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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: So, this is a long chapter, and you will get to read a bit of Dahlia's mission, and understand a bit of who she is. Enjoy!
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staar: oooh, I am glad you liked it! Here's another decent chapter. Should answer some questions, but also create more. lol

Chapter 25-
Dahlia was told that she had to stay in the infirmary to rest after the abundance of spells she had cast, having had exhausted herself. Some of them advanced for someone her age.
Madam Pomfrey had assured her that Harry was fine when she saw him asleep in a bed next to her. He had many visitors who gave him gifts and wishes to get better. They were never there for long though, as Madam Pomfrey shooed them out.
Some of them tried getting information from Dahlia, thinking she had been there to witness the 'battle' they called it. She got Draco and the rest of their group for a few short minutes each day, nothing much more than a greeting was usually exchanged though, with the mediwitch's strict rules.
Professor Dumbledore and Professor McGonagall stopped by often to see how Harry was coming along, Madam Pomfrey giving them an update several times daily. Sometimes Professor Snape would come in along with one of them, and Dahlia couldn't help noticing that he would often stare at her, but he never said anything to her. He was curious about something, and Dahlia wondered why he just didn't ask her whatever he was thinking.
She felt completely confused about the dream about her aunt. The death of her Aunt Lily wasn't the only dream that she had been having of her (at least Dahlia was sure she was having more dreams of her, since they involved a red headed girl in them), but this was the one that happened most frequently. And, until recently, she hadn't given it much thought. The faces were so clear now, that there was no mistaking. The monster was Voldemort, the woman was her aunt, and the baby-
"Professor." she called out to Professor Dumbledore the day after Harry and her had been sent there to rest.
"Miss Dursley." He greeted cheerily, stepping up to her and conjuring up a chair. "I was wondering if you would ever speak out to me."
"Um..." Dahlia glanced at her sleeping cousin. "I am having this horrid feeling that it wasn't really Quirrell that wanted the Sorcerer's Stone." She said quietly to the old wizard who made himself comfortable next to her.
"Ah, that is true." He said pleasantly. "But who do you believe it was?"
Dahlia fiddled with the edge of the quilt that was covering her. "Someone who is willing to hurt Harry." She said quietly.
"Does this someone have a name?"
Dahlia nodded. "But... I think... you might know who I am speaking of." Or at least a tiny voice inside her was saying so.
"Is that who you were dreaming about?" He asked, deeply focused onto her, making her feel very uncomfortable.
She shrugged. "It's more of a gut feeling. The dreams are just giving it a picture."
Professor Dumbledore hummed a few notes to a tune, giving Dahlia the idea that he was thinking about what she had said. "If you ever wish to share your thoughts with me, Miss Dursley, I would be most willing to be a listening ear."
"Thanks..." she said. Although, she wasn't sure if she was ready to share any of her secrets just yet.
* / *
"How is Potter?" Severus asked Albus as he came out of the Infirmary.
"Perfect condition, considering all that has happened. Incredibly mature boy he is."
Severus stopped himself from showing his relief that the boy was not traumatized from the recent events. He followed the older wizard down the corridor. "Did you also talk with Miss Dursley?"
"Yes." He said simply.
"And?"
"There are some things stored in her mind that I am not sure she even knows is there."
Severus was confused by this, wondering how that was even possible. "You plunged into her mind?"
"Drastic times, Severus." Albus said casually, waving aside the accusation.
"What did you see?" The Potions Master asked with heavy interest.
"It is unclear. Very foggy." Albus said mysteriously. "I am about to do some research. The school should be safe for the rest of the term. I'll use this luxurious time to make an effort to uncover the secrets that she holds."
"Like why she was screaming out the name of a woman she has never met before?" Severus asked as they stopped outside of Albus' office.
"That, and many other wonders that I have. I ask that you do not look into her mind, Severus. There are many traps in there. It's not at all hard to get lost inside her head. She has some powerful magic protecting her from an invasion."
* / *
Harry was also bed bound, healing from the damage Quirrell had done to and Dahlia spent some of this time studying the photos of Harry's parents in the photo album that Hagrid had given him.
"Golly, we do look just like them." Harry said.
Dahlia smiled. "Yep!"
"Dumbledore said Snape and my dad hated each other." Harry said in thought. "Do you think that is why he seems to loath me; because I look so much like my dad?"
