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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: Got a long chapter this time. :)
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Chapter 40-
Dahlia lost track of the time once she had settled herself inside the special room that Myrtle had shown her. Here, she felt at peace, even though she was concentrating on unraveling the horrors of what her mind was trying to tell her.
The younger age of Dahlia in her vision confused her the most, even aside from the woman she had called her mother. The fact that the man had simply acknowledged Dahlia's presence in the vision, made her believe that it was a moment in the future and not in the past.
Was her mind trying to hint that she would eventually be deaged? She had learned from Professor McGonagall that deaging wasn't impossible, but she had also said that the person would know their mental age. The Dahlia in her vision definitely had a younger mind than herself.
Dahlia replayed it over and over, taking in every moment and thing in the vision. The place that the vision took place in was overly clean, except for the blood from the woman. It appeared that they were between the threshold of the kitchen and a foyer of a bright and warm large home. The floor was wooden, made of jig saw puzzle shape pieces of boards. All the decor was pretty vibrant colors of greens, blues, and even pink.
What the woman wore was a bit strange. It wasn't an average robe, nor was it modern Muggle wear. What ever it was, looked like a one piece set of shortened robes, like a bathrobe, patched together with many irregular shaped pieces of silky fabric, each a different pale pastel color. The woman wore matching knee socks, and, on her feet, she had solid blue, plain looking slippers like that from a fairy tale, such as Cinderella or The Wizard of Oz.
The eight year old Dahlia seemed to not put up a fight with the the green haired man, giving her the idea that she probably had been introduced to him before the woman's death. He didn't look very old at all, perhaps in his thirties. He was tall, broad shouldered, with lengthy limbs, especially his arms. He had thin, green eyebrows, that were a bit darker than his short, spiky hair. His lips were cherry red, looking as if he may had applied lipstick to them. His eyes were coal black.
The man wore a similar outfit to what the woman did, but his was not patchy and multicolored. His strange robes were blood red with black cuffings, black knee socks, and black and red shoes that reminded Dahlia of a hiking boot, but more classy.
Even though he seemed overly nice to Dahlia, she would not ignore her gut feeling on what she felt about him. He actually reminded her a bit of Riddle. He showed no remorse for the dead woman; much more concerned about the young girl. Almost too much. Obsessive. The man appeared to care about her, but in a very creepy way. Like a psychopath.
The way he just took over made Dahlia quite uneasy. He accused Dahlia of being evil, and was extremely giddy over the thought, making Dahlia believe even more that he was not a good person.
But who in the bloody hell was he?
* / *
Severus stood over his cauldron, stirring a brew of the Jayradox potion. He was going to use it to bargain with to get Miss Dursley to talk with him. Perhaps if he offered a trade, she would open up to him. If this didn't work, he'd start a new project, learning from past experiences that that would draw the girl's attention. He would have done it sooner except that he wasn't sure what he wanted to make next. Miss Dursley wanted a few of these anyway, and Dumbledore had given him the permission to allow her to have them.
A knock sounded on his office door. Severus flicked his wand lazily, releasing his locking spell and opening the door. Albus hastily came in, the serious look on the old man's face made Severus abandon his brew.
"Miss Granger has reported that her room mate has not returned to their dorm room." Albus informed. "No one has seen her for hours."
Severus swept out from around his desk. "She was not at dinner tonight."
Albus nodded. "I know. A search party has been formed. All the prefects and teachers are currently looking."
"Floor by floor?" Severus confirmed.
"Indeed."
"Has anyone asked the Weasley twins? They always seem to know where everyone is."
"Yes, they have already been asked, and they have offered to help."
The castle was busy, searching for the missing girl, the Weasley twins had special permission to help, feeling a bit special for the privilege of roaming the castle well after curfew.
"I don't see her on the map, George."
George held his wand up to the Marauders Map for extra light. "She must not be in the castle then."
"Would she really wander out past dark?" Fred asked full of doubt.
George lifted a shoulder in thought. "Aye, probably not... But it's also not like her not to be in her dorm by curfew."
