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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.

Chapter List
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A/N : Noticeable changes start taking place pretty soon.
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loisa : Dahlia is my second favorite character creation. I am loving her developement :)

Chapter 12

Dahlia waited for Harry at the doors, who excused himself from the group that had formed around him. He made his way to her.
"Alright, what's going on?!" He instantly asked in a whisper. "What have you planned this time?"
Dahlia shrugged.
"No, Lia, tell me why you want Draco and I to be friends. What's the deal?"
Dahlia glanced around at the surrounding people. "Draco is a popular boy." She whispered.
"And he's also a jerk."
"I think that is just a front."
Harry gave her a doubtful look.
"Harry, don't you trust me?" She asked sincerely. "You are new to this world, you have so much to learn, and I think that Draco Malfoy could help you with that."
"But, Lia, he's prejudiced."
"And, with your help, that can be corrected." She said firmly.
"I don't think so."
"Well, I do." She insisted. "Besides, he wants to be friends with you."
Harry frowned. "Why...?"
Dahlia sighed. "Harry, look at how the people act around you. Can you imagine growing up hearing one child's name everyday? One powerful child's name? He's obviously curious."
"So he likes me just for my fame."
Dahlia sent him a look. "Which is no different than any other student here. You think the Gryffindor house cheered the loudest at your sorting for your glasses?"
Harry sighed deeply. "So I am doomed from making any real friends?"
"No." She put a hand to his shoulder. "You got me, for starters, who has always looked out for you. And in time, you will learn which friends are your real ones, but right now, you have a lot to catch up to, Mr. Boy Who Lived. If you listen enough, people will spread around knowledge. Knowledge is power. Today we have already learned that Weedle Cotton is the softest material."
She earned a soft chuckle from Harry on that.
Dahlia waited for a group of staring students to slowly pass before continuing. "And, with Draco, you're with him or against him. I am not quite ready to deal with a group of bullies at the moment; the whole Slytherin house would be against us. That's not a battle I'd be interested in fighting. Knowing them, they wouldn't play fair, and you are not as skilled as them yet."
"Fine..." he agreed bitterly.
Dahlia giggled. "Now, Harry, don't pretend you didn't like that Quiddich conversation."
Harry smiled widely. "It sounds so wicked, Lia. I can not wait to try it!"
* / *

"I wish they would stop staring at me." Harry grumbled to Dahlia on the way to their first class. Just about everyone they passed could not keep their eyes off him.
"It'll wear off.' She assured him. "You're a new thing right now. If you got to meet Thomas Croudur, wouldn't you stare at him too?" Thomas Croudur was Harry's favorite tv show star.
Harry shrugged to her truth.
"But if you saw him everyday, it would seem like nothing, right?"
"Yeah..."
"Same goes for you. I am sure of it." Dahlia said, walking into the Transfiguration classroom.
As Dahlia had thought, Transfigurations ended up being extremely difficult. After Professor McGonagall had showed off her skills by transfiguring her desk into a pig and back again, gaining the first years' attention, she made them write down a list of rules. It could be a very dangerous skill if not properly done right, and she made sure her pupils knew it.
When they had gone over the rules, the professor went around passing out matches. As Hermione had claimed the night before, they were to transfigure this into a needle.
Professor McGonagall demonstrated this, and by the end of the class, Hermione actually had silvery pointed match, earning a proud smile from the teacher.
"See Miss Granger's match everyone?" Professor McGonagall held up Hermione's match for them to admire. Ron grunted quietly at this, but Dahlia, who was sitting next to Hermione, congratulated her on her near success. Hermione beamed from the recognition of her hard work.
The students weren't the only ones excited about Harry. The tiny charms professor, Professor Flitwick, fell off his stack of books that he had to stand on, when he first squeaked out Harry's name for roll call. The class of first years giggled at that.
There, they practiced lighting up their wands with the Lumos spell. Nearly every student was capable of this spell.
