DURSLEY ― harry potter

‣︎︎ CHAPTER ONE

CHAPTER ONE:
HOME

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RETURNING HOME SEVEN DAYS AFTER HER BIRTHDAY TO DISCOVER HER ROOM HAD BECOME A STORAGE ROOM DIDN'T SUGGEST IT WOULD BE A GOOD SUMMER.

Daisy didn't expect a welcome wagon by any means, but had feeble hopes she'd get a birthday present. However, upon following Harry into the house after the Dursley's picked them up from King's Cross, she discovered this was not the case.

Her father barely grunted upon seeing her and her mother refused to look at her as she packed her trunk into the back of the car. She was, once again, a disappointment.

At least, she thought foolishly, she'd have her big bed to swallow her whole for the summer. She could stare out the windows and sketch in her "homemade sketchbook" Theo had surprised her with for her birthday.

(It contained about thirteen empty parchment papers slapped together front and back and bound with a dark leather cover. It was messy and the pages were thrown together sloppily, not to mention she could only use a very dark pen in light strokes to draw anything at all — but she loved it dearly.)

Unfortunately, the notion of a peaceful summer was far too much to ask as a witch in a family that hated magic. Her bedroom was cluttered with storage and books and Dudley's old video game consoles and an old television.

"Mum?" Daisy turned, hands clamming up with sweat as anxiety slipped through her bones.

They'd already taken hers and Harry's school trunks and supplies — including Theo's homemade sketchbook, which, her father tore from her hands with a scowl — and tossed them into Harry's old cupboard.

Daisy shifted on her feet nervously, unable to look her mother in the eye. Surely she'd stare at her with utter disappointment. After the year she'd had, Daisy didn't think she could face that.

"Yes?" Her mother asked coldly.

"Em — well, I was just wondering—"

"—Daisy Dursley, spit it out, we never taught you to stutter."

"Sorry, Mum," she swallowed, "I was just wondering where my room's gone? It's fine to use it for storage when I'm away, but my bed isn't there anymore and neither are my clothes or—"

"—You'll be sleeping with the boy," she spay the words out like poison, sinking them into Daisy's skin, "You chose to be like him. You can live with him."

Daisy stood quietly for a moment as her mother turned, without so much as a goodbye, walking down the hall and retested downstairs. Daisy clenched her hands into fists anxiously, nerves building into her stomach.

She didn't have her own room at Hogwarts, instead, intermixed with Slytherin girls who paid her no mind or harassed her until she fell asleep. She was nothing but vermin in her dormitory, a rat sleeping in a mansion. And now, at her parent's home, she was treated just the same.

An unwanted child — just like her cousin. She didn't even deserve her own room.

Daisy's feet led her to Harry's room before her thoughts caught up and she opened the door awkwardly, staring at him with wide eyes.