Dahlia's Magic | By : lexiatel Category: Harry Potter AU/AR > General Views: 8802 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0 |
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Chapter 3-
Dahlia and Harry heard muffled screams coming from inside their home. They darted across the lawn to the window by the door, and watched as the rest of the family arrange themselves on the sofa, cowering from the man. He stood in front of him, an unreadable expression on his face.
"Shouldn't we go help them?" Harry asked.
"I don't think we can..." Dahlia said carefully. With her mind, she effortlessly opened the window.
"Harry. Where's the boy?" the man was saying.
"Like we're going to tell you!" Mum snapped. "And don't think we don't know about your laws, freak! I know you're not allowed to attack us!"
"You seem to think that I care about the law." He growled threateningly, making Mum's eyes widen. He rose his magical wand to her.
"Wait!" Harry called out, climbing through the window. "I'm here."
"Harry!" Dahlia hissed, following him. "What are you doing?!"
The man's attention went on to them, first to Harry, then his eyes shifted to Dahlia, meeting with her green ones. His look softening just for a split second before his face went back to blankness. He eyed Harry over, trailing his eyes down the boy. "Didn't care to buy the boy his own clothes?" He asked, eyes still on Harry.
"They fit him just fine." Dad defended their choice in having Harry wear Dudley's hand me downs.
The man whipped his body around, showing a bit of anger. "And what, may I ask, are you doing with all the financial aide that you are getting for this boy?!"
"We feed him!" Mum said.
The man glanced at Dudley for a moment. "Yes, and it appears that your live in pig is snorting it all up."
Harry couldn't help but to laugh at the insult tossed at Dudley.
The stranger snapped his head toward Harry, curling his lip at him. Harry's grin disappeared quickly.
"Things better change, Dursley. Rather abruptly too. Else, I'll just have to send Dumbledore down for a visit. You remember him, don't you, Petunia?" A smirk appeared across his face as Mum's hands began to fiddle in her lap.
"How could anyone forget that man?" Her voice high.
"Harry's assistant will be here shortly, I advise you to allow him to read his acceptance letter. Rubeus Hagrid is also a man who does not worry himself with following the law. What I mean to say, is this; He will do anything he can to get Harry Potter into that school. Understand?"
"How dare you threaten us!" Dad burst out, rising from the couch.
The man flicked his wand, sending Dad back to the couch. Dudley whimpered. "Go on and find out what happens if you get up again." He warned.
Dad's face became as red as a tomato, but he said nothing.
"I have another matter to address now. One that, I can assume, will be news to you." The man looked at Dahlia. "Have you told Mummy and Daddy about your magic tricks yet?"
"My daughter is not a freak!" Mum shrieked.
"You said it, not me." He pointed his wand at her parents and muttered, "Silencio." He then turned to Dahlia. "Do you wish to attend the school or not?" He asked harshly.
Dahlia grinned. "Yes!" She said, purposely avoiding her parents looks. "Only... I doubt they will let me go...and... I won't to go without Harry."
"Did you also wish to attend Hogwarts?" The man addressed Harry.
Harry nodded eagerly.
"Then, Miss Dursley, there's nothing in the world that can stop you from going. Do you have your Hogwarts Acceptance Letter?"
Dahlia shook her head.
The man sighed in annoyance. "And why don't you?"
"I threw it away so they wouldn't know that I have powers."
A nod. "Well, you can thank me later then. Come, let's go get your school supplies." He said, walking to the door, prompting her to follow. "Waste no more of my time, child, I do not have all day."
Dahlia glanced at Harry. "Can Harry come too?"
The man pressed his lips together. "I am not Harry's assistant. He will have to wait for his own to arrive." He then opened the door, letting himself out.
"Go on!" Harry pushed her forward.
"I'll tell you all about it!" She promised, hurrying after the man who was stalking away through the bare path that the owls had made.
She had to run to catch up with him. "So, what am I supposed to call you, Mister Shadow Man?"
The man lifted an eye bow. "Shadow Man?"
"Well, you're all in black like a shadow." She explained. "Do I still get to wear my pretty colors? Or does Hogwarts make you wear all black?"
"I choose to wear this color." He said simply. "You will call me Professor Snape."
"So you teach. What do you teach?"
"Must you ask so many questions?"
