Though Privet Drive had existed for many years, little had changed about the quiet neighborhood In fact, many of the occupants living there, had been doing so for most of their lives now.

Petunia and Vernon Dursley still lived in house number four; both appeared the same, perhaps a bit more aged, as they did some years ago.

Dudley, on the other hand, was practically unrecognizable. He has slimmed down quite some bit, though still a little heavy. But the biggest change was in his attitude. Gone was the greedy little boy, who lived only for sweets and television programs. Dudley now held a job as a web page designer at a large business in London. He had a small daughter, Alexandra May Dursley, whom was five.

Dudley and Alexandra's mother, Mildred, had gotten out of their marriage about three years ago.

Mildred had decided she wasn't ready for a family life, having just been promoted in work, and decided to call it quits. She left Dudley with their daughter, though promising to write to her often.

Alexandra was yet to receive one letter.

Dudley didn't like having the house so empty. He didn't like to admit it, but he sort of missed his wife. So often he would pack up him and Alexandra, and spend weekends and holidays at his parents house.

Petunia didn't mind this at all. She loved having her precious boy home, and she cooed over Alexandra almost as much as she had Dudley when he was younger.

Vernon too enjoyed his sons' visits, and used them as an opportunity to try to persuade him to take a job at Grunnings.

"You're wasting your talent at that place boy!" Vernon said to his son, taking a large gulp of coffee. "Just think, when I retire, you'll be the director. That's where the big bucks come in.

"I don't care about the money dad," Dudley said, rolling his eyes, having heard this dozens of times. "I'm happy making web pages."

Vernon was about to comment on this, but was interrupted when Alexandra trudged into the room, still looking tired, but smiled at the sight of her family.

"Morning daddy, morning grandpa," she said, climbing into her booster seat next to Dudley.

"Morning honey," said Dudley, giving her a kiss on her head.

Alexandra was very short for her age. She was barely taller than a three-year old. She had long, unmanageable blonde hair, and bright blue eyes.

"Mails here," Petunia said, dropping a pile of envelopes in front of Vernon. "What would you like for breakfast Alexandra?"

"Pancakes," she replied immediately.

"You forgot the magic word," Dudley said.

"I'd like pancakes please, grandma."

"Such a polite little girl," Petunia said with a huge smile.

"Look at this," Vernon said, disapprovingly, pointing to the front cover of the paper Petunia just brought in.

"What?" Dudley asked, picking up the paper. He was at once what his father was talking about.

Local Claims He's Seen a Dragon!

Paulie Horris, 42, was enjoying a peaceful afternoon hike along the mountains last weekend, but his relaxing trip got a whole lot more hectic, after his supposed strange encounter.

"The beast must've been thirty feet tall!" Horris tells reporters. "Black and wrinkly, with sharp spikes all along his back."

The mountain area where Horris claimed to have seen the dragon, isn't a stranger to odd sights. Just last year, Ms. Joanne Marks insisted she saw a werewolf, and just nearly escaped a terrible fate, and a Mr. Olli Daniels said he saw some sort of one legged creature, holding a lantern, giving him directions.

"I say people need to stop having so many beers before they go hiking," town representative Mike Robins says. "Honestly people, there are no such things as dragons, or werewolves!"

"What's it say daddy?" Alexandra questioned as Dudley placed the paper down.

"It's all rubbish, that's what it is," Vernon said before Dudley could answer. "Imagine people thinking they saw a dragon! I'm with Robins on this one, the bloke was probably drunk!"

"I wish I could see a dragon," Alexandra said wistfully. "I'd name him Robbie!"

Vernon gave a chortle of laughter. "Better teach your daughter reality from fantasy Dudders, or she'll be the next one running about saying she saw Bigfoot of god knows what else."

"She's only five dad," Dudley said. "Let her be."

"All I'm saying is that if she believes in all this garbage now, who's to say she won't believe in it when she's forty? Yes, it's best to stick to the facts, what's in front of you. The freaks who say they believe in this nonsense will go only one way…"

"How can you say that?" Dudley frowned. "After all that happened."

"Breakfast is ready!" Petunia said, trying to distract her husband and son from what was sure to become a heated argument.

"Didn't I tell you to never bring that up again?" Vernon said in a dangerously quiet voice, completely ignoring his steaming pancakes in front of him.

"So your going to just forget he saved you life?" Dudley said, his temper beginning to rise.

"Who save grandpa's life?" Alexandra asked, though both men appeared not to hear her.

"Do not speak to me like that!" Vernon snapped.

"Why are you against anything you can't understand!" Dudley yelled at his father, standing up. "You owe your life to Harry, and there you are, insulting everything different from you!"

Alexandra had never seen her dad and grandfather like this before. It was scary, for her to see her grandfathers face turn such a shade of purple. And who was this Harry, who seemed to have saved her grandfathers life?

"I owe him nothing!" Vernon thundered back. "He was an ungrateful, scrawny, abnormal little-"

"If it wasn't for him you'd be dead! We'd all be dead!"

She hated the fighting, she just wanted it to stop, for her grandpa and dad to be laughing together like they normally did…

"STOP IT!" she yelled.

Then it happened. The glass of orange juice that had been sitting across from her, flew clear across the room, as though thrust by an invisible arm.

It was quiet for a few seconds, only the dripping of the orange juice off the wall could be heard.

