Till the Last Petal Falls / Marcus Flint

0.1 - Family Drama

To say that Petunia hated the wizarding world and everything related to magic would be an understatement to her disliking. She hated wizards and witches with all her heart. She was glad that her children and perfectly normal husband were as far away from it as possible. Her son, the boy who is currently 8 years old, Dudley Dursley, had never shown interest in anything unusual and it made Petunia absolutely pleased. But, Dahlia Dursley, her almost eleven-year-old daughter, was into everything different and it was what made her mother uncomfortable about her destiny.

Dahlia Dursley was much more different than Petunia and Vernon even if she was their daughter. She had Dursley blonde hair along with blue eyes that Vernon's mother once had. Despite looking so alike, she had her aunt Lily's facial structure that pained her mother every time she looked at her.

Petunia was out to water her flowers when her doubts were confirmed by a letter that showed on her door on the 7th of May that year. It was different than the one that she was familiar with and had her daughter's name on it, written with elegant, golden letters. It was the color of what you would call, dreamy blue. The emblem on it was a 'B' on a darker blue base and it was covered with golden lines that resembled the branches of a tree. She was surprised.

'Hogharts' letter that she remembered from her sister was a creamy color and had an 'H' emblem on it. She turned the backside of the letter to read what was written there. It said, 'Miss. Dahlia Aveline Dursley, 4 Privet Drive, Little Whinging, Surrey/England.' and there was the name of the place where it had been sent: 'From Beauxbâtons Academie de Magié/France'

Petunia shivered at the words that she had just read. Was it really happening? Her little Dahlia flower couldn't be a freak, could she? 'It must be a mistake.' she thought. She couldn't possibly let her daughter go to a school filled with nonsense in FRANCE.

"Mom, Harry isn't doing the dishes!" Dudley's voice reached her ears as she threw the letter into the bin without even opening it. Maybe they wouldn't try again?

"Oh, shut up, Dudley! I volunteered to do the dishes! You twat!" Dahlia, as usual, was up to protect Harry and do some of his chores herself. Petunia shook her head to get her thoughts out of her mind and walked inside, closing the door behind her.

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"Maybe we should reconsider giving Harry Dudley's old room?" Dahlia quietly suggested her father was scared that he would yell at her. Harry's head turned to her as he shook his head meaning a 'no'. Vernon lowered his newspaper to look at her. She smiled at him innocently.

"This is the second time today that you're saying it and it's still a no." He said making her shoulders drop. Vernon turned at Harry, "You, go pick up the post."

Dahlia sighed as she continued her breakfast, Dudley hitting her foot to annoy her constantly. She gave him a look, trying not to laugh at his sassy behavior. He just shrugged as Harry walked in with the post. He handed her a blue envelope before quickly giving the rest to her father. Dahlia furrowed her eyebrows, she had already written to Aunt Marge last week who would send her a letter.

She opened the envelope slowly getting the papers out, "What a strange stamp." She muttered to herself, inspecting the envelope closely. She was settled down beside her father on her usual seat. She pushed her hair away from her shoulders to avoid it getting in her way. "Beauxbâtons Academie de Magié." she read with an accurate French accent as she already knew the language. 

"Beauxbâtons!" Her father exclaimed, almost choking on his bacon as his wife turned to look at him, confused by his outburst. Vernon reached his hand to his daughter, Dahlia obediently placed the envelope in Vernon Dursley's shaking hand. He looked closely at the stamp, his eyes admiring the golden signature under the address. "Was it delivered by an owl?" 

"How could we know?" Petunia scoffed, he was making absolutely no sense right now. She thought he would be going crazy by now with the idea of his daughter being one of the freaks. It was the reason why she hadn't said anything the other day when she had first seen a similar letter. "Boy, were there any owls?"

"I-I didn't see anything," Harry answered, his face was bright red as he was caught with a piece of cheese on his fork but his worry was unnecessary. Petunia had a bigger task than tossing him around for his 'theft'. As soon as the woman turned away, Harry started stuffing his mouth again. Dudley was too busy eating himself to cause a scene.