"Maybe..." Dahlia said."But just because you look like someone doesn't mean you're an exact copy of them." She told him. "From what I believe, you are more like Aunt Lily than you are your father- well, besides your flying skills." She giggled.
"I also asked Dumbledore if he knew who gave me my broom. And who charmed my chess pieces- I swear they weren't charmed when I first got them; he insisted it was Father Christmas." He rolled his eyes. "I am sure it was him."
Dahlia concealed a grin. "Yeah, probably."
That night, after Madam Pomfrey checked them over one last time to ensure their health, they made their way to the End of the Year Feast. Harry grinned widely at the Gryffindor decorated Great Hall.
"Looks like you did it, Gryffies." Draco's voice came up behind them. Dahlia could tell he was a bit down from losing the House cup, but he held out his hand to shake Harry's hand, just the same.
Harry's grin widened as he took Draco's offer. "Told ya." He said, smirking. "You put up a good fight though."
Draco scoffed. "Lost by fifty points." He grunted. "It was close."
"There's always next year, Draco." Dahlia told him.
Draco nodded, eyeing her. "How are you feeling?" He asked. "Harry?" He added quickly, looking to his friend.
"Terrific!"
"I'm fine too, by the way." Dahlia informed Draco with a giggle.
"Good to know." Draco said, brushing her off. "Well, I best get back to my house mates. Congratulations, mate." He said to Harry before walking off to sit between Vincent and Gregory.
"He's not so bad after all." Harry complimented.
"Didn't I tell you so?" Dahlia said cheekily and made her way to Hermione who had noticed them and was waving to them to join her and Ron.
The room was full of excitement until Professor McGonagall stood up to congratulate the Gryffindor house, and giving the Slytherins an honorary mention.
"Where's Dumbledore?" Hermione asked through the cheering and clapping of the crowd. Even a few Slytherins were clapping, though not as eagerly. Professor Snape wore a sore smile as he shook Professor McGonagall's hand politely. His eyes set onto Harry, before he gave a slight nod of his head.
"I think that was-"
"A congratulation." Dahlia whispered to the gaping Harry. "Perhaps even a nod of approval..."
"Think next year will be easier for me?" He asked.
Dahlia snorted in laughter. "He's still Professor Snape, and you're still a Gryffindor. Hell, he deducted points from me the other day, and I think I may fall under his list of favourite students."
"Huh?" Harry asked confused. "Why is that?"
Dahlia gave a shrug. "I don't think now is the time to tell." She said as a group of Gryffindors crowded around Harry, slapping his back, proud to have him in the house, since he won the most points through his Quidditch playing.
"We all passed!" Draco cheered when the results of the exams were announced. Him and Hermione tying for the best scores of all the first years. Both were ecstatic with their results. Harry outscored Dahlia by three points, but Dahlia was proud at her 100 point score on her Potions exam. It would definitely increase her average score.
And before they all knew it, they were getting off the Hogwarts Express to go home. They said their goodbyes to Draco, Vincent, and Gregory, who met their family at Platform Nine and Three Quarters. The other four were to teleport to King's Cross to meet their families.
Ron invited Dahlia, Hermione, and Harry to come spend some time over the summer at his place.
"Oh, look, it's him!" A girl squealed, pointing at Harry.
Ron groaned. "Ginny, my sister." He informed them.
"Ginny!" The plump Mrs. Weasley scolded. "It is rude to point, now stop that!" Dahlia wanted to remind the girl that it was also impolite to stare as that's what Ginny was doing, but she kept quiet.
Harry thanked the kind woman for his Christmas gifts.
"Harry!" Dudley called, running up to him.
"Whoa! Dud!" Harry gasped out, and Dahlia did too, for Dudley's Christmas clothes were so big now, that Dudley had to wear suspenders to keep his pants up. The two boys did a quick hug before the twins hugged.
"You must be Dudley." Ron said holding out his hand. "I'm Ron Weasley."
Dudley grinned, shaking his hand eagerly. "'Nother wizard you are? Like Harry?" Ron nodded. "Swell then! What kind of companion do you got? Harry got me an owl. It's there." He pointed to Dahlia's trolley. "Hi, Ciard." He said to the caged bird who bobbed up and down in a greeting, excited to see his buddy. "I didn't forget you, no." Dudley said taking out a cracker for the owl.
