As always Harry Potter belongs to JKR, I own nothing.

Petunia Dursley nee Evans had a perfectly normal life, besides the fact that her sister was a witch, while she had been pushed aside by her parents. It mattered little when she had a hard-working husband, a perfectly plump baby boy in the perfect most normal suburb she could have asked for. So it came as quite a shock when Petunia was approached by her youngest sister. Well, approached wouldn't have been the proper term. No, Lily had appeared on her doorstep with a baby swaddled in her grasp, which couldn't have been more than a month younger than her own So with reluctance to leave her younger sister in the cold with a swaddled baby, she let her in. Unbeknownst to Petunia, this would be the best decision she ever made in her life.

"Well come in and sit down then. Come in out of the cold, what are you thinking coming out here with a baby? Is it yours then? I assume your husband hasn't left you yet considering you're not crying." Petunia busied herself with making tea and fixing a bottle of milk for her son who was due to wake up from his nap anytime.

"No... No, he hasn't." Lily sat down on the couch in the living room, feeling uncomfortable with the normalness of it all. "I came because I thought you might want to meet your niece, Hydrangea Potter... and because Dumbledore asked me to give you this." Lily withdrew a fancy envelope from her cloak's inner pocket and laid it on the coffee table.

Petunia sniffed at the name of her apparent niece. "Hydragnea. That's quite a bit of a mouthful for a little girl. I thought you wanted to name your daughter Violet after our mother or have your people influenced you with their mouthful names. Honestly. Dumbledore writing to me? What do you take me for Lily? I am not a fool and neither am I magical, so what could that old tosser possibly want with me?" She placed two delicate porcelain cups on the tea tray alongside her creamer pot and a smaller cup of sugar cubes. She moved over and took the kettle from the stove as it whistled and placed it alongside its matching set before carrying the tray into her living room to set it down on the coffee table between herself and her sister. But there on the table, unopened sat a letter with the old man's infuriating scrawl written on it, bearing her name.

"I don't know what he wants, Petunia, but he seemed to think it was important, and I wanted to apologize. For what James and Sirius did to your husband at my wedding, and I wanted you to be there for Hydrangea if anything ever happened to us."

"Be there for her? You can't be serious Lily. What could be going on in your world that you'd want me to care for your... brood." The word 'freakish' was on her tongue but she elected not to use it. That word had driven away her sister further into that dreadful world of witchcraft.

"...There's a war going on Tuney, and Professor Dumbledore said that there was a prophecy marking my daughter as the one to stop the Dark Lord. We're about to go into hiding because of it. I'm worried that something will happen to us and we won't be there for her for much longer, and Tuney.. I don't trust what Professor Dumbledore has to say anymore, something doesn't feel right. I can't put my finger on it, I had to come to you. Please Tuney." Lily was pleading, and Petunia could see the genuine fear on her face.

Petunia sniffed. "And you expect me to forgive you? Just like that and take your daughter in if something should happen to you. Shouldn't she be safer with her own kind?" Venom rose in her tone as she sipped at her tea.

"No. Tuney, I wouldn't. You're my sister, and no Tuney I don't think she would be. There is a massive following of the Dark Lord, and if the prophecy comes true... They'll be hunting her. It would be safer if she was here, away from magic, away from it all. I-"

At that moment, young Dudley Dursley awoke from his nap, and Petunia hurried to get him, wrinkling his nose when she saw he had wet his diaper in his nap, changed him and put him in clean clothes before returning to the couch and putting little Dudley in his playpen with his stuffed animals and squishy letter blocks so he wouldn't hurt himself.

"I am a mother too, Lily. Dudley is my number-one priority right now. He's at that tender age where he's learning how to speak and taking in everything around him and I won't have you or your-" The words died on her tongue as a fussing Dudley levitated his bottle from the coffee table where it sat and into his waving arms.

Both sisters sat quietly for a moment, processing what had just happened.

"How dare you- I"

"It wasn't me, Petunia."

Another long silence, followed by the sound of wax breaking, a letter being pulled from the now unsealed envelope, and a hoarse whisper from Petunia.

"Dudley's one of you. His name appeared in that foul book that mine never did. Alongside your daughter's name."

"Oh."

Another silence. This one quickly broke.

"Let me see her then" Petunia held out her arms for the infant in her sister's arms.

Lily nodded and with a bit of shuffling, carefully lay little Hydrangea Potter into Petunia's arms, and her stony heart melted a little more, as the tiny baby, with just a single tuft of black hair on her head, opened her little emerald eyes and babbled at her aunt.

"Very well. I'll take her, should anything happen, but I expect to be sent books about.. magical child-rearing." Petunia's opinion of wizards started to change that day because her son would never be a Freak. She would teach him, and Hydrangea if it should come to it. "I also want books on how your world works. If I'm to be raising your child alongside mine I will not raise them ignorant to such things." She ran her thumb over the soft cheek of her niece and smiled softly at her when the baby giggled in return.

