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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: Now, how does Dahlia change the moments that happened in PoA? You'll read the beginning now.
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Staar: Yeah, this is how it's been for the Malfoy since forever. Hopefully that can change :(

# Chapter 45-
"Oi, Harry!" Dad held out the phone's receiver to Harry. "It's Ron Weasley." Harry gave out an embarrassed smile as Dahlia and Dudley were in hysterical laughter over Ron's loud yelling that could be heard from across the living room.
"Heh, thanks." Harry managed to say to Dad as he took the phone from him.
"Tell him that he doesn't have to talk so loud." Dad shook his head, chuckling. "Wizards."
"You'd really get a kick out his father, Dad. Mr. Weasley loves our gadgets."
"He was fascinated by my day planner; said it looked much different than his. He then asked his wife were it was, but she snapped at him, she has no patience." Dad told Dahlia.
"After so many kids? I am surprised she still has any hair left!" Mum spoke up.
"There's a hair growing spell." Dudley pointed out, having had learned plenty thanks to Harry and Dahlia.
Mum rolled her eyes. "Lord, there's a spell for everything. It's a surprise that some wizards are ugly."
"There are somethings even a miracle can't fix." Dad grunted jokingly.
"Ron's dad won 700 galleons!" Harry exclaimed when he phone call was through. "They are going to vacation in Egypt! And they're also going to get interviewed for the Daily Prophet!"
"That's great!" Dahlia said. Ron's family could use the Galleons.
"Ron's getting a brand new set of robes. He's excited."
"I would be too!" Dahlia said, remembering Ron's twice used robes that he had used last year. He had outgrown them before the year was up and had gotten teased by his brothers from it. Once called a tree and another time, making a reference to a scarecrow; "May have to plant you outside in Mum's garden, you'd definitely scare off all the crows."
Very early on Harry's birthday, Dahlia had heard an odd noise coming from his room, and then a loud thump. Dahlia jumped out of bed, forgetting to switch out her shoes. She knocked on his bedroom door, which was next to hers. She heard Harry grunt before she opened it. "Are you o-" she let out a tiny squeak as something lunged at her, quickly followed by Harry, who tackled it and bound it with a belt. "What is that?!" She shrieked as Harry stood up with it in his arms, having issues keeping it under control.
"Hagrid's birthday gift." He explained breathlessly.
"He gave you a monster?!"
"What's going on?" Dad called out grumpily. "Do you have any idea what time it is?!"
"Sorry, Daddy." Dahlia stepped inside of Harry's room and closed his door. Harry showed her a man eating book that was determined to break loose and chomp at them.
"Why would he send you that?" She asked, warily watching it.
Harry sighed helplessly. "I don't know. It's Hagrid." was all he had to say to make her nod in understanding.
The next morning, the twins helped their mother make Harry's birthday breakfast.
"He's going to love it." Dudley said, giggling happily, scrambling the eggs, while Dahlia buttered the toast slices.
"Harry!" Mum called.
"I'm up, Aunt Petunia!"
"A criminal has escaped from prison." Dad annouced, coming into the kitchen and sitting down at the table.
"Really?!" Dudley's eyes lit up excitedly.
"Bloody reporters never did say where he had escaped from. Could be walking out on our streets right now, for all we know."
Mum's eyes wandered out the kitchen window, no doubt looking for a strange man. "What'd he look like, dear?" She asked.
"A bit of a mess. Looked like he hadn't bathed in years. Grimy hair all over the place. Nutcase too; the clip they played had him screaming incoherent words. Serious Black they called him. Odd name."
As Dahlia went to place down a plate of toast, she froze in mid movement after her father had said those words. Her mind wandered from the current reality.
A grown man wailed heavily, scared to death. He pleaded for his life. "You don't understand! Please! He forced me! Forced me!"
"You filthy little liar!" A scrawny, dark haired man spat, his wand and many others were pointed at the short, ugly, fat man who was cowering on the floor of a dark, dirty room. Dahlia knew these men from her dreams. "You were spying for him long before Lily and James died!" Sirius Black bellowed.
"He-he w-was gaining such p-p-power." The cowering Peter Pettigrew stammered. "There w-would be n-no gain by re-refusing him!"
"Only innocent lives!"
"But he-he would have killed me!"
"THEN YOU SHOULD HAVE DIED! AS WE WOULD HAVE DONE FOR YOU!" Sirius shouted in roaring anger.
"Pumpkin cake?" Dad questioned, eyeing Dahlia carefully. "Are you okay?"
A tiny squeak erupted from her mouth. She nodded and forced a smile. "Fine." She managed to say and sat down for breakfast.
For the next week, Dahlia went to the kitchen window every night after everyone had fallen asleep and waited. Waited for the big black dog. For she knew who he was, and knew he was on his way here. He wanted to see Harry.
Finally, he had arrived at the house. She saw the body of the large animal creep into the bushes that separated their lawn from the neighbors. Grey eyes set onto the house, anxiously watching it.
Dahlia grabbed a bowl out of the refrigerator that she had been saving for him, and snuck out the back door, leaving it open a crack to prevent any abnormal noise entering out into the night. When she saw his backside, which was planted onto the ground, his tail wagging ever so slightly, she froze him so he couldn't move. She wasn't afraid of the dog attacking her more than she was of him running off.
