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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: This chapter is a little bit... well not sure I can call it fluff, but yes, it should make some hearts melt. :)
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Chapter 42-
"Severus, I can not imagine your reasoning behind this." Albus had spoken up when Severus had nonchalantly offered to issue Harry his detention.
"It was me he defied, Headmaster." Severus said bitterly, not willing to admit that it was done for a different reason.
Albus nodded. The twinkle in his eye made Severus think that the man didn't believe him. "The Jayradox potion is a curious brew, isn't it?" He nonchalantly changed the subject.
"I take it that you destroyed the diary?"
"Oh, yes. The scream was most terrifying." Albus' tone of voice hadn't changed. "Nonetheless, I was able to withdraw Riddle's memories from it. It appears Hagrid was innocent- much as I had thought so in the first place. I have proof to clear his name now."
"Excellent." Severus simply said.
"I still want you to talk with Miss Dursley. See if you can get her to say anything more."
"Interrogate a preteen..." Severus drawled. "Shall I force it out of her, or would you rather that I wait until her 13th birthday?" sarcasm hung in his voice.
Albus chuckled lightly. "I do not think you will have to resort to such measures, my boy."
The Gryffindors had lost over 300 points for that night of 'wandering' around the castle past curfew and Harry's defiance toward Professor Snape. They had also all each earned three detentions, to which Harry was serving with Professor Snape. He had no clue that the Potions Master had requested it, and had taken the wizard celebrity child out from under Professor Lockhart who had been overly eager to over watch his detention.
"You should not hate her forever." Severus said from behind his desk. He hadn't looked up at the boy he had addressed who was cleaning the potion ingredient jars from dust.
It took Harry some time before he spoke out quietly, "She doesn't trust me."
Severus placed his quill down and eyed Harry. The boy stood on a step ladder since he was under average in height. One of the lenses to his glasses was smudged, and he was irritably trying to wipe it clean with the material of his robes. He had the patience of his mother, which was little to none. Severus couldn't help smirking at that. Lily often got easily upset over the tiniest of things. Now that he had had a chance to thoroughly talk with Harry, he was noticing all the qualities that his mother had given him through her genetics.
"Don't you know of a spell to clean those yet?" Severus asked in disapproval. That should have been one of the first spells for him to personally master.
Harry turned his head to meet the professor's eyes. "Well, of course I have, Professor." He muttered indignantly. "You told me not to use magic to clean your jars. I thought if I were whip my wand out you'd chew my head off- as you often tend to do."
"Completely understandable..." Severus said slowly, somewhat feeling a bit guilty for the way he had treated the boy, merely just because of his looks. He could swear he could hear Lily voicing her disappointment in how Severus had acted toward her son. "I'll allow you to clean your lenses then, boy."
"Thank you, sir." Harry effortlessly cast the spell and his glasses sparkled as if they were brand new.
"Do you also know how to repair those if you were to break them?"
Harry nodded before giving a sheepish smile. "I've already broken them three times this year. Hermione showed me the spell, and I made certain to master it by the next day."
They went back to their work, silent for a while before Severus said, "I think your cousin does trust you."
"You don't know really that."
Severus thought the boy was wrong. There was something nagging in the back of his head that he didn't completely understand. Only that he could relate with Miss Dursley. He wasn't sure what exactly she knew about herself, but he had a feeling that she felt she was doing the right thing by keeping whatever was going on to herself. Much like he had thought several years ago. He'd long since learned that keeping things bottled up and kept from your friend was not a good idea. Perhaps if he had been more thorough with Lily things would have been a lot more different.
* / *
"Lines, is it?" Dahlia inquired, sitting down at the desk, and fishing out her quill and parchment.
"You will not be needing those today, Miss Dursley." Her belongings disappeared then, and she sent him a puzzled look. He sat down across from her, and leaned back into the chair, folding his hands across his chest. "We're just going to talk today." He announced.
"What potion are you working on?" She asked. "I'll need my bag for my textbook of notes."
He shook his head, closing his eyes for a moment. "We're not going to discuss potions. You know something about me. Something to do with..." he didn't finish, his eyes finding something to stare at behind Dahlia's head.
"Voldemort." She slowly finished for him. "The evil wizard who attacked-" she was cut off as he inhaled deeply, blinking his eyes back into focus. The professor glanced at her, looking like he wanted to ask a question, but he never spoke the words.
