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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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A/N: Merry Christmas to all! Hope you have a grand holiday!
Review Responses:
loisa: I decided to add a bit of a "fluffy" side story before I cause havac in the new lives of the Marauders (and the others they associate with). and totally agree with you on the child thing. I don't see how anyone can be so cruel :(
staar: Good to see you're still loving this! Someone requested from Draco's point of view, so that is what I did for this chapter. I hope I didn't mess him up too much!

Chapter 27-
Draco sat at the over sized dining table, reading the letter from Miss Dursley that he had just received. He had already read it five times over, without realizing this. What he did realize though was the fancy handwriting. It wasn't like he hadn't seen it before, but for some reason it suddenly appealed to him. Maybe it was because this had been personally written for him.
Or... it could be because she had signed it with 'Love Dahlia.'
Love.
It was such a powerful word. He knew that. But in letters, it didn't always mean 'love', did it?
Why he was even bothering to run his mind along this, he had no idea. She was a mudblood. Love between them was forbidden. Father would never approve. As it was, he was running on thin ice just from fancying the girl.
Fancying was one thing. Loving was another.
Still, since he departed from his Gryffindor friends three weeks ago, he could not help feeling a bit of himself missing. He had Vincent and Gregory, but those two spent more time together than with him, making him feel like a third wheel. He felt like he had a place to belong when his Gryffindor friends were around. It wasn't like he didn't have any Slytherins friends, but when he was with Harry, Ron, and the girls, he could be himself, and he didn't have to live up to his name and impress them.
He also couldn't help thinking about that red headed girl that would have made a perfect Slytherin. Mudblood or not, she belonged with the snakes. He had meant no other Slytherin girl that fitted better. Besides that though, he couldn't help missing the sound of her voice everyday. Her giggles at his snide jokes. Her scolding the boys for doing something rude or barbaric. The little shrieks of disgusts and gagging noises she made when something grossed her out. Plus, he missed having someone around to tease. She was someone he could push who wasn't afraid of pushing him right back. Miss Dursley was also someone that didn't find his teasing offensive, unlike practically any other girl Draco had come across. He liked this about her. Girls were much too sensitive for his taste. Not Miss Dursley though.
"Sir." Dobby brought Draco out of his thoughts. The house elf set down his requested glass of pumpkin juice next to him.
"It's about time." Draco muttered. "What took you so long?"
Dobby winced as if Draco was going to smack him along side the head. "Master Lucius needed Dobby more importantly, sir. Dobby's sorry, young master."
"I'll accept that." Draco scowled. Father had top authority after all. "Where's Mother?" He asked Dobby.
"Dobby does not know, sir, but Dobby will seek Mistress."
"You do that." Draco said, his eyes focusing back onto the letter.
'While we're having fun on our vacation to the beach, we both miss Hogwarts and you and the others. We can't wait to return. We are counting the days. 37 as I write this. Hehe.' With a faint smile, Draco pictured her giggling.
"Hello, dear." Mother came up to him, brushing his perfectly set hair away from his forehead.
"Ah, Mother! You ruined it!" He shrieked, patting his hair back down into position.
"Is that a letter from a girl?" Mother gasped, looking down at Miss. Dursley's letter.
"Uh..." Draco felt his cheeks go hot and he quickly folded it and put it into his pocket.
His mother wore a tiny smirk. "You like her, don't you, son?"
"Doesn't matter, Mother." He grumbled. "She's forbidden."
"Forbidden?" Mother gave him a look like there was no such thing. "How can any girl be so forbidden from a Malfoy heir like yourself?!"
Draco gave her a pointed look. "Mother, you are not thick. Think about it." He then quickly changed the subject. "How is Father this morning? Have you seen him?"
Mother bit the inside of her lip. "He's still a bit cross and on the edge, and he continues to refuse and tell my why. I haven't seen him so upset since-" she paused, a terrified look flushing across her face.
"Since when, Mother?" Draco prompted worriedly.
"Don't you worry, Draco." Mother gave him a smile that he could read was fake and displayed only to try and reassure him. "Your father will be fine. It may just be a midlife crisis."
"Don't you have to be at least forty for that?" Draco asked.
Mother leaned over and kissed the top of his head. "My smart little boy."
Draco rolled his eyes. "Merlin, if you ever say that to me in public I'll die right on the spot!"
* / *
Severus flooed into the Malfoy's Flooing room. He used to envy Lucius when he was younger. He was rich, had a proper family, and he had the most luxurious lifestyle that any person on Earth would dream about. Severus had outgrown that envy though. The death of his beloved Lily had shown him that he had been concerned with the wrong things in life.
