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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 2;

Severus tossed the picture of Dahlia Dusley onto the Headmaster's desk. "I want a different child." He said coldly.
"All the children have been selected already." Albus didn't look up from his work.
"Then I want to switch with someone!" Severus hissed.
"I am afraid it's too late for that." No sympathy was in the old wizard's voice.
"You gave me that child on purpose!" Severus hissed.
"What is wrong with her?" Albus asked innocently. "She's an eleven year old witch. I gave you exactly what you requested."
Severus crossed his arms and narrowed his eyes. "Gee, I don't know!" He said with sarcasm. "Could it be because of who her mother is?! Or could it be because she is under the same roof of the boy that you insist I should look after like he was my own. Or, perhaps, it could be..." he paused, pointing his finger at the photo. "That-That-" he closed his eyes, swallowing a forming lump in his throat. "She looks just like her!" His deep voice had been shattered, a high pitched one replacing it.
"Do check in on Harry when you go there." Albus said, unaffected by Severus' complaints. "Report his condition back to me."
"You are serious?!" Severus asked in disbelief.
"I am."
"Why must it be me?"
"I believe you know the answer to that." Albus said dismissively.
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"Harry!" Dahlia whispered, rapping on his "bedroom" door under the stairs. "Wake up!"
The door opened a few moments later, revealing a very sleepy Harry. "What?" He asked, annoyed to have been woken up at an ungodly hour. He rubbed his tired eyes.
She stepped inside his closet of a room, sitting down on his bed. "Sit." She said. He did so, but not before sighing. Dahlia shut the door quietly with her foot.
"Why did you wake me up, Lia?" Harry asked, reaching above his head, taking down his glasses from a shelf.
"This." She shoved the letter to his chest. "Read it."
"Dear Miss Dursley, we are pleased to inform you that you have been accepted into Hogwarts, School for Witchcraft- Witchcraft!" He gasped.
Dahlia shooshed him. "Do you want to wake up Mum and Dad?" She hissed.
"Isn't witchcraft really bad?" He asked. "Isn't it the worship of evil or something?"
"Well, it's not always." She said thoughtfully. "Not all witches are bad. Remember 'The Wizard of Oz'?"
He nodded in acknowledgement.
"Besides, all witchcraft is, is the practice and belief in magic. Religious folk are the ones to say that magic is bad."
"Do you think it's real?" He asked, uncertainly.
"Why not? Magic is obviously real." She took the letter from him. "They put together a list of things and some information. Seems like a lot of work for a hoax, doesn't it?"
He smiled then. "And they are inviting us to attend."
"Yes, isn't it exciting?!" She whispered in excitement.
Harry's smile faded. "Your Mum and Dad won't let us go. That's why they have been keeping the letter from me; They don't want me to go."
Dahlia's shoulders slumped to his words. Since she first read the letter, she had been looking forward to going to this school, never once did she think about her parents forbidding it.
"You better get rid of that letter." Harry warned. "If Aunt Petunia sees it, she'll pitch a fit."
Dahlia nodded dejectedly. She slipped out of Harry's room then and went up to her own. Dahlia sat on her bed, staring at the letter in her hands, the light of the moon shining on the parchment. She sighed, shredding it into many pieces, tossing them into her waste basket.
Harry was right. Mum can never know she had received this letter.
The next morning, Harry and Dahlia stood working in the kitchen, making the family's breakfast. Two years ago, Dahlia started helping him after feeling that it wasn't right for him to have to do it on his own. Her parents got upset with her, but she quickly came up with a story that she liked cooking and thought it was unfair that Harry got all the fun. Which wasn't entirely true, but her parents thought if she wanted to cook, they would permit it. They especially liked it when she introduced the family to new tastier meals than Harry had been making. Harry wasn't an awful cook, he just needed fresh ideas, but Mum and Dad disagreed. They thought he was incapable of learning, but they were wrong.
"Harry, you're supposed to fold the edges in." Dahlia corrected kindly.
"Right. Sorry." He watched as she showed him the proper way in folding the dough for their scones. She allowed him to take over, smiling as he picked up her lesson quickly.