History of Magic was the most boring one of all. The only thing remotely exciting was that the teacher was a ghost. Unfortunately, he was also the most dullest ghost ever heard of. He droned on forever in a voice that could put anyone to sleep. And it did. Dahlia had a feeling that this was going to be a class where a lot of students would catch winks of sleep in.
She yawned, and made an effort to tune Professor Binn's mono toned voice from her head. She read through her notes and textbook, double checking that she had them right.
Hermione sat alert, watching the teacher as he spoke, and somehow, at the same time, her hand was moving as she wrote down everything the man said.
This girl was hardcore.
Herbology was better. The plants that moved and also sensed your own movement were interesting. Just like the other classes though, they were hardly taught much the first day. All it was was a simple introductory lesson on what they were going to learn during their first year at Hogwarts.
"Oi." Draco approached Harry Friday morning. "We have two classes together today." He wedged himself between Dahlia and Harry. "I can't wait for the Defense, I don't think it's going to be any good though. Dumbledore is really useless at finding a decent Defense teacher."
Dahlia kicked Draco in the shin who yelped out.
"Something wrong?" She asked him innocently when he gave her a look.
"Nothing at all, Miss Dursley." He grit his teeth. "Your braids are a bit crooked today, did you know?"
Dahlia forced a grin, telling herself not to check her hair, knowing the boy was messing with her, but she could not help herself. "I'll be right back." She told the group, hurrying off to the bathroom.
Just as she figured, her braids were perfect as always. She narrowed her eyes at her reflection in the mirror. So he wants to play games with her. She'll play them right back.
"I got a letter." Harry informed Dahlia when she returned. Much to her dismay, Draco had disappeared.
"From who?"
"Hagrid. He wants to meet me for tea." He smiled.
"That's nice. How was the delivery? What was it like to get an owl from Hedwig?" She asked eagerly.
Harry grinned. "It was great. Made me feel like a real wizard."
When Defense Against the Dark Arts came around, Dahlia found herself partially agreeing with Draco on his statement about the Defense teacher. Professor Quirrell was, indeed, absolutely useless. His classroom rank of garlic, and because of that, there were rumors stating that he was hiding from a vampire. Dahlia found that silly, but the story made for a good laugh.
The professor was a teller of white lies, as he claimed to kill a zombie but wouldn't explain how, and he would immediately change the subject when someone asked how he killed it.
"He's a loony." Draco rolled his eyes after Defense was through. Vincent and Gregory agreed quickly. "This year's lessons will be complete rubbish!" He said in disgust. "I bet the kids at Durmstrang are learning all sorts of things. Mother wouldn't let me go there though." He suddenly looked dejected.
"I already know some of the defense subjects." Hermione said proudly.
"You should teach us them." Dahlia suggested gently. "I bet we all would love to know some new spells, huh, boys?"
Harry and Ron nodded eagerly at the suggestion. The Slytherins wisely remained silent, not wanting to make a scene over a muggleborn tutoring them.
"I can try." Hermione said after a thought. "How about tomorrow after lunch?"
"Sounds fine." Draco finally agreed. "I'll see if I can bring someone by to assist you."
Dahlia couldn't help but to wonder to herself why Draco would even bother coming if he already had someone to show him how to cast Defense spells.
"Potions is next." Ron announced.
"Wait." Draco called out gently, making everyone stop to look at him. "You Gryffies are going to struggle in this class." He informed them bluntly. "It won't surprise you that Snape favours my house, but I have also heard that he really loathes the Gryffindors. Best to keep your head low." He then smirked. "Unless you want to just hand us the House Cup- in which we have won for the past six years."
"You wish!" Harry tossed back at him. "We'll win it this year."
"Yeah." Draco drawled playfully, leading the way into their Potions class. "Sure you will."
Draco and Harry continued arguing with each other on who would win the House cup. Ron, Vincent, and Gregory joined in on the playful insults they tossed at each other.
