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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, Dahlia is diving deeper into the mystery of the book, much more than she should... But than again, this is her mission, so... **shifts eyes* . Snape is still looking for it. This and the next chapter will reveal a bit of how the two of them "get along".
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Staar: Welcome back! Ah, Snape overlooked it. Dahlia marked it as her own, so Snape thought it was a customized book. You'll understand shortly that he is just looking for a brown blank book; the way it was described to him. And remember in canon that Dobby blocked the pillar? Dobby is in this story the same way, trying to protect Harry Potter :)

Chapter 31 -
Draco approached the Gryffindors the next day at breakfast. "Lockhart is a dunderhead." He muttered, squeezing himself between Dahlia and Harry as he always did on the meals he spent with them. "Jade said she'd tutor us again." He said quiet enough for only she and Harry to hear. "She has more free time this year, but she'll probably spend most of that on studying for the NEWTs for next year." He let out a small chuckle. He then gave each of their group a piece of paper. "Our new meeting places." He informed them. "We'll have a new one every other lesson."
"Oh, I like this." Hermione complimented once she read the schedule.
"Thought you would." Draco said. "I told Vincent and Gregory that I wouldn't be too long." He told them. "We'll come over to eat tomorrow morning." He tilted his head in departure and returned to his own house's table.
Their first lesson with Jude that year was the next day. The seven second years waited for Jude to arrive, usually there early, since they were eager to learn more spells that would protect them in a battle should they ever find themselves in one.
Jude entered, and Dahlia about gasped when she saw her. Some of her grey hair was missing, looking like a third of it had fallen out. Dahlia must not had noticed before since her hat had been on, hiding this. Jude's face was also paler than the last year, and a couple of her finger nails were solid black- not from a glamour spell or product.
"Well, stop staring!" Jude ordered the crowd. Even Draco's eyes had widened at the sight of her. Jude glanced over the younger students with cold eyes. "How did your exams go? I want to know if my time is wasted here or not." She remained still, the only thing moving was her eyes.
"I got 100 on Defense." Harry was the first to speak, wearing a proud smile. "Thank you for helping us."
Jude nodded approvingly. Every one of their group scored 100 except Vincent and Gregory, who scored 99. "Good, then my time is not being wasted." She raised her wand to the wall across her way, her brow creased in concentration. Slowly, black letters, outlined with a white glow, appeared, and several moments later she was finished. "You have learned all of the third year material. Fourth year introduces students to many curses. I'll teach you the most important ones you need to know about, and that is-" she gestured them to read the text on the wall.
"Unforgiveable Curses; The dangers of falling victim and the defenses against them." They read aloud.
"Will we get to cast them?" Draco asked, slightly excited and surprised.
"They are Unforgivables, Malfoy." She reminded him.
Draco rolled his eyes. "I didn't mean on US, on like insects or something."
"I don't encourage it. What you do outside of my lesson is your thing though." She said with a huff. "I will not be teaching you how to cast them, if that's what you're really asking." Her eyes pierced him coldly as if silently screaming a lecture at him.
Draco cleared his throat. "Course not." He said a bit shakily. "I would never request something like that from you."
"Good." She said approvingly. Then she returned to her lesson. "There will hardly be any new spells learned this term, I am afraid. For practical curriculum, practice the spells you have already learned, perfecting your aim and counter spells. They are important for these-" she flicked her wand with a clenched jaw at the words on the wall. "Obviously second year spells should be your top priority so you can pass onto the next year."
There were many nods as they took in her words. Twenty minutes later, she made copies of several pages from her book on Unforgivable Curses and passed them around. "These are enchanted to appear to be information on an abundance of second year spells. With the hairs that I had requested of you last year, I have been able to charm them so only the eight of us can see what it really is."
"Brilliant!" Ron exclaimed.
"Can you teach me that?" Hermione asked eagerly, her eyes lit with excitement.
"Sure, another time though." Jude replied. "For now, this lesson is over. You may do whatever you feel is necessary." She held out her hand to Draco, who promptly set a Galleon into her palm. She smiled happily, once again showing her mouth that lacked many teeth.
"Is it just me, or did it appear that she's missing more teeth than last year?" Harry asked his friends. They all nodded. Dahlia couldn't help but to wonder what was wrong with the girl. She looked to be falling apart.
* / *
Throughout the next few weeks, Dahlia spent most of her free time in the library, isolating herself from the rest of the group. She had no where to begin her research and was aimlessly reading through books. That was until she remembered something in her dream.
