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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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staar: Yes, I am sure Dumbledore already has a grand idea on her plans, he is just piecing them together, always a m,ile ahead of everyone else. As far as the man she was talking to- can't say :o

Chapter 20-
"It wasn't Professor Snape." Dahlia said for the tenth time that hour. Ron and Hermione had insisted that Professor Snape had been jinxing Henderson's broom to attack Harry.
"He had full eye contact on it and everything." Hermione argued.
"Who didn't?" Dahlia asked. "It was a bewitched broom attacking the most famous boy of our time."
"It wasn't a normal look though."
"I am telling you, it wasn't him."
"Then who would you suggest, Dahlia?" Hermione asked hotly. "Hagrid said it's not easy to bewitch a broom, and there's no possible way a student could have done it! And when I set fire to his robes, the broom suddenly stopped."
Dahlia frowned. She still wouldn't believe that he had done that. She shook her head. "No." She said sternly. "You can't go blaming someone without solid proof. It wasn't Professor Snape."
"And the broom falling was not proof enough?!" Ron demanded.
Dahlia sighed. "Not enough for me..."
"You'll never guess what just happened!" Harry exclaimed as he entered the common room, displaying the biggest smile Dahlia had ever seen him do.
"What?" She asked, smiling at his happiness.
"Professor McGonagall let me on the Quidditch team! I am the new seeker!"
"Blimey!" Ron gasped.
"That's great!" Hermione cheered.
"Yeah! Great!" Dahlia said forcibly. Deep down, she didn't like this at all, especially after what happened today. Someone was out to hurt Harry.
* / *
"Nah, it wasn't Snape." Draco told the group the next day during their Defense practice, after Hermione and Ron told him about it.
"How do you know though?" Hermione asked.
"Professor Snape came to our house to help me get all the supplies I needed for the school year." Dahlia said.
"Did he now?" Draco cocked up an eyebrow, his wand drawn out at Dahlia, his jinx casting forgotten.
"He was forced to." Dahlia added. "Hated it." She laughed.
"And he didn't like how the Dursleys were treating me." Harry pointed out, countering Ron's jelly leg jinx.
"Plus, he could have hurt Harry many times over before now." Dahlia said.
"So what was he casting then?" Hermione thought aloud.
"Snape often gets spacey." Draco suggested with a shrug. "Like a deer in a set of headlights."
"His eyes were following the broom." Hermione reminded him.
"Well, then, obviously there's an explanation for it, and we'll just have to find that out." Draco grinned.
"Oh, are you're wanting to play Nancy Drew?" Dahlia asked excitedly.
"What in the bloody hell-"
"It's just a book series about a girl who under covers mysteries." Hermione informed Draco.
"Oh." Draco said. "Yeah, I am a bit curious about all of this." He admitted.
"Like why Harry was attacked." Dahlia said. "And who done it."
All through the rest of the month of November, as Harry was busy with his Quidditch practices, the rest of the group spent a great deal of their Saturdays spying on Professor Snape. They soon found out that his Saturdays were very boring. He would not come out of his chambers until nine AM, presumably catching up on sleep. He would go to his office after a shower to have his breakfast, and grade papers, finishing that by two in the afternoon. He would spend the rest of the afternoon 'wandering' the corridors for misbehaving students, often getting in a hilarious battle of witts with Peeves who could give the Weasley twins a run for their money, as he was worse than they were with practical jokes. Professor Snape would dine for dinner in the Great Hall, and at six in the evening, he usually had a student in detention until eight or nine. After nine, none of them knew what he did, since they had to go to their common rooms to avoid getting in trouble.
One morning at breakfast, just in the beginning of December, Draco finally announced something interesting. He motioned for them to tuck their heads in so only they could hear what he was about to say. "Remember when he had that limp last month?" He whispered.
The group nodded.
"He got bit by some beast of a dog. Tore his leg up really awfully. I overheard him talking with Hagrid about it. Cursing the man out and everything." Draco chuckled. "I guess it's named Fluffy. Snape wasn't too thrilled. Said his wound was still having issues with healing." Draco's forehead wrinkled then. "It did look horrid. Can't help but to feel bad for him. Surprised he still has the leg."
"Poor Professor Snape." Dahlia frowned before looking at the man at the head table. He was watching them. She smiled and waved innocently. He did no such thing back, only blinked, and spooned a bit of cereal into his mouth without looking away.
"Get this, Fluffy is a three headed beast!" Draco informed them, having had not paused in his talking.
Ron, Hermione, Harry, and Dahlia all gasped then. The other three looked puzzled. "What?" Draco asked impatiently. "Tell me!"
"We've met that beast before!" Ron hissed.
"Nearly killed us!" Harry said.
"Why would Professor Snape even go in there?" Hermione mused.
"Maybe he wants to steal the package." Ron said.
"That's not it!" Dahlia told him. "He was talking to Hagrid about Fluffy remember? Maybe he's helping Hagrid?"
"You know, Hagrid is good about letting things slip." Harry said with a cocky grin.
"That's right! We ought to have a talk with our gameskeeper friend!" Ron wore a matching grin.
"Well, try to be subtle at least." Draco warned them. "We don't want to get caught!"
The seven of them spent the next two weeks trying to find anything to do with a man named Nicholas Flamel, a name Harry, Ron, and Hermione had been able to pull from Hagrid. They had no luck though.
"I am so looking forward to the Holiday." Draco sighed with exhaustion as they stopped to allow Hagrid pass by with an enormous Christmas tree.
"Need help?" Ron asked Hagrid.
"Naw, I gots it. Come an' see how teh Great Hall is comin' along, kids, Yeh'll love it!"
