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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: Things will start "twisting" real soon, and I am so excited to share them. After the first year, things in the Harry Potter world really starts changing :o We'll have to see about Snape, huh? :)

Chapter 23-
The rest of the holiday break went smoothly. Mum had softened up quite a bit, giving Dahlia the idea that the memory of Aunt Lily may had been what she needed; hearing the kind, sweet voice of the chess piece that was a replica of the beloved heroin.
"Did you want to keep the chess piece here with you?" Dahlia asked her mother the night before she was to return to Hogwarts. Mum was curled up in an armchair, cradling the chess piece in her hands.
Mum stiffened when she heard Dahlia's voice, pretending for a moment that she wasn't effected by her being caught reminiscing the days of her childhood. She sighed. "It's your gift." She said quietly, holding out the queen to Dahlia.
"I am sure I can find a replacement." Dahlia said, curling her mother's fingers around the item that Mum deemed so precious. "You should have it." Dahlia said with a teary smile.
"Thank you..." Mum whispered, her voice lost.
Dahlia had needn't to ask Mum questions. She knew what had gone on between Aunt Lily and her. She knew her mother had been jealous of her sister and often felt left out once Aunt Lily had starting making new friends. She had to thank the stars that Dudley wasn't the same way, but Dahlia had also been able to patch that up before it happened, having had the knowledge to prevent that from even occurring.
Knowledge was so very powerful. More so than wandless magic.
While Jude made her realize how overly special her wandless spells were, something she didn't know of until recently, she'd be in more danger if anyone knew what she was doing and how she could do it.
Wandless magic could not equate to her knowledge.
* / *
Dahlia said her sad goodbyes, crying in the arms of her mother both happy that Mum was finally taking the moment to come to terms with having a freak for a daughter, and sad that she had to leave her family once again.
"Ah, cheer up, Lia." Dudley said, when it was his turn to hug her. "Summer's only six months away!" He displayed a smile for her benefit, but Dahlia could tell he was sad too. "Take care of Ciard for me." He gave his companion his sixth treat that day.
"And he'll have no goodies for weeks if you keep doing that!" She scolded him with a laugh. "He'll be sick, and locked up in Hagrid's hut!"
"Naw, he's just like his pal, we can eat loads of junk without getting sick, can't we?" He asked Ciard who stretched out his feathers, only taking up a quarter of his cage, being how he was still just a baby. "I certainly can't wait for his first deliverance of your letter."
"I'll make sure I write a letter tonight and send it off tomorrow morning." She promised him.
"Thanks!"
Now it was time for Dahlia to enter Platform Nine and Three Quarters. She waved one last time before pushing her trolley into the pillar.
"Oi! Miss Dursley!" Dahlia looked up to see Draco waving her over, he stood next his father.
"Hey, thanks for the gift." She said to Draco once she had approached. "It was the best one I have ever received."
"It was nothing." Draco shrugged it off. "This is Harry's cousin, Father." Draco introduced. "Miss Dursley."
The man tilted his head in acknowledgement.
Dahlia was surprised to see no sneer coming from Mr. Malfoy. She gave him a smile. "It's nice to meet you, sir."
"I was about to help Draco with his trunk, would you like some assistance also?" Mr. Malfoy asked.
Dahlia hid her surprised look and gave a nod. "Please, if you would?"
With his wand, he sent both Draco's and Dahlia's trunks into the train.
"Thank you very much, Mr. Malfoy." Dahlia said.
"Not at all. Have a good trip, son."
"Thanks, Father." Draco gave a slight wave before getting onto The Hogwarts Express.
"Okay, what happened?" Dahlia asked Draco as soon as they sat down. "I thought he doesn't like muggleborns?"
Draco laughed. "He'll have to put up with you. I told him so. Harry and I are friends, and he likes that, but I also told him that it was impossible to be friends with Harry Potter if I wasn't decent to you." He gave a slight shrug. "You're not the only one that can talk their way out of a pig pen and come out smelling like a..." he paused for a moment, meeting Dahlia's eyes. "Have your eyes always been so green?"
"Of course they have!" Dahlia rolled her eyes. "Eyes don't change color."
"Some people's do actually. Jude's does." He shuddered. "If her eyes weren't so frightening they would be amazing."
