighed before hearing the beep from Dudley's watch.

It was 12:00AM. His birthday.

"Make a wish, Harry," he said quietly to himself and blew the dirt candles on the cake.

Suddenly a loud thump came from the door!

Jumping up in surprise, Harry quickly pulled me behind him as Dudley woke up. When another thump sounded from the door, both Harry and Dudley jumped and I tightened my grip on Harry's shirt.

'Please let it be just the storm…Please let it just be the storm…' I thought fearfully as I watched lightning flash outside the window.

Petunia and Vernon came downstairs, Vernon wielding a gun, before the door suddenly banged open and a giant man came in.

"Sorry 'bout that," the giant man apologized before putting the door, which had fallen down, back upon its hinges.

"Whoa…" I breathed out before Harry blocked my view of what I supposed was a giant.

"I demand that you leave at once, sir! You are breaking and entering!" Vernon spat out and pointed his gun.

The giant man merely took it from him and bent it!

"Neat!" I said, amazed before Harry gently but firmly placed a hand over my mouth.

"Dry up, Dursley, you great prune," the giant man said as the gun let out a shot!

"Ahhh!" the rest of the family screamed, except for me as Harry was covering her mouth.

"Mmph! Mmmff…" I tapped on Harry's hand, making him uncover my mouth.

Once she was able to talk freely, I went straight to the man and asked, "Are you a giant?" her big brown eyes wide with curiosity.

"Danielle, get away from him!" Petunia screamed.

The giant man chuckled and gently patted my head with a meaty hand. "Half-giant, ma'am. A lovely book you got there," he said, gesturing to my book which was about Greek Gods and Goddess, which Harry had been reading to her before it got too dark. "

Thank you, sir!" I said politely, smiling. It wasn't every day I got to meet a half-giant and here I was meeting one!

The giant man then looked at Dudley and smiled. "Mind, I haven't seen you since you was a baby, Harry, but you're a bit more along than I would have expected. Particularly 'round the middle!" he greeted Dudley.

"I-I-I'm not Harry," Dudley said nervously.

I tugged on the giant man's sleeve and pointed to her cousin.

"I-I am," Harry stuttered.

The half-giant man smiled. "Oh, well, of course, you are! Got something for ya. 'Fraid I might have sat on it at some point! I imagine that it'll taste fine just the same," he said, handing Harry a white box tied with a thin blue ribbon.

Harry carefully opened it.

The strange guest said, "Baked it myself, words and all. Heh."

Revealing a pink frosted chocolate cake with the words 'Happee Birdae Harry' in green icing. Harry smiled widely. He had never gotten a real birthday cake before!

"Thank you!" he looked up at the man and smiled. "It's not every day that your young man turns eleven, now is it?" the half-giant winked at him.

I was smiling as well. Finally, someone was treating Harry to something he rightfully deserved!

"Have a seat, sir! You must be very tired," I said, gesturing to a couch.

"Thank you, kind lass," the half-giant smiled at her and sat on the couch, squashing it, before taking out his umbrella. With two 'poofs!' the cold fireplace was ablaze.

"Whoa, that was like magic!" I exclaimed, eyes wide in wonder.

Harry put the cake down and stood next to ms, in case I needed to be protected, and carefully asked, "Excuse me, who are you?"

"Rubeus Hagrid. Keeper of Keys and Grounds at Hogwarts. 'Course you'll know all about Hogwarts," the half-giant, Hagrid, said.

"Sorry, no," Harry said, shaking his head.

"No?" Hagrid blinked his beady eyes at him before saying, "Blimey, Harry, didn't you ever wonder where your mum and dad learned it all?"

I cocked my head to the side in confusion. How did Hagrid know about Harry's parents?

"Learnt what?" Harry asked, confused but curious.

"You're a wizard, Harry."

My brown eyes widened the same time as Harry's green.

"I-I'm a what?" Harry asked, completely baffled.

"A wizard. And a thumping good one at that, I'd wager. Once you train up a little," Hagrid told him with a proud smile.

"Harry's magic?" I asked, eyes wide, to which Hagrid nodded.

But Harry, himself, had a hard time believing it. "No, you've made a mistake. I can't be...a-a wizard. I mean, I'm just... Harry. Just Harry," he said, wondering if he had fallen asleep and was having a weird dream.

Hagrid then looked at him knowingly. "Well, Just Harry, did you ever make anything happen? Anything you couldn't explain when you were angry or scared?" he asked.

At Hagrid's question, I spoke up. "Once when I was picked on by Dudley when I was three, Harry cheered me up by giving me flowers he grew from his hand. He just opened his palm and a daisy grew! It was very pretty!" she said. Harry smiled a bit and playfully ruffled his younger cousin's hair.