Dahlia inched her way to him, putting a good ten feet of distance between him, and faced him. "Padfoot..." she whispered very softly. She watched his eyes widen after she had addressed him by his animungas name. A name that only his friends had known. "It's okay. I know you're innocent. I also know that you're very hungry." She set the bowl down. "I made it myself." She gave a small laugh. "I can't explain it right now, but I know that you just adore shepards pie-without the peas, of course." She released her spell and watched the dog tilt his head at her, letting out a quiet whine.
"It's Aunt Lily's recipe." She informed him, at the same time letting him know who exactly she was.
His ears lifted excitedly before he limped over to her and devoured the food in less than ten seconds. "It's okay, Padfoot." She whispered, patting the top of his head gently. "I can heal your physical wounds, but only once after you transform into human again. You should rest first though. You can sleep in Dad's shed. Mum wouldn't be pleased with a dog in her house. We're lucky enough to be allowed to have two owls." She lead Padfoot to the shed out back. "We had a cat here for a couple days three years ago. The rug is still there, you can sleep on it, it's big enough." The dog staggered with difficulty to the large rug she had gestured at, and with a deep exhausted sigh, he lay down. "Don't run off, Sirius." She whispered. "Peter will be outed before the next new year has begun. You just have to trust me. I'm here to help you and Harry."
Padfoot lifted his head at Harry's mentioning and stuck out his tongue, panting. "Just be a good dog and stay. You need to heal before anything else can be done." She left him then and went back to bed, but she couldn't sleep with the thought of stowing away Sirius Black, a man both the wizards and muggles were looking for. Her parents would go nutty if they knew that she was harboring a fugitive.
The next day, Dahlia lead Harry to the shed. Dudley was off to visit his friend, Wallace, from school for a couple of days, and Mum and Dad were driving him there. It was plenty of time to allow Harry and his godfather to bond without any interruptions, as Dudley's friend lived three hours away.
"Padfoot...? I brought Harry to meet you."
"A dog, Dahlia?!" Harry shrieked when he saw him. "Your Mum is going to freak!" His eyes softened a bit when he noticed how scawny and sick he looked though. Every rib could be seen, he had many cuts along his body, and he could barely lift his head.
"She can't know, Harry. He's not an ordinary dog, he was your father's best mate. They even considered themselves brothers."
Harry scrunched up his face. "A brother to a dog?"
There was a faint pop. "To-to an-another animungas, act-actually." A voice sputtered with difficulty through his coughing.
Harry shrieked, arming himself with his wand.
"Harry! Put that away! You can't cast any magic right now!" Dahlia said frantically. "It'll bring them here!"
"He's the fugitive, Dahlia!" Harry was just as frantic. "The one on the telly! He murdered over 14 people!"
"He was framed, Harry!" Dahlia said, disarming him, and catching the wand that flew toward her.
"Blim-ey!" Sirius choked out. "I haven't se-en s-such magic in years."
"Who is he?!" Harry demanded. "Why is he here?"
"Let's go get him some water and food, and I'll explain as much as I can." To Sirius, she said. "I'll heal you when I come back."
All Sirius did was nod, clutching his dry throat with a hand, an occasional cough coming out, as he tried to wet it with an abundance of swallowing.
"He was framed for the death of your parents." Dahlia told Harry while she filled a cup up with milk and another of water. "And also for the murder of many muggles. But the crimes were really done by their traitorous friend, Peter Pettigrew, who everyone believes is dead. Everyone thinks Sirius killed him too, but he's very much alive, Harry."
"Did he tell you that?" Harry looked as if she were crazy.
"No. As you saw a bit ago, he can barely talk, having not have done much of it for over ten year years. I learned about it in my visions. He's very much innocent." She said. "And good." Dahlia added, knowing Harry trusted her instincts on people. "He's not a murderer."
"Okay." Harry said slowly, heavy in thought. He was in the process of making several sandwiches.
"He's your Godfather, Harry. He's only here to see how you're fairing."
"I have a godfather?" He asked with sparkling eyes. "Wow... That's great!"
They then returned to Sirius, him and Harry took a sandwich immediately before Harry started asking a million questions.
Dahlia magically healed the man's wounds, some were much more difficult than others, but by the time Harry's questions slowed, most of his sores were healed.
"So you're Lily's niece?" Sirius had asked Dahlia, massaging his bare feet, astounded by her healing of his bloody blisters from the over abundance of walking. "A muggleborn like she? You're well past your time, girl. And how do you know so much about me? How did you know about Padfoot?"
"She's a visionary." Harry answered.
Sirius' mouth gaped open. "An extraordinary one, she is." He whispered astonishingly. "But you have powers beyond belief. Do you know how long it takes to master such spells? And, Merlin!" He gasped, putting his hand up to his mouth in realization. "I have just noticed- you've done so without a wand!"
"I am gifted. Purely good. Not evil."
"Indeed, not so, dear. Not so. No one evil could heal so well. You are amazing though. Really amazing." and he truly was amazed by her ability; he wouldn't remove his eyes from her.
"But you can't tell anyone." Dahlia requested with firmness to her voice.
"Yes." Sirius nodded. "I understand your reasoning. I won't." He then thanked her for her hospitality, and believing in his innocence.
"You and Harry bond. I'm going to go clean up the kitchen." Dahlia said, gathering up the dishes, and departing the shed. As she stepped into the house, she smiled to herself. She would make damn sure that that man came out looking like the innocent man he was.
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