A couple weeks had passed since the glass incident and Vernon refused to let it go. Every chance he got he gave extra chores to her. As such Abigail spent most of the next couple weeks outside. Although she was looking forward to the end of summer Abigail was nervous. Her cousin Dudley was going to her Uncles old school Smeltings along with Piers. Her friend Lila was going to Guildford Middle School for girls. When Abigail had asked Petunia where she was going all she got for an answer is: "I'll let you know when the letter gets here." Whatever that meant.

Dudley would not take his uniform off at all. He would come and bang on Abigail's door in the mornings and laugh as she chased him down the hall. It was on this morning that as she chased him down the stairs she saw that the mail had come. Abigail picked up the mail. As she walked into the dining room she handed the letters to her Uncle who grunted a thank you.

"Marge's ill," he informed Aunt Petunia. "Ate a funny whelk. -."

As Vernon shuffled through the letters Dudley caught sight of a letter for Abigail.

"Mum! Dad! Abby's got something," shouted Dudley

As Abigail looked towards the letter she got a glimpse of it before Vernon looked at it and ripped it up. It read:

Ms. A. Potter

4 Privet Drive

Little Whinging

Surrey

"Out!"

Abigail and Dudley ran out of the dining room faster that you could say football. Vernon slammed the door shut and proceeded to shout at Petunia. "I told you when I allowed you to keep her that I wouldn't have this Petunia. Its outrageous what will people say!" yelled a purple faced Vernon. "Vernon calm down. We can't stop what is in her genes." He had gone from red to white in a matter of seconds as the realization dawned on him. Then just as quickly it came an evil smirk replaced his realization. "Oh, we will just see about that I refuse to allow one of those kind in my house."

With that Vernon left pushing past the children and went to work. The next few days more and more letters appeared, but each time either Petunia or Abigail attempted to attain a letter Vernon was always one step ahead. It was nearly Abigails' 11th birthday and Petunia decided to take matters into her own hands. Vernon wasn't due back for another two hours, so she sat down at her vanity to write a letter.

Dear Albus,

I must inform you that although we have been receiving the letters my husband tears them up and refuses to let Abigail make the decision for herself. I know denying who she isn't right but I'm not sure I'm the right person to tell her about who she is. After all I shunned my sister for years. If you could send someone to talk to her I would appreciate it. Vernon is usually gone all day on her birthday since he refuses to acknowledge she has a birthday.

Sincerely,

Petunia Dursley

Petunia sealed up the letter and went to find Abigail and Dudley asleep on the couch from watching TV. She wished it could stay this way forever but knew it couldn't last. Abigail was destined for important things and she would need to leave her and Dudley behind.

If there was one thing Petunia learned from Lily it was that no matter what if you needed help someone would be there. As Petunia walked down the road to Mrs. Figgs home she knew she would find help there. Mrs. Figg had been their neighbor for many years since the day Abigail had come to live with them to be exact. No one had known one of the houses had been for sale but just like that overnight there she was. Petunia had often gone over to visit and today she needed her more than ever.

As She rang the doorbell she heard Arabella walk over to open the door. "Mrs. Dursley what a lovely surprise." "Arabella, I need your help." Arabella looked both ways and motioned her inside and headed towards the fireplace. "I take it that letter in your hand is for Albus." Petunia nodded and handed the letter to her. As she took the letter Arabella threw some powder in the fire that made the flames turn green. "Albus Dumbledores office Hogwarts." As small flicker in the flames indicated that the request was accepted, and Arabella threw the letter in the flames. In the blink of an eye it was gone. As Petunia returned home she felt lighter at the thought that someone would be coming to help her.

Meanwhile in Dumbledores office he was reading the letter that was just sent to him. Smiling he sent his bird Fawkes to fetch Hagrid. Less than ten minutes later Hagrid was at his door. "You called for me Professor Dumbledore Sir?" "Yes, Hagrid how would you like to do me a favor and visit a Miss Abigail Potter. It seems that Mr. Dursley is refusing to let Miss Potter see her letters. I just received a most distressing letter from her Aunt," said Dumbledore. Hagrid smiled so wide his eyes seemed to sparkle. "I would love to sir. When do I need to go?" "It seems her birthday will be our best chance without interference."

"Of course, thank you sir."

As Hagrid left Dumbledore proceeded to write a letter to Petunia explaining who would be coming and thanking her for informing him of the circumstances going on at her house. He remembered how Petunia had been nearly twenty years ago when Lily had been told she was a witch. How she had changed since then and it seemed change had been for the better.