Dahlia concealed a grin. "Where are your friends?" She asked, changing the subject.
"They are not as prompt as I am, but they should be here shortly." He told her. "And Granger?"
"She'll seek me out." Dahlia said. And, as if on cue, Hermione appeared right then.
"Decided we're not rubbish after all?" She asked, scowling at the blond boy, speaking about his brush off during their departure of Hogwarts.
"I have come to terms with your status."
"Just over the holiday?" Hermione asked doubtfully.
"Sure. Now that I am at ease knowing my father's not going to curse me to death. I had a pleasant talk with him. "
"What about Vincent and Gregory?" Dahlia asked.
"Oh, they'll practically do anything I say. Sheep they are. Much like their fathers."
"I guess you were right after all." Hermione said to Dahlia.
"About?" Draco asked curiously.
"That your opinion on muggleborns could change." Dahlia said.
Draco scoffed. "My opinion on muggleborns hasn't changed! Most of them are about as useless as squibs." He stopped when he seen Hermione glaring at him and sighed. "Neither of you are not like the others though."
"You know, some people say that muggleborns are descendants of witches and wizards, who married muggles or squibs. It could be that we have more wizard blood in us than you think." Dahlia told Draco.
Draco shrugged. "It would make sense, given how incompetent most muggleborns are. I highly doubt a pureblooded muggle is smart enough to steal our magic like some people like to say anyway. Not to mention, I would like to know how that is even possible. Do they harvest and drink our blood or something?" His lips formed a grin at his joke.
"And if it were even possible to steal magic, the wizards and witches would already know how to do it, and give magic to the squibs." Dahlia said.
"I have read something about that actually." Hermione said in thought. "In a book. There are researchers and scientists trying to come up with a way to create magic and give it to the squibs. It's called 'The Search for the Squib's Magic'."
"Don't count on that discovery." Dahlia told Hermione.
Draco's friends joined them then and the train took them all back to Hogwarts, where Harry and Ron were awaiting eagerly for them all. They all talked for hours, sharing their exciting holiday stories with each other.
Harry allowed his friends a turn on his new broom, and everyone wondered who had given it to him. While he was busy with his friends, Dahlia charmed Harry's chess pieces like she had down with her own. She even made one of the knights into his father.
"Merry Christmas, Harry." She whispered.
* / *
In the common room the next night, Ron and Harry were each enjoying one of their last chocolate frogs when Harry gasped out, waving a card up in excitement.
"What? Did you get Xavierana?!" Ron asked, snatching it from him. "Dumbledore!" He shrieked, tossing it back at Harry. "Have you gone mad?"
"Nicholas Flamel!" Harry said, picking the card up from the ground. "I told you that I remember reading his name!" The four of them grouped around Harry as he read the back of Dumbledore's card aloud.
"I'll be right back!" Hermione said, dashing up to the girls' dormitory. She returned quickly with a book and after reading an exert from it, they soon decided that what the dog was guarding must be the Sorcerer's Stone.
Dahlia suddenly had a nagging feeling in her, making her think that she had heard of the Sorcerer's Stone before. Something in the back of her mind told her that they couldn't let whoever that was after it steal the item.
But who was trying to steal it?
* / *
On Harry's first game as the Gryffindor's seeker, the whole house was nervous. Not because they were going up against Hufflepuff (who rarely won a match), but because Professor Snape would referee. Even Dahlia couldn't deny that he hated the Gryffindor house with a passion.
It didn't go too bad though, the Head of Slytherin had only awarded three penalties (two which Dahlia could agree with, since the Weasley twins favoured Professor Snape as much as he did them) before Harry caught the Snitch, making the Gryffindors go wild.
"You all just can't make it easy for us, can you?" Draco asked, as he complimentary clapped with them. "Well, I guess, if I have to compete with a house, you're the ones to do it with." He winked at Dahlia.
"Wouldn't it piss you off if the Hufflepuffs won the Cup?" She asked him.
Draco snickered. "Like that would ever happen."
Later, Harry didn't show up for dinner until twenty minutes after it had started.
"Where've you been?!" Dahlia asked as Ron slapped Harry on the shoulder, grinning from ear to ear. "Excellent seeking, Harry! You're a pro!"
"Shh!" Harry said breathlessly. "Come on!" He gestured to them and Dahlia, Hermione, and Ron followed him to an empty room. "I followed Snape into the Forbidden Forest." He finally said when they were closed up.
