(A/N I don't own any of the Harry Potter characters, the fantastic J K Rowling does.)
I'm Emma Dursley. My father is Dudley Dursley. My mother is Jenny Dursley.
I'm not fat and blonde like my parents. I'm skinny and have soft, creamy brown hair, and brilliant brown eyes. Everyone says I'm weird. But I know I'm different. Strange things happen to me. I don't know why, but strange things happen.
July 31st is my birthday, and ever since strange things have started happening mum gets the mail. I don't know why, she just does.
On June 19th, Mum came in with the mail and she gasped when she saw one. She rushed to Dad and he said, "It's nothing dear. It's just a misprint." She calmed down, and went back to cooking.
I live on Number 4 Private Drive. I live in the cupboard under the stairs. Mum and Dad love my brother more than me. They named him Dudley II. Who would do that? He looks just like my dad. Fat and blonde. (A/N Sorry if I'm offending anyone)
"Get up," Mum said through the locked door. Dud (What I call my brother) trampled down the stairs. Fully knowing that that bothers me. "GET UP GIRL!" he shouted. "Don't call me girl! I have a name, you know!" "I don't care!" I rolled my eyes and got dressed.
It was July 19th when the letters were pouring in. And it was July 30th when we left for a hut on a rock. I didn't know what was happening. I didn't know why we left, but we did.
At midnight my brother's watch beeped, signalling midnight. "Happy birthday, Emma," I said to myself.
The door crashed down, a man stood in the doorway. Dad woke up and got his riffle. "Hullo, cousin," he said. "Harry?" "Hullo," he said again. Dad ran and hugged him. "Why haven't you been responding to the- oh yeah." He walked over to me. "So you're Emma?" I gulped, then nodded. "Hullo, I'm Harry Potter. Come on. Let's go," he said. I followed him out and mum and dad didn't do anything.
"Where are we going?" I asked. "My house first," he answered. "Who are you?" "Again, Harry Potter." He slapped himself in the face. "You have no idea who I am, do you?" "Sorry, no," I answered. "I'm your uncle, Harry Potter. Let me be the first to tell you, you're a witch Emma." "Me!? I can't be a witch!" "Has anything ever happened that you couldn't explain?" "All the time. Then dad locked me in the cupboard for a week," I said. "He takes after his father. Wait. You live in the cupboard? Of Number 4 Private Drive?" I nodded. "I lived there, too!" He said. I didn't know why he was so happy. "Hold on tight, we're going to apparate."