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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 13-

When the lesson was over, Harry stepped up to Dahlia. "I was going to meet Hagrid for tea, but I'll cancel and wait for you instead..." he glanced at Professor Snape with narrow eyes.

"It's okay, Harry." She told him gently. "You go meet Hagrid."
"I'm surprised he's not holding Weasley back also." Draco said, grabbing his bag. "With him being your partner and all."
"I did everything I was supposed to!" Ron defended himself.
"Unless you boys wish to stay; I suggest that you leave now." Professor Snape ordered darkly from at the front of the room. He stood stiff behind his desk, his hands to his side.
"I'm out!" Draco said quickly, making his exit, Ron following him.
"Go." She told Harry, who lingered behind with uncertainty. She gave him a reassuring smile. "He's not going to kill me or anything."
"That's not something to joke about, Lia!" Harry told her in a whisper.
Dahlia rolled her eyes. "Okay... sorry. Go on and have your afternoon tea." She began pushing him out. "I'll be fine."
Harry looked doubtful, but door's closing blocked Dahlia from having to see his worried face any longer.
Dahlia heard a click then. The door had been locked. She turned around in question to see Professor Snape looking down at her. It was strange how good he was at hiding his emotions from his face. Professor Snape was the first person Dahlia had ever met where she had trouble reading.
She smiled sweetly, unsure of what else to do. He didn't frighten her, but since she couldn't tell what he was up to, she was at a lost on how she could manipulate him and weasel her way out of this. "Professor, don't think that I can't unlock this door."
He turned from her, stalking quickly to a cupboard. "It's not to keep you in. I locked it to keep anyone out."
Dahlia was curious now. She tried the knob, twisting it, and indeed, he was correct, the door opened just fine from the inside. Watching the professor rummage through a drawer of the cabinet, she shut the door back up.
"Might I ask why you don't wish for an interruption?"
"I am deducting five points from Gryffindor for your failure on following directions." He finally found what he was looking for- a book, and stood up.
"It will never happen again, sir." She said, having difficulties in hiding a grin. His oily hair had adjusted, blocking her sight from him. He hastily brushed it back with a hand and swept wordlessly to Dahlia and Ron's potion.
"Tell me exactly what you did." He ordered without looking up at her. He had the book open, sliding his finger down the page until he found the spot on the page that he sought. Professor Snape took out an empty vial and then ladled some of brew into it.
"Um..." He was collecting her brew. So, she must not had messed it up. Dahlia successfully hid a smile. Good, this was going to be easier than she had thought it was going to be.
"Would you like me to deduct five hundred points instead?" He drawled lazily.
He was willing to waste his whole daily Gryffindor point deductions on her. They had been right when they said he would act this way. He desperately wanted to know what she had done. And she couldn't blame him.
Knowledge is power.
"I can't really tell you that, sir." She said quietly.
His cold dark eyes shifted to her. "And just why not?"
She lifted her shoulder in a shrug. "It's a secret. No one must know- not yet, anyway."
"Yet?" He seethed.
"Yet." She repeated firmly. She then smiled. "But, Professor, when I do go to share it, you will be the first and only to know."
"If that is the case, why must it wait?" He asked.
"Because now is not the perfect time." Dahlia insisted gently. "There's a perfect moment for everything, and I will know when that is."
She watched his jaw clench. "You will tell me now, or I will assign you a month of detentions!"
There it is.
"How about this..." she stepped up to him slowly. "I'll tell you what I did, and in return, you tell me why it's so intriguing to you. But-" she raised a finger up sternly. "I want every detail, not some lazy explanation that you would give just any ordinary person, because, sir, you shall learn very shortly that I am far from normal."
He raised an eyebrow, giving Dahlia just a moment's clue that he was somewhat interested with her bargain.
"I do have more tips." She added quickly to persuade his decision. "If you would also like some more introductions to sudden brew improvements." She was going on a limb here, assuming her Grandmother may have been more brilliant than lucky, but she didn't care. This man was going to help her, and, in return, she would help him. "I promise that your return will be greater than mine- in the end."
"A promise from an eleven year old girl, how meaningful."
"Words are not made by the age of a man, but by the mind of him."
Professor Snape put all of Dahlia's brew into vials, making a case of them. He held up one to the light of his dim Potions dungeon, studying it. He closed his eyes and sighed. "Fine." He said finally. "A deal we have."
Dahlia smiled. "Yay!" She cheered happily.
The professor rolled his eyes. "Yay..." he said in bored sarcasm. "So what did you do?"
* / *
"Only five points?" Fred whistled in surprise.
"That's a shock." his twin added.
"We can't end a lesson without ten each." They said together.
"I didn't get any deductions." Ron bragged with a smile.
"That's because you're too dull. Snape hates attractive, active, young men."
"He's the complete opposite."
"He's jealous, you know." Fred winked.
Harry laughed.
"How did your tea go?" Dahlia asked Harry to change the subject.
"Nice." Harry said thoughtfully. "He's an awful cook though. Hagrid also hates Mrs. Norris."
