Brianna Petunia Dursley was different. She was tall and thin like her Grandma, with dark brown, adorably, wavy hair, a round face and bright green eyes that confused her father. Only one person her father had ever known had those eyes.

Dudley Dursley loved his daughter with all his heart. He was careful to not spoil her as his parents had with him. She lived a privileged childhood and took every possible opportunity. She was curious, smart, and innocent enough to get away with anything. When the occasion did arise and she found herself in a bad situation, she would always slip out.

The first time anything unusual happened was when a man tried to kidnap her. She was eight at the time, and the way she described it was: "The wind picked up the man and put him in the tree." After that strange things happened more and more around the house. The cat that bothered her in the middle of the night would be found in the locked-on-the-inside basement. Her bully was found in the next town over without explanation. Things were just odd.

Dudley knew what she was, and he couldn't be more proud. On her tenth birthday he picked up the phone. The number on the fridge was the same one he had received by owl so long ago. He dialed slowly, almost cautiously. Before pressing send, he hung up. What would he even say? I'm sorry I was an arse when we were kids, lets be friends now. He shook his head and wrote it down. Everything he wanted to tell his cousin slash brother but couldn't bring himself to.

A year passed before the letter arrived. On Bri's eleventh birthday. Just like he thought it would. Addressed to:

Brianna P. Dursley

The first room on the right

Number 4 Privet Drive

"Bri," he called once her party was finished, "I have something for you."

Bri ran in. Her eyes flashed with brilliant curiosity as she took the letter from her father. She very thoroughly examined it before breaking the red wax seal. She pulled out the letter first. She read it with a calculating look on her face. "Is this a trick?" She asked when she finished.

"Not at all," Dudley assured her.

"So this is why I'm so different?" Bri asked.

Dudley nodded.

"This is why instead of being angry when I did something odd, you were proud?" Bri asked, but it sounded more like a statement.

Dudley nodded again. A smile spread across his face. Bri smiled as well, then she laughed. She laughed so hard that tears rolled down her face, and Dudley knew why he loved her so much.

That night, after Bri had gone to sleep, Dudley called his adopted brother slash cousin. His heart pounded as the phone rang. Half of him hoped that his cousin wouldn't pick up, but the other half rejoiced when a voice on the other end said, "Hello?"

It was a woman's voice.

"Hey," Dudley said, "Is Harry Potter there?" Once again he half hoped that she would say no.

"May I ask who this is?" The woman asked.

"Someone who should have called a long time ago," Dudley said, "I'm Dudley Dursley."

"I'll go get him." He could hear children yelling in the background.

A minute later an almost familiar voice said, "Dudley? Could that really be you?"

"Yah," Dudley said, "I was going to write you, but I have some things I needed you to hear me say."

"What is it?" Harry asked. He almost sounded concerned.

"My daughter Brianna, she got her Hogwarts letter today," Dudley explained, "I just thought I should let you know."

Harry was silent for a moment. "You know, my son, James, he just got his letter as well," he said, "Would you like to go to Diagon Alley with my family?"

Dudley nodded before realizing Harry couldn't see him. "Yah," he said, "I'd like that. It would be good for Bri."

"So meet me at Grimmauld Place?" Harry asked, "Two weeks from today?"

"Where's Grimmauld Place?" Dudley asked.

"It's part of the mug... Your world," Harry said, "You should be able to find it."

"Alright," Dudley swallowed, it felt like there was a ball of wax in his throat, "Seeya then."

"Yeah," Harry replied, "Seeya."

Dudley sunk into a chair. Nearly twenty years of weight lifted from his shoulders, only to be replaced by something else. What would Harry think of him? Would Harry even recognize him? He had lost a lot of weight. He had gone to college. He had Bri. He heard footsteps behind him.

"Who was that dad?" Bri asked.

"An old friend," Dudley replied, "and I can't wait for you to meet him."