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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: Well... Year Two will start soon. What will happen during this time? Hmm...
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Staar: Snape's a spy, Lucius doesn't know it. *winks* And of COURSE she'll help Harry, that's what she's there for :D

Chapter 28-
The family had a splendid vacation at the beach resort they had gone to for Dahlia and Dudley's birthday. Dudley had taken surfing lessons and had even attracted the attention of a girl. Her name was Amanda, and Dudley spent the last three days hanging out with her, making Harry and Dahlia giggle at his finding a girl that he liked. Mum had even thought it was adorable, and Dad was proud that his son was finally showing an interest in girls and not food. Dudley and Amanda ended up exchanging addresses to write to each other with on the last day, and Dahlia had to pull Dudley away from the girl so they wouldn't miss their flight back home.
"Bye..." Dudley said sadly to the black haired girl, who waved to him. She just as sad.
"Young love." Harry murmured to Dahlia.
"So strong." She giggled.
"Dud?" Harry asked an hour later after they were settled on the plane ride home.
"Hmm, Harry?" Dudley asked, stuck in a day dream.
"Did you kiss her?"
"Kiss her?!" He was out of his fantasy now and Dudley's cheeks grew red at that question. "Was I suppose to?" He asked worriedly.
Harry chuckled. "No, I was only wondering."
On Harry's birthday, Uncle Vernon's boss was supposed to come over. He was anxious. "I do hope you do not mind, Harry, but he was busy any other time." Uncle Vernon said, straightening his tie, looking at his reflection in the mirror.
"No, it's alright. You've done enough for me today. Thank you." Harry said, speaking about the trip to Diagon Alley to allow him to spend some of his birthday money that he had received.
"No problem at all. Now please make sure you are presentable for Mr. Mason. I am expecting a promotion."
"Yes, Uncle Vernon." Harry said before going to his room to change into the nice dress coat his aunt had bought him for this specific occasion.
Dahlia had little work to do for Dad's boss' visit, since she was always properly dressed. Someone knocked on her door just as she finished spraying herself with body spray. "Come in."
Harry came in, looking like he felt stupid. "Help." He requested. Dahlia smiled, noticing his messy hair. Magic wasn't allowed to be cast outside of school, but she had also learned from other Hogwarts students that simple harmless spell casting wasn't enough to warrant getting expelled. If she did a whole lot, she would get a letter in the mail about it, but she knew of only one thing that would tame Harry's hair, and that was her hair sticking charm that she had invented two years ago for her own obnoxious hair.
After waving her hand, his hair magically clung neatly to his head.
"I didn't mean to risk getting yourself into trouble!" He hissed.
Dahlia shrugged. "They won't do nothing to me but send a warning. I heard so from the older students. Slytherins love being naughty. I hear the only time you face getting expelled is from harming someone or casting in front of muggles- neither which I have done."
Harry sighed, accepting her excuse.
Dinner with the Masons went well. Mum and Dad impressed them, Dad with his jokes, and Mum with her cooking.
"Well, I am sure I'll get that promotion." Dad said happily after their guests had left. "Thank you all."
Later, as everyone was retiring to bed, Dahlia heard a thump coming from Harry's room. Her cousin sounded like he was wrestling with something. She then heard a murmur of "No, don't!".
Dahlia went to his room to find Harry trying to snatch a stack of letters from an ugly short creature with long ears and big green eyes.
"Dobby!" Harry grunted. "Let me read my letters!"
Dahlia stunned the creature with the spell Jude had taught her, freezing the creature. "What is that?" She whispered, staring at it.
"A house elf." Harry said grimly. "One that has been stealing my letters to prevent me from returning to Hogwarts!"
"Huh?" She asked confused. "Why would it do that?"
"I don't know! He's too frightened to explain but he says that I will be in danger if I go to Hogwarts this year."
"We ought to tell Mum and Dad about him." Dahlia said, eying the creature.
So they did and Mum wrinkled her nose at it. "What a filthy looking thing!"
"What do we do with him?" Harry asked.
"Dumbledore?" Dahlia suggested. "It seems everyone goes to him when they need a problem solved."
Mum sighed, not wanting to face that wizard anytime soon.
"We have to get him out of here." Harry told her. "He's going to ruin everything! He doesn't want me to goto school, and he stole my letters! I can see him messing around the neighborhood; he seems really desperate."
