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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.

Chapter List
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A/N: Most of you should like this chapter :o
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Staar: Glad you liked it! We'll have to see with Snape, hmm :)

Chapter 41-
"She doesn't want to be found." Myrtle said through a yawn. She sat on one of the toilets, leaning back against the wall. "She has some thinking to do, and all you do is distract her."
"Distract her?" Draco asked confused. "How? I mean, I know I am good looking-"
Myrtle snorted at his arrogance. "Oh, yes, you are one cute looking boy, and there's no denying that she finds you attractive, but there are other matters she needs to address."
"Such as?"
"If she wanted you to know, she would have explained it all to you."
"But you know what's bothering her?" He couldn't believe Miss Dursley would tell a ghost before him.
"She doesn't even know what's the matter. That's why she needs to think."
"What's thinking got to do with this?"
Myrtle sighed with annoyance. "Fine, I'll show you where she's at, but it'll do you no good."
And so the three Slytherins followed the ghost up a whole lot of floors, Draco never had been this high up in the castle before. Draco let out a small scoff of disbelief at the sight that they had came upon when Myrtle stopped in the hall.
Harry sat by a door, slightly snoring in a slumber, but what was amusing was that Snape sat directly across from Harry, sitting up against the wall, his head slightly tilted, also fast asleep.
"Strange..." Vincent commented.
"A spell?" Gregory asked Draco.
One of Draco's eyes raised in doubt. "On Snape? Likely not..."
"Where'd the ghost go?" Vincent whispered.
After a quick look around, Draco had also declared that the ghost had disappeared. Where had Myrtle gone?
Great... Now how was he going to find Lia?
* / *
"Why did you put that ring on? Surely you must have known it was cursed? Why even touch it?"
Professor Dumbledore's face twisted into an ugly expression. "Even I can be a fool and sorely tempted, Severus."
Professor Snape stood up from the older man. Looking very much like he did when he was about to scold a student after they had done some idiotic thing during a Potions lesson. "It's a miracle you even made it back here!"
"How long do you think I have?" Professor Dumbledore asked, unaffected by Professor Snape's fury.
Professor Snape gave it a small thought. "Perhaps a year, but I can not tell..."
Dahlia woke up, breathing short, quick breaths and sobbing uncontrollably. Her face, neck, and ears were completely wet from crying. The table top that her head had been resting on from having had drifted off to asleep hours ago was wet with a mixture of tears and sweat.
"Are you okay?" Dahlia heard Myrtle's voice by the door.
Dahlia lied with a nod. She swallowed a sob. Her chest ached with pain from the pounding it was doing. "Just... a nightmare." She said with a trembling whisper, the blackened hand of Professor Dumbledore still so vivid in her mind.
"You have quite the group outside waiting for you." Myrtle thumbed behind her. "Some have even fallen asleep."
Dahlia nodded, only halfway listening. A ring had cursed Professor Dumbledore. The ring was important.
"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." A voice said into her head. Dahlia had heard that voice before. It did not belong to her, though. It was a male's voice. When she set her eyes onto Tom Riddle's diary, her eyes grew wide as she understood what the voice was telling her. "Horcrux." Dahlia said to herself, thinking about the cursed hand. The diary was one, and so was the ring that Professor Dumbledore will put on.
Professor Dumbledore!
In a hurry, Dahlia picked up the diary and ran to the door. He needed to know! He needed to know before it was too late!
"Lia!" Draco greeted her, half smiling.
Dahlia's eyes momentarily took in the scene. Myrtle had been right, she did have a group of people waiting for her. Harry was next to her on the floor, stirring awake, and Professor Snape was in the process of standing up in a haste at the spot that he had been sitting at. Vincent, Gregory, and Draco were standing beside her.
Before Draco could say anything more, Professor Snape demanded, "Do you have any idea what time it is?!" His eyes then graced over the Slytherins disapprovingly. "Weren't you told to stay in your common room?!"
"You can lecture us later, sir." Dahlia said hastily.
"Lia!" Harry gasped jumping up and hugging her. "You had me worried!" He scolded her harshly. "The whole school was looking for you!"
"Well, if everyone would have just left me alone!" She shrieked and pulled from him impatiently. "And actually stopped treating me like a little ninny!"
"What's that you got there?" Draco asked, pointing at her arms.
Dahlia pressed her lips together feverishly.
"Let me have that." Professor Snape ordered, stalking to her and extending out an arm to receive it.
"It's-"
"Cursed. Now give me it."
She shook her head, tightening her grip around it. "It's more than that, Professor." she told him. "And Professor Dumbledore is going to die if I don't talk to him." Dahlia said, her eyes filling with tears.
"What?" Professor Snape asked, a hoarseness layering his voice. "Did you say-" he turned from her precipitously and skimmed down the corridor hurriedly. "Follow me." He ordered anxiously. "Now!"
Dahlia hurried after him, the others exchanged looks before they ran off to catch up with them.
He lead them to the Headmaster's office entrance where he told the boys to go back to their common rooms.
"I'm staying with Dahlia!" Harry barked.
"Harry... I need to talk with The Headmaster..." she told him gently. "Alone..." she whispered.
He pointed a finger at her, his eyes glowing with anger. "I don't know what you're hiding, but your sudden change in trust bothers me. I've done nothing to make you act this way toward me. If you think I am not good enough to be your friend anymore, then fine!" He snapped around and stalked away, his hands clenched at his sides.
The Slytherins eyes shifted back and forth between the two cousins, their mouths open. "Well, I can't say I blame him." Draco muttered, giving Dahlia a serious look before he lead his friends the opposite direction to their common room.
