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Dahlia's Magic	By : lexiatel Category: Harry Potter AU/AR > General Views: 8802 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter 32-
"Miss Dursley, get back here!" Severus' words fell onto deaf ears though as he watched the twelve year old girl hurry off. He could not believe his eyes! She was the first one to actually ignore an order of his so boldly. He grit his teeth in annoyance. What was wrong with that girl all of a sudden?! Tardiness! Tiredness! Carelessness! And that was before getting to her recent drop in grades. Miss Dursley was not acting like the girl that he had met last year.
And that was the reason Severus checked her bag for the book he had been looking for. Dark objects could change a person over night. Lucius had told him it was a blank inside and with a plain leather cover. Unfortunately, there were hundreds of those in this school. Hell, he even owned one himself, though it wasn't blank anymore, but still. Severus guessed Miss Dursley had it somewhere though. That, or the most level headed girl in the school is going through some other sort of issue.
"Detention for a month!" Severus burst out in anger as he entered Minerva's office.
"You certainly can not be speaking about me, Severus." His colleague replied.
"For Miss Dursley! She ran out of my detention, and just took off!" He was furious with that girl!
Minerva frowned in thought. "Miss. Dursley... Yes, I understand your frustration with her, there is something very strange going on with her this term. It's like she's a different person all together."
"Have you spoken with her?" He asked. "Perhaps it's some sort of hormonal-" he cut himself off. No, he was not going to talk about THAT. PERIOD. But something did need to be done about Miss Dursley. Someone needed to talk with her.
"It could be." Minerva contemplated his theory. She looked concerned. "I'll deduct twenty-five points from Gryffindor for her behavior toward you, and hopefully this won't happen again."
Severus scoffed. "Doubtful. She's already lost over 200 points alone from me this week."
"But you have no patience, and seek every excuse to deduct points from anyone- besides Slytherin that is!"
Severus narrowed his eyes. "It is not only me that plays favourites, Minerva." He growled.
"I do no such thing!" She said indignantly.
"Just go talk to the girl." Severus muttered before stalking out of the office.
* / *
Dahlia had practically ran to the library. She went straight to the yearbook section that listed the students that had attended Hogwarts. There were over 200 books here, each one for every year and house. Dahlia found year 1942 and snatched the four books. With each one, she looked for "Tom Riddle", and ended up finding him in the Slytherin one. She stared confusingly at the picture, thinking that she had somehow had made a mistake. Maybe this boy in 1942 was a grandfather of the Riddle she had been trying to research about, because this boy in the picture, was in his fifth year, looking exactly like the one in her dream.
But he couldn't be the same one. The Riddle in the year book would be 66 years old now. There's no way the Riddle in her dream was 66. He looked very much like... this boy in the picture.
"I want you to explain yourself, young lady." A very stern voice poked its way into Dahlia thoughts.
"Hmm?" Dahlia asked, only halfway paying attention. She had learned that no other Riddle had attended Hogwarts. In fact, Tom Riddle had been the only student with that surname.
"Miss Dursley!" the books that Dahlia had been reading were then snapped shut. "Now you listen to me!" The voice hissed.
Dahlia looked up to see Professor McGonagall looking very displeased and about ready to blow her top.
"Yes, ma'am." Dahlia said quickly, once her mind registered what was going on.
"What you did tonight was unacceptable!" The professor scolded harshly, but quietly, given their location. "and I am very ashamed with your sudden behavior! You were one of the best students last year and you're starting this year as one of the worst! Do you realize that you have lost 435 points from Gryffindor just in this past week alone?!"
Shit, was it that many?
"Mostly from tardiness! Now what is your problem?" Professor McGonagall ducked her head closer to Dahlia, whispering, "Did you become a woman just recently?"
Why was everyone thinking that she was having female issues?
"No, it's not that at all." Dahlia told the professor. "I have just been thinking... of some things."
"Like what?"
"Reincarnation..." Dahlia said slowly, giving it a thought. Would Riddle somehow become reincarnated? Was that it?
"What about it?"
"Do you believe in it? Is it possible to do in this world?" Dahlia asked eagerly.
"As far as I know, reincarnation is part of many muggle religion beliefs, but I have heard no such thing in our world."
"Then is it possible for someone to... deage themselves?"
Professor McGonagall nodded slowly. "There are a few ways. Mostly it can be done by spell, but there are other methods, like a potion, or even a hefty mistake. It's never lasting though, and the person is not going to feel refreshed or anything, they will still feel and know the age they were before the deaging."
"So, it only works for appearance." Dahlia summarized.
"Exactly, but why is this meriting your poor behavior, child?"
"I'll try to do better." Dahlia promised, not willing to go into details. "I apologize."