"Well, I am quite curious." She said. "Besides, if I go to school knowing how things work, your boss would see that you've done an excellent job in your assisting me."
She watched him make a quick glance at her, contemplating her words. The professor was silent for a few moments before saying, "I teach Potions. It's similar to Muggle cooking, only much more dangerous."
"Muggle?"
"Non-Magical people. Like your parents and brother."
Dahlia continued to ask questions and he answered them quickly, with boredom, giving her the idea that he had been forced into this, and thoroughly not enjoying this part of his job.
"Do you like teaching?" She asked.
"That question has nothing to do with Hogwarts."
"Alright, tell me more about the houses then. Which is the best one, and how do I get in it?"
"Slytherin is the best one of course." He said with a light scoff.
I can assume you are sorted into Slytherin then?" She said with a sly grin.
"I am the Head of Slytherin." A hint of pride hung in his voice.
"What's so great about it?" Dahlia asked, interested to hear what he thought.
"Well, it has a snake for its mascot." He said after a thought.
Dahlia liked snakes. A lot. The other girls at school thought she was weird for her like of them. She envied Harry for his ability to speak with them.
"And the house dormitory is stationed in the dungeons. It'll give any ninny the shivers. Rest assured, only my house can handle such a climate as the underground." He paused abruptly, looking around carefully, before he reached out, and clasped her arm. She suddenly felt like she was in Dorthy's twister.
A moment later, Dahlia could breath again, but she had the sudden urge to toss her breakfast up. Professor Snape stood near her as she took in deep breaths of air, swallowing the threat of bile.
"It gets better." He assured her when her episode was through.
"You could have warned me!" She gasped.
"It's not like I apparate adolescents everyday."
Dahlia looked around, noticing they weren't on Private Drive anymore. "Did we just teleport?"
Professor Snape tapped a brick wall with his wand and she watched in awe as the bricks folded themselves away from the spot his wand had touched, creating an archway for them to walk through.
"Yes, apparation is what wizards call teleportation. Come. Stay close." He said, leading the way onto a very busy street.
It was like she had just portaled into a different world. Many creatures that she didn't recognize roamed the streets. Them and humans alike wore funky looking clothing, even more funky than Professor Snape's.
She watched owls fly above her head, carrying packages and letters. Occasionally, one would swoop down, delivering its load to the receiver.
Professor Snape appeared to have a destination, stalking through the streets at a steady pace. He looked back every so often to ensure Dahlia was still behind him. He finally stopped at a shop, pausing just long enough to hold the door open for her, gesturing her inside impatiently.
"Professor Snape!" the shop keep greeted. "Nice to see you, sir."
"Likewise, Mr. Apott." Professor Snape said distractedly, walking down an aisle.
"What's this shop?" Dahlia asked curiously as the professor grabbed a jar of crickets from the shelf and handed it to her.
"Apott's Apothecary." He answered, holding out another jar. This one looked liked it contain fingernails. "Potion ingredients."
"And we... make stuff from this?" She winkled her nose.
Professor Snape smirked, slightly amused by her disgust. "And then we drink it."
"Eww! Why?"
"They are potions." He started filling his own arms, since hers were now full. "They heal us; amoung other things, giving us even more ability than we already have. And, yes, some of them taste as horrid as they look."
Well, if she didn't need it, she wasn't going to drink it. Not just so she would become 'better' at what she could already do. Besides, Dahlia was talented enough.
"How am I going to pay for this?" She asked, suddenly alarmed.
"The school has a fund for those who can not afford to pay for their way. It's a good thing you've got me. I know exactly where to get what, which will stretch your budget and allow you to buy a bit more better quality items."
When they exited the shop, he shrunk the potion ingredients and stuffed them inside a bag. She took it from him when he held it out and followed him to the next shop; Madam Gintree's Cauldrons.
"Does she tell fortunes too?" Dahlia giggled at the name.
"No, but she'll talk your ear off, so if you must greet her, just wave when she says hi." He instructed before opening the door for Dahlia to go inside.
"Hello, hello!" The plump short lady greeted warmly.
As Professor Snape had said to do, Dahlia waved politely and followed the man as he searched through a shelf of cauldrons labeled as "Pewter". He tapped his wand against many of them, muttering something she couldn't make out.
"What are you doing that for?" She asked curiously.
