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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 33-
"How did you die?" Dahlia asked Myrtle after finding out that she had died in 1942, a date that had been stuck in her head since she discovered the award of Tom Riddle's.
Dahlia was sitting on the floor in the ghost's bathroom, studying some books on enchanted objects, still having no idea what the book really was. She had been going to this bathroom often, since it was always deserted, except for the lonely teenaged ghost, who wasn't really all that bad. Myrtle had taken an interest in Dahlia's research. Dahlia had actually told her new friend what she was doing. She didn't say that she was trying to prevent someone from hurting Harry, but she did tell Myrtle that she had a vision leading her to believe that the book was somehow evil or dark, and she needed to find out exactly what it is.
"I don't really know." Myrtle said thoughtfully to Dahlia's question. "One moment, I was sitting in that stall crying. And then I heard a boy's voice, so I went to tell him to get out, because he was in a girls bathroom. He was probably there to tease me." Myrtle sniffed at this. "The next thing I see, are these yellow eyes, and then I..." she let out a sob. "I was dead..." she whispered.
"Yellow eyes..." Dahlia said. "How strange."
"I don't remember feeling any pain." Myrtle said. "Well, nothing physical anyway."
"Do you have unfinished business or something?" Dahlia asked. "Why are you a ghost?"
Myrtle blew her nose. "The afterlife wouldn't let a moping, bullied girl into it, and besides that, I wanted to make Olive pay for what she did. She was the worst of all the others. I bet she even murdered me! She was jealous, I think, because my grades were always better than hers!" Myrtle huffed. "The nerve of a muggleborn having better knowledge than a pureblood!"
"You are a Ravenclaw." Dahlia noted, eyeing her Ravenclaw badge on her uniform. "What interests you the most in all of the world?"
Myrtle's eyes shined brightly at the question. "Music." She clasped her hands together adoringly. "Oh, I wanted to be in the school's choir." She then started weeping. "I wasn't good enough though! And they wouldn't even let me watch them practice!"
This girl may have been something grand if anyone had bothered to support her. Alas, everyone had been so cruel to her. All simply because she wasn't pretty enough, or didn't enough wizard blood in her. It was awful...
"Could you sing for me?" Dahlia asked, mostly to bring Myrtle's spirit up.
"You really want me to?" Myrtle's mouth was hung open in disbelief.
"Why not? I'd like to hear you sing."
The ghost beamed with happiness. She then began to sing an old song that Dahlia had never heard before, and Dahlia actually didn't think she was bad at all.
Dawn is like a gate that opens