Fawkes the Phoenix, who healed Harry's wound. And so she decided to read through the topic of Phoenixes.
Dahlia woke up very early every morning to study in the library in solitude. She also did this because she could cast wandless magic this way, since no one else was around.
The spell she cast searched for a certain word or text that she sought out. She trailed her hand along the backs of books as she walked from one shelf's end to the other, making sure not to skip a single book on the shelf that her magic was scanning. When she got to the end, she did the same for the shelf above, repeating this until she was through with her spell.
The books with the word 'phoenix' in them lit up with a green hue, letting her know which ones she needed to read. Dahlia bit her lip. There were a lot of them. She would be reading for a long time. She took the first ten books and carried them to the table that she always claimed in the far back corner where not even Madam Pince wondered to unless she was feeling bored. Dahlia then got out a piece of parchment and cast another spell which made a list of page numbers where 'phoenix' appeared on.
After three weeks of very early mornings, constant research, and hardly any socializing (as she felt this was an important matter; Harry's life was going to be in danger), her peers began to question Dahlia about her strange behavior.
"Vincent has belched three times in the past five minutes and you haven't even scolded him for it!" Draco spoke up at the beginning of October.
"Yeah, what's wrong with you?" Gregory asked.
"I've been asking her this all week." Harry said. "Studying is her only reply."
"Merlin, have you decided to convert to Ravenclawism?" Draco asked, cocking his brow up.
Dahlia yawned. "No." She said sleepily. "Just studying."
"What are you studying?" Ron asked.
"Birds." Dahlia answered truthfully. "Magical ones."
"Well, I wish you would stop acting like a zombie in Potions!" Ron grumbled. "I'd like my partner back."
"Yeah, it's a shame you're getting used to cattle boogies, and fish livers, I would have thought the smell alone would have made you sick." Draco said smug grin.
Truth be told, Dahlia didn't even remember handling such, and the thought of her touching either one them made her sick to her stomach.
"And you have missed the last two defense studies." Hermione scolded Dahlia. "Surely you don't want to fail?"
"Surely I don't." Dahlia said dryly, thinking more about how important helping Harry was than some silly second year defense spells that she had already learned last year and could do in a heartbeat. She folded her arms onto the table and lay her head onto them for a pillow. A small nap was all she needed.
Her busy mornings were also affecting her grades, one late morning, she had drifted off to a slumber in Potions.
"Miss Dursley!" Something smacked against the table that Dahlia was sitting at. She opened her eyes after jumping to an alert. Dahlia looked up at Professor Snape who was standing before her and staring at her with narrow eyes. "Having any pleasant dreams?" He drawled dryly. "I do not tolerate cat napping during my lessons!" He hissed, slamming his palm against the top of the table a second time for good measure.
Neville gulped loud enough for Dahlia to hear, and he began to shake. Professor Snape didn't scare her a bit, though.
"Sorry, sir."
"You've obviously been spending too many late nights partying." The teacher growled. "Perhaps an earlier bedtime is required? And most definetely more studying time." He took this moment to conjure up her lastast Potions homework paper that he had graded. She about gasped at the red 34.
What happened to her grade?!
"Detention, Miss Dursley. Seven o'clock. Saturday night. And five points will be taken from Gryffindor for drooling on my table."
On Saturday night, Dahlia hesitated at the bathroom on the first floor. According to Hermione, a ghost by the name of 'Moaning Myrtle' haunted this particular bathroom, and could be annoyingly depressing.
Dahlia tilted her head in thought. She had to go really bad, and her detention was going to start in fifteen minutes, which meant she had no time to go back up two floors, make her tinkle, and come back down another three. She squirmed at the pain she was having. Dahlia decided that she had no choice and slipped inside.
She looked around for the ghost. She wasn't afraid of ghosts, having had been introduced to them already, but she liked her privacy. Especially when it came to using the loo. Seeing no other occupants (ghost or not), she took a stall to relieve her bladder. As Dahlia flushed the toilet, she heard a sob in the stall next to her. "Hello?" Her voice eerily echoed throughout the bathroom. Someone walked into the stall Dahlia stood at. Someone transparent, someone short, someone... dead.
And someone young.
The ghost, who Dahlia was sure was the same one Hermione had spoken of, eyed her for a second before her eyebrows creased furiously. "Come to tease me have you?!" She demanded. "Can't get enough of picking on me?! 'Moaning Myrtle has no feelings! She's just a ghost'!" She said mockingly.
"I promise I was only here to use the loo." Dahlia said gently.
"You lie!" Myrtle snapped angrily.
