Chapter 1: Into the Fireplace

A/N: I got an idea from this fic after seeing this adorable headcanon about Dudley's daughter getting a Hogwarts letter. Feels, if there ever were some. Anyways, here you go. There are also some loose elements based on the musical "Wicked", but only the occasional reference here or there. (Loose being the operative word). So, without further ado, here it is.

Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter. I do own most of the characters, except for Dudley Dursley or any of the characters referenced (or encountered) throughout the Harry Potter series, by J.K. Rowling. Willow Dursley is entirely out of my own creation.

Dudley Dursley went to get the post one Saturday morning. "No post on Sundays," he said to himself, with a laugh, remembering from years ago. He flipped through the post. "Bills, bills, bills, and more bills," he said. Then he walked into breakfast to sit next to his wife, Kristen, and his eleven year old daughter, Willow. "How are the two most beautiful girls this morning?" he asked. Willow grinned.

"Good morning, Daddy," she said. Dudley went to the stove.

"Bacon or French toast?" he asked.

"Both?" Willow said hopefully.

"You got it," Dudley said with a smile.

Someone knocked at the door. "Who could that be?" asked Kristen.

"I'm not sure. I'll go get it," said Dudley. He went to answer the door. He opened it, and saw a woman in a purple cloak. "May I help you?" asked Dudley.

"Yes," said the woman, and then she handed Dudley a letter, with green ink used to write the address. It read, Willow Dursley, 132 Emerald Drive, Surrey. On the back it had a Hogwarts seal.

"Is this what I think it is?" asked Dudley.

"Yes. Willow Dursley, whether you like it or not, is a witch," said the woman.

The family was gathered in the living room, talking to the woman. "Allow me to introduce myself. I am Professor de Luce, the potions teacher at Hogwarts," she said.

"And I'm a witch?" asked Willow. Professor de Luce nodded. "Like in The Wizard of Oz?" asked Willow. Professor de Luce shook her head.

"Haven't you parents told you anything about your cousin Harry?" she asked. Willows eyes widen.

"I'm gonna have magic?" she asked. Professor de Luce nodded. "Prove it," said Willow, "Show me magic." Professor de Luce grinned.

"Magic? Alright," she said. She pulled out her wand, and pointed it at a bookshelf in the library, where Willow spent most of her time. "Incendio," said Professor de Luce, and the bookshelf burst into flame. Willows face dropped, and her eyes filled to the brim with tears. Then Professor de Luce extinguished the flame, and the bookshelf was left unharmed, without any evidence it had been on fire. Even the books were alright. Willow dried her eyes.

"How did you do that?" she asked.

"Magic," said Professor de Luce, "anyways, in that letter is the things you'll need for Hogwarts this year. You can find those in Diagon Alley. If you would like help finding Diagon Alley, I can take you there, the whole family in fact." Willow turned to her parents.

"Can we go? Can I go? To Hogwarts, I mean?" asked Willow. Dudley and Kristen looked at each other. But it was Kristen who spoke.

"Willow, whatever you do, I'll be the proudest mother ever. If you go to Hogwarts, which I strongly encourage you to do, I can guarantee that you will be safe. Yes, Willow, you can go to Hogwarts," she said. Willow ran over and hugged her mother.

"Thanks, mum," said Willow. Kristen smiled.

"So, Miss de Luce, how are we going to get to this Diagon Alley?" asked Dudley incredulously.

"I've established a connection to the Floo Network from that fireplace over in the library," said Professor de Luce.

"Theā€¦ Floo Network?" asked Willow.

"You'll see," said Professor de Luce. She led them over to the fireplace, and then pulled out a jar. "This is yours to keep," she said. She set it next to the fireplace. She opened it, revealing a coarse, green powder. "This is Floo powder. You hold it in you hand, step into the fire place, very clearly speak the name of the place you wish to go, and throw the Floo powder onto the ground of the fireplace. Green flames will engulf you, and although it is frightening your first few times, it is quite harmless, and actually very safe," she explained, "So? Are you ready to go to Diagon Alley?" Willow was dumbstruck. She was still processing what was happening.

"I- I think so," she said. Willow stepped into the fireplace.

"Would you like us to come with you Willow?" asked her mother. Willow was tempted to say yes, but only for a moment.

"No. I really need to do this on my own," said Willow, "Besides. I'll be back later tonight," she said. Willow stepped into the fireplace, grabbed some Floo powder in her hands. "Diagon Alley," she said firmly, and then threw the Floo powder onto the ground.