In a meadow far and wide

Through the gate I hurry running

There is still so much to do
Dawn is like a gate that opens

In a meadow far and wide

Through the gate I hurry singing

There are other children too
For such a tormented soul, it was an interesting song choice. "That was really nice, Myrtle." Dahlia complimented truthfully..
"You think so?"
Dahlia nodded. "You should sing more." She said gently.
"Maybe I will." The ghost mused.
That night, Dahlia's mind wouldn't allow her to sleep. She tossed and turned as Myrtle's words kept echoing over and over. 'The next thing I see, are these yellow eyes, and then I...and then I was dead.'
Dahlia shot up from her bed. Hadn't she read something about that not that long ago? She had read so many creatures, poisons, curses, and enchantments, that she couldn't quite remember which creature it was, but there was one that could kill someone so fast by just making eye contact with it.
Then another image flashed into Dahlia's head.
'Do you know anything about the Chamber of Secrets?' Her cousin wrote down onto a page of a book.
'Yes.' Dahlia watched as the words appeared on the page of the book without no help nor spell. Harry was writing to the book, and it was replying back to him. Messy words continued to flood onto the paper, as if whoever was writing it was in a hurry to tell the story.
Dahlia followed Harry as he entered into the pages of the book, also known as the stored memories of Tom Riddle, so she discovered.
When the vision was over, Dahlia quietly got the book that Mr. Malfoy had 'given' her out of the drawer of her cabinet, deciding that the book in her vision was the same one she had been trying to figure out all this time. Once she had it, Dahlia went down to the common room.
In her earlier vision, before Harry was attacked by the older boy named Tom Riddle, the boys were probably in the place called The Chamber of Secrets. The girl that Tom Riddle had told Harry who had died was definitely Myrtle, and the creature that had killed Myrtle was a-
"Basilisk." Dahlia whispered as the creature's name hit her. The king of all snakes, and its poison was the most deadly. The same poison that had been killing Harry before Fawkes came to his rescue. But it was not done by the beast that Riddle had made everyone believe. Hagrid's 'little' pet spider was not capable of that sort of damage.
Taking a deep breath, Dahlia opened the book up. Her quill hovered over the page while she tried to think of what to write. She was about to confront a soul that would hurt Harry, and she needed to stop him. She needed to make him think that she was on his side.
Several minutes later, after thinking of how to get information out of the book, she finally came up with an idea that may work.
Quickly, she wrote; 'How do you open the Chamber of Secrets?'
'No introductories?' The reply was quick. 'Just straight to the question?'
'My name is Dahlia. I already know yours.'
'Do you? Who do you think I am?'
"Tom Riddle." Dahlia answered him, followed by, 'This is your diary.'
'And who told you this was my diary?'
'You did.'
'That's interesting...' Tom Riddle didn't write anything for several minutes. Dahlia thought he might have disappeared.
'Riddle?' She wrote. 'Did you leave?'
'Did I also tell you about the Chamber of Secrets?'
'You did, yes.'
'Yet, you do not know how to open it? I would have told you how; if I felt you needed to know.'
Dahlia snorted. Since she had seen this boy in her mind, she could almost picture his arrogance as she read his words.
'Someone is going to open it.' She replied back. 'This year.'
'Only the Heir of Slytherin can open it. I am the sole heir, thus, it will be I who opens it.'
'How can you though? You're stuck in this book.'
'Tell me the relationship you and I have. Tell me everything about you. Then perhaps, I will personally show you how to open it myself. I may even permit you to open it, with my help- that's what you want, right?'
'I'd just like to see the monster.' She answered.
'Do you realize what the monster is capable of?'
'Yes, it's a basilisk and you can control it. You killed a girl with it and blamed it on Hagrid. On a beast not capable of killing with eye contact.'
'Who are you?'
'I am the person that will release your beast, but I can only do that if you tell me how.'
'It's hardly fair that you know so much about me, and I, so very little about you. Tell me about yourself, and I assure you, I will show you how to open the Chamber of Secrets.'
Dahlia shut the book and chewed the inside of her lip. For someone so eager to cause destruction, he wasn't too excited to tell her how to release the monster. It made no sense. And why would he want to speak with her? He didn't seem the type to be interested in another person. Tom Riddle was a loner. She saw his memories through her vision. He had a group of 'friends' that hung around him, but any chance he had gotten, he would slip away from them, usually unnoticed. No one cared about him, just as he didn't care for no one.
So why did he care to know about Dahlia? Unless it was some sort of trick, but what could he gain from her?
Dahlia knew not to trust this lying murderer, but she still needed answers. How will the memory of Tom Riddle manage to hurt her cousin?
She opened the book back up. He was going to play her like an instrument, she may as well play it right back. 'You are no longer the sole heir to Slytherin, Riddle.'
'You are not implying that I reproduced, are you?' The words were written so slow that Dahlia guessed that she may have puzzled him.
'What if you had?'
'I wouldn't believe it.'
'How else would I know of the basilisk? I doubt you ever told a soul about it, yet I know of it.'
'I would never sink that low.'
'Love is blind.'
'LOVE?! HA! Do you really expect me to believe this?! Besides that, if you really were the Heir, you wouldn't have to ask me how to open the Chamber of Secrets, you would already know how. I forgive your lies though. Tell me, girl, what is your biggest fear?'
Okay, she wouldn't be able to trick him, but she wouldn't let him get the best of her either, so she closed the book again, and rubbed her forehead in confusion. He was so desperate to get to know her. There had to be a reason for this, and if he was so willing to go as far as tolerate her, then Riddle had an agenda. Probably not a good one. And surely not one she wanted to be a part of.
Dahlia would have to learn how to open the Chamber of Secrets without Riddle's help.
* / *
"You did great, by the way." Harry said to Draco a week later, as the group sat down for lunch.
Draco grinned. "I told you that I would be a better seeker."
"Seeker?" Dahlia looked up from her meal, having had only been paying a bit of attention to the conversation until Draco had said that.
"Oh, you finally noticed?" Draco asked. "We spoke about it weeks ago, you've been too busy in La La Land."
"Yes, Draco joined the Slytherin's Quidditch team." Hermione informed Dahlia with a roll of her eyes toward Draco.
"And he gives Harry here a run for his money." Ron said, making Draco grin proudly.
Harry was nodding. "He's even offered to show me a few tricks."
"Really?" Dahlia asked Draco. "Why would you do that?"
Draco shrugged. "I still have secrets that no one has seen, not even the team's captain." he said smugly. "Just because I want to show Harry how to make a proper nose dive, doesn't mean I'll tell him everything I know. He should at least know the basic tricks that any Seeker should know, though."
"That's nice of you." Dahlia told him.
"Sad you missed the first game." Draco's eyes bore into hers. "I made all the girls' heart throb."
Hermione laughed mockingly.
"Oh, Granger, I heard your heart beating the loudest." Draco teased her with a purr.
Ron snorted. "I bet that was from Lockhart's triumphant shout of the Gryffindor's scoring." Hermione blushed at this.
Draco grunted. "Lockhart." He scowled toward the teacher. "Good for nothing-"
Dahlia rolled her eyes as Hermione interrupted Draco to defend Professor Lockhart, going into a long explanation on why the man was so great at his job.
It seemed Hermione was the only one of their group who idolized him. Gregory and Vincent yawned with boredom before they went back to their face stuffing, and the other boys nodded just enough to pretend they were paying attention before going into a reminisce on the last Quidditch match, in which the Slytherins had won, while Dahlia returned to her thoughts. She felt bad for not giving Harry and his friends any of her time lately, but nothing was more important to her than Harry.
She had not opened the book since that night in the common room, but that had been the only thing on her mind. All she could think about was how she was going to open the Chamber of Secrets. Not to actually free the monster that was trapped inside, like she had told Riddle, but to prove it was there, so Hagrid was no longer to blame. Then she was going kill it. A beast like that should not be in a school, and Riddle, somehow or another, was going to be able to open it and cause harm. Something Dahlia couldn't let happen.
She had to keep Riddle from harming anyone.
* / *
"I just know she has it." Severus said, deep in thought. "She's changed too much this year, Although, I am puzzled; most people who spend so much time with a dark object usually become easily irritated and frustrated. Even dangerous. While Miss Dursley's attention span has faltered, her temperament is the same."
"Maybe she doesn't have it then." Albus said softly.
"What would explain her change then? And her researching? She's hardly socializing. I doubt she speaks for ten minutes to an actual person each day, unless she's in one of my detentions- eagerly pointing out my mistakes. Madam Pince has informed me that she's always muttering words to herself. Draco's told me she spends a lot of time alone in the flooded girls' bathroom."
"He has been keeping tabs on Miss Dursley?"
Severus smirked. "While he makes an excellent spy, it's for a much different reason."
"He likes her." Albus chuckled. "His father would just adore that news."
"Indeed." Severus said coldly. "That is not my problem though. I need to find that book. I am just wondering if I should confront her about it."
"No." Albus said firmly.
Severus gave him a cold look. "And why not?"
"How are you going to explain your knowledge about the book?"
Severus sighed. "The Dark Lord is after Harry, and a young girl has a cursed item of his. Now, I am running low on patience. I don't want the lives of children on my hands, Headmaster. We need to do something."
"If the wizards of the future had wanted our assistance, they would have approached us. I am hardly sure Miss Dursley knows exactly who she is, but she was entrusted by a whole generation of people who I could guess were extremely intelligent beings- judging by the spell casting we seen them do; all done wandlessly, remember?" Severus nodded in answer. "You'll only sound insane if you approach her about it. There's not much we can do besides wait."
"Wait until someone is harmed?" Severus asked in disbelief.
Albus shifted his eyes away, adjusting his spectacles. "Hopefully it won't go that far."
* / *

