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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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A/N: There is a ugly word in this chapter. Just a warning.
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Chapter 24-
"He has a dragon?!" Dahlia whispered, once Harry explained why he didn't show up for their Defense study.
"Bloody hell!" Draco said. "If Hagrid gets caught he'll be arrested!"
"And he's not listening to us neither. He's completely nutty over that thing!" Ron informed them. "He's going to get sent to Azkaban, I just know it!"
"We'll have to help him." Harry said.
"No! You can't!" Dahlia said. "You'll get expelled!"
"Doesn't your brother deal with dragons?" Draco asked Ron.
"Yeah..."
"Yes! We can send Norbert off with Charlie who can release him out into the wild!" Harry said.
Ron, Harry, and Hermione decided to help care for Norbert while they waited for Charlie's reply. Dahlia and Draco took more notes in classes than usual, since the other three were so busy caring for the baby dragon that they had little time to pay attention.
"You know, you're not so bad when Harry's not around." Draco commented as they worked together on their Potions homework. They were alone, since Gregory and Vincent were in the infirmary due to a mishap in charms class earlier that morning.
"And you aren't so bad when he is around." She told him.
"You still make an awful witch though." He said, smirking.
"Give me some time, would you?" She said. "You'll be surprised one day."
"I suppose by the time you're Dumbledore's age, you might just be good enough to call yourself a real witch."
She bit her tongue, knowing the boy was just teasing her. Something stirred inside her though, she wanted to prove to him that she was a decent witch. That she was better than anyone of their year. Even better than Hermione.
She took out her wand and set it onto the table. She was finally going to do it. Without looking, without even uttering a word, she told his eyebrows to turn pink, and let out a giggle.
"What?" He asked.
"Nothing." She sang out, pretending to be focused on her work.
"Not sure I like that tone." Draco said cautiously. "Are you planning to poison my drink or something?" He asked, eyeing the goblet of water.
"No, your drink is fine."
"Then what is it?"
Dahlia lifted her wand and glanced at his eyebrows, bursting out in laughter at the once near white hairs that were now fuchsia.
"What is it?" He insisted.
She stood up, pulling at the arm of his robes to get him to stand. "Turn around." She told him.
Draco carefully did, glancing behind his back at her a couple times. Dahlia set her wand on the table and conjured up a mirror then picked her wand back up. "Here." She held it out to him.
His mouth dropped open when he seen it. "Change it back!" he shrieked.
"But it's pretty!" She argued. "It matches your lips so well."
He pointed his wand to her. "Change it back!"
"Close your eyes."
"Why?" He demanded.
"Otherwise I can't do it!"
He sighed. "That makes no sense, you know." He grumbled, giving in.
Dahlia studied his eyebrows, noticing how perfectly shaped they were, never having had noticed this before. She found herself curiously running her thumb along one of them, the pink hairs turning back into blonde as her touch left him.
His eyes flew open. "Why are you-" he paused, catching her staring at him, his eyebrows narrowing.
She smiled before telling the other eyebrow to change back with her mind. "Sorry." She whispered. "They are perfectly trimmed. I never noticed that until now."
Draco snorted. "It's not like I spend an hour in front of the mirror everyday!" He avoided her eyes.
"You are such a horrible liar." She giggled.
"I do just fine!" He said indignantly, crossing his arms. "When you're not around anyway!"
"Do I really effect you that much?" She asked, raising her eyebrows.
"How can you not?! All you have to do is walk into the room with as pretty as you are-" his mouth instantly clamped shut, his pale cheeks flushing red. Suddenly, it appeared that he had something else to do. He snatched up his books, and hurried out.
"Wait!" She called after him, but he didn't stop.
Draco didn't speak to Dahlia for a few days after that, and pretended that she didn't exist. She knew why. She wasn't some clueless little girl. He was crushing on her, and whenever she thought about it, she couldn't help grinning to herself, because she was starting to think she may just have similar feelings toward him.
This could work. It may make her task of uniting the two rivals together much more easier.
* / *
"This can't go on for much longer." Dahlia warned Harry two weeks later, speaking about Hagrid's dragon. "With Professor Snape sneaking around us, you're just bound to get caught!"
"And this bite is awful. I can't heal it." Draco told Ron after an inspection. "You'll have to go see Madam Pomfrey before the poison takes your hand."
"Charlie will be here tonight." Harry said. "Then this will all be over with."
"Fine, but Hermione and I will take Norbert up to the tower. You don't need to get caught. You have a quidditch game coming up, and I can see Professor McGonagall suspending you from it."
