"Mum, what's Hogwarts?"
Dudley dropped his morning coffee as he shot up from the living room couch. He turned towards his only daughter, who was standing with the morning post in her small hands.
"Hogwarts?" he heard his wife call from the kitchen, poking her head through the doorway.
"Honey, do you know anything about what she is talking about?" He walked over to Acacia and looked over her shoulder at the envelope.

Acacia Dursley

310 Upton Drive

Little Whinging, Surrey

Up the stairs, first door to the left

"Acacia, Bridgit, I think we all need to sit down and talk."

"Do you know anything about this Hogwarts, honey?" Bridgit asks as she dries her hands on a washcloth.

"I actually do, sweets," Dudley replied nonchalantly, going back to the couch and patting the spot next to him for Acacia. She walked to the seat, her blonde curls bouncing on her shoulders. She plopped down on her father's left, leaning her head on his shoulder. He gave her a loving squeeze, grabbing her hand in his own.

Bridgit came out then, her face lighting up when she saw her husband and only child waiting for her.

"I am going to tell you all about Hogwarts, but you must promise to leave all comments to the end," he smiled at his wife, remembering their first date when she had said that before telling him her life story.

"Hogwarts is a school of witchcraft and wizardry. My late aunt, Lily Potter, was a witch, and so was her son, and my cousin, Harry. I know, Acacia, you've never met uncle Harry, but we should probably change that. Sometimes people just are magical, not based on their blood or their parents, they just are. That was Lily, and that's you, Acacia.

"Hogwarts is a school in Scotland, though muggles, which is what your mum and I are, non-magical people, cannot see it. Harry must've loved it, it was much better than how grandma and grandpa treated him, and I hope you love it, too.

"You will probably hear people talking about your uncle Harry, but let me tell you what really happened. Harry was special in the wizard world. He was the boy that lived, he had defeated a really evil man when he was just a baby. When he got accepted into Hogwarts when he was eleven, my parents went bonkers, trying to keep him from it. But he got there every year. And every year there was someone trying to kill Harry. In his fourth year at Hogwarts, the evil wizard, Voldemort, came back to life, and tried to kill everyone. In Harry's last year at Hogwarts, he tried to stop Voldemort, and he did. A lot of bad things had happened, but it was over. And now Harry is married and has three children. We should call them up sometime and invite them over to catch up.

"But that isn't the point, the point is that you are a witch, and are going to have an amazing time at Hogwarts, and if you open the envelope, we can learn more," he finished, waiting for a response from either of them.

"So, I'm magical?" Acacia whispered. Dudley slowly nodded. "This is awesome!" she shrieked jumping off the couch and doing a little happy dance. Bridgit slowly smiled, picking up her daughter in a giant hug.

"Well, let's open the letter!" Acacia suggested, tearing open the letter, trying not to rip anything inside in her haste.

Dear Acacia Dursley,

We are pleased to inform you that you have been accepted at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. Please find enclosed list of all necessary books and equipment.

Term 1 begins the first of September. We await your owl no later than 31 July.

Yours sincerely,

Minerva McGonagall

Deputy Headmistress

Also enclosed was a list of all materials, which Dudley had no idea where to get. He remembered something about an alley, but knew he needed more information. There was only one thing to do.

"Daddy, where are you going?" Acacia asked him as he walked into the dining room.

"To write a letter that is much overdue."

Dear Harry,
My daughter, Acacia, got her Hogwarts acceptance letter today. I'm not really sure why I'm writing this to you other than to say I'm sorry. I'm sorry for all of those times I tormented you as a kid and as a teenager. I'm sorry this has taken so long for me to write. I hope we can be friends, and for us to catch up and for our families to meet sometime. Also, I don't know the first thing about how to prepare Acacia for Hogwarts, and you're the only person I know who could help me. Again, I am truly sorry and hope you can forgive me.
Sincerely,
Dudley Dursley

About a few days later, an owl showed up at their mailbox with a note, with a mere ten words on it.

Thank you, apology accepted. We'll be over at six tomorrow.