It was bitterly cold, the wind biting into any skin it could find like needles, but Dudley didn't notice. There were a lot of feelings inside of him, all of them so consuming that he hadn't the ability to spare a thought for the weather.

"Here, darling. I think." Anita cocked her head at the red telephone box, as if expecting it to do something.

"So we just..."

"Get in." She said, not sounding terribly certain.

Dudley stepped into the telephone box and Anita joined him. Dudley thanked the stars that he had worked a touch harder than his father to maintain his weight. Dudley was still a sizable man, but no where near as broad as his father had been.

Carefully, he dialed 6-2-4-4-2. Magic.

Promptly, a voice came over the phone and the next thing he knew, Dudley and Anita had badges with their names on them and were descending beneath the streets of London. Far beneath the streets of London.

Dudley did his best not to let the collywobbles win.

When they stepped out of the phone booth gratefully, a woman in bright blue robes bounced towards them.

"Papa! Mum! You made it!" Daisy gave them both a hug and started walking speedily towards a set of old style elevators.

"Poppy's been sweating up a storm. I think she forgot her coat this morning, but it doesn't seem to matter. Arthur and Molly are already there, along with Uncle Harry and Aunt Ginny and the rest!"

Anita and Dudley did their best to keep up with their eldest whilst trying to not gawk about at the place they had entered. There was a large gold fountain with magical creatures and the hall was lined with tall fireplaces that belched out green flames and sooty witches and wizards at random intervals.

"They set up a dais just over here," Daisy said, over her shoulder. "C'mon now, they're already late to start!"

Doing his best not to let his lack of cardio show, Dudley tried, and failed, to regulate his huffing and puffing.

Daisy directed them to two purple velvet chairs with their names upon them, before making her way to the rest of the Ministry employees in their matching blue robes.

An unremarkable gentleman stepped up to the front of the dais, pointed a wand at his throat and mumbled what must have been a spell. His unremarkable-ness disappeared as his deep, contrabass voice filled the hall.

"Today is an auspicious day for the British Ministry for Magic. Today, we make history with our first ever Muggle researcher in our employ. We would like you all to welcome Miss Poppy Dursley."

There was a smattering of polite applause from the ministry folks and rambunctious whoops and hollers from the red headed group behind them.

"Miss Dursley has managed to accomplish what was previously thought impossible: the integration of Muggle technology within the Magical world. Not only has she invented, and patented, a unique protector for devices to prevent magical disturbances, but she has also created a reusable energy source that will bring our world into the 21st century. It is through Miss Potter's innovation and creativity that we are able to begin a new era of Magic. Miss Dursley will be working across multiple departments in order to--"

The rest of Kingsley Shacklebolt's speech was promptly forgotten by Dudley Dursley. He didn't give a tick for the implementation of technology in their world. The only thought in his mind was of the pride he felt for the daughter, once devastated at her lack of magic, who had risen above and worked with magic any way.

It had been a long hard road. Poppy had attended uni to study computer engineering, but had struggled in her development courses as her best developments were seemingly useless to the non-magic folk. She had worked for a doomsday tech start up who considered her work ideal for protecting technology in the event of a catastrophic event, and that had given her the capital to start PD Industries: an innocuously named front for her magic-resistant devices. at just 25, Poppy was running a brisk business in both the magical and non magical worlds, selling to wizards and doomsday preppers alike.

Dudley could not have been more proud.

Suddenly, there were applause all around and Dudley was pulled from his musings. A hundred magical folk in their work robes were on their feet, applauding the accomplishments of a Muggle.

Dudley stood with them and a tear came to his eye, wishing that his mother could have been there.

Petunia had spent the majority of her life angry at the thought of her little sister's special powers, which had somehow skipped Petunia. In the end, she saw how different things could have been if she had embraced her sister, instead of resenting her.

In truth, Dudley was glad his mother had taken the path she had, for he would not be here without it, but he was pleased all the same that she had some to some sort of peace over her animosity with her sister, and he hoped they had reunited in the afterlife.

Dudley wrapped an arm around Anita, who leaned up to whisper, "We did a good job."

Yes, Dudley thought. Even though it was sheer dumb luck, they had, in his humble opinion, done a very good job.

A/N: Thank you everyone who followed this!! I appreciate all of you so so much.