Summary: Dudley calls Harry to his home to talk to his daughter...

It's very normal

"Alright, what do you want?" Harry called out as he stepped out into the back garden of Dudley's home.

Coming from the dark house into the glaring early morning sun blinded Harry for a moment. He cupped a hand over his eyes, his glasses slipping down from the sweat already appearing on his nose. Slowly, his eyesight adjusted to the light and he spotted Dudley at the far end, leaning on a shovel, while he watched his four-year-old daughter playing in the flowerbeds.

Dudley hadn't acknowledged his question, so he joined him to watch Georgina gently touch the burnt orange petals of some kind of sunflower with a fastidious look in her eyes. Then he looked to Dudley, really noticing the fact he had a shovel in his grip and muddy hands.

"You like to garden?" Harry asked with a grin.

"It helps me get rid of the week's stresses," he answered absentmindedly. "Or it did until this one came out to… help me."

Harry went back to watching Georgina before kneeling by her. "What are we doing, Gee?"

"Shhh," she said quietly. "They don't like loud talking."

"They told you?" Harry asked. He shifted to look up at Dudley, who was looking quite pale for someone who should've been bright red when out in the sun with their skin tone. "Is this why I'm here?"

"No, that one's new. Georgie, tell Uncle Harry what happened to the flowers," he instructed in a strangled tone.

Georgina huffed impatiently. "Everybody just hush."

"Sorry, sweetpea," Dudley whispered. "Is this better?"

She nodded, her blonde ponytail bobbing as she did. She turned her gaze to Harry, her little brow furrowed. "It rained and they didn't like it," she explained in a loud whisper. "I made them dry so they could grow."

"Did you?" Harry asked, leaning in like they were sharing a secret. "Did you also make them grow too?"

Georgina immediately returned to stroking the petals with a gentle touch. "I didn't want them to die," she declared loudly. "Sorry," she immediately whispered to the flower.

Harry nodded as he stood, wiping his hands of the morning mildew on his trousers as he returned to stand by Dudley. "Congratulations, you have a magical child. Can I be there when you tell Vernon?"

Dudley tutted with a dig to Harry's ribs with an elbow. "Come on before she tells us off again."

Harry followed him back into the house, the kitchen cool enough to feel like it was a relief to get out of the sun.

Dudley propped the shovel by the door. "What do I do?" he asked, going to the fridge for a jug of orange juice.

"Nothing. Magic shows itself in different ways, it's very normal what she's doing."

"Normal! There's nothing normal about this!" Dudley put the jug on the counter loudly. "What if she does it at school?"

Harry clenched his teeth while he reigned in his initial response. "Careful, Dudley. You're sounding like your father."

Dudley's shoulders sank. He leaned on the counter with both hands and stared out the small kitchen window above the sink. Harry took a seat at the circular kitchen table and waited until Dudley was ready to continue.

"I mean will she be safe to go to school? Or will they find her on the roof of the building like they did with you?" Dudley stood straight to get two glasses out of the cupboard.

"Look, accidental magic can be temperamental, but it'll be nothing the Ministry can't handle if it's big. And most of the time Muggles explain it away themselves." Harry gratefully took the orange juice as Dudley joined him at the table. "I'll help you, I promise."

"Daddy! Look!"

Both of them were up and at the back door when they heard the excited shriek that followed Georgina's call. The flowers that had barely been ankle height when they'd left her were now as tall as Georgina.

"I'll fix it," Harry said quickly at Dudley's alarmed face.