Seeing the letter, I fixed a pointed stare at her family as if daring them to stop Harry from reading. Once he was sure his Uncle Vernon and Aunt Petunia weren't going to stop him, Harry opened the envelope and read the letter.

"Dear, Mr. Potter. We are pleased to inform you that you have been accepted at Hogwarts' School of Witchcraft and Wizardry!"

I gasped in amazement before her father stood up.

"He'll not be going! We swore when we took him in wed put an end to this rubbish!" Vernon exclaimed crossly.

"What?" My mouth dropped open in shock. Vernon had known about this? Why hadn't he told Harry?

"You knew? You knew all along and you never told me?" Harry rounded on his Aunt and Uncle, feeling confused and shocked all at the same time.

Aunt Petunia, standing up, decided to come clean. "Of course we knew. How could you not be? My perfect sister being who she was," She began.

I put a hand to my head, my mind whirling with thoughts. My mother's sister, Harry's mother, had been magic and the family kept it a secret all this time…

"Oh, my mother and father were so proud the day she got her letter. We have a witch in the family. Isn't it wonderful? I was the only one to see her for what she was. A freak! And then she met that Potter, and then she had you, and I knew you'd be just the same, just as strange, just as...abnormal. And then, if you please, she went and got herself blown up! And we got landed with you," Aunt Petunia told her nephew spitefully.

"Blown up? You told me my parents died in a car crash!" Harry said almost angrily.

"Mother, you lied?" I asked in horror.

"A car crash? A car crash killed James and Lily Potter?" Hagrid repeated, shocked himself.

"We had to tell him something," Petunia said simply.

"It's an outrage! It's a scandal!" Hagrid said, beside himself with anger.

"He'll not be going!" Vernon said firmly.

"Oh, and I suppose a great Muggle like yourself is going to stop him, are you?" Hagrid challenged him.

"Muggle?" Me and Harry both asked.

"Non-magic folk," Hagrid informed the two before looking at Petunia and Vernon. "This boy's had his name down ever since he was born! He's going to the finest school of witchcraft and wizardry in the world, and he'll be under the greatest headmaster Hogwarts' has ever seen: Albus Dumbledore," he told the two.

Out of the corner of her eye, I saw Dudley going for the cake. 'Greedy pig, that Dud…' I thought, shaking my head.

Vernon blew up at Hagrid with, a gun, "I will not pay for some crackpot old fool to teach him magic tricks!" forcing Hagrid's hand.

Whipping out his umbrella and pointing it at Vernon, Hagrid said in a low and dangerous tone, "Never insult Albus Dumbledore in front of me."

Then, seeing Dudley eating Harry's cake, Hagrid pointed his umbrella at the oldest Dursley child's bottom. I couldn't help but laugh as a small burst of magic hit Dudley's rear and, from it, a little gray pig's tail grew!

Oh, and how I delighted in my brother's misfortune.

Me and Harry were both laughing, clutching their bellies, as Petunia and Vernon chased after a frightened Dudley.

Hagrid looked a bit sheepish and awkwardly said, "Oh, um, I'd appreciate it if you didn't tell anyone at Hogwarts about that. Strictly speaking, I'm not allowed to do magic,"

"Okay." I said. "Your secret's safe with me."

Hagrid smiled before seeing the clock. "Ooh, we're a bit behind schedule. Best be off. Unless you'd rather stay, of course. Hmm?" he asked Harry before heading for the door.

Harry grinned and went to the doorway before looking back and, hearing his Aunt Petunia and Uncle Vernon's frightened screams with Dudley's terrified yelps as they tried to get rid of his tail, grinning again.

."Can I come, too? Even just for a little while?" I asked hopefully.

"Ehm…Sorry, Miss…Miss…" Hagrid started awkwardly before I held out my hand.

"Danielle, Danielle Dursley's is my name, Mr. Hagrid," I introduced myself.

Hagrid shook my hand before sighing. "Sorry, Miss Danielle but…Muggles aren't exactly allowed into the wizard world that much…" he said.

My smile faded and Harry looked up at Hagrid pleadingly.

"Oh…Okay…" I said quietly.

"Can she at least see me off, Hagrid? Or help me look for things I need for school? We can bring her back before I need to leave," Harry managed to say before Hagrid glanced outside.

"I'm 'fraid not, Harry. The Ministry of Magic wouldn't let us take a Muggle in," he said sadly. "But, Danielle, I can tell that you'll do great things."

"You go on with Hagrid, Harry. I'll be okay," I smiled at him.

Harry nodded and knelt down to my eye level. "I'll write every day to you, D. And I'll tell you all about my time in Hogwarts when I get back," he gazed into his my blue eyes, his emerald green eyes reflected back in minds.