"Would you like that I not come back here?" Dahlia asked carefully. "Next time I can hold it in until I find a different bathroom."
The ghost's look softened before her eyes set to the floor in front of her feet. "You don't have to go..." she said quietly.
"On the contrary, I do. I have a somewhere else to be."
"Will you come back?"
"Um..."
"I knew it!" Myrtle screamed and sailed angrily through Dahlia's body, creating an icy chill through her. "You only came here to tease me! What is it this time?! My hair? My glasses? My body!?" Dahlia opened the stall to find that Myrtle had perched herself on the edge one of the sinks and held her head in her hands. She then started weeping.
"Have I once insulted you, Myrtle?" Dahlia asked gently, feeling bad for the girl. Someone must have done a number on her to make her so sensitive.
Myrtle gasped out in shock. "What did you call me?" The teary voice asked.
"Myrtle. That is your name, isn't it?"
The ghostly girl looked at her for a moments before she nodded. "Yes, but you're the first to say just it..." she hopped off the sink and approached Dahlia, an interested look appeared on to her face. She studied Dahlia and after a bit she asked, "What's your name?"
Dahlia smiled kindly and told her.
"Will... you come back to visit me?" Myrtle's voice still quiet and needy, sounding like a hurt puppy.
"Will you welcome me into your bathroom?" Dahlia returned with a question of her own.
The ghost nodded, the corner of her mouth tweaked up in the slightest of a smile.
"Well, then, of course I'll come back, Myrtle, but now I best be off, alright?"
"Bye!" Myrtle twirled through the air, light as a feather, and actually appeared quite joyous.
So Myrtle just needed company. Dahlia guessed to herself as she exited the bathroom and hurried down to the dungeons.
"Miss Dursley." Professor Snape drawled when she finally made it to the Potions classroom. "You're late!" He snarled.
"Sorry, sir."
"Fifteen points from Gryffindor for your tardiness." Was his cool response. "Bring me your bag."
"Why for?"
"I may just deduct another fifteen points if you do not." He said with a raised brow, likely surprised that she countered him on his authority, something she never did.
Dahlia complied, not all too willing to get into anymore trouble than she had already gotten herself into.
Professor Snape took out every item from her bag, pausing to look at each book. "May I ask why you have so many books on poisons?"
"Only if I can ask why you are searching my bag." She replied softly, showing him some of her curiosity in his task.
"Perhaps this is why your grades have descended?" He sneered without answering her. "You are studying the wrong books."
Dahlia replaced her things into her bag. "Well, I believe I am studying the correct material." She told him a kind smile.
"If you're interested in becoming a healer, you must first pass the general education. And, if you're doing as bad in Charms, Defense, and Transfigurations as you are in Potions, I would seriously suggest a different career approach."
"What is my detention, sir?" Dahlia continued to force her smile of innocence, refraining from slipping a quip at the teacher.
She followed him up to the Trophy Room, where he arrogantly pointed out the Quidditch Cup that the Slytherins still had title of.
"The only reason we didn't win that last year was because Harry had been nearly murdered and couldn't play the last game." Dahlia pointed out sweetly as she polished it to a shine.
She heard him grunt, but he said nothing to that.
"If nothing happens to Harry this year, we'll win both the House and the Quidditch cups." Dahlia told him smugly.
"If?" Professor Snape questioned with mild interested.
Dahlia shrugged. "Anything could happen."
He was silent for a while, standing not far from her, watching her do her work. Occasionally, he would anally correct her when she was doing it incorrectly or when she had missed a spot.
"Like poisons?" He asked very quietly, almost in a whisper.
"Hmm?" She asked, slightly caught off guard by his change in topic.
"Does poisoning fall under your 'anything could happen'; specifically to your cousin?"
Dahlia paused her polishing to eye him, trying to read through his blank expression. How it annoyed her that she could not read this man when she so desperately wanted to. She knew some of his secrets, but Dahlia was sure there were more; a lot more. Some of the dreams that she had about him had made her ask herself about him, and she had had some speculations on him. With what she knew, it was impossible to overlook them. But Professor Snape had a very strange way of expressing himself, and Dahlia wasn't sure if he was just an extremely confused man, and didn't know how to deal with his feelings, or if he really just wanted everyone to think that he was a heartless cold bastard.
"Maybe." She finally answered. She carefully set the award that she had finished polishing back into the glass case that it had been stored in. Her eyes scanned across the engraving and she gasped when her brain registered the connection.
Special Award Services to the School goes to;

Tom Riddle

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