Mum nodded. "Alright. Write a letter to that man."
Two hours later, Professor Dumbledore stood in the living room. Mum, Dad, and Dudley at a fair distance from him, the threat of the last wizard's visit still fresh on their minds. He eyed the creature, rubbing his chin thoughtfully. "Such a brave thing." He said amusingly. "Do not worry. I will ensure that he is returned to where he belongs." He then looked Harry over. "How are you doing, my boy?" He asked softly.
"Terrific, thank you, Professor." Harry smiled.
The wizard's twinkling eyes then shifted to Dahlia, studying her for the longest time, until she stirred uncomfortably. "Something wrong, sir?" She finally asked.
"Not at all, dear." He assured her before turning to Mum and Dad. "I am quite pleased to witness the turn around you have done for your nephew. Was Severus' words that inspirational?"
"Well..." Mum was lost at words.
"Sir..." Harry spoke up. "My aunt and uncle have seen their errors in their ways. They have been very decent to me this summer."
"That is swell to hear, my boy!" Professor Dumbledore said happily, nodding to Mum and Dad with approval. "Well, I must go now. I have some important business to address. See you at Hogwarts, Harry." He said with a tilt of his head. He then took the house elf into his arms and disappeared without even the faintest sound.
* / *
"I think it is really Voldemort speaking." Albus said to Severus. He had summoned him to his office at Hogwarts after having a word with the terrified Dobby who wouldn't explain everything, but Albus had already gotten a good amount from Severus to fill in anything that was missing.
"And you still insist to let the boy get a hold of that thing?" Severus asked, hiding his surprise that the wizard would put the boy he deemed so precious in such danger of a dark object. "He's only just twelve years old."
"Only long enough for Lucius to full fill his master's orders. I'll then gain possession of it myself."
Severus nodded in understanding. "Most of what Lucius does is an act. He didn't join the Death Eaters willingly, but he has a status to keep, sir; just as I do."
"I know that, Severus. Otherwise he would be Azkaban with the others."
"If he ends up facing trial, will you vouch for him like you have done for me in the past?"
"I will do whatever I can to ensure the safety of him and his family." Albus promised.
"Thank you." Severus slightly, bowing his head gratefully.
"Likewise, Severus." Albus returned the gesture.
* / *
"Oh, Merlin." Lucius muttered. "There's Weasley."
"Father!" Draco said desperately. "Please do not embarrass me. One of those Weasleys is Harry's friend, thus, also mine, so please don't make a scene." His grey eyes pleadingly looked up at his father.
Lucius stiffened. "I don't see why you waste your time with a lot of Gryffindors. There are plenty of Slytherins to make friends with."
"To which I have, but..." Draco shrugged. "He's Harry Potter. What can I say? You wanted this of me, remember? You said, 'Do what ever it takes, son.' Well, this is 'whatever it takes'."
Lucius eyes shifted away at his son's truth. "I just don't need our name linked with 'blood traitor'. Not right now."
"My friendship with The Boy Who Lived appears to be more important to my peers, sir." Draco assured him. "Not to mention-" Draco puffed his chest out. "I am a hero now. There aren't many of those in Slytherin, Father, that's not really a secret either. I am popular. Practically everyone feeds from my hand because of it but I promise I will make you proud." A smile formed on the boy's face.
Lucius chuckled. "Well, if you're going to go so far as to make a promise." He drawled. His son didn't make promises that he couldn't keep, because of this, he rarely made them.
Lucius wrinkled his nose in disgust at the sight of Arther Weasley, his arch nemeses since childhood. He then noticed his son caught eye of something, and searched for the reason that took Draco's attention from him. He about gasped out in surprise.
The Dursley girl.
Lucius watched his son's lips twitch, as if he was trying to stop himself from grinning.
"Draco!" Lucius hissed, smacking the boy with his cane. "You're practically drooling!" He said disapprovingly. At a mudblood at that! A girl that would ruin the purity running through his son's blood!
Lucius pressed his lips together disturbingly, a tiny voice inside him scolding him for his hypocrisy. There was a time in his own childhood that he had fancied a mudblood. Loretta Applewood. She was one of the few Mudbloods to be sorted into Slytherin, and had been a fine witch. She had even been from a wealthy blood lineage of Muggles. When his father had discovered his boyish crush on the girl though, Lucius had been beaten over the top of his head until he was unconscious. His father had been strictly against meddling with the likes of such tainted blood. Slytherin or not.
