Disclaimer [that applies to entirety of this story]:You've probably read Fanfiction before, so you probably know it's about using the brilliance of the likes J.K. Rowling and then adding some interesting twists and turns and all that jazz to it, until you get something that's kind of different. By that I mean it's not mine.

A/N: Hello readers, old and new! I have returned from my impromptu, rather extended and unannounced hiatus to bring you the much spruced up 'The Other Dursley'! Yes, I hadn't posted very much, but I can assure the direction it was heading was a terribly done overdone cliché, and it was kind of a waste of what could be a good idea, because all I was doing was inserting a female OC into canon and not doing it very well. I think this time round I'm doing it better.

I think the path I've taken is a little darker, but I think you guys will like it. Or hopefully you will. Those who read this before (the lovely reviewers and story alert add-y people that you are), I urge you to read again as I've made subtle but interesting changes – like longer chapters! – and those just joining me on this journey, please enjoy and as always, let me know what you think!

The Other Dursley

Prologue

This is the story of Daisy Dursley.

Well, for the most part anyway.

The world that she knew until it was turned upside down was what most would call normal. Daisy went to school, was popular, was mean to the quiet kid because everyone else was, came home and was loved by her parents who provided for her a comfortable home in the suburbs, and was annoyed by her brother who thought nothing of biting when the last slice of pizza was involved if he thought he could get away with it.

Daisy Dursley was the perfect child in her mother's eyes. She had long blonde locks that Petunia Dursley brushed every night before kissing her daughter goodnight. She had high cheekbones that had other mothers saying that one day she could be a model, or that she would marry well with a face like that. She had bright blue eyes and a beautiful smile, that unbeknownst to her mother Daisy used to get out of all sorts of murder. And unlike her brother, who was much too "big boned" and "opinionated", Daisy was slim like her mother, and allowed herself to be dressed up in a variety of outfits. For as long as her mother was happy, she was generally happy.

Daisy Dursley was an odd child in her father's eyes. Sure her excellent grades gave them bragging rights at Parent's Evenings and he could proudly say "That's my girl" every time she wowed the crowds at piano recitals or flitted across the stage in a way that brought a tear to her mother's eye, but the fact she was this way, made Dudley, his son, his own flesh and blood, look bad. And Vernon Dursley thought that Dudley was a fine specimen, sturdy, commanding and loveable. Or he would be if Daisy didn't take the limelight. He felt Daisy was more of an Evans than a Dursley, the bright, talented family that had looked down at him when Petunia had brought him home. He turned a blind eye when Dudley ruined Daisy's moments by throwing a tantrum or demanding attention. Vernon thought it only appropriate that his daughter not think she was any better than her brother.

Dudley Dursley hated his sister. His little sister. Well, they were twins, but he had been born first, most probably having kicked her out of the way in order to get there first. She was obviously their mother's favourite, and he hated that. He wanted to be the golden child. No matter how much he asked for, they got bored of listening to him talk about his video game, and so he got bored too. But they never seemed to tire about what new things Daisy had learnt at school, and she was always learning new things. Or at least Mum didn't get bored. Dad always winked at him after he'd finished shouting at him for drawing rude bits all over Daisy's music sheets.

And there was nothing out of the ordinary about this. What normal family doesn't have sibling rivalry and blatant, though deeply denied, favouritism? The only thing that tarnished their standing for Most Normal Family of the Year was one Harry James Potter. The nephew of Petunia, and the cousin of Dudley and Daisy, he stood out like a sore thumb. Where the family was blonde, he had a mop of messy black hair that rebelled against all sort of taming methods, including shaving (it just grew back inexplicably and almost instantly). Where each twin seemed to seek the centre of attention, he faded into the background. And where the Dursley children were popular (either because they were liked or because it would be terrible for your health not to like them), Harry was the quiet one they all picked on.

Harry liked Daisy, despite that time when she'd put a pin on his chair or put salt in his tea or lost her new ballet slippers and blamed him or joined in when everyone was taunting him in the playground. Compared to the rest of the Dursleys, she was nice. Though she was never exactly nice to him, she wasn't mean to him either. Instead of excluding him, she made him be page turner, or study with her as opposed to outright making him do her homework, or demanded that he come with her to ballet practise so he could carry her bag and make sure she always had fresh water to hand. Harry got the feeling that though she never said it, she liked having him around, and that she was in her own way looking out for him. Because where she was, Dudley sure as hell wasn't.

This was the life that Daisy Dursley led until the letter came.

And though a parent's love is supposed to be unconditional, most normal parents did not have to contend with the fact that their precious, normal, girl is in fact, a witch.