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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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Review Responses:
staar: Not at all. Harry is still the hero here. Dahlia is just keeping an eye out for him. She may even end up helping... or falling victim... You know, because Love is Weakness to Voldy.
loisa: I am glad you're liking my little surprises. It's nice to be unpredictable. :P

Chapter 17-
"She's right." Hermione snapped the book that she had been reading shut. She sat on her bed, surrounded by many books. "Anyone in history who has performed controlled wandless magic has turned into a Dark Wizard, either by choice or through other means, such as the imperio curse. None of them ending happily."
"No good wizards?" Dahlia asked disheartened.
Hermione bit her bottom lip and shook her head.
"You think I am bad now, don't you?"
"Well, no." Hermione looked away. "You've done plenty of nice things, but the statistics are there." She gestured to the books.
"Well, I'm the exception then!" Dahlia said, an anger building up inside of her. She was far from evil! She may do deceitful things, but it was all for good. Good! And it was never done for herself! Nothing was ever done for her! She wasn't allowed to do that!
"Okay." Hermione said carefully. "I believe you."
Dahlia took a few breaths to settle herself down. She hardly got so upset, but to think someone would consider her a bad being irritated her. "I hope so." She said quietly. "It's not my purpose."
"Purpose?"
"In life. You know?"
"You already know your purpose in life?" Hermione asked doubtfully.
Dahlia uncomfortably glanced at Stivus who was slithering around her feet. "I do."
"What is it?" The know it all was curious.
"Well, I am not sure I am allowed to tell anyone." Dahlia said. Sometimes she felt so lonely, knowing that she couldn't build up relationships with anyone. As it was, she was playing with fire with her closeness with Harry.
"Why not?" Hermione asked. "There's no laws saying so!"
"But it's different with me, Hermione. One day you'll understand."
* / *
By Halloween, Dahlia had been able to increase her Transfiguration grade by thirty points. So she was scoring eighty now. It wasn't great, but with the use of her wand, she'd have to accept it. Professor McGonagall was pleased with her improvement, and even awarded Dahlia with five points at the last lesson.
Her Defense spells had also improved. While she was still behind Vincent and Gregory, she at least could silence a toad's croak now.
Her potion grade was still sixty-nine as every time she went to touch something slimy or just disgusting in any manner, (like troll mucus-YUCK!) she would start a series of gagging. Many of her classmates laughed, and she even seen Harry hide a smile from her over reaction on her effort in measuring werewolf dandruff. She would laugh afterward, but during each event she was too focused with not throwing up. The smell alone was nauseating.
All her other classes she did well in though. She had top grades in History of Magic, and Defense Against the Dark Arts since there was no physical activity involved in any of that (at least in the actual class). In Herbology, most of that was book work, or little wand use, to which her partner, Hermione, would cast any spells the pair needed. The girl was amazing, mastering all the spells she had learned (be it from a book or by person).
"I'm sure you're all ready to make objects hover and fly?" Professor Flitwick addressed his class on Halloween morning. Everyone nodded eagerly. One boy said, "Yes! Finally!"
Dahlia was often paired up with Harry in this class. She had a feeling that the charms professor adored them together. She was supposed to be trying to put a bit of distance between her and Harry now though, so he could be the powerful wizard he was destined to be. Being in the same house was important, yes, but he needed to make new friends now.
"I wonder what he would do if he knew that you could do it a different way." Harry murmured to Dahlia as they both struggled to make their feather fly.
"Probably think I am the spawn of some dark wizard." Dahlia grumbled, setting her head into her hand. "It's just not right, Harry. I have to purposely hold myself back, and not for reasons of my own. It's not supposed to work this way..."
"WINGARDIUM LEVIOSA!" Ron was heard shouting in frustration.
Next to him, Harry patted at Neville and Seamus' feather that had caught fire. "Heh, thanks, Harry."
"Ronald, it's Wing-gar-dium Levi-osa." Hermione corrected gently. "Let me show you."
Ron sighed in annoyance, he was already displeased that he got stuck with Hermione, who really only was ever quiet when a teacher was lecturing them.
And, of course, Hermione could not fail at a performance, earning a compliment from the teacher. It was great that she was perfect and all, but her continuance of being the best was not helping her make any friends at all. Which meant she stuck to Dahlia like glue, since they were dorm mates, and after nearly two months, Dahlia could actually admit that the girl was finally getting on her nerves. Unlike Ron, though, Dahlia had a little self control. She didn't want to make Hermione feel horrid.
Hermione needed to latch onto someone else though. Dahlia couldn't be her friend.
"Miss Dursley!" Professor Flitwick called out to Dahlia on their way out. She waved for Harry to go on. Ron was muttering things to him, Dahlia could only assume that it was about Hermione.
