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Dahlia's Magic	By : lexiatel Category: Harry Potter AU/AR > General Views: 8802 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Misha_Black: Misleading readers is my thing, lol. I often wonder why I get more followers than I think I deserve, but I guess this is why. Anyway, I have over 150 followers on ff.net alone, and only five really review. Most readers don't review, and that's okay, the average 3-4 new followers I get with every chapter upload is enough to keep me me in a gleeful mood! Thanka for your review and reading, it's nice to read the lovely comments about my story, heh.
Staar: Very true about her predictament... sad... and it's just beginning... :(

Chapter 48-
"I'm so sorry!" Dahlia said through tears. "It's all my fault!"
"It's okay, Lia, we'll just do it a different time." Harry said softly.
"It's just that the Dementor was trying to hurt you." she pressed a tissue to one of her wet eyes. "I can't let anyone hurt you."
Harry smiled. "And I would have done the same thing for you. Padfoot will understand." He said with a small voice. "He would have done no different."
Dahlia nodded. "We'll do it tomorrow then."
"I'll let him know." Harry stood from the bed watching Professor Dumbledore and Professor Snape enter in, both pairs of eyes set onto Dahlia. "Professors." He greeted, eyeing them suspiciously.
"Harry." Albus smiled down at him. "How are you fairing, my boy?"
"Just well, Professor Lupin gave me enough chocolate for a week."
"Any of them chocolate frogs?"
Harry grinned and answered with a nod.
"Splendid! I suggest that you do not open them during a lecture though." Professor Dumbledore chuckled slightly, before giving him a tiny wink of his eyes.
"The thought never occurred to me, sir." Harry's grin widened mischievously. "Not until now anyway..."
Severus cleared his throat coldly, causing Harry to straighten up seriously. "I am sure your peers are missing your presence, Potter. I do hope all that chocolate has not ruined your appetite."
"Course not, sir." Harry answered quickly.
"There is plenty to eat and old friends to greet, Harry, how about skittering off and joining them?" Professor Dumbledore cut in cheerily.
"Can Lia come too?" Harry asked, glancing at her, the corners of his mouth turning downward worriedly .
Dahlia smiled. "I'll be fine, Harry."
"I'll have a talk with Madam Pomfrey." Professor Dumbledore assured Harry. "I am sure I can talk her into it." He whispered quietly, tapping a hand to Harry's shoulder.
"Thanks, Professor." Harry said and waved to Dahlia before hurrying out to join his friends.
Severus crossed his arms and glared down at Dahlia. "That spell you cast-"
"You mean curse." She interrupted innocently.
"Whatever!" He growled impatiently. "You are to never cast it again, am I clear?!"
Dahlia sat up, looking over Professor Snape's stance. By his flared nose, she could tell he was angry. His eyes were narrowed, showing his irritation.
"I am actually surprised I was able to do it." She informed.
"Well, you've stumped everyone with your ability, that's for sure!"
"It is usually not cast by those without a mark on their arm." Professor Dumbledore added.
Dahlia's eyebrows narrowed into a glare. "How many times do I have to say it?!" She shrieked, uncovering herself from the blanket that had been draped over her. "I am not evil!" She screamed in anger, getting out of the bed and clenching her fists.
"Now just a minute, Miss Dursley!" Professor Snape said. "Not everyone who has it is pure evil."
Her eyes fell to his arm and she nodded. "Fine." She admitted in a mutter, breathing heavily. "I'm sorry...You're right. But I am all good, and not everyone can say that truthfully."
"What's going on?" Madam Pomfrey demanded with a hiss. "What's with all the screeching! You know the rules!"
"My apologies, Poppy." Professor Dumbledore tilted his head. "We were just about to ask if Miss Dursley can go down to the Feast."
Madam Pomfrey huffed and waved her wand toward Dahlia before giving a curt nod. "She appears healthy enough. Keep those Dementors away from her though!" She said, shaking a finger at Professor Dumbledore.
"What made you choose that spell to aim at the Dementor?" Professor Dumbledore asked Dahlia in the hall.
Dahlia lifted her shoulders into a shrug. "I saw Mr. Malfoy do it."
"When?" Professor Snape asked harshly.
"When he was teaching you how to cast it."
Professor Snape halted his walking abruptly, Dahlia and Professor Dumbledore turned to him. He was looking down at Dahlia, full of curiosity. "What were you thinking at the time that you cast that curse?"
"I just wanted it to stop hurting Harry, I didn't know what else to do." She said, tears forming in her eyes.
"Why do you ask, Severus?"
Professor Snape took his wand out and cast a wordless spell to conceal their conversation. "In order for the curse to be successful, one must think of the most hateful thing they have ever done. It's not that simple though..." he said with a hush to his voice. "The Dementor didn't die because..." Professor Snape closed his eyes, and let out a sigh of disturbance. "It is the reason why anyone who passes that test is automatically a favourite of His."
