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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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Staar: Don't you just love mysteries? Heh :P Dahlia will discover who he is soon, I think.

Chapter 39-
Severus scowled and remained silent as the bloke, Lockhart, rambled on about the potion he had used on the Giant Leader to make it faint and then stunning the rest of the herd with a powerful stupefy.
Severus shook his head. Where the fuck did Dumbledore find this goon? The students were better off skipping the Dark Arts for the year than with this liar.
Mr. Crabbe and Mr. Goyle pulled his mind from the thought of throttling the fellow wizard he was forced to work with. They had just stepped into the girls' bathroom.
Lifting up an eyebrow and relieved to have the ability to excuse himself from Lockhart, Severus stopped at the girls' bathroom door. The bathroom was out of order, due to the moping teenaged ghost, but he knocked just the same before opening the door a crack. "Everyone better be decent." He called coldly before stepping in slowly, not sure what to find. He had learned in his ten year career of being a professor that anything should be expected when it came down to a bunch of underage children.
His eyes narrowed down at the crowd. Miss Dursley was sandwiched between Harry and Draco, all three sitting on the edge of a tub, Miss Granger was wringing her hands, nervous as a little mouse, like anytime she was ever caught doing something wrong. Mr. Weasley, Mr. Crabbe, and Mr. Goyle hung back, unsure what to do. "What is going on in here?" Severus demanded.
"Professor." Harry breathed. "Dahlia..." he said helplessly, his green eyes pleading for help. "She's-"
"Freaking out." Draco interrupted. "You've got to help her."
Freaking out?
Severus studied the girl between the boys. Indeed, she appeared to be an absolute wreck. Her eyes were out of focus, her body slightly shaking, and she was whispering words. The same words over and over. "I am not evil."
"Miss Dursley?" He asked to see if she'd acknowledge him. "Alright, give me space." He told the boys when she didn't respond, and conjured a potion to ease hysteria as Draco and Harry removed themselves from her sides. He tilted her head up to look into her eyes; they were glazed and her pupils were dilated.
"What happened?" Severus directed to the others. Together, the group explained it to him. Severus was puzzled. The story they told should not be suffice enough to trigger such a reaction.
He gently tilted Miss Dursley's head back and opened her lips to trickle the potion down her throat. The girl's eyes, still glazed in terror, instantly found his dark ones, she stared at him blankly for many moments. Tears pooled in them and trailed down her cheek. "Don't do it..." she whispered fearfully. "Please don't do it..."
Severus swallowed uneasily. It was incredibly strange how alike she was to Lily. How could she sound so much like her? And look so much like her? She wasn't even really her niece.
Miss Dursley's shakes ceased shortly. Severus held out another potion for her. A potion that would replenish her energy after such an ordeal. "This too." He said, knowing she would take the second one on her own, noticing her normal self returning.
"Thank you." She said weakly, carefully taking it from him. She wrinkled her face from the taste. "I swear that tastes like sweaty feet!"
Finding his task finished, Severus pocketed the empty vials and stood back up, inspecting her for a few more moments before reminding the boys that they were in a girls bathroom. Then Severus left the bathroom to report the incident to Dumbledore, knowing the wizard would be interested about the event. Maybe he would be able to come up with a theory to answer Severus' own questions.
"She is recalling her past, Severus." Albus explained after Severus told him what had happened in the girl's bathroom.
"She may need some anti-traumatic potions."
"Sadly, we can not allow that."
"Why not?"
"If they didn't think she could handle the job, she wouldn't be here." Albus said pointedly.
"So we're supposed to just let her suffer?!" Severus barked. "Dumbledore, we've been entrusted to keep her healthy, if the Dursleys, who are her relatives according to how everyone sees it, find out this is happening to the person they think is their daughter, we could have a major problem on our hands!"
Albus nodded. "I understand that, Severus, this is a very tricky situation, but we can not interfere with the process of her remembrance. This is how it's going to have to be. It surely sounded like she knew what she was getting into when she came to this era."
"Yes, but she doesn't know who she really is right now! She sees herself just like everyone else does- a twelve year old girl!"
