"Well, Dudley, what do we do?"

Anita was cradling a glass of sherry in one hand and worrying the fabric of her skirt with the other.

Daisy was due home the following week for the Christmas hols and had asked if they could spend the day after the holiday with the Potters for the Potter-Weasley Boxing Day luncheon and Quidditch match. This wouldn't be an issue, except Dudley's mother always spent the week of Christmas and the New Year with them.

Petunia had obeyed Dudley's demand that she not treat Daisy any differently. While he was certain his mother hadn't overcome a lifetime of mistrust and bitterness in a few short months, Dudley had seen her make the effort to try and overcome her aversion to magic for the sake of her eldest grandchild. There was no special treatment of Poppy nor exclusion of Daisy. Petunia was doing quite well, all things considered.

Dudley wasn't sure that the same would be able to be said if she were to accompany them to the Burrow.

"Perhaps, if we ease her in." Dudley said, finally. "Invite her to dinner with Harry this Friday. Test the waters."

He swirled the brandy in his glass and took a sip.

"If she did go, just imagine her face…"

Anita choked on a snicker, followed by Dudley loosing a few chuckles. A moment of imagining the look on his mother's face when being introduced to the herd of Weasleys had them both guffawing loudly.

"Goodness," Anita cried, dabbing her face with a tissue. "We'd have to take her to a cardiologist first. The gnomes might stop her heart before we even made it up the drive."

Dudley's eyes were streaming as well. "I'm just imagining her talking to Arthur."

Anita lost it again.

"W-w-what is a mag-e-net?" she said, in her best impression, "Why, it's just like magic!"

And that was how a very confused Poppy found her parents draped over one another on the sofa, laughing maniacally.

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

Kings Cross Station was the place to be on the day the Hogwarts Express returned to London. Families of all sized bustled about, shouting directions and encouragements, but none were larger or louder than the Weasley-Potter horde.

"Rose, Albus can tie down his own cage, stop hovering!"

"JAMES! Where is he? Harry, I told you not to give it to him."

"TEDDY YOU STOP THAT RIGHT NOW YOUNG MAN, THIS IS A PUBLIC PLACE!"

"Where is Al? He was just here…"

"HUGO, where is that boy? HUGO!"

"AARRGHHHH!!!! JAMES, DON'T DO THAT YOU SNEAKY BAST--"

"LILY!"

Anita looked more entertained than shocked by the cacophonous reunion, further proof that they were becoming less like outsiders with this newly acquired family branch.

"Daisy, my darling!"

There she was, dressed in normal clothes, eyes bright with excitement, running towards her mother's open arms. She'd grown, Dudley noticed, feeling both proud and sad. She was growing into a young lady, quite without his permission.

Poppy squeezed his hand and he glanced down, smiling.

"Are you alright, daddy?"

"Quite. Just glad your sister is home."

Poppy breathed in and let out a happy sigh.

"Me, too."

"Poppy, do you want to see your presents?" Daisy's voice broke through their thoughts.

There was an inhale of excitement, turned into a sigh of exasperation as Anita threw up a hand.

"Absolutely not. First, we'll get trampled here if we don't get a move on. Second, Christmas is close enough that you can wait."

The two girls groaned in unison.

Anita rolled her eyes but smiled at Dudley. It was good to have both of the girls together again.

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

It was a nightmare having both girls together again.

"I WANT TO TRY IT!"

"Well you CAN'T!"

"But I want to!!"

"It's against the rules! Besides, you're not even eleven yet! No letter, no wand. That's the rules!"

"But I just want to see if I can make sparkles like you did when holding it!"

"IT'S MINE!"

Dudley was staring into the bottom of a sadly empty teacup wondering if it was acceptable to doctor it up a bit before dinner. Daisy had only been home a few hours and already the sibling fights were starting up again.

His girls got along about as well as most siblings did, he supposed, never having had any himself. However, the older they got, the louder and the meaner the squabbles got. After months of zero squabbles, Dudley had weakened his ability to tune it out.

"Well, they seem to be having fun, eh?" Anita said, poking her head in the front door.

Daisy had requested her favorite pudding and Anita had run out to grab the ingredients while Daisy got settled back into her room. Approximately 2.7 seconds later, the fighting had started.

"Remind me why we decided to have more than one?" Dudley asked her, a long-suffering look on his face.

"Because," his wife said, primly, putting on an apron, "We thought it would be more fun for Daisy than being an only child."

