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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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Review Responses:
staar: She knows how to grab his attention... :) She is not interested in him in any way that she shouldn't be, so don't worry :) And Draco was a chicken in the first couple of books. I am making him a bit more braver.

Loisa: Haha, it's nice to know that I am keeping you entertained.

Chapter 19-
"There's something strange about her." Severus said as he and Albus patrolled the corridors.
"You finally noticed this?" Albus asked.
"Obviously we've all noticed." Severus huffed. "But she's not normal. If I could lay a guess on it, I'd say she has her whole life planned out. To the exact minute. What child does that?"
"I suppose being attacked by a troll set her back two hours in her schedule." Albus chuckled.
Severus went quiet after that in wonder how those boys had been able to cast a third year defense spell and well enough to knock out a troll.
"Knut for your thoughts, Severus."
"I am curious on how many more of the first years are being taught advanced Defense. And who is teaching them, as we know Quirrell is awfully useless."
"I can trust you will discover this mystery?" Albus asked, giving a slight wink.
"Is there nothing I can hide from you?" Severus growled.
"I believe not." Albus said, separating from him at a fork. "Have a good night, my boy."
* / *
"This spell is absolutely disgusting!" Dahlia shrieked, covering up her dripping nose. Judging by Ron's facial expression, he agreed with her.
"How can this defend me whatsoever?" Gregory asked, also holding his nose as a slimy mucus trail leaked through his fingers.
Hermione began casting the counter curse on all the victims. "Well, it's definetely distracting, and it could limit the breathing of the person you're attacking, allowing you a chance to slip away."
"It also can cause you to pass out in extreme cases, and make you even more ill if you don't get healed eventually." Draco added, his wand pointed at Harry, ready for another round.
"Don't you think it's my turn now?" Harry asked, lifting his own wand. "I would love to make you drip snot, Mr. Chuckles."
"Yes, switching time." Hermione instructed.
A chorus of "Faciat infirmos!" Followed as the partners switched positions. Hermione canceled Dahlia's with a counter, causing Dahlia to start tap dancing. Everyone started laughing, Vincent and Draco, who were the recent victims, shot out disgusting goo due to the excessive mucus that their noses were leaking with.
"Yuck!" Dahlia cried after Hermione released her from the jinx. She looked away from the streaks of sticky slime that clung to the floor. The others quickly started cleaned the messes up, Vincent and Draco breathing heavily and coughing from their curse. Harry removed their colds this time.
"Okay, I can see how this could work now." Gregory said after everything was cleaned up.
"We're going to switch rooms for our next lesson." Draco informed them. "Room 32M. Know where that is?"
"Um... Passed the staircase by the kitchen?" Harry asked in confirmation.
Draco nodded. "Snape's snooping around. I think he knows something's up."
"Really?" Hermione asked.
"You haven't noticed him appearing out of no where lately? More often than usual?"
Harry shrugged. "Guess not. We try to avoid him." He said referring to the Gryffindors.
"Well, Snape's sneaky, but he may not realize I am just as sneaky." Draco grinned smugly. "Just be on the lookout, you Gryffies aren't as stealthy as we."
Vincent and Gregory nodded in agreement.
"Will do." Harry said before opening up the door and peeping his head out to check if anyone was in the hall. He nodded to the others, letting them know it was okay to come out.
"Quidditch starts next week!" Ron said in excitement, bringing the topic up for the third time that day.
"I know!" Draco said. "Can't wait!" As the group walked up to the Great Hall, Draco fished out a book from his bag. "Here, Harry. I'll let you borrow this." He handed the book to him. "Quidditch Through the Ages. Been meaning to give this to you."
"Thanks!" Harry said, and immediately started thumbing through it. "Over seven hundred fouls! All in one game!" He gasped. "Wow!"
"Done in 1943." Ron then started explaining how that particular game went. And if Ron could memorize his text books like he did with events in Quidditch, he'd be just as good as Hermione with his studies.
Two days before the first Quidditch match started for the season at Hogwarts, Ron, Harry, Hermione, and Dahlia stood out in the frigid air, studying for their Charms essay.