"Well, at the very least, stop giving Professor Snape an easy reason to deduct points from you." Professor McGonagall's stern face lightened up a smidgen, giving Dahlia a tiny smile.
"I may just be able to earn those points back from him." Dahlia said.
Professor McGonagall scoffed. "If you believe so." She said doubtfully.
"Oh, I will." Dahlia grinned.
* / *
Dahlia spent the rest of the month working on getting her grades back up. She also spent three days a week in detention with Professor Snape, mostly writing lines.
At the start of November, she was nearly through with her punishment when she heard Professor Snape curse under his breath. They were seated in his office, Dahlia was writing some long winded line that he had forced upon her, and he was working on a brew. Most likely another invention involving the curdled cobra eyes.
"Add the grasshopper juice before the powdered owl boogies." She said before she could stop herself. Dahlia had no idea where that came from, it just popped into her head. Hell, she wasn't even sure what he was making, and judging by the stare Professor Snape was giving her, she had shocked him too.
"You do not even know what I am trying to do." He said coldly. "So what makes you think I am going to take your advice here?"
Dahlia's eyes scanned across the ingredients that were scattered along his desk. There were many of them, but because of her Grandmother's information, she knew he was making a healing potion.
She returned to her writing, her mind was putting together the ingredients in her head without her help, without her even thinking about it. The steps of a recipe fast forwarded until finally, a body of a man she didn't even know drank it, revealing the effects of the potion. After several minutes of thought, Dahlia finally said. "It's a potion to vanish the horrific scarring of venomous bites in which your last potion invention failed to do." She had managed to say that so seriously that she had to bit her lip to keep from grinning, knowing that she had, yet again, stumped her professor with her over abundance of knowledge.
"Are you giving me cheek?" He asked evenly, probably unsure whether she was or not.
Dahlia lifted her head up to look at him. "You still doubt me?" she asked seriously. "We both know that I am right, Professor. Just go on, do what I suggested earlier. And don't forget the extra drop of liquid at the end."
She heard his robes whip around so quickly that she didn't have to look at him to know that he was frustrated. "How do you do that?!" He asked harshly, demanding an answer. "Here, you can't even measure a cup of urine without wrenching your stomach up, but you're like some potion prodigy or something! It shouldn't work that way!"
"No?" She asked sweetly. "Isn't that how it always goes though?"
"What are you talking about?!"
"Potions didn't go easy for you when you were my age, hmm?" She asked in sarcasm.
"Of course they did! I studied though!"
"Mmhm." Dahlia sang out.
"What are you singing about?!"
"Nothing, sir." Her voice had gone back to seriousness. He wasn't ready to know what she knew, which was, when Professor Snape was a young boy, he often watched his mother brew potions to make just enough money to cover for his father's addiction. He had learned a lot, even though his mother took no time to explain anything to him. It was in his blood though. Over three quarters of the Prince bloodline were Potioneers, and a lot of what they did was not done from reading a recipe, but by what their gut said to do.
Dahlia may not be a potion prodigy like Professor Snape implied, but he was, and if he ever had any children, they would probably be also.
Dahlia only knew the things she did from the books she read, things people told her, and this unknown power that fed her feelings, visions, and sometimes even speaking into her head. She was starting to believe that she may have a second mind- if that were even possible. One thing she did know though, there was no possible way that she was a potions prodigy, otherwise, she wouldn't get nauseous when she had to handle less than pleasant things.
"What are you going to work on next when you get that to work?" She asked. He had gone back to work on his brew, reading between his notes and Dahlia's grandmother's, while also writing down new notes. Dahlia thought maybe it was the directions to the recipe.
"You are supposed to be writing lines." He reminded her with a drawl.
"Oh, I finished long ago." She told him.
He paused his work just briefly enough to raise an eyebrow at her. "Yet you kept writing?"
"It looked like you could use some tips." She said dryly.
"Do you realize that you are the only one alive in this world willing enough to be in my presence while I brew?"
"Perhaps that is because I am the only one that you permit to be around while you brew." She said.
"Nonsense!" Professor Snape grunted.
"You knew deep down, that if I could help you with your discovery that I would. You make no other student write lines, you have all the others scrub out cauldrons, or wander around helping Hagrid. You are a true Slytherin. You may not like having me around, Professor, but you surely like what I can do to help you. Even if you hate the fact of that alone."
Dahlia watched him swallow, a blank expression went on his face, masking his true feelings, but Dahlia had an idea why he tolerated her; why he didn't mind having her serve detentions with him. He may deduct points from her, but Dahlia was a favourite of his, and he couldn't deny it. She was too valuable for his inventions.
Dahlia was going to make this man rich, whether he knew so or not.
"I know just the potion you should work on next."
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