"Thank God for cooking shows, hmm?" She giggled to him.
The rest of the family started coming down an hour later. First, Mum, who seemed pleased enough to see Harry busy at work, then Dad, who sat down at the table to read the morning paper, and finally, Dudley, who came in, still dressed in his night clothes.
Dahlia wrinkled her nose as Dudley swiped his hand across his nose. She set aside two scones, one each for her and Harry. She learned at a very early age not to eat anything after Dudley had touched it, and since he had been taught no manners, he always got first go at the food.
Together, she and Harry set plates of food down for their family. Dudley, with his filthy hands and all, automatically snatched up three scones, buttering them with a thick layer.
Dahlia sat down, allowing Harry to set her plate of food down before her. This was something they agreed to allow him to do. It would please her parents, and if they were happy, they ignored Harry, something her cousin preferred.
As her parents discussed the day's current events, Dahlia caught something out from the corner of her eye. An owl was hovering on the outside of the kitchen window. She nudged Harry with her foot, earning a questioning look. Dahlia tossed her head lightly toward the owl. Harry started coughing when he seen it, choking on a piece of food, caught off guard.
"Chew your food, boy!" Dad barked.
Dahlia quickly got up from the table and hurried to the owl to shoo it away. "Go on!" She whispered impatiently. "Shove off!"
"What's that?" Dudley asked. "Is that an owl?"
Mum shot up faster than she had ever done before, hurrying to the window. "Shoo, you filthy beast!" She snapped a dish towel at it but all it did was back up far enough away to avoid being smacked.
"It's got a letter." Dahlia noted. It was tied to one of its legs. The letter looked like the same one that had come from that magic school.
"Vernon!" Mum shrieked.
"Yes, dear." Dad got up, went outside, and started swatting at the owl with his newspaper, to send it on its way.
Harry snickered at the sight of his uncle have no success with his task. The owl just hovered out of reach.
"Go sit down!" Mum ordered to Harry.
Harry ducked his head and sat back down at his place at the table.
The owl dropped the letter then, and flew up out of Dahlia's sight.
Dad came in shortly after, huffing in anger and his previous swift movements. He ripped up the letter, giving Harry a dirty look. "The bloody beast is sitting on the edge of the rain gutter!"
Mum gasped. "I water the tomatoes with the water that comes from the gutters!"
"Then I guess the boy can clean the gutters!"
"Yes, Uncle Vernon." Harry said only to let him know that he had acknowledge the order.
"It's not Harry's fault that there's a crazy owl stalking him." Dahlia said with forced innocence.
"Sweety," Mum started with a soft tone. "The owl is here for Harry, therefore, he is to blame for its nuisance."
After breakfast was finished, and the kitchen had been cleaned, Dahlia stood at the bottom of a tall ladder, gripping it to give Harry stability as he hosed the gutters out.
"Harry, I don't think this is going to help a bit." Dahlia said, eyeing the flock of owls that started arriving, each one carry a letter.
"You don't say?" Harry quipped, his eyes scanning the yard of birds. "Hey, who's that?" He suddenly asked, pointing up the street.
Dahlia had to walk a few steps away, shuffling through the abundance of birds before she saw who Harry was asking about. A man with dark hair was making his way up the sidewalk. He was dressed in completely black, matching his hair, making him look sort of like a shadow.
"Is he wearing a dress?" Harry asked curiously. He had gotten down from the ladder and joined her in watching the stranger.
Dahlia laughed. "No! It's a robe; like what Merlin wears."
Harry nodded, only had read the book she referenced to for the magic side of it.
"Oh!" She said, her eyes lighting up. "Do you think he's magical?"
"Or he could just be strange." Harry said bluntly.
They watched as the man turned onto their walk path. Since the two were partially concealed by one of Mum's decorative lawn bushes, he hadn't appeared to notice them.
The owls separated, creating a clear path for him to stalk up to the front stoop to. As he approached the door, he pulled something out from his clothing.
"Blimey!" Harry gasped. "Is that a magical wand?"
The man's next movement answered Harry's question. With a delicate wave of his hand, the front door to their home opened and closed back up after he had swiftly stepped inside.
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