"We have more good looking blokes in our house." Ron said.
Draco smirked. "Yes, but it takes ten of you to make up for one of us. Quality over quantity, Weasley."
Harry and Draco subconsciously sat themselves together during their teasing. Dahlia sat next to Neville who was in hysterics.
"What's wrong, Nev?" She asked, he was elbows deep in his cauldron.
"T-Trever!" He whimpered. "My toad is stuck!"
Hermione sat down on the other side of Neville, and busied herself with Neville. "How did you even manage to get him in there?" She whispered to him gently. She stuck her wand in the cauldron and stirred it. The toad made a loud croak and flew out into Neville's arms.
"Thank you!" He breathed with relief, smiling at her.
"Now keep him still!" She scolded. "The professor should be here any minute!"
"Ew, God, is that a foot?!" Dahlia cringed, pointing at a jar on a shelf stocked with potion ingredients.
Draco, who was separated from her by Ron, snickered. "Merlin, you are such a girl, Dursley! I was looking forward to this class, but suddenly, that feeling has multiplied by one thousand." He wore a smug look.
"Hush up." Dahlia muttered.
"It's the foot of a goblin." He informed her with delight. "And I'd wager that Snape severed it off himself." He paused, a wicked grin forming on his face."While it was still alive."
Dahlia's eyes widened in horror at the thought. "You're joking!" She shrieked.
Draco shrugged, not answering her either way.
"That's horrid!"
"Quiet down now." A cold voice ordered then. Professor Snape swept up to the front of the room. "During the duration of the year, any conversion that has nothing to do with this subject shall end as soon as the lesson starts. Failure to do so shall grant you a detention." His eyes scanned the class, as if expecting an argument from someone, but not a soul did.
"When I call your name, you shall only rise your hand." He said lazily, as he wandlessly conjured a piece of parchment that no doubt listed their names.
When it was time for Dahlia to raise her hand, she couldn't help noticing that the professor looked at her longer than the previous student called. She sent him a smile. Professor Snape moved on to the next name after a clearing of his throat.
"Ah, yes, Harry Potter..." His voice hardly above a whisper. He then stared at Harry for several seconds. You could probably hear a pin drop with as quiet as the room was at that moment.
"Are you alright, Professor?" Draco asked.
Professor Snape looked at Draco for a second before returning to his roll call, as if nothing had been interrupted.
Like the other teachers, he gave his own introductory speech, only, he said nothing encouraging as the others had. Dahlia knew at that precise moment that he truly hated his job one hundred percent.
So why was he here then? He appeared brilliant enough. Surely he could do something that he'd rather enjoy? In his odd speech to them, Professor Snape gave the impression that he enjoyed brewing potions. So... why wasn't he doing a career with brewing that he would like?
"Potter!" He said suddenly, making half the class jump. "What would I get if I added asphodel root powder to an infusion of wormwood?"
Dahlia glanced at Harry who looked to be thinking of the answer. Hermione raised her hand eagerly. Dahlia instantly followed.
Professor Snape ignored their hands. He only wanted Harry to answer the question. Dahlia lowered her hand, studying the shadow of a man who still awaited for Harry's answer.
"I can't remember, sir." Harry finally answered.
Dahlia sighed. Her and Harry had studied the books thoroughly, he wasn't able to remember text as quick as she, but she had been hoping he would remember.
Professor Snape sneered and gave out a tut. "Clearly fame isn't everything, Potter." He then pointed to Dahlia with a finger. "Do you really know? Or were you just attempting to distract me?" He asked coolly.
"Um..." she glanced at Harry before answering the teacher, "Yes, sir. I know the answer." Earning herself a quirk of his eyebrow.
Draco scoffed. "As if!"
"Quiet." The professor drawled. To Dahlia, he said, "Enlighten your cousin, then, Miss Dursley."
Harry and Dahlia's eyes met. "You already know. Remember, it's a sleeping potion..." she hinted to him.
