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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: For those who were following my 'When There is No War' story, I have its sequel posted now. It's called 'Sugar and Spice' and is a separate upload from the first part.
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staar: Yep. I wonder what Dahlia will do with it... Hmm... And it seems people have started updating again now that Christmas has passed. So we have some new stuff to read, woot!

# Chapter 29-
When they returned home, Dahlia was able to discover why Mr. Malfoy had kindly offered to hold her cauldron. While Harry was busy showing Dudley some neat products from a favoured shop of his, Dahlia divided their things up and came across a book neither Harry nor herself had bought. As soon as she touched it, she let out a gasp and retracted her hand from it. Something flashed into her mind.
"You're dead, Harry Potter." A handsome teenager said, hovering above Harry who sat on a stone floor, breathing heavily. Harry was clenching his arm painfully, his eyes squinting in an effort to keep his consciousness. "Even the bird knows it. Do you see? He's crying." The bird was named Fawkes, and he was Professor Dumbledore's companion. Fawkes was indeed crying at Harry's predicament.
Dahlia stood next to them, watching the scene, and again she felt helpless; unable to do anything to help the innocent victim. The taller boy wore a cold smile, watching Harry slowly die with complete interest.
"Take your time, Harry Potter." He said smoothly. "I've got all day, and I plan on watching every last breathing moment of yours." The evil teenager continued on with his victorious sneering words as all villains had a habit of doing.
Dahlia attention turned completely to Harry, tuning out the boy's voice. He was getting his strength back. She smiled. "You're a cocky one, Riddle." She said. She started giggling at Riddle's realization the Phoenix tears had healing powers. Fawkes had flown off after Riddle had shooed him away.
"It makes no difference." Riddle raised his wand. "I'll just kill you myself."
"No!" Dahlia shrieked at the older boy. "Please don't hurt Harry!" Her eyes then focused on a book next to Harry as he went and grabbed it.
An ear piercing scream echoed inside of Dahlia's mind.
"Lia!" Harry and the rest of her family was hovering above her. Dahlia lay on the floor by her bed, shaking from cold and fear. Sweat dripped from every pore of her body. Her heart felt like it was bashing its way out of her chest.
"What happened?!" Dad demanded.
"I'm fine!" She sat up from the floor, slightly shaking, gathering up her thoughts. She snatched the book and tucked it underneath her. She had to seek answers. This was important and she couldn't let anyone else get a hold of it.
Who was Riddle? This book probably had something to do with him. She had to find out because Riddle was going to kill Harry.
"Why'd you scream?" Mum asked.
"I stubbed my toe really bad." Dahlia said, wincing.
"Enough to scream like someone was murdering you?" Harry asked, his brow wrinkled.
"Yes." She said simply, forcing a smile. "It was stupid, I know."
"Well, it's good that you're okay at least." Dad said. "Gave us a bit of a fright."
Harry lingered back as the rest of the family exited the room. "Stubbed your toe?" He raised an eyebrow. "And ended up falling on the ground from it?"
"Yes." Dahlia said firmly.
"You're hiding something." He said bluntly, obviously not believing a word she said.
"Okay, so I am." She shrugged slightly. "When I figure everything out, I might tell you."
Harry eyed her strangely, trying to make sense of her odd behavior. "This isn't from some girly puberty thing, is it?"
"No!" She shrieked, slightly embarrassed at his question.
"Okay..." he left too, but not without one last look at her.
She shut the door behind him and wandlessly cast a silencer spell so no one could hear in case she screamed again. She eyed the book like it was going to jump out and bite her.
"Okay, what's so interesting about you?" She asked, giving it a push with the toe of her shoe. What was her mind trying to tell her about this book? She got down to her knees and inspected it. It was safe to touch, or so she assumed, since she didn't feel ill or anything. The book looked ordinary, except for its worn out look. Although, it was not torn or stained, it did look old and not brand new.
Dahlia lifted it into her hands and opened it. It was surprising blank. There were no text what so ever in it.
What was so important about a blank book? She wondered.
* / *

"It works on any of them?" Albus asked, eyeing the healing sore on Severus' ferret that he used for testing.
"All that I have had the ability to try on."
"I am surprised you have not sold it." Albus said, his blue eyes focused onto him. "Since Miss Dursley gave you ownership of the main ingredient in your recipe."
Severus shifted his eyes from Albus' stare. "I don't feel it would be right. She insists that she won't need it, I happen to disagree."
"She will not." Albus told him. "If we manage to kill Voldemort before 1996, she will no longer exist."
Severus readjusted in his chair uncomfortably at the thought of Miss Dursley being non-existant. "She's obviously related to that person she is trying to prevent from existing."
"That may not be exactly true." Albus said after a moment. "Perhaps Blake had saved her life at one time, and because of him not existing, she will die."
"He didn't sound like someone who would save a life."
"We do not know much about Blake, we can only make trivial speculations. Our main concern is Voldemort. If Miss Dursley's mission fails, we'll worry about her problem once ours is taken care of. The wizards of the future have already claimed that he falls-"
"And that Potter does it." Severus added.
"Obviously after 1996... Harry will be at least fifteen then." Albus nodded. "It is enough time, not as much as I would like, but enough."
"Yet, you keep hiring useless Defense teachers." Severus grumbled.
"If Lockheart's stories are true-"
"They are not."
"If they are, he will be an excellent teacher."
"Perhaps if I could find out who a certain group of first years were using last year, you could offer them the job, since you're completely against my own offer." Severus said with a sneer.
"Ah, there will be a time for that, Severus, but now is not it, I am afraid."
Albus had promised Severus the position of the DADA professor eventually, and that was all that kept him sane during his teaching career. When those little smart arsed kids saw the spells he could cast, that would shut them all up. For now, they did not know he was capable of much besides quietly brewing up potions, issuing detentions, and barking out commands. The only reason his own house tolerated him in the slightest was because of his hatred for the Gryffindors, helping them gain a closer victory to the House Cup. He had to pretend to like those little snakes, even though, he couldn't stand most of them. It was all part of the plan in gaining the Dark Lord's trust when he finally did return.
And by God, Severus will die trying to send that creature to Hell where he belongs.
You should have spared Lily, and now you will pay dearly, just as I have. Severus thought bitterly to himself. We are enemies now, My Lord, and this time, I have the better hand. This time I'll play YOU as a fool.
* / *
While the boys spent the rest of the summer playing video games, Dahlia was locked up inside her room, forgetting much about anything but the book that Mr. Malfoy had slipped into her cauldron. She tried many things she could think of, seeking her own school books for any information that would explain anything like this, but nothing special happened.
And yet, she refused to believe this to be an ordinary book, otherwise she would not have dreamed about it. Otherwise her eyes would not have focused on to it in the dream. Nor would the dream be reoccurring if it had no importance. This book, that she held in her hands, was going to link her to the Riddle kid in her dream. And she would need to stop Riddle from harming her cousin.
Why would a teenaged boy want to harm another anyway? What kind of child was capable of such a thing?
She traced her finger along the cover of the book, marking it as hers with embossing words. This was for when she would take it to Hogwarts. If people thought it was her schedule book, she was sure no one would wish touch it with a ten foot wand. She then stuffed it deep into her trunk.
Maybe she can find something in the Hogwarts library about blank magical books. Although, it hadn't shown to be at all magical, she was going to go out on a limb and going assume that it contained some sort of magic.
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