"Yes, professor?" Dahlia inquired once the rest of the class had left.
He pointed to her right arm. "Did you suddenly switch dominate hands?" He asked curiously.
"Yes..." God, the teachers noticed such things?! "I found out that I am better at casting with my left arm."
"Oh, it's just an interesting thing. No one usually does that." He said with a glint to his eyes. "Have a good lunch."
Dahlia thought Professor Flitwick may have thought something was up. She hoped she was wrong.
"Where's Hermione?" She asked when she noticed her missing Herbology partner later that day.
Ron shrugged. "A peaceful class this will be, that's for sure."
Harry nudged him. "Don't be mean." He whispered.
Dahlia grouped with Harry and Ron since she had no partner.
Hermione didn't show up for History of Magic either, and Dahlia knew something was up then. Hermione didn't miss classes. Was she hurt?
"Don't go in there. Granger's in there." Parvati Patil, who just emerged from the girl's bathroom, informed her best friend, Lavender. "She's screaming and everything. I tried asking what is wrong, but she doesn't want my help."
"It's Granger," Lavender said. "Remember she doesn't need anyone's help. She can do anything and everything on her own."
Ron suddenly looked guilty.
"What'd you do?" Dahlia asked.
"Nothing!" But Dahlia could tell Ron may have been fibbing.
Dahlia sighed. It was only a matter of time before Ron would lash out at Hermione. "I'll go see what I can do." She told Harry who looked uncomfortable. Dahlia slipped into the bathroom. "Hermione...?"
"I said GO AWAY!" the girl screamed.
"It's me, Lia..." Dahlia stepped slowly toward where Hermione's voice came from. She heard a wet sniff.
"Leave me alone, please." Hermione's tone got softer. "I don't want to see anyone."
"I missed my best partner in Herbology earlier. Got stuck with a couple of blokes." Dahlia said. "Well, Harry's no bloke, but Ron, he can be one."
"I don't want to talk about that... that boy!" Hermione huffed. Dahlia finally found the stall she was hiding in and stood on the outside of it.
"Sometimes boys don't understand." Dahlia said gently. "Then they grow up into men and... still don't understand."
Hermione let out a soft giggle.
"I'd say he's jealous of you." Dahlia told her, leaning up against the closed door.
"You think so?" Hermione asked tearfully.
"Well, yeah. Otherwise, he would just ignore you. In that aspect, boys are no different than girls. Anyway, he's not as good as you, and your constant acceleration is making him and the rest of us look like invalids, which makes us despise you."
Hermione unlocked the door and Dahlia stepped away from it as Hermione opened it. Her face was swelled from crying, and she wiped it with a tissue. "Do you despise me?" She asked in a tiny voice.
"Not really, Hermione, but I'll be fair and admit that while you have been trying to slow your blunt corrections down, you still have this way in making everyone around you feel like an idiot. You're super smart, and not everyone is going to be as smart as you. You're just going to have to understand that and stop belittling everyone, or just put up with people hating you."
Hermione nodded and then hugged Dahlia. "Thanks." She whispered. "You're the best friend a girl could have."
Dahlia hesitated before tapping Hermione's back.
Friend? She was only doing what she had to...
Dahlia hoped they would all understand. She smiled sadly, hugging Hermione back. "It's nice to be your friend too." She said quietly.
A loud thumping happened then, followed by a crash. Hermione pulled away from Dahlia. "Did you hear that?" She asked.
Together the girls hurried to the door to look out into the corridor. The door squeaked as it opened and they froze in horror at the sight of a troll several doors down. The sound of the noise from the door must had caught the troll's attention, as his head turned, cocked to one side, and met Dahlia's eyes. It then started walking toward them.
Oh, boy...
Dahlia quickly pulled Hermione back into the bathroom who was frozen in terror. The horrid smell that had permeated the corridor was settling into Dahlia's mind.
"Ugh! Doesn't that thing shower?!" Dahlia tucked her nose into the front of her robes. The thumping was getting closer. Hermione stood in terror and as the troll came to the doorway in view of the girls, she shrunk back against the wall, whimpering.
The smell had gotten a million times worse now that the troll was only feet from them. It made Dahlia dizzy. "Herm...Hermione... your wand..." she suggested weakly, taking deep breaths and swallows, trying to resist the urge of gagging.
Then Hermione screamed, loud and long. The troll roared and advanced on them, smashing his club into the sinks nearby.
Dahlia's heart raced with fear. She had to do something or Hermione was going to die. "Stu-stu..." Dahlia tried the stunning spell but the Troll's odor was so awfully strong that her vision was blacking out.
"Lia!" Harry's voice echoed into her head as she fell backwards into a faint.
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