"You know, that's not such a terrible thing." Draco grinned. He seemed to have gotten over his slip, returning back to his usual cocky self.
"Oh, hush up!" Dahlia told him.
Once Norbert was off on his way to his new home, and the girls were safety inside the common room, they collapsed onto the sofa together with Harry, breathing heavy from their split moment of being caught by Filch.
"We could have set the Gryffindors in third place if we had gotten caught." Hermione said, her hand to her chest.
"I hope we never have to do anything like that again!" Dahlia handed Harry his invisible cloak. "That thing's pretty neat." She told him.
As the days got nearer to their exams, they all had less free time because of the amount of studying they had to do.
"How many Gargoyles are in Hogwarts again?" Vincent asked during one of their study sessions.
"Sixty-seven." Hermione, Draco, Harry, and Dahlia all said in unison.
"Fifteen of them have been charmed to talk." Ron added.
"The forth floor has the most in all of Hogwarts." Harry said. "Nineteen of them."
"I'd say we're all just about ready for the exams." Dahlia said happily.
Finally, the day of exams came.
"I think I did okay." Dahlia announced as they grouped up outside of the Potions dungeon. "There aren't any disgusting ingredients in a Forgetfullness potion. That should give a boost to my grade." She said proudly.
"I think I did okay too." Harry said.
"I fouled up at the last part." Ron said glumly. "Snape breathed down my back and I stirred the wrong way."
Now that their exams were completed, they all had a lot of free time on their hands, and could actually enjoy being young again. The Gryffindors sat outside by the lake, watching Ron's brothers and their friend play with the giant squid that inhabited the lake.
Harry still seemed anxious though, and Dahlia asked what was wrong. Her cousin couldn't exactly explain his feeling to her, only that his forehead was starting to bother him. He took it as a sign that something was about to happen.
"Something bad?" Dahlia asked.
Harry only nodded.
Hermonie insisted that he was only worrying over the exams, and Ron suggested that he go see Madam Pomfrey, but Harry shook his head, saying that he didn't think she could fix this.
Dahlia frowned at her cousin's worrying face.
He suddenly stood up, his face gone flush.
"What's wrong?" his friends asked.
"I should have realized before!" He started running. "Come on!" He called to them. "We have to go see Hagrid!"
Harry drilled Hargid with questions about Norbert the dragon and the night Hagrid had won the dragon egg in a card game. And as soon as Hagrid slipped up on how to get passed Fluffy, the four Gryffindors ran off.
"Was the stranger Quirrell then?" Ron asked Harry, trying to catch up to him.
"I think so! We must tell Dumbledore! Quirrell could have the stone already!"
"Well, where's his office?" Ron asked Harry as if he would know.
"Professor McGonagall!" Dahlia waved at the approaching witch.
"Yes?" Her beady eyes scanned the group. "What is wrong with you?" She asked noticing their heavy panting.
"We need to speak to Professor Dumbledore!" Harry said urgently.
"Well, he has just left on some important business for the Ministry. Busy man, he is. Whatever you meant to say to him, can be said to me. I am the deputy, after all."
"We think someone's stolen the Sorcerer's Stone."
The witch dropped the books that she had been holding in her arms, not expecting to hear Harry say that. "How do you-"
"Never mind that, please Professor, it's important!" Harry insisted.
"I do not know how you would even know about that-" she huffed, looking at them with disapproval. "-but I assure you, it's well protected."
"But-"
"Outside you go, and enjoy the sunshine." She ordered, picking up her fallen books, Dahlia bent down to help her. "Thank you, dear. Now, I mean it," she told the group sternly. "The Sorcerer's Stone is not to concern yourself with."
They watched the Professor walk off down the corridor.
"What do we do now?" Ron asked.
"We go after Quirrell." Harry said, hurrying off.
"Harry, wait!" Dahlia called after them, but it was too late, none of the others had seen Professor Snape stalking up the corridor, him catching site of their scurrying. She decided to stay behind, so he wouldn't follow them. Dahlia flashed him a smile. "Hello, Professor." She greeted when he approached.
"What are they up to?" Professor Snape asked, immediately suspicious.
"Well, Ron's rat got loose." Dahlia said quickly. "And he's being chased by Mrs. Norris."
His eyebrows quirked up. "Is that so?" He asked smoothly. He then smirked. "You are quick minded, Miss Dursley, I'll give you that. I am sure the companion's charm hasn't worn off all of a sudden, though. Fifteen points from Gryffindor for lying to me." He said. "And it'll be fifty if you ever lie to me again." He then stalked off to the staffroom.