Mrs. Norris was the most hated cat Dahlia had ever heard of. With valid reasoning though. Dahlia would be surprised that Filch and the cat couldn't communicate with each other. If it were possible, Filch hated his job more than Professor Snape did, and he made sure the students knew about it too. He would often spat out threats for no reason other than to scare them. Dahlia was sure he wouldn't be here if any of his threats were full. Still, they all made an effort to stay away from him, not willing to get on his foul side.
Harry then went on about an article in the Daily Prophet about a thief that failed in stealing something from a vault at Gringotts Bank.
"I don't know why you're worried about it, Harry." Dahlia said. "People try stealing all the time. Some people are bad, you know that."
"But I am sure what they were trying to steal was the package that Hagrid got."
"And they didn't get it." She told him. "So why concern yourself with it at all? It's not even your item anyway. It's not yours to worry about."
But Dahlia could tell that this was one thing that Harry wasn't about to listen to her on.
The next day, Harry, Ron, Dahlia, and Hermione were in a room located in the dungeons waiting for Draco to arrive.
"I think he's playing us." Hermione said, pacing. She was biting her nails in excessive worry. "Why would he want to be nice to us at all? He called me mudblood once, did you know? I didn't know what it meant at the time, but I've learned since then. He doesn't like muggleborns."
"Yeah, my dad says Draco's father is bad news." Ron added.
"Well, even if that truly is the case, Draco is a separate person from his father.I don't act like either of my parents." Said Dahlia with a huff. "So I shall not base an opinion of a person by just the name of their family." She stood up straighter. "We shall give people the benefit of the doubt."
"But his family was dark." Ron insisted.
"Draco's fine." Dahlia assured. "He's just all bark. It's what happens when you're a single, rich child that's been overly spoiled." Her housemates gave her doubtful looks, making her shrug. "It's in all the fiction books, at least."
"Fiction being the key word here." Harry pointed out. "Sometimes... you're just too... Gandhi, Lia. You can't talk your way out of every battle."
"But I can sure as hell try. And if Dudley can change, anyone can."
Harry nodded. "Alright, you've made your case."
Dahlia sighed in relief. She hoped Harry would give Draco enough time.
The door to the dungeons creaked open then and four bodies stepped into the room. Draco walked to the group with Vincent, Gregory, and a tall grey haired girl behind him.
The girl stared at Harry Potter before saying, "Nice to meet you, Harry Potter. It is an honour to attend the same school as you."
"Thanks."
"This is Judia Carrow." Draco gestured to the girl. "Everyone calls her Jude."
Jude nodded once in confirmation to his claim.
"She's a fifth year." Draco explained. "And already knows loads of magic. Especially defense."
"And offense." Jude added bitterly.
"Why is your hair grey?" Ron asked.
Jude stiffened and scowled down at him. "If you wish for me to even begin teaching you the fine arts of defending yourself, you shall never ask me that again!" Dahlia quietly sucked in a breath when she saw the girl's brown eyes flare up into a bright red color.
That was not normal.
"Y-es, m-miss." Ron squeaked.
"Jude's a bit sensitive, but she's brilliant." Draco told them.
"I am only here for the Galleon you promised me, Malfoy." Jude said with an annoyed tone. "I need to begin soon, as I do have OWLs to study for still."
Draco chuckled. "So Ravenclaw of you. Not even a week in and you're already stressing over tests." He reached into the front of his robes and pulled out a shiny gold coin. "There. Begin now, would you?"
Jude nodded and actually smiled, showing that she had many teeth missing.
Dahlia caught Harry elbowing Ron in the gut who was no doubt going to ask why she hardly had any teeth.
"We'll start with hags, and then move on to trolls. Which of you will be my assistant?" Jude asked Dahlia and Hermione.
"That would be I." Hermione raised her hand eagerly.
"No need to do that." Jude said with dismissal. "I am no real teacher. Tell me what you know about hags, and I'll see if you're capable enough to help."
And so Hermione went into a lengthy explanation on the very first known hag, who created a society of nasty women that possessed a weaker kind of magic; similar to what trolls had.
"Because they are so weak, you can easily control them." Jude took over. "They are very cunning though. Their words can be more powerful than most spells of entrapment. If you ever meet one, the best thing to do is silence them from speaking. Immediately."
"That's the spell that Professor Snape had cast on your parents." Harry reminded Dahlia when Jude demonstrated a spell on Hermione.
"I kind of like her that way." Draco said with a smirk, getting a dirty look from a swelling Hermione.
"The spell wears off over time. You first years wont be able to do it on a human just yet, so I suggest practicing with a cricket, or something of the like."
Jude then showed them a few simpler spells to use and practice on each other. "And if this ever gets out that I am helping you, I promise you now that you will regret it!" She snapped and tapped her wand to her grey hair causing it to catch on fire with a hot blaze.
"Whoa!" A chorus of voices followed.
"Do not upset me." Jude warned them coldly, and without a goodbye, she exited the room.
"Blimey! She's something, isn't she?" Ron's voice was stuck in a fearful whisper.
"I've known her all my life." Draco said distantly, avoiding anyone's eyes. "She'll be your best friend- if you don't piss her off. She doesn't forgive either."
"She sounds dangerous." Hermione spoke up, her silence spell had been lifted.
"She is." Draco said with a deep breath. "Very. So take heed on her warning, because you will not get another."
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