"But that is not true, Severus. You said so yourself that she is thinking that she is a some sort of visionary. Everybody knows that that sort of gift comes with great costs. Miss Dursley is an intelligent girl to which she probably already understands."
"This is going to come back and bite us in the arse!" Severus grumbled..
"We can only hope for the best. It appears that she has told you more than anyone, perhaps you could try to get her to talk more about the subject."
Severus sighed. "When did I become the Hogwarts Student Counselor?"
"Since you became the Head of Slytherin- Part of the job description, my boy." Albus gave him a bit of a wink.
"She's not even a Slytherin." He complained. "And I already tried to get her to talk to me- she's clamped completely tight."
"I do not blame her one bit, Severus. She has seen things no child should ever see."
* / *
"Just stop!" Dahlia cried desperately. "Please!" For the past several days, Harry and his friends had been bugging her. Worried about her. Pestering her. They just wouldn't leave her alone!
She didn't want to talk to anyone! She couldn't really explain her nightmares to them, because she, herself, couldn't understand them!
Ron had already accused her of going mad, and she was starting to believe him. Harry practically wouldn't leave her side unless she needed to use the loo or go up to her dorm. Hermione would spout off several reasons that she had read from an abundance of books which could be the cause Dahlia's issues. And Harry blamed Draco for her sudden behavior because they had all thought it stemmed from the episode she had had a week ago. Thus, the two friends were always arguing back and forth, Draco denying the accusations.
The professors were just as bad. Professor Snape watched her closely in every class or when ever she was in his presence, and Professor McGonagall urged Dahlia to talk about her feelings with her. The other teachers just gave her sympathetic looks, or talked gently to her, afraid she was going to have another breakdown.
The rest of the school didn't appear to notice, but maybe it was kept a secret, Dahlia didn't know, nor did she spend much time thinking about it. She had been too absorbed in more important thoughts to really pay much attention to that.
Who was that man with the green hair? Why was he suddenly invading her mind? And why had she called that woman her mother? Her mother was not that woman. Her mother was alive and well. Dahlia wasn't eight years old either. She was twelve.
But that man called her by her name...
Maybe she will be reincarnated at a later time?
Ron's right. I'm going nutty. I'm as fruity as a fruit cake.
"Harry, stop blaming Draco, it is not his fault at all! Hermione, you're not going to find the solution or cause of my problem in a bloody book! And Ron, if you call me nutty one time, I'll give you the bloodiest nose you've ever had in your life- with this!" She raised a fist threateningly, breathing hard with annoyance.
Ron shrunk back behind Harry. "Won't happen again!" He said fearfully, eyeing her fist with budging, wide eyes.
"Now, I refuse to be the fault of this group falling apart! No matter what happens to me, you must all stay friends." Dahlia took a deep breath, looking at each one of the kids in their group. They all thought she was crazy; not just Ron. He had just been the one to actually say it.
She sighed. "Look... I'm just having nightmares-"
"That occur while you're awake." Draco crossed his arms, looking as if he was about to demand an explanation.
"When I figure it all out, perhaps I'll be able to explain." Dahlia told him.
"Why would you need to figure out a bad dream?" Harry asked.
Dahlia closed her eyes and inhaled a deep breath, counting to five before releasing it, in an effort to not explode out in anger. "Just please... Give me some space and stop bothering me. You're only making it worse!" Tears welled into her eyes from the frustration, the fear, and the anger that she was going through. Dahlia turned on her heel and stormed out of the bathroom.
"They are only worried about you." Myrtle said cautiously, following her down the corridor.
"They are not helping me though." Dahlia said. "I can't think with them fighting and their useless attempts in consoling me. I am more literal than that. I just need answers. I need to figure this all out. I wouldn't be dreaming of it if it had no meaning."
"Another vision? For sure?" Myrtle asked quietly.
Dahlia nodded, swallowing a forming lump in her throat. "If I don't find out what it means, I think I may be the cause of many peoples deaths." She hastily wiped an abundance of fallen tears from her face, annoyed that she couldn't stop herself from crying like a worthless ninny. "I don't know what to do!"
"It'll come to you."