"He's pretty. I just have an old rat. Scabbers."
"Rats are good too."
"Are we ready?" Dad came up and asked.
"Are you Harry's uncle?" Mrs. Weasley asked.
"I am." Dad said simply. "Come, children. Your mother is waiting." He gestured to Mum who stood several feet away at a distance, closely eyeing anyone who her passed her.
Dahlia and Dudley followed the lead of their dad as Harry spoke a few last words to his friends before he finally bid his goodbyes.
* / *
A knock sounded on Severus' chamber door. He sighed in annoyance, tired from the last few months of the term. He could only hope his summer would be a quiet and restful one, but Albus would never allow that to happen.
"Good evening." Albus said as Severus opened the door.
"Now what?" Severus grumbled.
"I discovered something... intriguing about Miss Dursley. I feel I should share it with you."
Severus was interested to hear this, so he opened the door wider to allow the wizard into his room, but all Albus did was shake his head. "We'll need this." He said holding up a golden trinket with a gold chain.
"Is that a -"
"It is." Albus held out his arm. "Take a hold of it, my boy." He instructed, and Severus did as he said. Albus turned the time turner back several times before allowing it to spin, and the two faded away to where ever Albus was sending them to.
"Why are we here?" Severus asked. They were both concealed behind a spell that Albus had cast onto them making them to blend into the night. Severus looked up at the well kept house that Potter lived in.
"This is just hours from the moment Voldemort attacked." Albus told him, his voice just above a whisper. "In ten seconds, the Dursleys will arrive home."
Severus felt his heart clench. He knew he couldn't do anything to help Lily, but the mere thought of him being in the past made his hope pick up.
"To prevent you from attempting anything, I have cast a spell onto you, Severus, you can not move. I apologize, but I did not bring you here for that."
Severus sighed annoyingly. "Then why pray tell-" he stopped as headlights come upon the street and the Dursley's car pulled into their drive way. The front doors opened and two adults in their middle twenties came out; Petunia and Vernon. Petunia went and opened the back door of the car, and a baby's wail screamed out into the night.
"Duddlikins." Pentunia soothed. "You're giving Mummy a headache, what do you want, baby?" She asked the toddler, carrying him inside the house.
Once they were inside, Albus pointed to the car with his wand, lighting up the inside of it. "Notice anything strange?"
After a moment, Severus replied, "One... child seat..."
Albus nodded. "If the Dursleys had twins, there should be a second, right?" He then levitated them up to the windows, casting the curtains on the other side of the glass away so they could see into the home. "Only one crib..." he told Severus. "This is the only nursery in the home."
"I don't understand..." Severus said. "Was the Dursley girl adopted then?"
Albus levitated them back to the ground, and took out the time turner, turning it three times forward. "There's Minerva, Hagrid, and I." He pointed to the group that suddenly appeared of out no where due to a fast forward in time. "And that's Harry in my arms."
The two wizards waited and watched the group of wizards and witch say their goodbyes to the baby before they left. Several moments later, there was a quiet thud, and three different people came tumbling down onto the lawn from the sky. They were all dressed in bright vibrant colored abnormal looking robes that stopped at their knees, with long matching stockings. A bag resting on each of their backs. Their hair was incredibly short and standing straight up.
"What in great heavens?" Severus gasped quietly.
"Listen." Albus told him.
A man with purple hair, who looked to be in his thirties and was taller than the other two people he was with, clicked a Putter-Outter that looked just like Ablus' and all the street lights flickered out.
"Are you sure this is going to work, Teditrian?" A short, plump man asked. He also appeared to be in his thirties, his hair being light blond. He then started sneezing. "What is wrong with the air here?!" He demanded after taking a potion to silence his nuisance.
The third person of the group, a woman, rolled her eyes. She was older than the men by at least twenty years, her hair greying at the roots, and darkening into a copper red at the tips. "The air is cleaner here, Artie! Now be quiet, would you?!"
"Pay closely attention to me." The taller man said sternly. "Voldemort has just fallen here in 1981 and he will return again in the next decade. As we know, Harry Potter will succeed him, but if we could just quicken the defeat, we may just end up saving this World and Ours."
