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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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Chapter 30-
"I want letters from you too, Harry!" Mum said, hugging the boy. "And behave yourselves, or I may just learn how to use one of those Howler things."
"You know about howlers?" Harry asked in disbelief as Mum released him.
"Of course I do!" She huffed. "Your mother often complained about them." It looked like she wanted to say more, but she didn't continue.
"Oi! Harry!" Ron came running up. "Oh, hi there, Dudley."
"Hey."
"I'll make sure they'll get on the train, you bet!" Mr. Weasley said to Dad who asked if he could assist Harry and Dahlia since they had to get Dudley on his own train to his school.
"Bye Dad, Mum, Duddlers." Dahlia said as she and Harry waved to their family who reluctantly had to hurry off.
"How was your summer?" Harry asked Ron.
Ron gave a short shrug. "Bit boring."
"Ours was mildly entertaining. Dumbledore came to our house; but you know all about that."
"Come now, let's go!" Mrs. Weasley's voice was stern, interrupting the boys' chatter. "Percy, you first, since you're Head Boy and all." She said adoringly.
Ron rolled his eyes. "Did I mention-"
"Percy made Head Boy." Dahlia and Harry said together, and the three smiled.
Quickly, the rest of the Weasleys went through the pillar, leaving Ron, Harry, and Dahlia behind. Harry was next, but when he went to teleport to Platform Nine and Three Quarters, the magic spell on the pillar must had jammed up, because he ended up making an ugly crash.
"Harry!" Dahlia helped him up. "Are you okay?" She asked after she seen him clutch his side.
"Yeah." He grunted painfully and proceeded to pick up his tossed belongings, starting with a screeching Hedwig.
"Poor, Hedgie." Dahlia soothed, having had adopted Dudley's nickname for her.
"Blasted kids and their lack for caring for animals." a man mutter upon their passing.
"It's called an accident, you know!" Dahlia called back with a sneer.
"Shhh!" Harry said with slight embarrassment.
"Hey, this thing's plum solid." Ron announced, giving the metal a knock.
"Great!" Dahlia said. "We'll miss the train!"
"I reckon Mum and Dad can't come through if we can't." Ron said after a thought.
As Dahlia kept an eye on her watch, the boys pushed their trolleys with as much physical power as they could against the pillar, but neither were able to get their trolleys to pass through.
"Train's left." Dahlia announced with a sigh.
"Now what?" Harry asked, completely stumped. "We're stranded!"
"Got any Muggle money?" Ron asked.
"Some." Dahlia replied. "Not enough for tickets home though, most what I have was for the train's refreshments."
"Same here." Harry added.
"We should owl Professor Dumbledore." Dahlia decided.
"We could take my dad's car." Ron suggested.
"Your dad has a car?" Harry asked, throughly surprised.
"Yep! And it flies too!"
A newspaper article flashed into Dahlia mind then. 'Two muggles mystified by flying Ford Angila.'
An angry Professor Snape was reading the article coldly aloud. He was sitting behind his desk in his dark, cold office. "Doesn't your father work in the Misuse of Muggle Artifacts Office?" The professor asked rhetorically. "Dear..." he tutted. "...his own son..."
Ron and Harry, who were the ones he was speaking to, looked ill, but the Professor looked pleased.
"With all you have done tonight, if you had been in Slytherin, I would have had you expelled." Professor Snape eyed the boys with a sneer. "Let's see what the people who do have the power to do so will say about this." He said lazily.
Ron and Harry watched in horror as the professor left in his sweeping way.
Dahlia's mind was returned back to her then. She bit her lip. Well, that's not going to happen! She told herself.
"We are not taking your dad's car anywhere." Dahlia said. "My parents would kill us-" she pointed to Harry and herself. "And I seriously doubt your mother would do any differently, Ron." She opened her trunk to get out something to write with. "Let me do the thinking, okay, Ron?"
"Fine." Ron grumbled, mostly upset because he wanted to drive the flying car.
Dahlia sent an owl off to Professor Dumbledore, explaining their situation, and then the three went to the Weasley's car to sit until help arrived.