"Hey, look." Harry pointed across the way to Professor Snape who was walking with a limp. "What do you think happened to him?"
Dahlia frowned. "I don't know..."
"Maybe he kicked at Mrs. Norris and the bloody cat clawed him." Ron suggested.
Hermione gave him a look. "I doubt he kicked Mrs. Norris."
"Not saying that the cat didn't deserve it." Ron muttered.
Professor Snape then caught sight of them and limped over.
"Are you okay, Professor?" Dahlia asked curiously, before he could say anything.
"Course I am!" He grunted. "Why are you not inside? What do you have there, Potter?"
"We're only studying, sir." Dahlia assured him as Harry held up his Charms book to the professor.
Professor Snape pressed his lips together. "Hmm. Well, continue on then. Perhaps you ought to move inside where it's warmer." He muttered before limping away.
"Is it just me, or does he seem to hate me?" Harry asked when the professor was far enough away.
"He does single you out often." Hermione said after a thought.
Dahlia shrugged. "You do have this guilty look to you all the time." She teased Harry. "Oh! Maybe he knows about your snake summonings! Maybe he's afraid you're going to put one on his desk chair."
"I would never do that." Harry said, unamused by Dahlia's jokes. "Not on purpose anyway."
* / *
"Ready to lose today?" Draco asked the Gryffindors two days later.
"I could ask you the same." Harry shot back.
"Our team's been practicing since Day One." Draco said smugly. "And we've won the cup since '86!"
"Time for a change then, Draco." Ron said. "We'll win this year, just like we'll win the House cup!"
"We shall see-ee." Draco sung out before going off to his Slytherin friends to prepare for the day's competition.
"Too bad you can't play, Harry." Ron said. "With as good as you are on a broom, you would be a teriffic asset to the team."
"Perhaps next year." Dahlia said before taking a bite of her breakfast cereal.
All the Quidditch players that would play that day were very nervous. Some looked green, and others were extremely grumpy. A Gryffindor/Slytherin match was supposedly the most important, because they were the most competitive houses out of them all.
Olivor Wood, who was the Gryffindor's team captain went to each team member and made sure they ate something. "You'll need your energy now!" He was heard saying.
As the players were getting ready, the rest of the school piled outside, sitting in the bleachers high up in the sky. A handful of the first year Gryffindors held up a hand made banner that flashed with "Go Gryffindors!"
"My, that's a brilliant banner!" Lavender commented when she saw it.
"We made it!" Hermione, Ron, and Dean said proudly.
"Beats the Slytherin's tiny little ones." Dahlia said, pointing to Draco who waved a hand held banner.
The game soon started, and Dahlia, who wasn't much of a sports fan, couldn't quite keep up. The quaffle was being passed back and forth too fast, but she cheered with the others when Gryffindor had its possession and booed when Slytherin had it. Finally someone scored, and the Gryffindors yelled with excitement, while the Slytherins howled unhappily.
Hagrid squeezed his way to Ron and Harry. "Been watchin' from me hut. Tot I'd come down an' enjoy the match from teh best view."
"Hey, Hagrid!" Ron and Harry exclaimed without taking their eyes off the game.
"There's the snitch!" Harry exclaimed, pointing it out.
"Ruddy hell, and our seeker hasn't seen it!" Ron said with disappointment.
"How can you not!" Harry grumbled as his eyes flickered back and forth, watching the snitch closely. The movement made Dahlia dizzy. She focused her eyes back on the Slytherin's beaters who were giving Angelina Johnson a rough time.
"This game is too dangerous." She said, watching the girl take a nose dive, and pull her broom back up just inches from the ground. "It's no wonder first years are forbidden to play."
"But that's part of the fun!" Seamus argued.
"What the hell?" Dahlia said as she saw something abnormal occur. No one else seemed to notice that the Gryffindor's seeker had suddenly started making odd twists and jerks in the air. His face scrunched up as if he was lifting a heavy box. He spun in circles really fast until he lost his grip and was tossed from the broom. That's when everyone noticed the boy. Screams erupted as they watched the boy fall and just as he went to meet the ground, he stopped, froze for a second, and dropped to his finish.