During Christmas break, Dhalia and Harry went back home. There, Mum confronted her about her poor grades. She had managed to get them up to just barely passing, but she couldn't help agreeing with her mother.
"Why are you doing so horribly?" Mum asked one night as Dahlia was writing a letter back to Draco.
Dahlia couldn't tell her mother the truth. No one knew the powers she had, and, while Mum had accepted the idea of magical blood, Dahlia doubted that Mum would believe she could see into the past and future. It wasn't from the magic of being a witch, Dahlia knew that, otherwise she would have learned the subject in school.
That was one thing that the two worlds had in common. Humans had trouble believing in visionaries, a magic that their minds had trouble grasping.
No one would believe the stories she could tell.
"Girl issues." Dahlia answered with the first thing she could come up with, surprising herself by using the reason that everyone had been accusing her of. If the males of her family were around, she would have felt a bit embarrassed, but her father, brother, and cousin were busy watching some new action movie that they had rented from the video store.
"You started your cycle?" Mum asked, a smile forming on to her lips.
"No... I just... well, there's this boy." She said quietly. At least that part was true. She hadn't had given Draco much attention this year. She frowned at that. Maybe he didn't notice. Hopefully.
"Oh, Craig?" Mum asked, a bit excited.
"Not Craig." Dahlia said firmly, refraining from shuddering. If she were lucky, a girl would cling to him soon, and divert his attention from Dahlia.
"But Craig is a good boy."
"I think it would be best if I liked a wizard, wouldn't you agree?" Dahlia asked.
Mum huffed, crossing her arms over her chest.
"This way no one would find out my secret." She told her mother reasonably and then she sighed, after seeing the upset look on her face. "I'll still be nice to him."
"You're just so cute together." Mum slightly giggled.
"Yeah. Just adorable." Dahlia forced a smile. Craig was just one boy she couldn't tolerate.
A few nights later, Dahlia had a short dream about Tom Riddle. He had Harry's wand and was making swirly lights with it. She then realized that he was actually spelling out words. He finished with a dramatic move and that's when Dahlia woke up with a start. Her eyes fell onto Tom Riddle's diary that rested on top of her nightstand. The words that he had written still completely clear inside of her head.
'I am Lord Voldemort.'
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