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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: I am excited for the next up coming chapters. They have been fun to write... More Dahlia and Severus moments, plus I've included moment with Crabbe, Goyle, and Draco.
Review Responses:
Staar: I actually understood Dumbledore's reasoning, though but yeah... for him to judge Severus for offering Harry to Voldemort then pretty much did the same (in a way...). Severus said it right; "You've been raising him like a pig for slaughter!" I am torturing Severus over this book, just as much as Albus is, lol, I am having a bit of fun with the little poking. He'll get it, in a few chapters though.

Hope no one minds a bit of time travel, fasten your seat belts (safety belts?)...

Chapter 34-
...The Year 2069...
"Aunt Dahl? Are you even paying attention to me?"
Dahlia looked up at the younger man who was asking for her attention. Teditrian's normally purple hair had turned to a dark shade of orange, indicating that he was slightly annoyed.
Everyone called her 'aunt' because she looked out for them, as if they were all her little children. If she had been older, she would probably have been known as everybody's grandmother.
"Yes, sorry. I was just thinking about Blake."
Teditrian frowned in thought. "I know what you mean..."
"What did Mr. DocTomo say?" Dahlia asked, standing from the chair that she had been lounging in. She stretched with a groan.
"He's decided to send you back in time."
Dahlia's eyes widened at the news. "No kidding?" She asked excitedly. Back in time? How far did she have to go? How interesting it was going to be. She heard of time travel before, knew it existed, but it had only ever been a dream in her 46 years. Only those who were very special were allowed to time travel. "When?" She asked eagerly, her bright green eyes lighting up.
"First, we must prepare you." Teditrian advised firmly. "You must realize how serious the situation is. Mr. Doctomo's plan is a bit complicated- for you and I anyway. He assures me that it will work though, and I have complete faith in him."
Dahlia nodded. "Me too."
"You agree to save our world then? And your father's?"
"I do..." Dahlia tilted her head in caution. The way Teditrian asked that made her a bit uneasy. What did she just agree to do?
"Sir." Dahlia bowed low in respect of the wise old doctor that Teditrian had brought her to. He had no head of hair. His long beard and eyebrows were coppery red, unlike most of their population who had green, pink, blue, and purple colored hair. His matched Dahlia's own hair color, who also had a unique hair color compared to everyone else. His green eyes scanned her over, not quite critically, but somewhat interested in her.
Not many people came to his lair. He liked his privacy, and his home was very sacred to him. An invitation to be his guest was extremely rare and an honour. "Thank you for your invitation." Dahlia said gratefully.
"Ah, Ms. Divianto, a pleasure to finally meet you. I have been watching you closely." he incased one of her hands with both of his and give it a gentle shake. "You have great power, power in which that I must request of you in these very dark times."
"Are you sure I am the proper one, sir?" Dahlia asked slowly, still shocked to be standing in the house high up in the sky.
Mr. Doctomo nodded. "Most definitely. I am afraid it comes at a great expense though."
"Expense?"
Mr. Doctomo nodded gravely. "And you are the only one who can do it."
"Horcruxes?" Dahlia questioned Teditrian a month later. "What in the hell are those?"
"They are very dark magical items made from an act of doing something so horrible and unforgivable. They are used to split a soul into many pieces so the creator can't die. Voldemort created six of them."
"Well, that's awfully insane." Dahlia grunted. "Why would you want to not die?"
"Now is not the time to get into the morals of life, Aunt Dahl. Here's the list of where Voldemort's horcruxes were located. File them away, as you will need them where you are going." He placed each of his fore fingers into her ears to transfer his knowledge. Dahlia felt a prick of pressure in her head before he pulled away. "Done." He announced. "Now you need to do some research, and you only have two months to complete it."
Ooo, research. More knowledge to stuff inside my head. Dahlia perked up. "What kind of research?"
Teditrian held up a tiny plastic object making Dahlia wrinkle her nose. "Muggle electronics?" Yawn.
"This card contains the history of three important souls during the time when Voldemort ruled the Wizard World and its surrounding."
"Okay, you've snagged my attention." Dahlia said and watched as Teditrian strapped something with a digital screen around her wrist. "With this Past Lifer and the card combined, you will be able to witness the past, and actually see it happen as if you were there. No one will be able to see or hear you though, as these are only memories, stolen from those who they came from. They will help you on your conquest. You will need to study each and every moment of the lives of these people in order to understand them clearly."
"Who am I going to study?"
"Severus Snape, Harry Potter, and Lily Potter. I advise that you follow actual time, and not each person individually."
"I already know-"
"Not enough!" Teditrian insisted harshly. "You only know what's been told to you. We're depending on you! Now you best put forth the largest amount of effort you can if you want to save everyone."
"What's going to happen, Tedi?" Dahlia whispered fearfully, knowing that he had a valid reason for his outburst.
Teditrian closed his eyes, and took a deep breath. "You don't want to know." He said bitterly. "The last ruler of the Wizard World was bad enough. You know Blake personally, you know what he is capable of. You grew up around him." Teditrian paused to look at her before he sighed helplessly. "He's planning on forcing you to reign with him- given all your abilities."