Lily let out a breath she hadn't realized she'd been holding, and a weight that had been bearing on her lifted off her shoulders. "Thank you... Petunia. I'll send everything. I promise."

"Good. Now, will you be staying for dinner? Vernon should be home soon, and he will take the news better if he hears it for himself." Petunia cradled her niece under her arm and went towards the kitchen to warm a bottle of milk for the now fussing baby.

"Yes! Yes, I'd be glad to stay. Let me help you"

Over the next two hours, Petunia and Lily prepped dinner together and talked about motherhood and everything they might have missed out on during their time not speaking to one another. Petunia had her sister again, for the first time in nearly ten years, and together they sat down over dinner and discussed the future, and what may be to come should anything happen to Lily and her husband. While Vernon Dursley was put out upon this news, the fact that his son was also magical put a damper on any harmful feelings he may have grown to harbor. He was a businessman second after all, but he was a father first.

That was the last time any of them ever saw Lily again.

She had sent the books as promised, as well as some toys for Dudley, and Petunia and Vernon both read up as much as they could on them. correspondence between Lily soon dropped off, and it wasn't until a little over a year later when Petunia went to put out the empty bottles for the milkman, that she found little Hydrangea Potter, bundled up as tightly as she could be in a little basket on her doorstep, on the morning of November 1st. 1981. She scooped the poor girl up and hurried her inside along with her basket and quickly prepped a bottle of warm milk, and formula as she had nothing else yet, and checked for a temperature on the girl's forehead, where she saw the scar. A little lightning bolt shape cut through her left eyebrow.

She frowned and made sure to clean the cut so it wouldn't get infected and went to wake Vernon so he could help her set up Dudley's old bassinet to put her in. They could do this. The books Lily had sent had been boring but informational, and Petunia Dursley was not about to send her only son into a world of magic without knowing anything. The same went towards her niece, bundled safely in her arms. No matter, she and Dudley were close to the same age. Only five weeks apart, they would raise Hydrangea as their own, and no one would notice if they simply said they kept her hidden until now because they were afraid she might not make it. Yes, that could work.

A few days later, Hydrangea Potter became Hydrangea Violet Potter-Dursley as Petunia and Vernon filed the paperwork to make her theirs. Dudley put up a bit of a protest as all babies want to do when another baby is put into their space, but after some petty squabbling, they were passing back and forth their stuffed animals to one another. Petunia smiled at her babies and from that day their family of three became a family of four.

Dudley and Hydrangea -or Violet as her family called her- became as thick as thieves after a while, Dudley always trailing after his sister and doing everything together. Pre-school was right around the corner and both Petunia and Vernon were pleased at how quickly they both took to spelling and writing, though Dudley lagged, Violet was quick to help him, and that endeared her even more towards Petunia and Vernon, who on bad days felt it might have been a mistake to take her in, but they never took it out on their children.

When they were seven, more accidental magic began to crop up from the two children. Dudley's would often come from a temper tantrum resulting in the object he was denied floating over to him or possibly an item of anger catching on fire. Hydrangea's magic was much more subtle, one day they had walked into Dudley's room and found them both surrounded by a castle of blocks that had not been there the day before and they were levitating a ball between them, playing an odd game of catch. Of course not everything was always perfect, Vernon had his days where work was terrible and he would drink and shout but in the mornings after, he would apologize to the children and Petunia. Petunia herself had bad days where she would swat hands rather roughly to keep them away from the boiling pots on the stove and found no energy to be anything other than snippy at the children, but again after she had cooled off she would tuck them into bed and kiss their heads. Dudley and Violet would often get into squabbles themselves and not talk to each other for the remainder of the day, but they were always friendly with each other by the time dinner rolled around.

When both children were eight, Petunia and Vernon set them down in the living room to talk about the magic they knew the children had and start to educate them on the workings of the world. They had agreed that Petunia would teach them manners and the civil workings of people, while Vernon would teach them the value of money and the political side of things. While eight might have been too young, they would be going off to Hogwarts at eleven and neither parent was willing to budge on letting the children be ignorant of a new world.

Dudley and Violet were going to rock the Wizarding World with their arrival, but not in the way that a certain old man would ever expect.

That's the end of this chapter. In the next, we'll be in Hydrangea's point of view and I'll be touching up on the lessons Petunia and Vernon will be giving the two of them. I hope you've enjoyed this take so far and if you have any questions or comments feel free to leave a review and let me know what you think. I've read a couple of stories where the Dursleys were actually good people and it inspired me to do my own take on it where Dudley was a wizard as I haven't read any stories that feature it. I know my portrayal of Petunia and Vernon may seem out of character but I wanted to try and still give the feeling of jealousy and self-righteousness while also being polite. I personally feel as though Petunia and Vernon's feelings towards magic would have changed significantly if Dudley had been a wizard as well. I know as a mother I'd never be able to call my child a freak for something he couldn't control, so that might just be me imprinting a bit of myself onto Petunia and my personal feelings toward JKR's absurd theories. I've hope you enjoyed this chapter and I'm hoping to have the next up soon, Cheers!