"I am checking for quality. Lots of cauldrons are cheaply made, but are easily undetectable. Fortunate for you, I am here to ensure you get the proper cauldron. This way, it does not blow up during one of my important lectures." He lifted a cauldron off the shelf and handed it to her. "Put your bag in it."
She did so and gasped as the bag disappeared. "Professor!"
Professor Snape rolled his eyes and reached in the cauldron, pulling the bag out. "It's there, see? The cauldron is charmed to fit an abundance of objects."
"Ha, sorry!" She said, feeling ignorant.
"Yes, well, you will learn things are not what the seem in this world."
As they stepped out of the cauldron shop, he asked what kind of an animal she wanted.
"What's it to be used for?" She asked after a thought.
"Firstly, as a companion, but you will also use it to practice your skills on."
"Why would you want to make your beloved pet into a lab rat?"
The professor sighed tiredly. "Just decide so we can continue."
"Um... May I have a snake?"
She got a funny look from him. "Are you glutton for punishment?"
She grinned from his reaction. "Why do you ask?"
Professor Snape shifted his eyes from her. "Not many mothers let their children own a pet reptile."
"Yeah, but I can keep him locked up nice and safe, Mum will hardly notice."
Professor Snape said nothing more. He lead her to a reptile shop. "Let's hope your cousin doesn't request a rat." He said dryly.
"Harry wouldn't get a rat." Dahlia said with a giggle.
"No? What would he get?" The wizard appeared a bit too interested in Harry's choice.
"He likes snakes too, but I don't know what he'd get for sure. Certainly not a rat though."
"How much can I spend here?" She asked him, eyeing the snakes, setting her eyes on a green one.
"Two Galleons." He said without a thought.
Dahlia knew the one she wanted. The Northern Rough Greensnake. He was solid bright green with a yellow belly. He was a tame, harmless snake that looked to be about two feet in length, so he was not very old. He cost only one galleon and also came with the habitat he sat in.
"I want him." She pointed up at the snake two shelves above her head. "Would you get him down for me please, Professor?"
Professor Snape took down the case that her soon to be companion was resting in.
"Thanks." She said when the case was in her arms, the snake lifted his head, tilting it curiously at her. She laughed. "Aren't you cute."
"Have you decided a name yet?" the professor asked on their way to the next place.
Dahlia gave it a thought. "I shall call him... Stivus."
"Fitting name, I suppose." He said. He took her to the robe shop for her robes and hat, the book shop, then another shop to buy her a trunk to put all her things in when it came time for the trips to and from Hogwarts.
When they were through with all that, he said, "Best for last."
"What is?"
"The wand shop, of course."
Her eyes widened. She had forgotten about the wand!
The professor sat in a chair and watched as the wand maker approached Dahlia with a wide grin. "Aren't you just a pretty girl! Ready to see which wand will adopt your hand?"
"Adopt? You mean I don't get to pick my own?"
The man laughed. "No, no, dear girl, why, the wand chooses you!"
Dahlia watched the man place a large stack of boxes on the counter, trailing his finger down the stack, stopping at one. He pulled it out swiftly, and delicately held it out for her to take, as if he was a jeweler, offering her a necklace to look at. "Just a little flick will do." He said winking.
Dahlia flicked her wrist elegantly. Her eyes widened as she felt a hot, fuzzy feeling rush through her body, like someone had rubbed a warm fleece blanket against her real quickly. A spark shot out and hit the stack of wands, toppling them down.
"Oops, sorry!" She said meekly.
"Quite alright." He said, taking the wand from her and picking up a box up from the ground. "Try this; griffin hair, wood from the whomping willow, ten inches."
Dahlia flicked her wrist again, feeling the same hot fuzz, but this time her wand lit up at the tip, shining brightly.
"Very nice." The wandmaker commented. "That's your wand, Miss. That will be twenty galleons."
Professor Snape said no more to her until they returned to her door step. "From here on, you are forbidden to cast any magic unless it is at the school. I hear you have a foul temper, I do suggest that you can manage it until the beginning of the school year."
She gave him a funny look. She had no idea what she meant by the foul temper bit, but she nodded anyway. "Hey, thanks for everything, Professor!" She said as he went to turn away to leave.
He paused. "Not at all, Miss Dursley. See you at Hogwarts, and..." his eyes flickered upward to the roof of the house. "...good luck with your parents."
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