Dahlia smacked her forehead. "Idiot!"
She went off to find the others.
Dahlia never did find Harry, Ron, or Hermione, but, who she did find in her two hours of searching, was Professor Quirrell. He muttered and whimpered as he walked and appeared to be in pain or in fear. She followed him throughout the rest of the night, tailing him even past dinner, forgetting about the time before he finally went to the third floor, conjuring up a harp and opening up the door that Fluffy was behind.
When he was fully inside, Dahlia scampered off to find someone to alert.
"Oh, my my. Out of bed you are." Peeves voice rang out heavily. "I should let Filch know."
"I actually am looking for a Professor." Dahlia told him.
"You are looking to get into trouble?" Peeves asked doubtfully.
"Professor Quirrell is after the Sorcerer's Stone! He's just gotten passed Fluffy now!"
Peeves eyes widened. "I knew it!" He said. "They wouldn't believe me though! Them ghosts kept on about it being completely safe, and only two people knew how to make that beast fall into slumber!"
"Please help me find someone, we must make sure the stone is not stolen!"
Peeves nodded. "I know who just to tell." He said before flying off.
Dahlia hurried behind him. "Who?"
"Snape."
* / *
"What are you doing out of bed?" Professor Snape hissed when he seen Dahlia after she had knocked on his potions dungeon door.
"Quirrell!" Was all she said to grab his attention.
"What about him?" He demanded, having his full attention.
"He got passed Fluffy!" Dahlia said out of breath. "He tricked Hagrid into telling him and now he's going to steal the Sorcerer's Stone!"
Dahlia didn't think it was possible, but Professor Snape's face paled a lighter shade. He took out his wand, performed a spell that made a hologram shaped like a deer sprint out of the tip of his wand. "Headmaster, he has done it." He said to the doe, and the silvery animation pranced off down the corridor in a hurry.
"Go to the Slytherin's common room immediately." He ordered Dahlia. "Tap the third brick from the wall at the end of this corridor. The password is Like a Snake." He said quicker than Dahlia thought he ever could, since he usually talked long and slow. "Find any one of the prefects there and tell them we have a code Nerkon. They will know what to do." Professor Snape then billowed off in a haste.
Dahlia did as he said, running the opposite direction of him. She stepped into the dark common room, and many of the Slytherins stood upon her entrance ready to pounce.
"What are you doing in here, Gryffie?" A boy sneered.
"Last time one of you came in here, we hexed them to Hell and back." A girl raised her wand.
"Snape sent me here. I need to speak to one of your Prefects." She said quickly, with her hands raised.
"I'm a prefect." A girl with blond hair emerged from the crowd.
"Nerkon." Dahlia burst out. "We have a code Nerkon from Professor Snape."
After that, everything happened so fast, it was a blur. Two Prefects were left behind, while the rest went out to do whatever they were supposed to do. The normal students were told to stay behind.
Dahlia spent two hours with Draco and the rest of his house as they all made up stories, trying to decipher what 'Code Nerkon' meant. The prefects that had been left there to ensure their safety kept telling them that it was nothing to worry over, but no one believed them. Dahlia kept her mouth shut, sensing that it was something that didn't need to be blabbed if there was a "code name" for it. Besides that, she was trying to make sense of her head, and trying to remember what she knew about the Sorcerer's Stone, but everything was so cloudy.
"It's about the Sorcerer's Stone, isn't it?" He whispered to her. They sat next to each other in one of the many big arm chairs that scattered around the room.
"I think... it's more than that." She said, confused with the images flashing in her mind. "Something much more... important."
"Like what?"
"I don't exactly know..." she said quietly. "I just got this terrible-"
"Harry Potter is missing!" A returning prefect announced.
"Harry!" Dahlia uprooted from the chair, everything about the Sorcerer's Stone forgotten.
"It's rumored that Hermione Granger had said that he's up in the forbidden part of the third floor trying to stop someone from getting something called the Sorcerer's Stone."
Dahlia raced to the exit before one of the prefects stopped her. "You can't go out there yet." He said firmly. "Nerkon is still in activation."
"Forget Nerkon!" She shouted, and pushed him out of the way with her power, sending the boy flying on top of a group of sixth years who were sitting on a sofa. She unlocked the exit that kept them trapped inside for their safety and started running toward third floor.
"Dursley!" Draco called behind her. "Wait up!" But there was no time to wait. She had this awful feeling Harry was in danger.
When Dahlia got to the room that concealed Fluffy, she found it open, and Fluffy was no longer there. She saw a gap in the flooring, and knew that that must have been the opening of the trapdoor Hermione had spoken about last year.
