I kind of like the idea of Dudley's child going to Hogwarts. I've already mentioned Daisy in two fics, but all I told you about her is:

She seemed to know even less about the wizarding world than an average muggleborn first-year. Her parents were afraid of magic and had always told her it was a bad thing. She had been worried when she got her Hogwarts letter, frightened, when her magical realtives came to explain things to her and shaking with fear when she first entered Diagon Alley. By the time she finished doing her shopping, she had fainted twice.

You've never actually seen her. Well, here she is…

Disclaimer: Well, Daisy's mine… All right. But she wouldn't exist without Dudley, who is not mine… Neither is the world where this story happens, etc.

All right… how about just: (insert standard disclaimer here)

There. That's it.

1. The Letter of Doom!

Harry Potter picked up the phone and heard his cousin's voice. He nearly laughed. He was strongly reminded of the time many years ago, when his friend Ron had tried to call him. Dudley's voice coming from the receiver was heard in the whole house. And you would have thought a Muggle would know how to use a telephone…

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Eleven-year old Daisy Dursley lay on her bed, listening. Dad was really furious. His shouting could be easily heard upstairs. And probably in the whole street. Or the whole town maybe. Daisy had been told to go to her room, so that she wouldn't listen to it, but no matter how hard she tried not to listen, she couldn't help hearing one side of the conversation, as her father yelled at somebody on the telephone.

'Leave her alone, you freaks!' he shouted 'She isn't going anywhere! I won't let her!' and then 'No, she doesn't! She's perfectly fine without it and she will stay that way!' He stopped shouting for a moment. Daisy thought that maybe he'd got too tired of shouting already. He had shouted a lot that day after all 'I can't? What do you mean, I can't?' He continued yelling 'She will not! She won't grow up to be a freak like you!… Aaahhh! It's all your fault, Potter!' This was followed by quite a lot of swearing and then a 'What?' and then Mr. Dursley seemed to calm down a bit.

Daisy knew her dad was talking (or screaming) about her. She was sure it had something to do with the Letter. The Letter was important, she knew. She suspected it was going to change her whole life. No matter what her parents said. They had told her it was not important. Dad had spent about half an hour explaining to her that it was 'nothing at all'. And yelling at her. But Daisy's parents loved her very much and she knew they would never yell at her because of a 'nothing at all'. And besides, she just knew it. As soon as she saw the Letter, she knew…

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In fact, she already knew when she woke up that morning, that Something was about to Happen. It scared her. Nothing had ever happened to her before. Her parents did not approve of things happening in their house. They said it was abnormal. So she always assumed it was a bad thing. Her parents were… her parents after all, and they were supposed to know everything better.

When her dad told her to get the post, the feeling that something was different grew even stronger. And then she saw the Letter. It looked different from all other letters. The envelope was quite big. The paper was kind of strange. The ink was green. There was no stamp. And there was a wax seal. This certainly wasn't a normal letter. And it was adressed to Miss D. Dursley. To her! This couldn't be good. Not with parents who would probably think the green ink is weird enough. Ink should be black or dark blue. Green is too… err… too green…

She went back into the house, feeling rather uneasy. Should she tell her parents about the Letter? Or maybe not? Maybe she should go to her room and open it without telling her parents? It wasn't adressed to them after all. Or maybe she should just throw it away and forget about it? But she had a feeling it wouldn't work. But before she decided, wether or not her parents should know about it, her mum saw it.

'What is this, Daisy, dear?' she asked.

'Uh… nothing… nothing at all…'

'Doesn't look like "nothing at all" to me,'(1) dad said looking up from his newspaper.(2)

Her hands shaking slightly, Daisy showed him the letter. He screamed.

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Oh, yes. And that's another reason. Why would her dad scream if it was nothing at all. And of course, nothing at all hardly ever arrives in a mysterious parchment envelope, without a stamp. She knew it. She just knew it. Something was about to happen.

And then something happened. She heard knocking on the door.

'Come in,' she said.

Her father entered the room, looking still a little angry, but also very unsure what he should do.

'Here's your letter,' he said handing her the envelope. She opened it and read. Dear Ms. Dursley, We are pleased to inform you…

'No, no, no!' she thought 'This can't be true!' She looked up at her father.

'It's true,' he told her 'You are a… a…'

'A witch?' she asked.

'Yes,' he said 'I guess that's what it's called. That's what your Uncle Harry calls it…'

'Who's Uncle Harry?' Daisy was quite sure she did not have a relative named Harry.

'My cousin,' her dad explained 'I haven't seen him in a while. He's a… a…'

Daisy noticed that he had some problem with saying magic-realted words.

'A wizard?'

'Yes…'

'You're joking, right?' she said. He had to be joking. There are no wizards. And no witches. And no schools of magic, no matter what the Letter said. But her father hardly ever joked. And he would not approve of a joke as strange as this one.

'I wish I was…' he sighed.

'But there is no such thing as magic!' Daisy was shocked.

'I hoped there wouldn't be for you,' her dad said 'Uncle Harry says he's coming here soon to explain things to you.'

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Daisy found it hard to sleep that night. There were just too many things to think about. The Letter, Uncle Harry, the magic, Hogwarts, or whatever it was called… and probably spellbooks, broomsticks, magic wands and everything… And spells and all other amazing things… Did she just say 'amazing'? She meant 'abnormal' of course!

Or maybe not?

(1) Half an hour later he really regretted saying that.

(2) He did not like reading very much. But it is normal to read the paper in the morning.