"Just a little test drive?" Ron asked Dahlia pleadingly, after they had stuffed their luggage into the spacious inside.
"Do you want to get expelled?" She asked him. "For one thing, we're too young to even drive a car on muggle streets. Second, we've barely learned to fly a broom, and you want to try a car? Which I am sure is probably illegal somehow or another, and your father could get fired for it."
Ron gulped loudly. "You're right." He said quickly.
"Now what would you do without at me?"
"Probably have gotten in deep mud." Harry answered.
"Likely so." Dahlia said with a knowing grin.
In their hour of wait, a few muggles came by asking where their parents were and if they needed help but Harry just told them that they were waiting for their parents, and that they were, in fact, alright.
"I'm bored." Ron yawned.
Dahlia opened her trunk and threw a deck of cards up to the front of the car, hitting Ron in the head. "Oops." She giggled. "Sorry." She said truthfully.
Ron scowled, rubbing his head, but quickly forgot about it, thankful to have some entertainment. He and Harry started an Exploding Snap match. And that was how Professor McGonagall found them a few minutes later. She knocked on the window and all three of them smiled when they had seen her. She did not look too pleased with having to be there. She was dressed in a modernized muggle dress and looked odd without her pointed hat. The professor looked really displeased when she saw Harry grin at her attire.
"Thank Merlin!" Ron gasped, opening the door. "I thought we were going to have to stay here all night!"
"Professor Dumbledore explained everything to me. It was good that you knew to send us an owl." She nodded to Dahlia and then got inside of the car, and tinted the windows so no one could see what was going on. She shrunk their trunks and told them to put the mini boxes inside their pockets and to not lose them. Then Professor McGonagall beckoned them out of the car and said that they needed to follow her.
They walked for four blocks, rushing behind the hurried woman, and were just beginning to pant before she turned onto the walkpath of a very tiny house. They followed her nonstop inside of it. It had two chairs and a fireplace on the left, a small kitchen on the right, and, straight from the exterior door, was a doorway to a hallway likely leading to a bedroom and a bathroom.
Professor McGonagall walked briskly to the fireplace and took something off of the mantle that looked like an urn.
"Floo!" Ron exclaimed.
"Floo." Professor McGonagall simply said with a nod. "You will go first, Mr. Weasley, as you have done this before."
"Where to?"
"Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, Headmaster's Office." She said slowly and clearly.
Ron grinned and took some of the powder from the urn. It looked sort of like ash and mineral.
Ron disappeared with an engulfing flame and the professor said that it was Dahlia's turn.
The girl nodded, unsure quite how much floo was needed. "How much do I need?" She echoed the question that was in her mind.
"Just your own handful, dear." The reply was kind. "Speak very very clearly. Slowly if you have to. Every syllable must be clear."
"Yes, ma'am." Dahlia then copied what Ron did and stepped into the hot, but not searing flame. she felt a similar sensation as when Professor Snape had apparated her to Diagon Ally. She was tossed out of the fireplace quickly, and Dahlia lay there on the stone floor panting for air, swallowing many times to keep from throwing up.
She wished she could get used to that.
"It is good to see that you are safe." Professor Dumbledore greeted. He stood in front of Dahlia. She got up and noted his many gadgets. And his phoenix. "Fawkes..." she breathed.
"You know of my companion?" The man asked, as if it was not at all a surprise to him. Dahlia found this a bit strange.
"I've read about him." She said quickly.
Harry came in then, landing near Dahlia. "Wow!" He gasped. "Not sure I liked that at all." He grunted.
"We're sorry we missed the train, sir." Ron spoke up, eyeing something that looked like a globe.
"Not to worry." Professor Dumbledore said softly and Professor McGonagall came through the Floo, landing gracefully. With a wave of her wand, her muggle clothes changed into her normal formal wear.
"That's pretty brilliant." Ron commented.
"Down to the Great Hall." She clapped at her students impatiently.
"Our robes..." Dahlia reminded the woman, showing her shrunk trunk.
