The Magic Shop: If Dudley Dursley had a Magical Daughter

Chapter Two

A/N: Well, it's longer, but only by fifty words. 

"Welcome, honey!" Grandmother Petunia said, overly enthusiastic, the way she was every time she saw Azalea.

"Hi, Grandma," Azalea said, trying to match her grandmother's enthusiasm. She was pretty sure she didn't succeed.

"Your grandfather is inside with Aunt Marge," Petunia said, still ridiculously enthusiastic.

"Great," Dudley said, not sounding as if he found this particularly great. "Come on, Azalea."

Azalea trudged after her father and grandmother as they entered a sitting room, where Grandfather Vernon and Aunt Marge were sitting in two armchairs.

"Hello, Dad," Dudley said. Azalea could tell his enthusiasm was forced, especially when he spoke to Marge. "Hi, Aunt Marge."

Vernon and Marge both came over and gave Dudley and Azalea each a hug. Azalea tried not to feel disgusted by her great-aunt - that woman and her dogs were revolting.

"Oh, it's so nice to see you," Marge cooed, like she was talking to a baby. "Come, want to see your uncle Alvin's will?"

No. Azalea plastered a smile on her face. "Yes," she said politely.

Marge clapped her hands together. "Great! Vernon, do you have the will?"

"I thought you had the will!"

Azalea smirked slightly; it was so like her family to lose something as important as Uncle Alvin's will.

"Oh, right," Marge said. She pulled a piece of paper out of her bag and opened it.

Azalea studied her aunt. She didn't seem to be grieving that badly, but Marge was the kind of person to hide her emotions.

Marge cleared her throat. "'The last Will and Testament of Alvin Brian Dursley'," she read. "'First and foremost, I bequeath my music store in London on Charing Cross Road to my niece, Azalea Dursley. May she find these instruments as instructive as I did.'."

"Wait, what?" Azalea said, at the same time as her father and grandparents.

"Uncle Alvin had a music shop?" Dudley asked, stating the thing they were all thinking.

"If he did, I never knew about it," Marge answered, looking confused.

"And on Charing Cross Road?" Petunia asked. She exchanged a glance with Vernon, a glance Azalea didn't understand.

"We should go there and check it out," Dudley suggested.

"Fine," Marge acquiesced, looking anything but thrilled. "I sure hope this is all a hoax."

"Alvin wouldn't have lied to you," Petunia assured her sister-in-law, but Azalea's grandmother didn't seem too sure herself.