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Dahlia's Magic	By : lexiatel Category: Harry Potter AU/AR > General Views: 8802 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: Disclaimer: Harry Potter belongs to Jk Rowling, I do not make any profit in writing this story what so ever, I am just having some fun.

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Chapter 11-
Dahlia woke up slightly confused as to where she was the next morning before remembering that she was at Hogwarts. She got up to do her morning routine of making herself presentable to the world.
Hermione's bed sat empty. It surprise Dahlia none that the know-it-all would also be an early bird.
On Dahlia's seventy-seventh brush stroke to her hair, Hermione returned, dressed and ready for the day. She began pacing the floor, muttering spells to herself.
"What's the incantation that allows you to change the color of an object?" Hermione asked, speaking to Dahlia for the first time that morning.
"Uh... I... didn't think there was one?" There certainly hadn't been one in any of her books, she and Harry had been through all of theirs; front and back. Besides, she only had to tell something to turn a colour before it did.
"Well, of course there is!" Hermione rolled her eyes. She resumed to her muttering until Dahlia started another part of her daily routine that she hadn't been able to do for the last two months. Now that she was at Hogwarts, she could start it back up.
"What are you doing?" Hermione asked curiously, as Dahlia sat three plastic disposable cups on the top of her trunk.
Dahlia lay on her stomach on her bed, with her head at the end of it, using her arms as a pillow. "Practicing magic." She answered. She then made the cups stack by themselves, and unstack.
Hermione gasped. "Where's your wand?"
"My wand?" Dahlia glanced at the cupboard where her wand was stored. She had forgotten about her wand. It was a habit she was developing since she hadn't needed one ever before.
"How do... you... do that?" The girl gaped at her.
"Can't you do it too?" Surely the smart girl could do something as simple as make lightweight cups move on their own.
Hermione shook her head. "Not without my wand."
"Have you ever even tried it?" Dahlia asked her bluntly.
"Well... no." Hermione said slowly giving Dahlia the impression that the thought had never occurred to her.
Dahlia gestured to the cups. "Try it then. Using your mind, make them do something."
Hermione got down onto her knees in front of the trunk so she was eye level with the cups. Dahlia watched her lips move, as she concentrated on trying to make the cups animate. Hermione sighed heavily several minutes later. The cups hadn't moved an inch for her.
"Well, you can try again later." Dahlia said gently, and put the cups away. "I have to meet my cousin now."
"Oh, so that was why you were hugging Harry Potter." Hermione said, snatching her book bag. "I didn't know that he had a cousin. Did you know that he defeated a very powerful wizard at only the age of one?"
Dahlia nodded politely. "Yes, I did."
Hermione followed her down the stairs to the common room, where they met Harry and Ron.
"Sleep well?" Dahlia asked Harry.
"Yep."
"The beds here are made from one hundred percent weedle cotton." Hermione informed. "It is supposedly the softest type of material known to man."
Dahlia saw Ron roll his eyes behind Hermione's back as she kept on about weedle cotton. They followed Hermione out of the common room, since she seemed to know exactly where to go.
The girl, who knew much more than anyone probably should, pointed out things to avoid, such as the locked door that led to a forbidden bathroom.
While Harry and Dahlia acknowledged her tips politely, Ron muttered his annoyance with her under his breath. He must have had a low tolerance for outspoken brainiacs. At least Ron didn't have to dorm up with her. He would go positively nutty then. While Dahlia wasn't completely annoyed with Hermione yet, if the talking encyclopedia kept on for much longer, Dahlia was sure someone would end up gagging her with a dirty sock.
The table was already dished with breakfast food and the four sat down at the it, Hermione talking non stop.
A movement from the corner of Dahlia's eye made her look to her left. She saw Draco stalking toward them with the boys that were built like Dudley trying to keep up with his quick strides. She hid a grin at Draco's complete focus on Harry. The boy was severely desperate for Harry's attention.
"Why, hello, Draco!" Dahlia greeted him cheerily before he could say anything at all. His cold eyes set upon her for a split second before returning back to Harry.
"You know this boy?" Harry asked in surprise.
"Yeah. I met him on the train, Harry. He's a lovely boy, aren't you, Draco?"
Draco raised his eyebrows up at Dahlia, clearly in wonder what she was up to.
"Harry was just having breakfast with his new friends." Dahlia informed him. "Would you like to join us?" She created a gap between herself and Harry for the boy.
Draco made a funny noise that sounded between a snort and a scoff.
"He doesn't want to sit next to you, Dahlia." Harry said, giving him a cold look. "He thinks you're beneath him."
"Now, you wouldn't want to start fighting!" Hermione hissed. "And get into trouble on the first day!"
"No, they wouldn't." Dahlia said sweetly. "Draco and I already had a talk about that, though, Harry. Haven't we, Draco?"
Draco lifted his chin and took a stiff breath, before forcing a convincing smile. "Yes, Miss. Dursley, we certainly have." in a swift movement, he sat at the place Dahlia had made for him. To Harry, he said, "Your cousin is a lovely... witch." he said the last word with a sort of high pitch to his voice, like he had to choke it out. "Nice to meet you, Mr. Potter." He held out his hand to Harry to shake. "I have heard many great things about you."
Harry's eyes shifted back and forth from Draco to Dahlia a few times before finally taking Draco's hand. "Call me Harry." He said to Draco, but his eyes were on Dahlia the whole time they shook hands. He knew something was up.