"The hateful act that you had done- you had to have enjoyed doing it." Dahlia concluded.
"Exactly so." Professor Snape confirmed.
Professor Dumbledore studied Professor Snape with piercing eyes, no doubt wondering what evil act he'd done that he had enjoyed doing. Professor Snape avoided the Headmaster's gaze uncomfortably, looking very nervous before Professor Dumbledore sighed nearly soundlessly. "It is all in the past, Severus. We need not to dwell on the things that we can not change. We must focus on the things that have changed." Professor Snape bowed his head with gratitude. Professor Dumbledore then smiled and looked down at Dahlia. "We may have discovered a new defense spell though."
"A new one?" Dahlia asked.
He nodded and hummed a tune. "We should do some testing, Severus." He announced mysteriously. Professor Snape didn't at all look like he was excited to hear that.
* / *
As Dahlia stepped out of the Great Hall that night, the shoulder of her robes were gripped and she was pulled off to the side of the corridor. Draco put a finger to his lips as a hoard of students thudded passed them, not paying the two any attention. They looked each other in the eye for the first time in several weeks.
"What?" She demanded in a whisper.
He casually leaned up against the wall, pretending to ignore her. "I heard that a Dementor scared the Gryffindor out of you."
"You showed how much you cared about me." Dahlia grumbled. "You didn't come by the Infirmary."
"I wanted to!" He snapped, scowling at the crowd thundering pass them. "But only one student was allowed to visit, and Harry hogged that position!"
Dahlia sighed. "Don't be mad at Harry."
"I'm not." He said bitterly through grit teeth, making Dahlia think that he was probably in denial. He then tossed his head toward their 'secret' meeting place, and stalked off.
The hall was slowly quieting down now, as the many groups of students thinned. Dahlia waited three minutes before she made way for Myrtle's bathroom. It was empty besides the Slytherin who was waiting for her. His eyes softened upon her entrance.
"So you're jealous?" Dahlia asked.
He lifted a shoulder carelessly. "Maybe." He admitted slowly.
"Over me?"
"Possibly." Draco answered uncertainly.
"And what are you going to do about it?" She pressed. "You're not going to break your friendship off with Harry Potter all because, for some weird reason, you like his cousin and get envious when he wants to make sure she is taken care of."
Draco grunted and crossed his arms. "Is that a question? Or a statement?"
"You like being friends with Harry, don't you?" She asked gently.
"Yes, of course I do."
"Then you are not going to end your friendship because of me." Dahlia told him. "It'd be for a stupid reason- we can't be together anyway. You've probably been assigned a future wife already."
"Not yet." Draco said quietly.
"No?"
"No." His eyes flared in fury. "It'll be announced by Christmas." He muttered.
"Why don't you just talk to your father?" Dahlia asked, stepping up to him, and taking one of his hands. She watched him purse his lips at her question, but his hand softly wrapped around hers with a warm welcome.
"I tried." He said, following with a heavy sigh. "I am not allowed to marry anyone who has had muggle blood in them in the past five generations, and that's only because there aren't any surviving absolute pureblood girls that are available."
"Can't you just postpone the decision?"
Draco shook his head. "There's a reason it's done during this time. Several reasons actually."
"Like?"
"Well..." he paused thoughtfully. "For one thing, the good ones are always picked first."
Dahlia made a face. "They are fought over..."
"Actually, it is I who is fought over..."
"That's barbaric, you know?"
Draco nodded solemnly. "Sometimes I even wish I wasn't so...Pure. Life would be much simpler if I were halfblood instead."
Dahlia gasped mockingly. "No way! Have you gone mad?!"
He smirked. "Probably."
"I know countless of guys who envy you because of your Purity." Dahlia said.
Draco frowned. "How pathetic am I? I have so much, yet, I wish for something I can't have."
"It makes you normal." Dahlia told him quietly. "It's only human, really. We are all the same way."
"Even you?" He raised an eyebrow. "I've never once heard you voice anything you've ever wanted. Gift shopping for you is an absolute nightmare."
She chewed the inside of her cheek in thought. "I have never been given the opportunity to think about it."
Draco gave her a doubtful look. "Of course you have!"
"Not really..." she shook her head.
"Think about it right now then." He said, taking her other hand in his and smiling slightly down at it. "If you could have anything in the entire Universe, what would it be?"
"Peace." She blurted without much thought.
"Um..." he let out a soft chuckle. "Yeah, okay, we're alone, Lia, you don't have to pretend to be some innocent, little girl with me."
"It's peace, Draco." She said seriously. "That's really why I'm here."
Draco's mouth twisted into an odd angle while he eyed her carefully, likely seeing if he could tell if she was lying. "I can't help agreeing with Ron on how strange you are."
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