Lucius' father had gone to school with the Dark Lord, and had been his dorm mate and friend. When Lucius was only fifteen, his father pressured him into joining the Dark Lord's side, and even threatened to take away his rightful inheritance and denounce him as the heir if he didn't do it. Lucius had been a pampered boy and he did not want to live out on the streets, never had worked a day in his life. He also did not want to end up like his friend, Severus Snape, who could barely walk some days because of what his father had done to him. And so he agreed to do as his father had requested and became a servant of the Dark Lord's.
After his father had died in a duel during the first war, the Dark Lord promoted Lucius into his close circle of most faithful servants. You didn't refuse an offer the Dark Lord gave you. Not if you wanted to still be amoung the breathing.
Draco rubbed his sore head, scowling at his father.
"Your mother did mention a girl." Lucius said, eyeing the red head who was smiling at Harry Potter as he stood next to the Lockhart bloke, getting his picture taken for the Daily Prophet. "She didn't mention who it was though."
Draco was puzzled by his father's reaction, he had expected another thump on the head, but all Father did was look at Miss Dursley with a blank face.
"Tell me about her, son." Father said, his eyes still on the girl.
"Excuse me?"
Father looked at him, still blank in the face. Draco hated it when he did that. Him and Uncle Severus did that when they didn't want someone to know their true feelings. But this time it really puzzled Draco. Why was Father hiding his expression from him over a mudblood? "What makes her so special?" Father asked, emphasizing every word.
"Special?" Draco snorted. "She's a mudblood father!"
Father's eyes narrowed at him. "Yes, one that you consider as eye candy." Lucius tilted his head, eyes glancing back at the girl. "She is pretty, but she is not the only pretty twelve year old witch with such perfect dresses and formatted hair. Now stop beating around the bush, son, and tell me."
A lump formed into Draco's throat and he suddenly felt like he was in a three hundred and fifty degree brick oven. "Well... I..."
"You don't even know?" Father tutted. "How adolescently typical of you."
"She's just perfect." Draco sighed in defeat, no other words coming to his mind. "She is not like the other girls. She understands me." He winced, closing his eyes, awaiting for his father to clobber him with his cane, but still, nothing happened.
When Draco opened his eyes back up, he saw his father nodding. "I would refrain from an open display of your affection. We have a reputation to uphold. Remember you are Pure; do not get lost in your passion." He said sternly before walking to Harry Potter, who was now free from the reporters.
Draco stared at his father in disbelief.
* / *

"Here." Harry said to Ginny, putting the autographed Lockhart books he had just been given in her cauldron. "I'll buy my own."
Ginny's brown eyes widened at his gift. "Th-thank you!" The girl whispered.
"Harry Potter." Someone drawled behind Dahlia, Harry, and Ginny. It was Draco's father. Draco stood along side him. "Lucious Malfoy." he said introducing himself and extending his hand out. "Draco has told me all about you. Such a pleasure to meet you." Mr. Malfoy flashed a smile.
"Likewise, sir." Harry smiled back, taking the offered hand into a shake.
"Hello." Dahlia said.
"Hi." Draco said quietly, a slight blush forming to his cheeks. Dahlia smiled at that. His crush must had strengthened over the summer. She had had that feeling, since he had replied quickly to every one of her owls.
"Miss Dursley." Mr. Malfoy said simply. He then faced his son. "Draco why don't you treat your friends to some ice cream while I buy your books?"
"Sure." Draco's said as Mr. Malfoy handed a pouch of coins to his son.
"If you want, I can hold your cauldron so you can enjoy your treat easier." Mr. Malfoy offered to Dahlia, who held both her and Harry's items since her cauldron was charmed to hold an endless amount of things.
"There's Hermione." Harry pointed out and he and Draco went to go invite her for ice cream.
Dahlia stayed behind though, looking Mr. Malfoy over carefully. A slight feeling of déjà vu had swarmed her. She knew to trust her gut more than anything. "Thank you, sir." She finally held out her cauldron to him, forcing a smile.
What was this man up to?
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