Dahlia peered down inside it seeing a floor about two stories down.
"Lia!" Draco gasped, panting in sync with her, also looking down the hole.
"I need to get down there!" She told him between breaths.
Draco nodded. "What do you want to do?"
Dahlia looked around, thinking of a way to get down two floors without hurting herself. A moment later she conjured up a rope with her mind. "Help me tie this to the door knocker! Hurry!"
Together, the pair of them looped an end of the rope to the large metal door knocker on the door to the room they were in.
Then Dahlia sighed to clear her mind, and climbed down the rope in a haste, using her magic to help her down faster.
When she was finally down where she wanted to be, she looked up to see Draco had also been climbing down the rope, murmuring prayers as he inched down. She rolled her eyes, and snapped her fingers, cutting the rope to send him down quicker, his wails echoing as he fell. With another snap of her fingers, she froze his fall just three itches from the ground and then waved her hand to release him. The spell was similar to the one Dumbledore had casted on the Gryffindor seeker that had quit after the first game of the season.
"Merlin!" Draco gasped out in relief. "I may need a new set of trousers after this." He muttered. Dahlia hadn't heard him, she was already rushing off to the next room.
Shimmering keys littered the floor, twitching as if on the brink of death, from the fading of a spell. She had to shuffle through them to get to the door across the way sat ajar and she entered into another room with an enormous sized chess set with no chess pieces. There were another set of doors, awaiting for her entrance.
Then one last room until finally...
"Harry!" She gasped when she saw her motionless cousin, sprawled out on the ground, a group of professors surrounding him.
"Miss Dursley!" Professor McGonagall shrieked, but Dahlia didn't hear the old woman's voice, she was currently experiencing tunnel vision, and the only thought on her mind was Harry Potter. She squeezed between a pair of Professors before kneeling down to the boy's side.
"Harry...?" She whispered, frightfully, taking his hand. She felt it twitch at her touch, and noticed that he was breathing. She was so happy that she hugged him, even if he was passed out, and couldn't acknowledge it. "Thank God... Thank God..." she repeated.
* / *
Dahlia could hear a woman screaming down the hallway of a dimly lit house. "Please! Don't, please!" She cried.
Dahlia hastily made her way to see if she could help the woman. She came upon a room to see a red haired woman shielding a baby from a monstrous looking man who had his wand pointed at her. Dahlia couldn't help shuddering at his freakish appearance.
"Stand aside, you foolish girl, stand aside now." He hissed calmly.
Dahlia watched from the doorway of the nursery as the wizard ordered the frantic woman to give up her infant, who she held to her chest, pleading to the dark wizard- offering her own life just to save the life of her baby's.
Dahlia's eyes teared up. She knew she couldn't help her and was forced to watch the death of a very brave young woman. The same woman who would be declared the most innocent witch of the 20th century. Dahlia watched her fall from the killing curse, dead before she had even hit the ground.
"You're fucking monster!" Dahlia muttered even though the wizard couldn't see nor hear her. Anger boiled inside her. Who could kill such a lovely woman?! Dahlia wanted to kill him! But she was not capable of doing it.
The wizard chuckled lightly before setting his snake like eyes onto the baby. With purring words, he said the incantation to also kill the boy, but instead of killing him, the green spark bounced off of the baby's forehead and hit the dark wizard. He bellowed in agony before disappearing with an explosion.
"Miss Dursley!" Dahlia heard Professor McGonagall call for her.
"Professor?" Dahlia started looking through the torn house for her teacher. "Where are you?" She asked after several minutes of her search.
As she was climbing over a the remains of an arm chair, a shadow swept by her, making her jump with fear, thinking it was the evil wizard returning to come for Professor McGonagall. It wasn't him though. It was someone else.
"No...!" The shadow whispered hoarsely. "No...!" Dahlia saw a tall man sink to his knees, trembling with sorrow, bowing his head over the dead body of the woman.
"Miss Dursley!" Dahlia's body shook roughly and she was no longer in the ruined house on Godric's Hollow, but instead at Hogwarts' Infirmary. The bright sunlight made her squint her eyes, and she was completely covered in a layer of sweat, shivering from a damp chill. Her pulse pounded hard, every vein in her body violently vibrating.
She had been dreaming of a begging woman off and on for the past year. Each time, the dream and faces of the people in it becoming more vivid to her.
While Dahlia looked up at the faces of Professor McGonagall and Madam Pomfrey who showed their relief of her coherence, she realized something at that exact moment.
She was sure that she had witnessed the murder of Lily Potter.
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