Now all he envied the man for was the love that he and his family had for each other. Loyal only to each other, and perhaps even to Severus himself. They considered him a Malfoy- even offered him a home here in the Manor, but Severus didn't belong here, he knew that. And he didn't want to leech off the one person he thought to be his true friend left in the world.
"Hello, Professor." Draco had stopped at the doorway when he seen him.
"I told you not to call me that outside of the school." Severus told him impatiently.
"Sorry, Uncle Severus." The boy grinned.
Severus give a smile. "That's better." He said approvingly. "Where's your father?"
Draco shrugged. "He's been a sour puss lately. We've been avoiding him. I suggest you do the same."
"Well, that wouldn't be an awful idea if he hadn't just requested that I come over." Severus then grunted. "Be nice if he had bothered to meet me here."
"Dobby." Draco summoned up the house elf. The Malfoys had seven of those things, and yet they used this one the most. Severus had no idea why since he was deathly afraid of them, and completely incompetent because of it. Lucius spent more time bitching and kicking at him than ordering him around. Severus couldn't help but to feel a bit of pity for the house elf, but it was none of his business how Lucius treated his animals.
"Yes, young master?" Dobby bowed, trembling.
"Find my Father and tell him that Uncle Severus is here."
"Yes, sir." And the house elf disappeared.
"Your father must have been proud after seeing your grades." Severus said in complimentary.
The young Malfoy stood up taller, showing a bit of his arrogance that he had, no doubt, learned from his father. "Indeed, he was quite pleased, sir, as I am." He said. "I certainly studied enough."
Severus nodded, having had noticed the study sessions he had done with the group of Gryffindors, particularly a certain girl. It had paid off. Each of those seven students scored higher than the rest of their year. "Well done. It gets tougher next term."
"I'm looking forward to the challenge." Draco told him.
"Good to know."
"Severus." Lucius greeted. Severus knew by the tone of his voice that something was bothering him.
"Hello." Severus greeted and watched Draco hurry off, also noticing his father's tone. "Out with it then."
Lucius licked his lips nervously before striding across the room. "I went down to the place where I store all of my dark items." He whispered, a fearful look on his face.
Severus raised an eyebrow. It had been a while since he seen Lucius so fearful. "And?"
Lucius took a deep breath. "The Dark Lord, before he... disappeared, he left me something. A book."
"Lovely, Lucius. He left you plenty of things of his, knowing your interest in them."
"Yes...but... I was going through somethings because of the heat that Weasley is starting with me, and, after looking the book over, it addressed me. At first... I-I thought that I was just imagining th-things..." He said with a slight stutter. "But it was really communicating with me..." he paused, a troubled look upon his face. "I am sure that it's the Dark Lord, Severus."
Severus nodded once very slowly, trying to piece this all together.
"He has ordered me to give the book to Harry Potter." Lucius whispered. "With the rumors of what went on in the school during the last term I fear..." he closed his eyes in torment. "I fear he's making a return."
"It's just a book." Severus told him softly. "He can't possibly return through a book, it is probably cursed in someway though. Perhaps enchanted to impose as him..."
Lucius wrung his hands together, reminding Severus very much of Dobby. "I don't know what to do. I like my life now, Severus. If He comes back..." he trailed off.
Severus pressed his lips together. "Lucius, I told you after his disappearance that he would return. And he has, although, Potter has kept him at bay for the time being, but he's still out there, seeking another loyal man to feed upon. We can not escape the inevitable; He will return."
"When he does... he'll kill us all. Narcissa, Draco, you, myself. Everyone..."
Severus' gut churned at that thought, but he kept his calm demeanor. "No." He said firmly. "We will gain his trust back. He will need his servants to do the petty things he will not bother himself with. He will want to build his army back up, and we are much too valuable to lose."
"But I don't want to be a Death Eater any longer! I like my normal life!"
"We will not have much of a choice. You know that. That mark is there for life."
"That boy. Potter. Did he really burn the skin off of Quirrell?"
Severus nodded, giving Lucius' eyes a hopeful light. "He is really his successor." Lucius said.
"It appears so." Severus said.
"We have some hope then." Lucius said desperately.
"If the Dark Lord doesn't kill the boy before he's strong and knowledgeable enough to take him on. In the mean time, if you really think it is the Dark Lord speaking to you, you should do as he says. Fate will run it's course on the Potter boy, if he is truly his successor."
Lucius nodded. "I hope so. Draco has formed such a bond with him."
"Indeed he has. Let us hope that they are not forced onto opposite sides of the fence. I suggest that you brush up on your Occulemency skill, you're going to need it."
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