"Is he alright?!" Hermione asked, standing on her tip toes.
"Aye. Dumbledore caught his fall. Brilliant man, Dumbledore." Hagrid informed her.
But as everyone's attention had been on the falling boy, no one noticed the boy's broom had been still moving on its own, and Dahlia caught sight of it just in time. "Harry!" She screamed. "Look out!"
Harry ducked and avoided a hit in the face, and many other students screamed, dodging out of the way. The broom turned around in a haste, coming back, aimed right for Harry. Dahlia grabbed onto it to prevent it from another attack on him, hoping she could wrestle it under control. It yanked her into its flight and she screamed as she went flying high up in the sky. The broom jolted violently along the way to shake her off. In an attempt to keep from falling, she lifted her legs and wrapped them around the stick, hugging it for an extra grip. She closed her eyes to block out the spinning world around her.
"Help!" She pleaded. She was not a flyer. She wasn't afraid of heights, but after seeing the one kid nearly fall to his death, she wasn't about to see if Dumbledore could possibly do that twice in one day.
This was not how she was suppose to die. No, it was much too soon. Her task wasn't through yet. She was not ready to die.
"Lia!" Harry sounded way too close... She opened her eyes, gasping at Harry, who was eye level with her on a broom himself.
"No! Harry, get back!" She screamed as the broom she was 'riding' charged at him. Harry's eyes widened, and he steered his broom out of the way. Dahlia sped by him. The broom turned around at such a fast speed, Dahlia hiccup from sickness and all at once her limbs broke from the broom. She went falling just like the Gryffindor seeker had done.
"Lia!" Harry yelled above her, and she saw her cousin's worried face. He sped down faster than she was falling, his hand outstretch to her, and she grabbed it. With his help, she pulled herself up behind him on the broomstick, and Dahlia sighed with relief, wrapping her arms around him. If she wasn't so speechless, she'd had thanked him right then, but at that moment, she wasn't sure if she could talk at all without throwing up.
Once Harry landed, Dahlia rolled off the broom onto her back, breathing heavy from the rush of adrenaline from being so close to death. "Thanks!" She finally sputtered out.
Harry stood above her, a shy grin displayed across his face, before he could say anything, swarms of people surrounded them. They were cheering.
"Harry the hero!" One boy said.
"Did you see the way he flew?" A girl asked in a dreamy voice.
"Harry! You're amazing."
"Miss Dursley!" Professor McGonagall come up to them. "Thank heavens you're alright!"
"She'd be a splatter of meat if it weren't for Potter!" An older Gryffindor boy said.
"No need for the graphic details, Mr. Yates." Professor McGonagall said sternly.
"Thanks for letting me use your broom." Harry said, handing the broom back to a girl.
"Can you sign it?!" She asked eagerly.
Harry laughed. "Sure, but later, okay?" He pushed his way through his fans and bent down to pull Dahlia her up from the ground. "How are you?"
"Good." She smiled. "For just escaping death. You're turning into a real hero, Harry." He blushed.
"Mr. Potter!" Professor McGonagall gasped. "Amazing flying skills! It was a good thing you were bold and quick enough to help Miss Dursley. Fifteen points will be award to Gryffindor."
"Won't help much." One boy grumbled. "The Slytherins won after Henderson fell from his broom. Our team forgot to call time."
The crowd of Gryffindors moaned with disappointment then.
Professor McGonagall pursed her lips. "There will always be another game." She said stiffly.
"I quit!" The boy (Henderson) that was the Seeker said to Professor McGonagall. "I didn't sign up only to have my broom bewitched! And nearly killed!" He shouted. "Those Slytherins- lot of cheaters they are!" He scowled.
"Mr. Henderson! I will not tolerate that kind of accusation!" Professor McGonagall scolded.
"Where in the bloody hell am I going to find a seeker now?! We can't play without a seeker!"
"Watch your language, Mr. Wood!"
"Sorry, Professor McGonagall." Olivor Wood mumbled.
"How about we have a small talk, Mr. Wood. Mr. Potter, you too. Let's go." Professor McGonagall motioned for the two boys to follow. Harry's smile faded into a frown, wondering what he had done wrong.
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