Dahlia sighed. She didn't know why she was getting visions that didn't seem to have any relevance to the Horcruxes or Harry, but she was getting them. A particular one with her aunt and Professor Snape came to her mind then- Their hands clasped tightly, sitting by the lake at Hogwarts. They were gazing into each others eyes with a glowing happiness; a light that would cease to exist only a year later.
Dahlia avoided his eye contact, wiping away a tear.
"Miss Dursley-"
"Do you know why I called you Shadow Man?"
He shook his head with a masked face.
"I saw it..." Dahlia said hollowly. "I don't know how; don't know why."
"Saw what?"
"You swept in," she went on. "At first I thought you were some dark creature, perhaps even the monster himself, but when I saw your reaction-" her voice croaked as a sob escaped from her, the image of the grown man emotionally falling into pieces when he realized the woman his heart belonged to was no longer with him. Dahlia took a breath before continuing. "I didn't know who the shadow was right away. When I met you, you reminded me of him. Later, it became clear to me that it really was you." His eyes glazed over, tears welling up in them. "Professor...? I know you think otherwise... but Aunt Lily loved you." She whispered softly. "She really did."
A faint sound escaped his throat before he stiffened, inhaling through his noise. His eyes were focused on the desk's top.
"I won't tell your secret." Dahlia assured him gently.
He pursed his lips out. "How do you know all this?" His whisper a bit high pitched. "I've told no one." His reaction nearly made her weep. He still greatly blamed himself for her death.
Dahlia took a deep breath. It was time. She could tell him now. She only hoped he would believe her. "I dream things... That's how I learned about the Horcruxes. It's been happening since before I could remember."
"What made you think any of it was ever real?"
"I never dream of things that are fake. Everything that I dream about comes true, in one sense or another. I dreamed that you..." her eyes fell onto his forearm. "You're not evil, Professor Snape, I know you had no choice..."
The professor narrowed his eyes and absently rubbed the arm that bore his Dark Mark.
"You really are a-" he stopped short when she nodded. "What else do you know?!" He demanded harshly, a demand that would make any other student jump in their seat.
"Did your mother ever tell you about the most special flower in the world?"
Dahlia shook her head. She held the hand of the green haired man. Together, they were walking through a large beautiful garden with many flowers of all colours of the rainbow, herbs; their scents filling their noses as they walked passed, and every fruit and vegetable known to man.
"Would you like to see them?" He asked gently. "It is only right that your mother has them buried with her." He gave her a wide smile after she nodded in agreement. "You have to pick them though, okay? They are red, like your hair-" he fingered a bunch of her hair between his fingers. "And have striking green centers, just as green as your pretty little eyes. These flowers will set your mother's soul to sleep. We buried them with your Grandmother when she died."
"I remember." Dahlia whispered tearfully.
"You remember picking the flowers then? You were only..." he paused to give it a thought. "Two...?"
"I remember lots of things." She told him, stopping at the white picket fence that divided the apple orchard from the peach one. "Nearly everything actually."
"Everything?" He asked for confirmation.
"I remember it all, Blake." Her voice quiet, lacking emotion.
"Everything..." she whispered to Professor Snape, in heavy thought, coming back to the moment. So that was the man's name. Blake.
"What's 'everything'?" Professor Snape's question cut her from her thoughts of the evil green haired man.
"Your father. Your mother. Your friendship with my aunt. The bullying-" she stopped, her eyes growing wide at the memory. "The-the... mo-moment you became Mr. Malfoy's friend-"
"Okay! Enough!" He ordered, encasing his head into his hands. "You know too much, child." Professor Snape murmured, shaking his head. "Too much."
"It is not my fault." She said quietly. "This is just how it's supposed to be. I have a gift to help. To help Harry. And Hogwarts."
"You don't know everything, Miss Dursley." He said through his hands. "You only think that you do. You don't know who you really are, or what you really are."
"I do so know who I am!" She insisted.
"You have to tell Harry." Professor Snape said abruptly. "You should be honest with him. And thorough."
"Because of what happened with you?"
He nodded.
"He'll think I'm crazy." She dismissed the idea.
"Not if you tell him something that can't make him think so. Like you just did with me."
"It's different with him though. His future is being rewrote everyday, and I was there for his past."
"You once said that you only consider yourself to have one friend. I am advising you to not let that friend go." His hands dropped to his lap. "Miss Dursley, I am requesting that you do not let him go. If you must use me as an example, then so be it." His eyes were wet with tears as he regretted the many moments of his youth.
Dahlia nodded, giving it a thought. "Alright, Professor. I'll tell him."
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