"Get her out of here," Vernon then said, in a tone unlike Alexandra ever heard before. "She's one of them, both of you, GET OUT OF HERE!"

"Vernon, don't-" Petunia started, but Vernon cut her off.

"Get all of your stuff out of here, and I DON"T EVER WANT TO SEE YOU IN MY HOME AGAIN!"

"Let's go Alexandra," Dudley said, grabbing her hand and dragging her out of the room. "Go get all of your stuff and pack."

"But why? What did I do? I swear, I didn't touch that cup, it was like magic, I didn't do it."

"I know sweetie, just go get all your stuff."

Obeying her father, Alexandra went up to the room she always stayed in. It was the smallest one in the house. She dumped all her clothes from the drawers into her tiny pink suitcase, and knelt down by the bed, and emptied all her small treasures from her secret hiding place, a lose floorboard, in there as well. They weren't much, just her favorite doll, and a picture of her and her mother.

"Are you ready?" Dudley asked, appearing at her doorway, a large black travel bag in hand. Nodding, she followed her dad down the stairs.

She could here her grandmother and grandfather talking in hushed voices, her grandma sounded like she was crying.

"But she is our granddaughter Vernon!" she sobbed.

"I won't have another one in this house Petunia! We went wrong even letting the other boy stay here, look what he's done to Dudley's mind!"

"Come on," Dudley whispered, opening the front door for Alexandra. Giving the home one last glance, Alexandra left through the open door, and climbed into the back seat of her father's pickup truck.

After loading the bags up in the bag, Dudley started the car without a word. Assuming they would be returning home to their flat back in Wallows Lane, Alexandra braced herself for the long, tiring journey, but was surprised to find her father turning into the driveway only next door.

"What are we doing here?" she asked, unbuckling her seatbelt.

"I need to go ask Ms. Figgs something," he said, walking up to the old house.

"Who's Ms. Figgs?"

Dudley didn't reply. He rand the bell next to the door frame, and waited.

"Who's there?" asked a raspy, elderly sounding woman.

"It- it's Dudley Dursley," her father said in an uncertain tone.

The door creaked open a bit, revealing a scrunched up face of a woman. "What do you want boy?"

"I needed to ask you something."

"What would you need to ask me? You've never talked to me before. In fact the only time I've ever spoken to you was when you were fifteen and-"

"Yes, I know," Dudley said, cutting off her sentence. "But I'm not the same boy I used to be. I'm not my father."

"So what is it you need to ask me about?" she asked again.

"It's about, about your world."

"I can't do a speck of magic son," she said.

Magic? Alexandra thought. Why is she talking about magic?

"Yes, that Diggle fellow told me awhile ago," Dudley said quickly. "But he told me that if I ever needed to contact someone, to come to you."

She eyed him, as though trying to read his mind, to see if he was lying. "Alright then," she said finally, opening the door more. "Come in."

Trailing close behind her dad, Alexandra looked around the house. It was full of pictures of cats, and smelled like cabbage.

"Sit down," she said, waving to the couch, which a brown tabby cat was lying on. "So," she said, setting down a try of tea onto the coffee table. "Who's the girl?"

"This is my daughter," said Dudley. "Alexandra."

"Nice to meet you," she said, extending a wrinkly hand to the young girl. Reluctantly, Alexandra shook it, releasing almost immediately.

"Who is it you need to get in touch with?" she asked as she began pouring tea into two cups.

"My cousin," Dudley said. "Harry."

Ms. Figgs nearly spilled her tea. "You haven't spoken him since you left?"

Dudley shook his head.

"You should be ashamed!" she scolded. "He saved your lives! He saved all of our lives!"

"I know," Dudley sighed.

"So, why the sudden change of heart?"

"It's my daughter," he said in an undertone, as though trying to block Alexandra out from hearing.

Looking up at her father, Alexandra felt even more puzzled than she did before.

Ms. Figgs looked over at Alexandra. "What about her?"

"She did something at breakfast," Dudley said, still in a hushed tone. "And she's done other odd stuff before. I want to know if this means…" he trailed off.

"Ah yes," Ms. Figgs said smiling. "I'll write down his address for you right away."

She grabbed her purse, which had been sitting on a chair close by, got out a pad of paper and a pen, and scribbled something down.

"You've kept in touch with him then," Dudley said, taking the paper from her.

"Was just by a few weeks ago," she said, taking a sip of her tea. "Wished his wife a happy birthday."

"Oh," Dudley said lamely. "Well, we'd better get going." He took a look at the paper. "Godrics Hallow, is that nearby?"

"Just outside London," she said. "About a twenty minute drive from here.

"Thank you very much Ms. Figgs," he said, standing up and shaking her hand.

"So long then," she said.

"Let's go Alexandra," Dudley said.

"Daddy, what is about me?" she asked, as they got back into the car."

Still getting no response from her father, Alexandra watched the unfamiliar streets pass by through her window. She had never been in this area before.

After nearly half an hour of silent driving, Dudley finally pulled into an empty driveway. He didn't get out though, he just stared blankly at the house in front of him.

The house was quite big, though not like a mansion, with green grass and tall, strong looking trees planted in the front yard.

"Here we go," Dudley said, opening his door at last.

Her head still racing with questions, she and Dudley walked slowly up the front steps. His hand lingered an inch away from the door for near a minute, as though he was debating whether or not he should be there. And then, looking down at Alexandra, he gave a quiet sigh, and knocked on the door.