"Promise?" I whispered.

"Promise," Harry swore.

"Bye, Harry!" I waved my cousin goodbye as he and Hagrid left.

Now, I stood there in the doorway and I was already looking forward to hearing from Harry about Hogwarts and magic.

Then the screams of my family brought me back to reality.

'Better go try to help Mother and Vernorn get rid of Dud's tail before they lose their heads…' I thought, rolling my eyes, and heading back inside as the storm began to abate.

School was lonely without Harry. I was attending Dudley's school. I didn't make that many friends. Not that I care.

Me and Harry always where the Freaks of the School. But Harry isn't here. Not this time. He's at Hogwarts learning about Magic.

It was a regular day in class. Though before I know it a teacher came by me.

"Mrs please follow me." She said as I followed after her. "Come here Half-Blood!"

I raised my eyes at the world Half-Blood. As I looked around to see where we where I notice that we where somewhere that no one would see us.

"Who is your parent!" She asked again.

"My parents are Petunia and Vernon Dursley," I said my parent's names. The person who I was talking to didn't look convince.

"No I mean your Olympian Parent." She repeated.

I was confused about that. "What do you mean?" I asked.

"You well die Half-Blood!" She said and with that, she transforms. I didn't believe my eyes what I was seeing. Soon the thing was flying after me. I was looking for a place to hide. I didn't know what i should do. Should I go to my parents or go somewhere else. As I was thinking about that a man came up behind us.

"Leave that poor child alone and go to Tartarus." He said. I perk at the word Tartarus. Harry read that to me before as I have ADHD meaning I can't very read well so Harry reads the books for me. It's hard in school but Luckily I have Harry by my side. Or I used to. When we where both in school he would either tell me the answer or pass me a not on what the answer is.

"What happens?" I asked shock as the man turn around to face me.

"Oh my." He said after a while. "Looks like we here have a Half-Blood."

Once when I got to camp half-Blood which felt like a few minutes a girl who looked about my age cane by me.

"Hi, I'm Annabeth Chase and Welcome to Camp Halfblood." She said. She looked to be about 11 my age.

"Hey, Annabeth if you don't mind me asking who's your godly parent?" I asked her.

"Athena." Annabeth reply.

"The goddess of strength and Wisdom?" I asked.

"Yeah, that's her," Annabeth said. "Who do you want as your godly parent?"

"I want Apollo," I answer.

"The god of Phrocheys?" Annabeth asked as I nodded. "Anyways what's your name?"

"My name is Danielle Dursley," I reply.

"How do you like your mortal family?" Annabeth Wondered.

"I d\on't really like them. They're not the best Family. They lied to my Cousin, though I do like my Cousin Harry." I said so that I don't say Hogwarts because Muggles/Mortals shouldn't know about Hogwarts. I only know because my cousin goes there but that's it. Though then again Demigods are not Mortal.

"Well, I don't really like my mortal family," Annabeth said. "I have to younger step-brothers who are twins and my mum doesn't care about me and my father never has any time for me. My mom also never trusts me with a quest." She muttered the last part but I heard her.

"What's a Quest?" I wondered.

"A quests when you go with 3 Demigods to do something that you have to complete to be able to come back to Camp Half-Blood," Annabeth explains. "Sometimes people come back and sometimes people don't. My friend Luke thankfully has come back."

"What about Luke?" I heard a voice once we were at the Hermes cabin for where I'll be staying until I get the claim.

"We were talking about your quest," Annabeth said in a way that I thought she fancied him.

Luke is a tall guy. I think he's somewhere in his nineteen's. I'm not so sure but he's somewhere around there I think.

"Oh, we have a new camper," Luke said as he noticed I was standing next to Annabeth.

"Regular or Undetermined?" Someone inside the Cabin asked.

"Undetermined." Annabeth reply.

"What do they mean by Regular or Undetermined?" I asked.

"Regular means if your a child of Hermes or any minor gods because the minors gods plus Hades don't have any cabins here. Undetermined means that your not claim yet by your godly parent which some people in here aren't yet." Luke explain.

I felt sorry for the people who didn't claim yet. I thought it just seems unfair.

"Well I'll let you get settled in," Annabeth told me as she left. "See you later, D,"

Me and Luke watching as Annabeth left the Cabin.

"We'll Danielle This well be where you well sleep," Luke said as he put a mattress down by her feet.

"Thanks," I reply.

"Your welcome," Luke said.

"Ok going to go and take a walk around the camp," I told him as I went to the door.

"Ok," Luke said as I went out of the cabin.

I may not be a witch but I am a Demigod. And I know that this adventure will be one ride.