"These are my friends," Draco gestured to the two boys. "Vincent Crabbe and Gregory Goyle."
"Come sit down then, boys, there's room for us all." Dahlia patted the bench on her right side that was empty.
Vincent and Gregory looked at Draco for the permission. Draco smiled cunningly. "Well, you heard her, sit down."
Ron's mouth hung open at the three additions to their table and since the threat of a possible fight was gone, Hermione started rambling about which lessons the Gryffindors would be taught that day.
To tune her out, Draco asked Harry if he had ever played Quiddich before. Obviously, he hadn't, which allowed Ron and Draco to fill Harry in all the exciting things about the Wizard sport. Vincent and Gregory appeared to have no interest in the sport. They were talking in low voices about spells they had been trying.
"I sure miss ice." Vincent grumbled. "I can't figure out how to make it." He sighed, taking out his wand and pointing it at his goblet of milk. "Fresen." The milk began boiling over the edges, and together the boys began mopping the mess up with napkins.
"At least you can make something boil." Gregory told him after they were through. "I can't even make lumos work."
"That's because neither of you are doing it right." Hermione announced across from them. She had scooted down to them, once she had realized the other three boys weren't going to pay any attention to her.
Vincent and Gregory glared at her. "We weren't talking to you." Vincent snarled.
"Keep practicing." Dahlia told the boys, getting up from the table. "You'll get it." She tapped Vincent's shoulder softly and went around the table to Hermione. "Can I speak with you for a moment?"
Hermione took out her wand from the arm of her robes. "After I show them the proper away in doing it." She said, with a wave of her wand.
Dahlia grabbed at Hermione's forearm. "It's important, trust me. I got something to teach you that you may want to learn."
Hermione's eyes went to Dahlia as the thought of learning something new twirled around inside her head. She nodded and got up from the table. "Alright, where are we going?" She asked.
"Just out there for a moment." Dahlia pointed to the doors of the Great Hall. She glanced back at Harry who appeared happy enough, absorbed in the Quiddich conversation. Ron, Draco, and him getting along well enough for Dahlia to slip away with Hermione.
"Now listen to me, Hermione." Dahlia said urgently, when they were out in the corridor. "I've been surrounded by boys all my life. I don't know how your homelife was before Hogwarts, and I don't care to know. What I do know is boys. And something they do not like is when people- girls especially- tell them that they are wrong, or doing something wrong. Understand what I am saying?"
"Yes, but I was only trying to help." She insisted.
"You can easily help them without crushing their ego. Do you want to make any friends at all?" She asked Hermione harshly.
The girl looked down at the floor, tilting her head a little. "I- never... had any..."
"But you want some, right?" Dahlia pressed.
Hermione bit her lip and nodded.
"I can help you with that." Dahlia offered.
"You will?" Hermione asked with surprise.
"Sure. First thing... if you're going to correct someone, don't start off with 'You're doing it all wrong!' It just makes everyone loathe you. Really, it does... Gets completely under your skin, and all you want to do is strangle the person to death."
"Then how should I do it?"
Dahlia thought a moment. "How about... 'That's real good, would you like to learn how to make it even better? With a little practice, I bet you can be a complete master at it.' Something like that usually works."
"Alright..."
"Go give it a try then." Dahlia gestured Hermione back into the Great Hall. "And tone your spells down some; boost their up ego a little, they obviously need it." Dahlia stood by the entrance, as Hermione quickly made her way back to the untalented boys who were still trying to cast the simplest of spells.
Hermione successfully got their attention with whatever compliment she gave them and she showed them, through a complete list of instructions, how to cast the spells that they had been wanting to perform. By the time breakfast was through, Vincent had the icy milk he had craved, and Gregory could cast a Lumos as bright as Hermione's toned down spell.
Dahlia smiled. Everything was falling into place just perfectly.
* / *
"Did you just see what happened?" Filius about gasped out as the Malfoy boy sat down at the Gryffindor table.
"It's... unheard of..." Minerva whispered in complete shock. "What do you think his father would do if he knew?" She asked Severus, whose eyes didn't leave the scene.
"If the boy wasn't his sole heir? Denounce him from the Malfoy name."
"Miss Dursley and Mr. Potter seem to have quite a close relationship." Albus noted.
"They are just adorable together, aren't they?!" Pomona asked with a quiet squeal. "You would almost think they were siblings."
"Tey look so much like tem!" Hagrid blubbered, thinking about Lily and James Potter.
They watched as Miss Dursley rised from the table, said something to Mr. Crabbe, and approached Miss Granger. The two girls exchanged words before Miss Dursley glanced at Mr. Potter, and lead Miss Granger out of the Hall.
"How curious." Albus said simply, gaining a few looks from some of the teachers. He didn't elaborate his fascination to them. Even after Minerva inquired about it.
Miss Granger returned back to the table shortly and showed the Slytherin boys how to cast the spells they had been struggling with. Miss Dursley stood at the entrance to the Great Hall, watching the group of first years intently for the rest of the breakfast.
"She's still standing there." Pomona said, several minutes later.
"Indeed she is." Filius said after a looking at the doors.
"Is she... jealous?" Minerva asked, as Miss Dursley continued to watch the table with a blank look on her face.
"I do not believe so." Albus' eyes twinkled when the girl had smiled after the breakfast plates had finally disappeared, ending the meal.
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