Professor McGonagall nodded stiffly and unshrunk them. "Get your robes and your hats out and put them on. Don't worry about your trunks, they'll be in your dorms by the time you get to bed."
"Yes, Ma'am." Harry said, and the three hastily did as she said.
"We're second years!" Ron exclaimed when they got to the entrance to the Great Hall.
"No longer firsties." Dahlia grinned happily. "How's Peeves going to address us now, I wonder."
"Secs?" Harry suggested and Ron burst out in a snorting laughter.
The Second years joined their housemates at the Gryffindor table. The room was loud with voices, as everyone was greeting each other, having not seen their friends since the last day of school.
"Where WERE you?" Hermione asked. "Draco and I waited for you, but you never came!" Harry explained to her what had happened.
Dahlia took a quick glance at the Slytherin house table, searching for a particular blonde. He was in the middle of a laugh before their eyes met, making him cease immediately. He stared blankly at her with his grey eyes before someone threw a wad of what looked like a wet blob of paper. He threw it back, a scowled displayed on his face that was directed to a dark skinned boy across the table from him who was in a series of laughter and pointing a finger at Draco.
The sorting started soon after, and one by one the first years were disappearing off the stage. The Gryffindors howled with excitement as Ron's little sister was made into an addition to their house. Once everyone was sorted, Professor Dumbledore did his speech and then the food appeared,, and everyone began to feast.
* / *
"Did you get the book?" Albus asked Severus after dinner.
Severus stood stiff in front of his desk. "I did not find any books in Potter's trunk besides the ones that are needed for learning." He pinched the bridge of his nose in frustration. "I even went through Miss Dursley's trunk, and Mr. Weasley's, just in case there was some mere chance that an exchange was made. Nothing out of the ordinary."
"This is not good." Albus said gravely. "If we don't find that book, we may have a catastrophe in the making."
"Perhaps the boy is carrying it on him?" Severus suggested.
Albus gave a nod. "Go on and check as soon as you can."
* / *
Up in Dahlia and Hermione's dorm, Hermione busied herself with a bunch of the Professor Lockhart's books, sighing deeply every so often. Dahlia wrinkled her nose at the stack of useless books. They were good if you wanted to drool over a good looking man, but other than that, there wasn't any real information in them. She found these a waste of time. You must have an excellent shield to block an Nemeanalion attack, and the armour Professor Lockhart had worn wouldn't be enough.
"You don't think that he's tweaking his stories a bit?" Dahlia asked Hermione after she was finished reading that Professor Lockhart had merely cast a water spell to make the Nemeanalion scamper off, because 'felines were scared of water'.
Hermione didn't answer her, she was too engrossed with Voyages with Vampires. Dahlia shrugged and put the useless books away. They weren't bad if you wanted to walk along road of fantasy, but for their Defense class, they were quite useless.
Professor Lockhart wasn't any better. On their first class, he presented the second years with a quiz. But it wasn't for anything important. It was just a test on basically how much you knew of him.
Harry and Ron looked puzzled, but Hermione eagerly wrote down everything, knowing each and every answer by heart.
Finding this exam utterly nonsense,, she wrote down what she had remembered from reading Lockhart's books, which wasn't much. Since she considering the books completely pointless, she had been busy thinking about the book locked up inside her trunk. This had been absorbing most of her thoughts lately, probably a bit too much, if she had to admit it.
"I have a real fan here, don't I?" He asked Hermione with a wink. "Would you like to stay after class and get an autograph?"
At the end of the Potions class that day, Harry got held back for some unknown reason. Dahlia and the other Gryffindors of their group waited for him. The Slytherins had another class to get to.
"Well?" Ron asked when Harry finally met them out in the hall.
"For some odd reason he said that Filch accused me of having some joke products that were against the rules to have. He seemed rather peed that I didn't have any in my bag, and ordered me out of the room pretty harshly." Harry's brow creased with a frown.
"Ah, you know how Snape is, Harry." Ron said. "He's willing to do anything for a reason to deduct points from us. Fred and George say it's because he knows we're the best House!"
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