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

Christmas Eve arrived with Petunia sweeping into the house in Little Whinging, filling in the remaining free space under the Christmas tree and giving each of the girls small gifts to open after dinner.

She puttered around the house, blooming as she always did with a brood to feed and an icebox to fill.

Her presence kept the magic talk to a minimum, though Christmas as a whole had seemed to do that on its own after the fight over the wand had settled.

Anita had taken the offending object, popped it in Daisy's bag, and stated that it wasn't to be touched by anyone over the holiday since it was against the rules for anyone to do magic in front of a Muggle like herself.

Petunia kept the kitchen toasty and full of delicious smells, thanking Anita for her attempts to help but refusing all the same. It seemed like the only time she had let up was to watch the girls open their presents.

Both girls had gotten iPods from their grandmother, clothes and books from their parents, and Daisy had gotten them all sweets from Honeydukes, courtesy of a third year who had offered to buy things for the younger students who couldn't yet go to Hogsmeade.

It wasn't until after the Christmas dinner had been served, eaten, and cleared away that Dudley finally bolstered up his courage and gave in to the urgent looks Anita had been shooting him all night.

"Mum?"

"Yes, Dudders?" Petunia was sitting primly, drinking her tea whilst Poppy and Daisy played with their new iPods, earbuds drowning out all adult conversations.

"We've been invited to spend Boxing Day with Harry and his extended family."

Her eyes snapped to his and nearly bore a hole straight through his skull.

"I'm sure they'll be dreadfully upset if you don't make it." Her words dripped with sarcasm.

"They might, at that," Dudley said, eyes narrowing straight back at her. "Harry and Ginny have been kind to our family and while I will admit that their extended family is certainly more boisterous than we are used to, they have helped us understand our Daisy's world better and have welcomed us despite the unfortunate past. You refused to accompany us to the Potters for dinner, but the girls and I will not be missing out on this. Daisy and Poppy deserve to spend time with their extended family over the holidays. If you do not want to join us, you are welcome to stay at home, but you should understand the message you are sending to your granddaughter if you refuse to mingle with her magical relatives."

Anita placed her hand over his and squeezed in encouragement.

The twist in Petunia's face suggested she was remembering the tongue incident, or perhaps the phone incident, or maybe even the stamp incident. The scrunch of her nose suggested that she clearly remembered all three.

"And you have been to one of these...gatherings before?"

"Yes," Anita nodded, "We went for Harry's birthday in July, then again for Samhain."

"Samhain?!" Petunia hissed.

"Yes, mum. Samhain," Dudley said, "It wasn't terribly different from the traditions we saw in Inverness that one year. Shocking at this may be, celebrating witchcraft on Samhain isn't a shock when they practice it daily. They are practicing wizards and witches, just like my Daisy."

His tone brooked no argument, and Petunia looked properly chastened.

"I just…" she sighed heavily. "It's all still so strange to me."

"Yes, well, it shouldn't be. It was your genetics that carried the magic, wasn't it? She is this way because of you. And don't," Dudley put up a hand when Petunia opened her mouth, "I'm not blaming you. I'm not angry about it. I'm merely stating a fact. Your sister was a witch, your nephew is a wizard, and now your granddaughter is a witch as well. Clearly, it's from the Evans line."

Petunia pursed her lips and sipper her tea, grimacing when she realized it had gone cold.

Daisy, having kept her earbuds in but the music off so she could listen in, took this moment to chime in with, "Cousin Harry has this wonderful charm that keeps your tea from going cold. It's a mix between a warming and a stasis charm. Mrs. Hermione came up with it. Mr. Ron never remembers to pour the last of the pot so it keeps it from overbrewing."

Petunia looked down at her granddaughter, flabbergasted.

"You get used to it," Dudley quipped.

"So, are you coming with us to the Burrow, Grammie?"

"The Burrow?" Dudley struggled not to laugh at the look on his mother's face.

"Yeah! It's where Mr. Ron and all of his siblings grew up, including Cousin Ginny. It's brilliant!"

"Well…"

Poppy, who was distracted from her iPod with her sister's wild gesticulating.

"Please say you'll come!" Poppy whined. "The Burrow is my favorite."

With a long suffering sigh, Petunia nodded.

Dudley would not think of her chatting with Arthur. He would not or, God help him, he would spit his tea all over the carpet Anita was so fond of.

A/N: I'm awful at updating. I know this. i don't pre write my stories, this one especially since it was a spur of the moment thing. However! Your reviews have kept me motivated to write when I have the time, please keep them coming.