"You what?!" Both Hermione and Dahlia shrieked, making Harry look guilty for a moment.
"Do you realize the dangerous creatures that roam in there?!" Dahlia hissed.
"He was meeting Quirrell." Dahlia's question was ignored as Harry continued. "And confronted him about the Sorcerer's Stone... Snape accused him of some sort of hocus pocus."
"What does that mean? The man can barely cast a jelly legs jinx!" Ron said.
"Unless he's... faking it?" Harry suggested, uncertainly.
"Why would he fake it? The man's a useless wimp."
"Lot's of people pretend to do things and act differently than who they really are." Harry said, looking pointedly at Dahlia.
Dahlia nodded. "He's right. Professor Quirrell could be pretending to be someone he's not just to get the Sorcerer's Stone. It's a big deal, after all."
"It could still be Snape though." Ron insisted.
Hermione shook her head. "Hagrid trusts him too much. And all the other teachers have been here for years. Quirrell's the newest one. It would seem more likely that he took this job simply to gain access to the Sorcerer's Stone."
The following two months they all kept tabs on Professor Quirrell, who appeared to be getting sicker and sicker everyday, and Professor Snape, who was getting more impatient with everyone, if that was even possible. The Gryffindors noticed he was showing up more often, stalking them in the corridors. The first years soon decided it was safer to keep their secret chatter limited to unused classrooms.
Hermione insisted that they study more, since exams would be coming up in a few weeks and they all needed to pass in order to go onto the next year. Dahlia and Hermione exchanged study tips, while helping Harry and Ron with their studying, although, Harry didn't really need anything but a push. He was scoring in the nineties in all his classes, even with his focus on other things.
"Harry, Professor Snape isn't going to accept this hand writing." Dahlia told him gently, after looking over his work. "It's a great essay, but you rushed too fast, and he'll know it."
"Speaking from someone who is only scoring a seventy two." Ron grumbled, hovered over his own essay.
"Only because I get physically sick from the task." Dahlia defended herself.
"Yes, Lia would score one hundred if she wouldn't get sick." Hermione said. "More than you can say. Not to mention, the only reason you are scoring as high as you have been is because Dahlia is your partner half of the time. I am surprised Professor Snape hasn't taken points from you because of it."
The tips of Ron's ears turned red.
"Maybe he has." Dahlia said. "If Ron would ask him, he could find out."
"I ain't asking Snape nothing!" Ron shared the same hatred of the Potions Master that his brothers did.
A week later, Dahlia, Draco, Gregory, and Vincent were in a room, waiting on the others to show up for their Defense practice.
"Where do you suppose they are?" Draco asked Dahlia.
Dahlia sighed. "With those three, who knows."
"Let's practice without them. Maybe they'll show up shortly." He said taking out his wand, the others following suit.
"Disarming?" Dahlia asked, pointing her wand at him.
"No, we need to practice the first year spells for the upcoming exams." Draco reminded her. "Ladies first." He said through a mock of a cough.
"Very funny." She muttered before casting the Verdimillious charm. They took turns attacking and counter attacking before they heard the door click. The four quickly put their wands away, and scrambled to a nearby table, Dahlia effortlessly conjured up a deck of cards with her hand, unnoticed by the others in their panic.
"You big cheat!" She accused Draco as Professor Snape stepped in.
"What?! I didn't cheat!" Draco denied it, going along with Dahlia. "You're the cheater! I saw you peek at my cards!"
"How can I peek at them when I am sitting way over here?!"
A clearing of a throat made the first years look up at the professor. "Oh, hello, Professor." Dahlia greeted him with a smile.
"Where are the others?" He asked lifting a brow.
"The others?" Draco asked innocently.
"Don't play me a fool!" Professor Snape growled. "Granger, Weasley, and Potter- the other half of your little group."
"Studying, last I knew, sir." Dahlia quickly answered. "In the library."
"And you without them?" Professor Snape inquired with a doubtful tone to his voice.
Dahlia lifted a shoulder. "We don't spend every moment with each other, sir."
The professor nodded very slowly. "Mmhm." He said before exiting the room.
Draco heaved out a sigh of relief. "He's going to end up busting us eventually. I just know it!"
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