Backstory: Dudley Dursley has a magical child and goes to Harry for help.

Prologue

'Dudley dear, would you get the post?' Stacy Dursley called from the kitchen. She was so busy these days; keeping up with her housework, caring for her three children, and on top of that, it was one month till September, which meant gathering old school books and uniforms which have been forgotten all summer. Now, she was leaning over her stove, frying bacon and boiling water for tea.

Dudley Dursley set down his paper and rose, walking to the door. He could hear his oldest son, Mason, stampeding down the stairs and into the kitchen. He opened the door and grabbed the hefty stack of letters too busy grumbling about the state of his house now that Mason has joined the rugby team, to notice a large eagle owl perched on the streetlight, or a tawny cat sidling up the walk.

"Bills, Bills, Bills," Dudley was not in the best mood. Stacy bustled in with the breakfast tray, and tea, calling the young children from their beds. She sat down, after pouring Dudley tea, and serving her children their breakfast. 14-year-old Mason, accompanied by his siblings, 11-year-old Lauren, and 5 year-old Thomas. They all sat, watching their father enter the room, and sit down, still leafing through the mail. Suddenly, he was silent. Stacey stopped pouring her tea. It was the last letter in the stack, all the others, carelessly thrown over his shoulder. This one, he held with shaking hands. It was an old parchment letter, sealed with red wax. Lauren watched as her father looked up. His face was a dull gray color. He looked from his wife, to her, then back to the letter held shakily in his hand.

Chapter 1

"Daddy, there's a fat man at the door asking for you," Lily Potter announced, standing at the door of her father's study.

Looking towards the study door, Harry Potter stood and folded his copy of "The Daily Prophet"

"Lily, manners," He told her reprovingly

"He is!" She shot back, leaping out of the way to escape her father's newspaper. "And, he looks scared to death! It's as if I said the words!"

"Did you?" Harry's smile vanished. Lilly had this obsession with training the garden gnomes to scream words and imitate terrifying noises if she said the right phrase. This was getting out of hand, and Lily's older brothers were no help.

"Of course not! He says he's known you a long time and looked scared before I opened the door." Lilly returned. "Oh, and there's a tiny girl too!" She then whispered, "I think that they're muggles."

They reached the front door, and Harry opened it, expecting to see anyone else than who he saw.

"Why, Dudley Dursley! Nice to see you again! How've ya been, Big-D?" Harry exclaimed, recovering from the minor shock of seeing his cousin at the door. He did know Dudley for a long time. He spent many a year under the stairs of his father's house, of course, but this was behind them. They had parted on good terms. Harry stepped aside, ushering the tall man and small cowering little girl inside.

"Dudley, this is my wife, Ginny," Harry said, gesturing towards the beautiful red-haired woman who had appeared in the doorway, leading to the kitchen. She had her hair pulled back from her face in a messy bun, and was wearing an old pair of robes, holding a pan

Ginny smiled a warm, cheery smile.

"Dudley Dursley! I don't believe I've had this pleasure! Although," She added thoughtfully, "I do think you've met most of my brothers, and my dad" She smirked.

Dudley forced a smile. He remembered the day when a band of red-headed men/boys came crashing through the boarded up fireplace, back at his parents house.

"Nice to meet you, Mrs. Potter, sorry for bothering you, but there is something very urgent that I need to discuss with you," He said, turning to Harry, his worried look coming back.

"That's ok, why don't we take this to the kitchen, it's so much more cheerful in there than in here. Oh, and please, call me Ginny. Everyone does." Ginny said, leading the way down the hallway.

"You betcha, Ginny!" Lily sang, skipping ahead with a smirk toward the small girl that has been hiding behind the big man. Lauren smiled the tiniest smile. She liked this happy, funny girl with red hair.

"Not, you!" Ginny sighed, but she was smiling.

The kitchen was indeed cheerful, with big bay windows, open to let in the warm August air. The kitchen was painted yellow and white, and Dudley could smell all of his favorite smells; chocolate cake and cinnamon, and a freshly mowed garden. Suddenly remembering his manners, he stepped aside and said to the small girl, "Do you want me to introduce you, or do you want to?"

"I can," said a tiny soft voice. She looked up revealing surprisingly blue eyes, she peered up at the gathering people, and focusing on the pretty lady, she said, "I'm Lauren."

"Why hello, Lauren." Ginny smiled at the beautiful girl. She looked around at her husband, and sons who appeared behind him. "Why don't we all go around and introduce ourselves to Lauren and Mr. Dudley so they know who's-who? I'll start. Obviously, I'm Ginny. I know that your daddy and Harry are cousins, not brothers, but if you want to call me Auntie Ginny, or Auntie Gin, that's ok too." She turned to the red-haired smiling girl next to her.

"I'm Lily!" She announced

"I'm Harry, but of course, if you want to call me Uncle Harry or something like that, I'm used to it," laughed the dark-haired man standing next to Dudley. He stepped aside, and two tall boys stepped into the room, smiling. The taller one walked over to Dudley and held out his hand.

"I'm James. A pleasure to meet you," he said.

Dudley took his hand and shook it "Dudley. Nice to meet you too."

James turned to Lauren and held out his hand. "Nice to meet you too, Lauren! How old are you?"

"Eleven" whispered Lauren, taking the older boy's hand. He was nice, and she liked him.

"Eleven! WOW! Are you going to school this year too?" Lauren looked at him, horrified. He didn't understand. He would never understand.

The other boy was now in front of her. "I'm Albus," He said "Nice to meet you, Lauren!"

Lauren looked at this boy, who looked a lot like the other one. She said nothing, remembering her 'condition'.

After a few cups of tea for Mr. Dursley and two cookies for Lauren, Harry stood.

"Would you like to talk here, or go to the study?"

"The study works fine," Dudley said, remembering the state of his visit. He stood and turned to his small daughter, "want to stay here for a bit, darling?"

Lauren nodded, looking down. She knew what they were going to talk about. They were going to talk about her. The time she sneezed and the microwave blew up, or the time she got so mad at Mason that when she screamed, he flew up against the wall, breaking his tailbone. They were going to talk about her condition and she knew she didn't want to hear it. She didn't want to hear how much of a freak she was.

Ginny smiled at her and handed her another cookie. She knew why Dudley Dursley decided to show up at their door with his 11 year old daughter for the first time ever. She knew what gifts Lauren possessed, and she could imagine her being petrified.

"So, Lauren," Ginny asked after the men had left, "Got any brothers or sisters?"