"Harry Potter." The woman whispered, gazing down at the baby, having finally noticing him.
"Wow, that's really him?" Artie asked. "He's so little and cute!"
"That is really him, yes." The taller man said with a slight nod. The three of them were silent for several moments while they stared down onto baby Harry before the metamorphugus continued, "Here's what's going to happen; We'll arrange for you to be a child of Harry's aunt. According to Mr. DocTomo, it will help her and the rest of the family come to terms quicker than before, which is going to be necessary, given the children their son ends up seeding. You will be known as their daughter, Aunt Dahl."
The woman wrinkled her nose. "I don't have to look like them, do I?"
"Your looks are just perfect for the part, considering the other person you're going to be addressing."
"Right." The woman nodded. "Severus Snape."
Severus' ears perked more at the mention of his name. What did this all have to do with him?
"Now, when I deage you, your memories and messages of guidance will be locked away until your ninth anniversary, in which some of them will unlock, but not all of them, else you have the risk of going insane. It is just too much information to find all at once. The rest will come back at the time when you will most need them. Your most important task is to unite the Gryffindors and Slytherins- you remember what they are, right?"
The woman nodded. "Two of the four groups in that wizard school. Houses, they call them."
"If you can unite Harry Potter and Draco Malfoy, they will be able to shepherd the sheep into the pen, and if you can accomplish this, all will be saved."
"And th-this will en-ensure that B-blake is never born?" The woman asked, suddenly shaking in fear. "Because if he ever f-finds out-"
"If you do everything like I said; yes." The tall man interrupted her. "I promise you, if Harry Potter is victorious before the Summer of 1996, Blake will not be conceived and will cease to exist. But this can only happen if there's a union."
"I won't exist either." Dahlia said quietly in thought.
"It must be done." Artie told her.
"It must." The purple haired man echoed. "Otherwise Blake will become the ruler that he is."
Artie shuddered. "He needs to be stopped."
Dahlia nodded and heaved a sigh. "Let's get this done then." She waved her hand at the house, sending a rainbow of sparkles onto it. "They are ready for my addition." She told the two wizards and hugged them tightly. "I am going to miss you guys so much!"
"Love you." Artie said, with a cracking voice.
The tall man snapped his fingers in front of Dahlia and her green eyes glowed so bright that it was blinding. He then set his hands onto her shoulders and she began shrinking in both size and age, ending up as a twenty something pound gurgling infant.
"What do we do about Miss Dursley?" Severus asked back at Hogwarts in their appropriate year. "Or whatever her name is..."
"Obviously she's been sent here to fix something that happens in our future; her past. Something during Voldemort's return-" Severus refrained from shuddering at the name of his previous master. "-so we'll wait and see what Miss Dursley is going to do."
"We're just going to rely on an eleven year old girl to decide our future?"
"She's going to help defeat Voldemort. She either knows or is going to know things that we don't, thus, she'll be quite useful to us."
"What about this whole 'don't mess with the past and future' mumbo jumbo you're always on about?" Severus asked.
"That wizard, Teditrian, mentioned another world, and it sounds like both his and ours will be in an extreme dark time if Miss Dursley's mission fails. What is the point in stopping Voldemort if only in a few decades a new dark lord reigns?"
"I understand your point, but I am supposed to just let some young Gryffindor girl play me like an instrument?"
"From the way I see it, she has helped you in more ways then one." Albus told him with twinkling eyes. "How is your invention coming along?"
Severus gave a careless shrug. "I am still testing the final product, but it looks promising."
"To which you owe most of that to that young girl you so wish to hate."
Severus scoffed. "We're even, Dumbledore. I made sure of that."
Albus chuckled merrily. "A child's broom is just a small fraction of what you owe that girl."
"And I suppose who that broom was gifted to doesn't count?" Severus scowled.
"Not at all... considering you're part the reason that boy is orphaned." Albus tilted his head slightly to the side, giving him a pointed look.
Severus curled his lip. "I already live my life in deep regret. You do not need to hold it over my fucking head every time you want me to play as your puppet." He stood up to leave.
"I apologize, Severus." Albus said softly. "You are a good man. I just feel you need to be reminded that you should not hate the Potter boy."
The dark wizard stiffened. "He does that enough on his own, sir." He said before stalking out of the office.
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