Unbeknown to the teachers, Harry had ventured out of the common room, much to the orders by Professor McGonagall to stay put.
"Harry!" Hermione had scolded when he began climbing out through portrait hole.
"I'm going to look for my sister!" Harry snapped. "You can stay here if you'd like." Ron and Hermione exchanged looks before following their friend to search for Dahlia.
"Do you think she's just hauled up in a corner somewhere, lost in another moment of hysterics?" Ron asked.
"I don't know." Harry said impatiently. "I've just got to find her, and make sure she's okay. She's been acting so strange lately. It bothers me that she won't talk to me. We've never hid anything from each other."
"I'd hate to have nightmares so bad that it leaves me in a trance." Ron shuddered. "Spiders are creepy, but I am not THAT frightened of them."
"Whatever she's dreaming about must be pretty bad." Hermione frowned.
Harry didn't add to the conversation, intent on finding Dahlia.
"Harry, do you realize how big Hogwarts is? It would take us literally a month of constantly looking to cover every inch of this place." Hermione said.
"I don't need your trivial facts right now." He replied through grit teeth.
Meanwhile, way at the bottom of the castle, Draco stood by the exit to the Slytherin common room, waiting for a moment to slip out unseen. "Stay here." He muttered to Vincent and Gregory, tapping the wall swiftly with his wand and hurrying out.
"We're going with you." Vincent said a moment later, puffing behind him.
Draco stopped short and snapped around, narrowing his eyes at them. "You are not going to risk Slytherin house points."
"Well, you are!" Gregory pointed out.
"That's different." Draco huffed arrogantly.
"She's our friend too!" Vincent growled. "And we're going to help search for her."
Draco stared at his friends for several moments, slightly dumbfounded at Vincent's claim. "A mudblood." He drawled amusingly.
"Yeah? So what?"
"We've seen how you look at her!" Gregory hissed. "How you defend her-"
"You like her." Vincent summarized. "And we do too."
Draco's eyebrows lifted up in surprise. "A mud-"
"Merlin!" Vincent grumbled, tossing up his hands. "After all this time?"
"You're still going to call her a mudblood?" Gregory asked. "Even while talking in privacy to us?"
Draco was not going to answer that. He needed to remember she was a mudblood, for if he forgot just for one moment, he was sure he would get lost and never find his way out. He abruptly turned from them, stalking stealthily up the corridor. The first place he'd check was the bathroom.
* / *
Severus held his wand out. The tip was lit brightly, lighting up the complete corridor of the sixth floor. Harsh whispering made him turn his head toward the direction it had come from.
"Filch's cat." A feminine voice murmured.
Severus cast a noise enhancing spell, allowing him to hear better.
"Shh!" A another voice whispered, coming from the fifth and sixth floor staircase.
Potter...
Severus noxed his wand and tip toed around the corner in the darkness, his eyes adjusting expertly to the solid blackness.
"We better hurry." Miss Granger advised. The group of three Gryffindors approaching the corner Severus concealed himself up in. "Mrs. Norris will tell Filch where we are."
"Lumos." Severus muttered out loud, strictly for an eerie effect, perfectly able to light his wand wordlessly.
Miss Granger let out a squeak when his wand lit up, revealing his location and Weasley looked about to faint. But Potter... He looked neither upset nor scared that he had been caught out of bed by the dark wizard.
"Twenty points from Gryffindor for wandering the castle in the night." Severus drawled, almost delightfully. "Back to your common room." He pointed to the direction they had came from.
"Yes, sir." Miss Granger quivered, turning around, likely relieved that the punishment it was only that. Mr. Weasley quickly followed suite, but not Potter... He remained rooted.
"No." Potter said firmly. His eyebrows creased stubbornly, reminding Severus of... No, not of his father... but... his mother.
Severus glared down at the boy. His heart suddenly thumping with sorrow, painful memories haunting his mind. "You will not disobey your authority, Pot-"
"Unless you plan on attacking me with your wand, nothing is going to stop me from searching for her." Potter said. "You can deduct points, take away my Quidditch privileges, assign me a gazillion detentions- I don't bloody care about any of that!"
