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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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Chapter 47-
"To be a true follower, this is what must be done." Lucius explained to the young Severus, who was violently shivering.
"I- I don't think I can do-do th-this, Luce." Severus' voice shook as strong as his body. They stood in a large grassy, overgrown field, staring up at the cloaked figure that hovered high up in the sky. It was a good mile away from them, but it was close enough to frighten the sixteen year old boy.
"You do this, and you're safe. They can never harm you afterward." Lucius assured him. "I promise it works. It only takes one time, and they will know not to ever fuck with you."
Severus shook his head, unable to believe Lucius' words. "I can't." He insisted, tears dripping down his face. "I can't." With an arm, he shielded his face from the figure. "Make it go away, Lucius!" He begged.
"You'll have to do it yourself, Severus." The voice was firm. "That Dementor is going to attack you any minute now, and you know very well what will happen if you don't succeed."
Severus dropped his arm, his eyes were wide, and there was a slight gap at the seam his of lips as he took in the words. "You are serious?" He asked hoarsely, as if he intended to ask with his full voice, but the fear had caused a whisper to layer it.
"I am. It is the way He works, Severus. But know this, He would not submit you to such a thing if He didn't think you couldn't do it. One of your weaknesses, mate, is your inability in believing in yourself. You lack self-esteem. He's helping you with that and so am I. In order to survive and be the best, you need confidence. How else explains Potter's arrogance? He believes he is the Godsend, and everyone should kiss his feet. That is why he is so successful in everything he focuses on."
"I don't want to ever be like that piece of swine shat!" Severus' lips curled darkly, his eyes narrowing. "I do not want to be compared to him in anyway!" His anger building, he withdrew his wand and pointed it at blonde. "Do you understand me?!" He snarled.
He was a good eight inches shorter than Lucius but Lucius' hands began trembling just the same. He closed his eyes briefly to swallow a forming lump. "Yes, Severus, of course, I do. I deeply apologize." He managed to say without any stutter.
Many moments passed before Severus let out the huge breath he had been holding. He finally lowered his wand. "What do I have to do?" He asked quietly, his eyes settling back upon the creature.
"Kill it." Lucius answered as he took his own wand out.
"And how do I do that, Lucius?" The question was asked in a drawl.
"Watch me closely. You need not any words." They stood side by side and Lucius drew a symbol into the air. To Dahlia, it looked like a fish hook, looping into a figure eight, and ending up as a circle at the top of it. "Do you know what this is?" Lucius asked Severus as the symbol glowed with a gleaming, black shine.
Severus nodded, and at that moment, the Dementor began racing forward at such a fast speed, it had created a rush of wind, causing the young wizards' robes and hair to whip madly. The whistle in her ears brought Dahlia out of the memory.
Harry was now on the ground. The Dementor hovered above him and was breathing in deeply. "No!" Dahlia gasped. As quick as she could, she took out her wand and did what she had seen Lucius do in her memory. A silver flash circled around the symbol she had made. The Dementor inhumanly screeched out in pain, making Hermione and Ginny join in unison.
As it flew off, still screaming, something else invaded Dahlia's mind.
"What do you think was going to happen now, Dahlia, dear?" Blake asked. No emotion was in his voice, but his lips were sneering happily. "I've been waiting nearly ten years for the day when you would wander off into the forbidden part of my home. I am so pleased with you. Now you can assist me with my duties."
"Stop!" She screamed out in horror. "Don't hurt him!" Dahlia pressed her eyes tightly shut, and covered her ears. "No!"
"What's wrong with her?" Ron demanded. He and Hermione had helped Harry up from the floor.
Harry's face was ghost white. He sat on the seat, sandwiched between Hermione and Ron. "What happened?" He whispered incoherently.
"She's gone into shock." Professor Lupin informed after checking Dahlia over. Her hands were still pressed tightly to her head, covering her ears. She screamed again. "I won't hurt him, Blake!"
"Dahlia!" Harry gasped. He stumbled weakly over to her, and took her into his arms. "It's alright." He whispered with a trembling voice. "What's wrong with her?!" He demanded.
"Just calm down, Harry." Professor Lupin said, his eyebrows creased in worry. "You kids eat the rest of this chocolate." He passed around the remaining chocolate bars that Dahlia had brought with her. "See if she'll eat some, I'll go get help." He gave Dahlia one last strange look before hurrying off.
Harry broke off a piece of the chocolate and held it up to Dahlia's lips. "Lia... eat this." He said coaxingly. Before anything else happened, she leaned forward, and threw up at their feet.
"Brunis?" Dahlia whispered, her voice echoing down the eerie, unlit corridor. "Where did you go?" She was afraid to speak louder than the whisper, knowing she was forbidden to be in this part of Blake's mansion.
The movement on the carpet several feet ahead made her hurry after her companion, the tip of his tail disappearing into a room up three doors away. She held her breath as she quickly walked on her tip toes. Who knew what'd Blake do if he caught her in his private part of his home. Her fingertips started tingling then with a slight stinging sensation, a sign that someone was hurt and needed help. She wiggled them for circulation, her pulse picking up with fear.