Dahlia blinked back tears, wishing she could have told them. She stood up straighter, avoiding the dark look of Professor Snape as he impatiently gestured her into the Headmaster's office. Once inside, he told her to stay there while he went up a flight of narrow steps to retrieve Professor Dumbledore. The two wizards returned soon after, both waiting for her to start.
Dahlia swallowed hard and set the book on top of the desk. "First," she started quietly. "I want to make it clear that I am not the beginning of some dark witch, being, or anything like that. I am not evil."
"Of course not, Miss Dursley." Professor Dumbledore said softly.
"I have a good soul." She said firmly. "I just wanted you to know before-" she looked at each of the professors, gathering the courage to continue. "Before I did this..." she stepped back. "Uh... I would advise equipping yourselves." She suggested, staring at Riddle's diary. She waited until they each had their wands poised for an attack. With a deep breath, Dahlia waved her hand at the book, removing the binding that she had placed on it. "This is the diary of Tom Riddle." She informed Professor Dumbledore. "He's also known as-"
"I know his name, child." Professor Dumbledore strolled to his desk to get a closer look at the book.
"Do you also know what a horcrux is?"
The headmaster's eyes snapped up to meet Dahlia's eyes. He took a step away from the desk carefully. "Tell me this not one." He pointed to it.
Dahlia nodded. "It is, sir. And there's... six more after this... One which will end up killing you. A ring. Belonging to..." she closed her eyes in thought. "His... grandfather? I am not quite sure if I am right. The point is, they are all dangerous and if you put on the ring it'll curse and kill you." All she got from Professor Dumbledore was a nod as he listened to her intently. "And there's only one thing that can damage them enough beyond repair." She turned to Professor Snape.
Professor Snape conjured the potion that he had made, having had added the pieces together. "So that is why you wanted them..."
Dahlia took the potion from him. "I need a knife."
"For the human blood." he drawled, conjuring up a knife. "Allow me." He offered.
"I just need one last ingredient and it'll be completed." the green haired man grinned evilly. "Just a teeny-" He made a small gap with his fingers for dramatization. "-tiny donation." He said, coming out from around his side of the table. Dahlia's eyes widened in fear as he plucked a pocket knife from mid air, like there had been an invisible shelf in front of him. He snapped the blade out with a fast move.
"No! Don't!" She pleaded, backing up away from him as he cornered her. "Please!"
"Now, don't be scared." The man said softly, almost kindly, like he was trying to sooth a crying infant. "It's for the betterment of our people. Together, we will rule and put them wizards, who call themselves superior with their wands-" He spat out that word. "-in their place. They aren't nothing compared to us, Dahlia. We must take control of the magic in the universe. We must put a stop to those maggots who think they can rule magic. Our magic." He gripped her throat tightly, constricting her breathing. "It's only going to hurt for a bit, not all too much different than the yearly precautions I make to protect you. Be still..." he ordered with what would be a comforting whisper in a different circumstance. His smirk pierced Dahlia's mind as the searing sting of the blade scraped across her neck.
Dahlia froze up in terror as the recent vision gave her valid reasoning for her gut's feeling of not wanting to trust him. She wasn't a little girl in that vision, but older. Much older. Her heart thudded painfully against her chest. She was definitely going to meet that monster!
The smell of blood brought Dahlia back to her senses. She swallowed hard, looking away from Professor Snape's finger, the tip of it was bleeding. A lot.
"Give me the potion, Miss, Dursley."
"I don't think it will work if you do it." She told him with a trembling voice, and held out her hand for the knife.
"Why not?" Professor Dumbledore asked and Professor Snape looked perplexed, his blood dripping into a tiny puddle at his feet.
Dahlia closed her eyes in disturbance. The blood was making her dizzy. "Seal and heal." She said simply to heal the professor's wound. Wordlessly, she cleaned the mess at his feet. When she was through, she was able to open her eyes again. Dahlia smiled faintly at the astonished look Professor Snape was giving his hand, inspecting it.
Dahlia gently took hold of the knife that he held in his hand.
"How did you-"
"With Magic." She told Professor Snape in a whisper, pulling the knife from his loosened grasp. With a clenched jaw, Dalia poked herself in the finger with the tip of the knife then uncorked the potion with her teeth. The wizards watched her intriguingly, curious how much more she would amaze them.
"As soon as I drop this in here, take the potion from me." She said with a forced strength to her voice. "This... is going to... hurt." Dahlia squeezed a drop of her blood into the vial. The cherry red potion turned black instantly. A pain developed immediately in her gut, feeling like someone (or something) was clawing at her insides, trying to rip their way out of her. She dropped to the ground, letting out an ear piercing scream, unable to see anything but white.
"Miss Dursley!" Professor Snape tapped his wand against her stomach, the place she had her arms wrapped around. Dahlia let out a moan and sat herself up, swiping the back of her hand across her wet eyes, blinking away the flood of tears.
"What in the bloody hell just happened?!" Professor Snape demanded.
Dahlia stood up, her vision had returned. The pain was gone, but that didn't mean that she wasn't emotionally unaffected. "It's a dark potion..." She said tearfully. She sniffed her dripping nose and conjured herself up a tissue, coaxing herself to relax.
It's over now. It's over now. You must carry on. You must stop Voldemort.
"Are you well enough to proceed, Miss. Dursley?" Professor Dumbledore asked softly. He still stood near the book, a worrisome look was upon his face, but he was also anxious to continue.
Dahlia answered with a nod. "Just pour it on the horcrux." She explained, to the headmaster. "It would be best if Professor Snape and I left. Voldemort is in there." She gave Professor Snape a knowing look, whose eyebrows quirked up.
"Just how much do you know, Miss Dursley?" Professor Dumbledore asked.
Dahlia turned toward the exit of the office. "Much more than I'd like to."
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