"Harry!" Miss Granger scolded softly. "Don't-"
"All I care about is my sister." Potter said with determination. He stalked passed Severus, sending him a look, silently daring Severus to stop him.
Those bold green eyes pierced Severus sharply. Excruciatingly. Yet... he could not help but to admire them, for all he saw at that moment was his beloved Lily. A twelve year old Lily, scolding at him with harsh attitude for his rude manners, for what, he couldn't even remember anymore. Lily, who he had loved- still loved-, had been so well mannered, and had expected him to be the same. He had grew up with little to no guidance, practically having had raised himself and she had helped him so much during their friendship.
Severus had to swallow the threat of a sob from escaping his throat. He refrained from sighing in defeat. He'd have to deal with Potter later. Now, they had to find the girl. The girl that had whittled into all of their lives, much like Lily had when she was still alive.
The walk was quiet as the three Gryffindor students and Professor Snape searched the sixth floor, separating to check every room, closet, corner, and nook. But she was not on that level and so they ventured up to the seventh floor.
"Hey, what's that?" Ron asked a while later, pointing ahead to the left with squinted his eyes.
"Raycious." Harry muttered, making the light at the tip of his wand beam out like a flashlight. Something glistened back at them when the light found it. Something metal. When the students approached it, the group discovered that it was a serving tray, full of untouched food. It sat in front of a closed yellow door.
"Locked." Ron announced after attempting to turn the knob. Hermione tried unlocking it with a spell but it did not work. Professor Snape had made his way to the second years. He eyed the door and waved his wand at it. He stepped back, watching his pupils with interest as they made a grand amount of effort to gain access to the room behind the door. Several minutes later, the wizard rolled his eyes slightly. They had yet to realize that there was no possible way to enter the room.
"I know she's in there!" Harry kicked the door in frustration. "Why won't she open the door?"
"And why can't we get in?" Hermione asked.
"Why aren't you helping, Professor?" Harry demanded, once he had noticed the Potions Master standing there with crossed arms.
The professor gave a small smirk, looking at the door. "A very useful room indeed. Inside is a tiny closet and it will remain locked until the person who closed it opens it back up again."
Harry sat beside the door. "I'll wait for her then." He said stubbornly.
"What if she doesn't come out?" Ron's face flushed with worry. "What if she's stuck in one of those trances?"
Harry gave his friend a death stare. "She will come out." He seethed.
Severus nodded to himself ever so slightly. He knew there was nothing he could do or say to make this boy remove himself from the door. "Mr. Weasley, Miss. Granger, go back to your common room. Potter is right, she's most likely in there. The search is over."
The three students looked at him cautiously before Ron followed Hermione, the two slowly making their way back to the Gryffindor House wing.
Severus stood at the opposite wall, facing the door and Harry. The boy picked at a loose string on his robes, perking up anytime a sound was made, hopeful that Miss Dursley was opening the door to reveal herself.
Someone knew Miss Dursley was here. Otherwise the food wouldn't be placed at the floor. Severus guessed that it was a house elf though, by the way everything was arranged perfectly on the tray.
"So, I guess I'm in a lot of trouble, huh?" Harry spoke up quietly.
"Oh, very, yes." Severus answered, his voice silken. Miss Dursley's qualities must had worn off on Potter. A student had to be awfully stupid to defy him. To the girl's credit, she had been lost in thought, her mind blocking out everything around her. Potter was different though. He had done it deliberately.
For good reason. A small voice inside his head said. You'd have done it for Lily. She had done it for you.
"Are you going to expel me?"
Severus didn't reply right away. Memories of Lily piling back to him. He could never forget about her, but there were some memories that he had not thought about in forever. Long ago packed away, deep inside his mind, afraid to admit that he was once a coward.
Lily liked adventure, often getting them both into dangerous situations. It did not take the young Severus to realize why she had been sorted into Gryffindor. While she didn't try to get them in trouble, it happened quite a bit.
