Dudley's Daughter

Chapter 1- Recap

Chapter 1

     Since July 31st, 1991 my life has been anything but ordinary. On this day my cousin, Harry, turned 11 years old and found out that he was a wizard. It had already been a crazy week because my Dad kept driving us around and moving us from hotel to hotel. It had something to do with owls and letters. Dad didn't want Harry to read the letters that kept coming to the house, but the owls kept coming. Dad had us on a small island in the middle of a thunderstorm when just after midnight, on Harry's birthday, a huge "man" that was nothing but hair on his head and face came knocking on the door. He told Harry that he was a wizard, he was going to a wizard school, and how Harry's parents really died. I didn't really care about any of that because I was so hungry and there was chocolate cake to eat. I was trying to stay out of the way and eat cake when suddenly I felt something growing out of my backside. The huge, hairy man had put a spell on me somehow and now I had a pig tail. This would be just one of the terrifying things that would happen to me until Harry turned 17 years old.

      The first summer after Harry went off to his wizard school I was terrified of Harry. He would walk around the house and chant spells at me. I tried to stay away from him as much as I could. I was scared that he would give me back the pig tail that Mum and Dad had removed from my backside. It was only after Harry smashed Mum's desert all over the kitchen floor that we all found out Harry couldn't do magic outside of school. An owl flew into the house with a letter that yelled at Harry about using outside of school. I wasn't scared of Harry much after that because Dad locked him in his bedroom. Some of his friends came and broke him out, but he was gone for the rest of summer so there really wasn't anything for me to worry about. I went to school, hung out with my gang, and enjoyed eating and drinking whatever I wanted while at school. I really didn't have any worries.

     The second summer Harry still couldn't do magic, but it didn't stop him from blowing my aunt, Marge, up into a huge balloon. After blowing up Aunt Marge, Harry went and grabbed all his stuff and went to go out the front door. Dad was so angry at Harry, but Harry threated to put a spell on him so Dad just let him go. Dad figured that Harry wouldn't have any place to go and would be back. Harry never did come back, but a group of people in strange clothes came to the house and helped to get Aunt Marge back down. They did some spell on Aunt Marge and she didn't remember anything that happened to her. Mum and Dad told me to just forget about it, but I did have nightmares for a few months afterwards. I was scared Harry would do it to me. I started to eat more when I was at school to overcome the fear that Harry would blow me up.

     The third summer Harry was home from his school I was put on a strict diet. My own school had told Mum that I weight too much and the school didn't have uniforms for me anymore. It was awful. Mum took away all my favorite snacks and would only let me eat fruits and vegetables. I hated it the whole time. The worst part of the summer was that some of Harry's friends came to the house to take him back with them for the summer. That part was actually good, but one of his friends dropped some candy on the floor. I didn't think it was anything bad so I ate it. The next thing I knew my tongue was so big that I couldn't even keep it in my mouth. I thought I was going to die. The father of the kid that dropped the candy was a wizard and kept trying to help, but Mum and Dad wouldn't let him help me. I think I must have passed out at some point because I don't know how my tongue became normal again. After that I decided to stay away from Harry's friends and any food they may have on them or they drop.

     The fourth summer would change my life forever. While walking home from hanging out with my friends, I ran into Harry. We got in an argument when suddenly everything went cold. I couldn't see anything. I told Harry that if he didn't stop it that I would hit him. He kept telling me to shut up, but I knew it was him. I knew he was doing magic and he wasn't allowed to. I swung out and hit something. Harry yelled and I knew I had made contact with his head. I started running from Harry, but I couldn't see where I was going. I couldn't run anymore and I was on the ground. Harry was pulling me up and dragging me back to the house. Someone was talking to him. I really didn't understand what they were talking about. A woman said something about being a squib at least that is what I think she said. There is a man's voice and he is talking about being undercover. I really couldn't make anything out because I wasn't feeling well at all. We made it back to the house and when Mum answered the door Harry let me go and I threw up all over the doormat. Dad and Mum helped me into the house and asked me who made me throw up. I told them it was Harry. Harry said it wasn't him and it was some dementors or something like that hurt me. As I told Mum and Dad about being cold, hearing screaming in my head, and how I felt Harry answered and said that it felt like I would need be happy again. I just sat there remembering the screaming in my head. It was my screaming from when my pig tail was being removed. I was terrified the whole time it was being removed. Dad started to throw Harry out, but Mum got a letter from an owl. The letter started talking. It told Mum "Remember My Last, Petunia." Mum fell into a seat beside me and told Dad that Harry was to stay with us. Mum then sent Harry to bed. I passed out at the dining table and woke up the next morning in my own bedroom. Mum and Dad kept Harry locked in his room and I didn't go near him. He may not have put a spell on me, but it was his fault something attacked me. Whatever it was that attacked it was meant for him and they could have him. I never wanted to feel like that again. Three days after everything happened Mum and Dad took me out for the night. When we came home Harry was gone again. Honestly I really didn't care if he came back or not. I wish he would stay away in his wizard world. But in the end, Harry came home at the end of his school year.