Minerva McGonagall wasn't a woman easily surprised. In fact, after seven years of Mauraders and seven years of watching Harry Potter drag Weasley and Granger into his scrapes, Merlin! After surviving the Weasley twins, Minerva McGonagall was certain she was never going to be surprised again.

And yet, she was.

She remembered the first day she'd ever seen Dudley Dursley. An angry, obnoxious child kicking his mother as she dragged him up the street, screaming for sweeties. She was certain this family would destroy the best bits of James and Lily in young Harry, but they hadn't. At least once a year, Minerva had visited Little Whinging. She'd seen the awful way they had treated Harry; the way this boy, now a man, had treated Harry.

Now, he stood before her looking determined, though contrite and nervous too, as he asked to see his cousin.

"Well," she said trimly. "He's not too terribly far. There's a wizarding village not far from here. Rowenan Terra. I suppose you have a vehicle?"

Dudley nodded as Daisy immediately began to beg to come along. Anita looked at him worriedly, but he patted her on the hand.

"My cousin was a good bloke," he reassured her. "If this, ah, Headmistress says it's safe, I trust her. Besides, a car is the safest way I can imagine traveling with one of her kind."

Inwardly, Dudley cringed at his verbiage. He could almost hear his father grumping over the term and his mother calling his aunt a freak.

"How else would they travel?" Anita asked, looking perplexed.

"There's something about fireplaces," Dudley said, shrugging. "And Harry had a broom so I'd assume he rode it. Certainly never used it to clean."

Anita's eyes bugged a bit as Daisy squealed in delight.

"I CAN RIDE A BROOMSTICK LIKE A REAL WITCH?!"

"You are a real witch," Professor McGonagall assured her.

Dudley looked down at his daughter and realized that there was one person in his life that could answer every question his little flower had. It would be silly to deny her access to him.

Truth be told, Dudley had suspected that Daisy was something more, between her ability to somehow climb up every piece of furniture, to never get water in her eyes even when she splashed like mad in the tub, and how her peas would disappear from her plate around age eight when she decided she hated them. Yes, Dudley had suspected, but he didn't know how to reach out to Harry, and was quite certain that Harry would never want to hear from him.

There was no getting around it now, however. His daughter was a wi-, no. He couldn't even think it. His daughter was special and he was going to make sure she had access to someone who would make sense of it all for her.

"Alright, poppet. But you're sitting in the rear with your sister."

Another squeal pierced his ears.

~D~D~D~D~D~D~

The drive to Rowa-whats-it really wasn't terrible, only a half an hour or so.

In the end, the Headmistress had decided it would be best if Dudley visited his cousin without her, and provided directions for him on a bit of parchment. Poppy had asked why she used such funny paper, and the Headmistress had merely harrumphed and touched her wand to it to create the map.

Dudley felt his body clench at the site of the piece of wood. Harry had gotten his revenge on Dudley, surely. Now, he was terrified of sticks.

The house was, well, normal looking. Larger than most, but there was nothing strange about it. It was made of a warm stone, with gables and red window shutters and a white front door.

"Well?" asked Daisy from the backseat. "Let's go! I want to meet Cousin Harry!"

Poppy shrieked and pointed at the front garden. A gnarled, squat creature ran from one rose bush to another, followed by two more. Strange, ugly little creatures they were.

Anita gasped.

Daisy crowed in delight.

"LOOK AT THE LITTLE MEN!"

As Daisy wrestled with the door, Dudley reminded himself that Harry was as grown as he himself was and wouldn't surround his house with anything dangerous.

He hoped.

~D~D~D~D~D~D~

"Daddy, are you going to open the door?"

They'd been standing on the doorstep for a good minute, and Dudley was fidgeting with a coin in his pocket.

"Dudley?" Anita asked softly.

He shook himself and knocked on the door.

There were shouts coming from inside; children if Dudley had to guess. The noise increased drastically as the door opened.

A slouchy shouldered boy with shockingly turquoise hair stood before them and arched an eyebrow.

"AUNT GINNY!" he bellowed over his shoulder and waved them into the foyer.

The house was...lovely. Decorated tastefully with the usual signs of children: a baby doll lay across a sofa, a skateboard leaned against the wall, and maths books strewn on a coffee table. It was, Dudley thought, not terribly dissimilar to his own home.

While Dudley took in the house, Daisy was staring wide eyed at the young man's brightly coloured hair. He looked back at her squeal of delight just in time to see his hair turn bubblegum pink.

"Teddy! You promised you'd practice the sloth grip with us!" accused a girl with vivid red hair, running down the stairs. A boy that looked to be about Daisy's age trailed after her, thick brown curls atop his head.

"Lily, please don't shout," a woman, Dudley assumed her to be the mysterious Aunt Ginny, came in from the rear of the house. She had a wand in her hair and Dudley did his best not to stare.

"Please, Teddy," the little girl made a pair of puppy dog eyes that could rival his Poppy's up at the teenager, Teddy apparently.

Teddy grinned down at her, changed his hair to a vivid red to match her own, and grabbed a broom from a closet.

"No higher than the treetops, dear!" the presumed Aunt Ginny said after them as the three children ran down the hall.

"I'm dreadfully sorry," she said, laughing. "I'm Ginny Potter, and you are?"

"Dudley?"

Harry Potter had arrived.