She loved to explore, and they had found this very same closet that Harry and him were outside of one day after James Potter and his gang had chased the eleven year old Severus there. At the time, Severus knew not how to defend himself, and he didn't know what to do except how to run. Something he did at a lot at home. Run and hide.
"Snivilous..." James Potter sang out. "Come play with us."
"We want to try a new spell." Sirius Black added.
"We promise it wont hurt." James giggled.
Frantically, Lily pulled Severus by the hand and stuffed him inside a door, locking him up inside.
"No!" Severus yelped out, pounding on the door. It was locked, he could not get out! "Lily!" He cried. "Let me out! Please!" The boy feared they would attack her instead.
"Get lost, Potter!" Severus heard Lily snap.
"Evans, where's the baby bat?" James sneered. "He's in there, isn't he?" A pounding from the outside followed.
"Leave him be!" Lily shrieked. "He's done nothing to you!"
"We only want to give him a reason to cry." Sirius whined mockingly.
"How do you open the door, Lily?" James ordered after trying several spells.
"I'll never tell!" She told him. "And if you don't leave, I'll hex you all!"
James laughed deeply in complete amusement. "A goody two shoes like you?"
"Take on the three of us?" Sirius added, also laughing.
"You bet your rear end!" She said hotly.
"Get out of the way, girly." The next thing Severus heard was a chorus of yelps and a stampede of steps running away.
"Gosh, Evans! We were only playing!" James wailed.
Moments later, Lily opened the door and hugged Severus. "Are you okay?" He asked, searching her for anything that the gang may have done for her.
Lily scowled, looking back at the way that the boys must have disappeared off too. "They didn't like my boil hex." She frowned in disturbance. "I did warn them." She said with a sigh.
"It takes a lot to get expelled." Severus finally answered."Some students have done much worse than defying a teacher, and didn't get expelled." Like nearly killing me with a teenage werewolf. He thought bitterly. "Nonetheless, if you were my kin, you would not see the light of day for six months." He growled.
"It would be impossible to do my studies if that were done, Professor. Herbology takes place outside."
"Cheeky little chap, aren't you?" Severus snarled.
Harry sighed. "I guess I'll deserve whatever is thrown at me, but Lia is all too important to me. I did what I had to do."
"You referred her as your sister earlier..." Severus inquired, interested in hearing what the boy had to say about this.
"Without her, I'd have nothing." Harry avoided Severus' stare. "She was my only friend until you came by help her buy school supplies."
"What do I have to do with your inability to make friends?"
"You brought her magic out into the open, awaking the whole family to their ignorance. It snowballed from that moment." He looked up, eyes full of thoughtfulness. "It is not only her that I can thank for my life though."
Severus stiffened, inhaling deeply. Suddenly he was feeling a bit uncomfortable. "I was only doing my job, Potter." He said stoically. The boy was thanking him? The Potter spawn was actually thanking him?!
"I know you don't like me." Harry's words were slow and careful. "But Lia says you're a good man. She can tell if someone is good or evil." Harry gave a bit of a shrug. "I trust her. I know you and my dad didn't get along- for what reason I don't know, and I know that you don't like me because of that. But Lia also taught me to not judge someone because of their father or mother, sister or brother. A person is his own; Draco is an excellent example of that."
Harry's words left Severus speechless. He could not believe what the boy had said. Severus had been waiting, all this time, for Harry to show the signs of his father who had horridly teased him and been the reason that Lily had ended their friendship. Then the bloody man married Lily. Claimed Lily as his. Even rubbed it in after he and Lily had started dating. For two years since meeting Harry, all Severus could wait for was the day when the Potter boy would mimic the actions of his father, but Severus mostly saw just Lily in the boy. The only thing Harry did that reminded Severus of James Potter was the quiddich playing. A subject both father and son had taken seriously.
Severus took a breath, readying himself to say something to Harry. Maybe he was going nutty, he could not believe what he was about to say to the boy. "I may not have gotten along with your father, but your mother and I, we were once good friends. Much like yourself and your cousin."
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