"I'll be honest... I'm terrified of that man with the strange hair. More than I am of Voldemort- which is saying something." She swallowed another lump. "He's dangerous. I can feel it..."
"If it helps, I don't think you're going crazy." Myrtle said gently. "And I don't think the others would either- if they knew..."
"Yet, if I can't explain everything clearly to any one of them, then no one will believe me for a second, and I'll sound crazier than they already think I am. I'm stuck on my own until I can make sense of my visions."
Professor Snape held Dahlia back in Potions the next day. Locking the door and casting a muffling spell on the room.
Dahlia remained in her seat, removing the grime that had gotten underneath her finger nails, a task she did after every Potions and Herbology class, but this time it was mostly done to avoid the stare of the Potion Master's black eyes.
"There is no valid reason in keeping me here, Professor." She broke the silence. "My grade is 79; a passing score, and I did nothing wrong in class."
"You seem to be a reserved and an independent young lady, Miss Dursley. Am I correct to assume this?"
Dahlia narrowed her eyes at her desk in confusion, wondering what would make him ask such a thing. "You are..." she said slowly.
"You have friends that you don't want to have. You are often the center of attention unless you duck yourself behind a wall, a door, or sometimes even closing yourself up inside of a bathroom. And yet, you insist on looking your absolute best, which counter products your whole agenda in being invisible."
"I fail to see your point in this, sir." Dahlia said bluntly.
She still refused to turn her head to look at him, and he must have sensed it, because in the next moment, faint footsteps were heard walking across the stone floor of the dungeon and he sat himself across from her, looking silly from the undersized chair he sat in. Dahlia let out a quiet scoff from the sight.
"Glad I can be a riot to you." He muttered sarcastically, shifting in his seat to find a comfortable position. "Now, I don't know exactly what is going on, but something is troubling you. Sometimes talking about it helps."
Dahlia snorted softly. "Drew the short straw today, did you?"
Professor Snape pressed his lips together. "No..."
"You don't follow your own advice, Professor, so why should I?"
"Do as I say and not as I do?" His face was set into complete seriousness. "Listen," he started quietly. "A fresh mind can surely address a problem with a different perspective-"
"Maybe I don't have a problem." She interrupted him, shrugging. "Maybe I am really going through teenaged hormones like everyone has been accusing me of. Who really cares what it is, so long as I start acting normal again, hmm?" Dahlia blinked back tears, cursing herself for crying like a dumb, little girl.
"But we both know it's not that, don't we, child? Didn't you tell me when we first met that you were not a normal person? Far from it?"
Dahlia opened her mouth, about to agree with him, but she shut it back up, shaking her head. Dahlia couldn't tell him either. There was no possible way that an adult would believe her. She stiffened and took a deep breath. "If I am not in trouble, sir, I would like to go now, thank you." She said curtly.
His eyes narrowed darkly, and she was sure he was going to scold her, but all he did was nod. "Fine then." He muttered, waving his hand to dismiss her.
"What I need is a place to think." Dahlia told Myrtle later that night. "To just... get away... from people, school, teachers. From life."
"Oh...!" Myrtle squealed suddenly. "I may know a way to make that happen!"
Dahlia followed the excited ghost up two flights of stairs before they stopped at a wall.
"Okay, Lia, say that all again." Myrtle instructed, looking at the wall intensely.
Dahlia did, but not before giving her friend a strange look. A pale yellow door appeared right before her eyes. Myrtle excitedly gestured Dahlia to open it.
"Tom Riddle went here a lot. To pretty much do the same thing." Myrtle informed.
Dahlia looked around after stepping in. A small table sat in the center of the room that had a pastel yellow carpet with sunset orange coloured walls. A fireplace was across from the entrance door, blazing warmly with dancing flames of fire. A huge, comfy white sofa sat off to the right side of the room, and on the left was several shelves of books to read.
"A place to think and relax." Dahlia was amazed at how easily it had came for her.
"It changes all the time." Myrtle said. "Once it was an archery range, and another time, it was just filled with a bunch of balloons!"
"It will do perfectly, Myrtle. Thanks, you're an absolute gem."
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