In the Great Hall, they took in the glorious scene of thousands of blinking fairy lights. Mistletoe and holly were festively hung perfectly along the pathways and walls. There were many Christmas trees already decorated, each in its own uniqueness.
Professor McGonagall directed Hagrid to a corner where he set the tree down. Dahlia and Hermione helped him fluff out the piny smelling branches, breathing in heavily at the lovely scent.
Professor Flitwick set a ladder near the tree and climbed high up it, before he started decorating the tree with a strand of baubles stringing from his wand. "Happy Holidays." He greeted cheerfully, and resumed his whistling of a holiday tune.
"I can't believe you're staying here for the Holiday." Dahlia said to Harry sadly.
"I think I'll have more fun here with Ron." Harry told her seriously.
"Just... don't do anything stupid. If I could have talked Mum and Dad into letting me stay, I would have."
"Yeah, don't do anything without us." Draco said. "Save the fun for when we get back."
"Stick to the books." Hermione said sternly. "And if you need any help, we're only an owl away."
"Yes, Mummy." Ron said jokingly.
Dahlia then caught Professor Snape stalking out of the Great Hall and hurried after him. "Professor!" She called after him. "Professor Snape!"
His shoulders slumped before he stopped. "Yes?" He asked with annoyance.
"I got something for you!" Dahlia said, taking out a stack of papers from her bag and holding it out to him. "Merry Christmas, sir."
A gap formed at the professor's mouth, slightly caught off guard from her gesture. He quickly regained himself and snatched the papers from her. His black eyes scanned the papers before he set them onto Dahlia. "This... is all mine?" He asked.
Dahlia nodded. "It's the complete list of experiments I have been sharing with you. You should find the one on page fifteen quite useful for your current project."
His eyes shifted back to the papers and he eagerly thumbed to the fifteenth page. His eyes widened. "How...?" His voice squeaked.
Dahlia hid a smile. "Perhaps one day you'll learn the answer to your question, sir." She said innocently. "Have a good Christmas."
"I have... nothing to give you in return." He said quietly to her back.
"But I don't want anything." She told him, turning back around to face him.
"Surely there's something...? Everyone wants something."
Dahlia's eyes lit up then, an idea popping into her head. Of course...! "Professor, there might be something you can do actually." She said slowly, deep in thought. "It's something that I can't personally do, but I think you may have the power to get it done."
* / *
"A whole two weeks!" Dahlia said, hugging Harry tightly. "I am really going to miss you!"
"Same here, Lia!" Harry hugged her just as tight.
"Please stay out of trouble, you won't have me to help you out of it!"
Harry nodded. "I'll try." He grinned.
"Have a good holiday! And no peeking at your gifts!" Dahlia teased him.
Her cousin smiled mischievously, making her giggle. "Tell Dud I said hi."
"He'll be so upset that you aren't coming." She pouted.
"Yes, but Hedwig's delivery of his gift should brighten up his vacation."
"What did you get him?"
Harry's eyes lit up. "You'll see."
"Mum's not going like this, is she?" Dahlia asked cautiously.
Harry laughed. "Probably not, but she might forget by the time summer comes around- I hope!"
Dahlia then got into the horseless carriage with Herimione, Dean, and Neville.
"Bye Harry, Ron!" Draco shouted from a near by carriage he was sharing with Gregory and Vincent, who were both waving.
"Bye!" Harry and Ron called back.
Draco gave a quick wave to Dahlia's carriage before getting himself comfortable.
"You'd think after three months he'd be a bit more charming." Hermione muttered.
Dahlia grinned. "Not Draco!" She gasped in sarcasm.
The Hogwarts Express was busy, the handful of students that were staying at the school didn't make any difference at all. Hermione, Dean, Dahlia, and Neville also shared a carriage on the train ride home, each explaining their family's Holiday traditions. Now that Dahlia and Dudley weren't home for most of the month of December, Dahlia wondered if her parents had waited to put their Christmas tree up or not. She didn't know, since the only letter she had received at all was one from Mum in response to her request in staying at Hogwarts with Harry. "We will pick you up at three pm, at Kings Cross as we had originally planned." Was all she had written back with.
Dahlia knew the only reason Mum wanted her home was to show her off at their annual Christmas party. If the Dursley daughter wasn't home for the holidays after not seeing her family for a few months, people might wonder why that was. Mum couldn't have that.
Dahlia sighed. At least she had Dudley and Dad to come home to.
She got off the train and her fellow housemates separated off to their families. Hermione giving one last wave to Dahlia after pointing her out to her parents who also gave a friendly wave. Dahlia returned the gesture with a smile. She then followed a crowd of people off Platform Nine and Three Quarters and 'teleported' to King's Cross.
"Lia!" She heard Dudley calling almost as soon as she stepped onto the walk path. The twins ran to each other.
"Dud!" She gasped out, hugging him. "Wow, you lost some weight!"
"Surprise! Lost almost three stones! Can you believe it?" He was positively in blissfulness.
"That's wonderful!" She exclaimed.
"Where's Harry?" he asked, looking at the location she had come from.
"He decided to stay at the school for Christmas." Dahlia said sadly.
"Well, that's no bloody fun!" Dudley frowned.
"Let's go then." Mum called out to them and started for the exit.
"Lovely Christmas this is going to be with her, eh?" Dudley said as they walked together, meeting up with their awaiting father. "Big ol' grump." He muttered.
"Hello, Pumpkin Cake." Dad greeting Dahlia and hugged her.
"Missed you, Dad!" She whispered, kissing his cheek.
"Me too." He whispered back, before the three of them followed the one Dursley who didn't want to even try to understand the magic world.
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