"Oh!" Harry said, remembering then. "Drought of the Living Death, now I remember!" His grin faded when he met the Professor's cold eyes.
"A point taken from Gryffindor. Potter, you will not speak out of turn again."
"Yes, sir." Harry mumbled.
"Told you so." Draco whispered to Harry when Professor Snape had turned away.
Professor Snape pointed his wand at a blackboard and a recipe appeared on it. He scanned his eyes around the room. "I am not going to waste my time with pairing you up today. You shall partner with the person on your left, starting from the east side of the room."
Dahlia got Ron as a partner.
"One partner will do the brewing, the other, the preparation of the ingredients. Assist each other if necessary. You will begin now."
"I'll prepare the ingredients." Dahlia automatically said. Ron shrugged. "Brewing is going to be more fun anyway. I get to use my wand." He held it proudly.
Dahlia had already been through a couple of her Grandmother's books. It appeared that Grandmother recorded pretty much every potion involving anything to do with reptiles and even some amphibians, and Dahlia wanted to try a trick that she had read about snake fangs.
"Do me a favour." Dahlia whispered to Ron, when she noticed he had gotten the fire to start.
"What?"
"Could you... get the horned slugs out of the jar for me?" She wrinkled her nose, setting the jar on the desk. She was sure if she felt their nasty bodies that she would throw up there right on the spot!
"Sure."
According to her Grandmother's notes, each curing potion had to have a powder of some sort, a liquid, two animal parts -one of them belonging to a mammal-, and a plant. The recipe on display was lacking the liquid. Dahlia eyed the jar of horned slugs. They seemed slimy enough. They sat in a disgusting substance; did that serve as the needed liquid?
Grandmother noted that when dealing with snake fangs, an extra drop of whatever liquid you were using would make the potion twenty percent more effective.
When it was time to add the horned slugs, Dahlia took a dropper and added a drop of horned slug juice to the brew. Ron protested quietly, claiming he was the brewer.
"No!" Hermione hissed, followed by a smacking sound. "Take the cauldron off the fire first!"
"Oh... right..." Neville said shakily.
"My, my, Mr. Malfoy, excellent work on the horned slug stewing." Professor Snape spoke up. "See what paying attention gets you?" He asked the class smugly. "A point to Slytherin."
Draco flashed Dahlia a complacent grin when he caught her looking at his brew. It did look appropriately made, she'd admit that. She smiled back at him, a true smile though. She wasn't jealous of him. If he was better, he was better. It's not like this was going to be her best subject.
"It's done." Ron announced to her after waving his wand.
"It looks..." she tilted her head. It looked just as what Grandmother had wrote that it would. Smooth and dark blue, with many light blue specks that made it all glittery.
Now she only had to wait...
"What did you do wrong?" Hermione asked, looking at Ron and Dahlia's brew.
"What do you mean?" Ron demanded indignantly. "It's perfect!"
"It's supposed to be a solid blue." She gestured to her own brew. "Not all-"
"What on Earth?" Professor Snape towered behind Ron and Dahlia, leaning over between the two, peering into Ron's cauldron.
"Get me a ladle!" He barked to Ron who hastily went digging for one from his bag and then held it out to him. Professor Snape snatched it from Ron and swirled it through the brew. "Hmm..." he mused after the inspection. "Which one of you diverted from the recipe?" His cold black eyes flickered between the two of them.
"Did I do something wrong?" Dahlia asked. She had wanted him to notice the brew, but she now had a gut feeling that this wasn't how it was supposed to go. What did she foul up? Was her Grandmother's tip faulty? Was that why her books weren't popular? But Dad said Grandmother was brilliant. Unless, of course he was just saying so, with her being his mother and all.
Again, the professor eyed Dahlia far longer than he should had before stepping away. "Stay after class, Dursley." He said before moving onto Hermione and Neville's brew.
Ron shuddered. "I wouldn't want to be you right now!" He whispered.
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