"Brunis, come back here!" Dahlia ordered hastily, stopping at the doorway to the room he had slithered into. She heard heavy breathing then, followed by a sob. "Pl-please, Br-Brunis" she found her voice that time, her fear increasing. Someone else was in the house. Right in this room. And she knew it wasn't Blake, because Blake didn't cry. Who would be so foolish to come into his home?
"He-hello?" Dahlia called out, without turning on any lights, not at all eager to see what awaited her.
"Please, no more!" A male's voice answered back. "I don't know anything! Nothing! PLEASE! Have mercy! PLEASE!"
She couldn't let someone suffer, and the tingling of her fingers had moved up to her elbows, the stinging had intensified, making Dahlia curl her fingers and gasp in pain. If she didn't help this person soon, she'd be unable to. Dahlia clasped her hands together quietly and the room flooded with a bright pink hue. She shrieked out in horror and had to cover her mouth with both her hands to keep from screaming out.
The vomit erupting from her mouth woke Dahlia up, the mess soiling her Hogwarts robes. "Oh, my Lord!" She shrieked in terror. "No more! Please! No more!"
"Help!" Harry called out, sitting next to her. "Madam Pomfrey, she's awake!"
The Mediwitch hurried in with her wand and a damp hot rag. "Shoosh now, dear." She said soothingly, patting the rag against Dahlia's clammy forehead, and cleaning up the mess Dahlia had made with a simple flick of her wand. "Those dementors are awful things, aren't they?"
Dahlia swallowed hard and tried to forget the image stuck inside her mind. She let out a sob and wrapped her arms tightly around Harry when she acknowledged his presence.
"It's okay, Lia." He said. "It happened to me too."
"Take this now." Madam Pomfrey held out a potion. "It'll take care of your nightmares."
Dahlia didn't hesitate on the offer, she hastily snatched it and gulped it down. She was overly eager to get rid of those tormenting images, and, in just two minutes, she had drifted to a dreamless slumber.
* / *
"It was definitely The Mark! It wasn't picture perfect, or anything, but it was it!" Remus insisted, running a hand gravely through his hair. "How on Earth would she know it?! Who is she?!"
"Harry Potter's cousin from his mother's side." Minerva's mouth was pressed tightly, as the news of the spell Dahlia had cast was being discussed amoung her, Albus, and Remus.
"We can't be too sure that it was The Mark, Remus." Albus' soft voice spoke up.
"Oh, yes I can, and you know very well that I have not mistaken! For a thirteen year old to cast such a thing, while also being a Muggleborn?! Someone taught her that! She's probably some secret spy!"
"I thought only those who followed He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named could cast it?" Minerva asked uneasily.
"She doesn't have The Mark- I checked!"
"We need not to jump to conclusions." Albus told Remus. "I will have a talk with her and find out what exactly happened."
"I'd say someone is training her to be a Death Eater!" Remus concluded his claim, but Albus shook his head. "Go to the Feast now. This topic is not to be discussed again until I have talked to that girl." His voice carried out with finality. "Send in Severus."
Minerva and Remus nodded in acknowledgement.
Severus waited outside of the office, his eyebrows lowered darkly at the sight of Lupin. Lupin ignored him, walking passed him to return to the Great Hall.
"Albus would like to talk with you." Minerva informed Severus.
"Thank you." He replied, his eyes on the back of Lupin's head.
"My, this is just going to be a lovely year." she said with cheery sarcasm before she also returned to the Great Hall.
"No different than any other year." Severus muttered and entered the Headmaster's office.
Albus stood in the center of the whirring office of gadgets, waiting for him. "Let me guess..." he started, with a finger raised up to keep Severus from saying anything. "The summoning of the Dark Mark can destroy a Dementor."
Severus tilted his head, unsure where this was going to lead to. "Yes..." he answered slowly. "And how do you know this?"
"Miss Dursley cast the curse." Albus looked at him with accusation.
Severus scoffed. "She did not."
"Oh, but she did." Albus nodded.
"It's impossible!" Severus insisted. "She has to bare The Mark in order to cast it!"
"Remus saw the symbol of the curse." Albus said. "It wasn't exactly clear. Neither the snake nor skull were visible, but the shape was there."
Severus balled up his fists. "And so now everyone thinks that I have taught it to her because I formerly followed The Dark Lord!"
"Not exactly." Albus replied carefully. "But there are some questions that need to be answered."
"I have been absolutely loyal to you since I crossed over!" Severus growled.
"Your loyalty is not what is concerning me, Severus."
"Then what is it?!"
"I am afraid Miss Dursley does not exactly realize what she has done."
"I am telling you, Headmaster, Lupin has mistaken!"
"You believe so?!" Albus asked with a sudden harshness. "Then tell me why the Dementor flew off wailing out in severe pain? How often do they do that?"
Severus pursed his lips and slumped his shoulders in puzzlement. "This makes no sense at all."
"She learned it from you, my boy."
"No!" Severus shook his head. "I've done noth-"
"Learned from her memories of you, Severus. Or, rather what she calls her 'visions'."
"That spell doesn't 'chase' Dementors off, Albus!" Severus hissed impatiently.
Albus let the words Severus had said roll around his head before nodding in understanding. "So what would explain it running off then?"
"I... don't... have any idea."
Albus walked by him quickly, exiting the office. Severus knew where he was going. The Infirmary; where the strange girl had been sent to after yet another episode of hysteria.
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