"I'm going to be sick." Dahlia groaned and sat down quickly to keep a sudden dizzy spell under control. "May I ask why you weren't given this important task instead?" Dahlia asked curiously when she could think clearly again. "You are Mr. DocTomo's assistant, after all..."
"I may be able to mimic that-" he pointed to her hair. "And even those beautiful green eyes." He eyed each one, as if memorizing them. "But copies are not the real thing."
"That's a bit confusing." She told him.
"Then, understand this; for the same reasons Blake wants you on his side."
* / *
...Present Time...
Dahlia kept asking herself why she was opening the book up again. Her mind was fighting her gut on this. She trusted her gut wholeheartedly, but this was Lord Voldemort. The Dark Wizard. The man who was believed to be dead.
Only he wasn't. Or, at least, a part of him wasn't, anyway.
How was it possible?
'So, you are Lord Voldemort.' She wrote, her heart beating fast, unsure what was going to happen.
'I am.'
'You are very ambitious.' She commented with shaky hand writing.
'I suppose we meet in the future?' He asked. 'What are we, 'friends'?'
'You die not long after I am born.'
'Impossible.'
"Well, you're right.' She wrote down a moment later. 'But I am also partially right. Riddle, you do become this powerful overlord, who everyone fears, but one day you decide to kill an innocent boy, only the boy will end up killing you instead.'
The next words gave Dahlia a chill, as they dripped along the page like some horror movie text. 'Harry Potter.'
'You know about Harry Potter?'
'My future self wrote about the Potter child onto the last page of this diary. My future self mostly bragged about it, claiming that he was going to kill the boy that night, and that, I would finally become the immortal ruler of all. It certainly gave this piece of soul some excitement in this dark void that I sit in now.'
'Well, you got out done by a baby. One that could barely talk.'
'I figured something had to have happened. My future self never returned to retrieve this diary. Or boast about the success. I will get my revenge though, and then I will rule once again.'
'No, Riddle, you will not.' Dahlia wrote that as firmly as she could. 'Harry will stop you. He is now the most powerful wizard, and he will kill you.'
The pages in the book started flipping as if the wind had caught it. "Foolish girl!" A dark voice suddenly hissed. One not quite human. Dahlia jumped. Never had she heard the book actually speak. "You do not know who you are messing with! Bring me to Harry Potter or I shall kill you!"
"You can't hurt me, Riddle." Dahlia whispered, unable to find her voice. She backed away from the book, putting distance between it and herself. "I know you can't kill me."
"Come here!" Riddle ordered in the same inhuman voice. "Come here, now!"
Dahlia closed her eyes and focused on her magical core, she then told the book to be quiet. The dark voice instantly ceased its commands. She swallowed hard, both relieved that she didn't have to hear that evil wizard's voice anymore, and also completely terrified, having heard the monster's voice in person besides the just in her visions.
She had a rough idea that if she hadn't had backed away soon enough that Riddle would have pulled her into his diary like he had done with Harry in her vision, and probably wouldn't have released her. While he was not capable of physical touch, he could do a number to her mind.
Dahlia magically bound the book up with a spell so Riddle couldn't open it back up himself. "This is the key to his return." She told to herself, trembling and picking it up carefully. Did he have more diaries like this? She shook her head after a thought. Voldemort wouldn't have added the memory of Harry if that was the case.
A week before Dahlia and Harry were going to return back to Hogwarts, they sat with their family, eating breakfast when Dahlia shrieked out, "Hocruxes!", interrupting Dudley's success story on joining his school's rugby team.
Everyone looked at Dahlia oddly, making her clear her throat uneasily. "So-sorry." She stammered, taking a drink of her juice to wet her dry throat. She quickly excused herself and hurried up to her room.
Dahlia eyed the diary where it rest on top of her trunk, ready to be tossed inside of it. She knew she had to destroy it, now that she knew exactly what it was.
A haunting laugh invaded Dahlia's mind. One that she could swear she had heard before, but she hadn't. It belonged to a man with short green hair and stone cold black eyes.
"Dahlia," the man said, waving her over to him. He stood at a long folding table, potion ingredients were scattered everywhere along it. "Come check out my latest potion. You'll absolutely adore it." Dahlia had a feeling that he doubted his words with the sneer he was giving her.
She shuddered with a chill of fear. She had a good sense of who to trust, and the man with green hair was not a person she would ever want to mingle with. She would meet him though, she knew that. It was a day she would not look forward to.
It then occurred to Dahlia why she had been helping Professor Snape all this time. It wasn't to make him wealthy or famous, like she had originally thought. It had all been done for a totally different reason. She had subconsciously suggested that he create those potions for reasons she had no idea about until now. The potion that the green haired man had made was the one that Dahlia had recently told Professor Snape to make.
She eyed Riddle's diary, holding her breath. She hoped that Professor Snape had been able to perfect that potion, because she really needed a vial of it. As soon as possible.
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