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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 49-
"The Y in Dursley is a vowel." Hermione corrected Dahlia the next day, as they wrote down their name in Arithamancy and assigned each letter a number.
"Hmm, I think it could be considered either way..." Dahlia said, squinting her eyes in thought. "I'll do it both ways, and see what I get."
"Am I supposed to use my middle name too?" A Hufflepuff boy asked Hermione, who he sat by. His paper was blotched with a gazillion ink mistakes.
"You can do it either way." Hermione answered.
"And maybe you might want a fresh piece of parchment?" Dahlia suggested, handing him a piece.
"Thanks." He whispered and rewrote his name down. Roger Daniel Malone. "I don't know why I picked this. I like deciphering codes, but numbers completely confuse me."
"It's easy." Hermione said gently, and then walked him through the steps.
"Mine don't make sense." Dahlia whispered to herself in confusion. Her name aligned well with how she thought she was as an individual, but when she went by her birthday, the numbers were inconsistent than with the ones from her name conversion.
"Hmm?" Hermione asked, mostly absorbed in her study.
"Nothing..." Dahlia answered, staring at her results.
Arithamancy ended soon after that, Dahlia went to ask Hermione a question, but the girl had disappeared quickly. Dahlia found that odd, but soon forgot about it when Draco stopped her from venturing far down the corridor.
"How'd yours go?" He asked conversationally.
"Not well..." she showed him what she had come up with.
"Nurturing, caring, smug, a puppeteer..." he let out a soft grunt. "I fail to see the errors, Miss Dursley."
"But in one string, I am this hell crazed, caring, selfish, devoted soul, and in the next, I'm am a creative, arrogant leader who wants no recognition? That makes no sense at all! They don't match up."
Draco shrugged. "I guess that just means you're well rounded."
Dahlia sighed and snatched her paper back from Draco. "So, what'd you get, Mr. Malfoy?" She asked, searching for his own results.
"Not telling." He sung out playfully.
"Why not? I told you mine!"
"And you practically snagged every number off the string, leaving no numbers left for the rest of us!" He chuckled. Draco then turned from her, and started walking away.
"Where you going?!" She demanded with a huff.
"My next class - of course! See you in Care of the Magical Creatures."
Dahlia made her way to the Transfigurations classroom. "What's wrong?" Dahlia asked Harry who looked like he was troubled over something. Then she noticed the rest of the Gryffindors that were surrounding him were avoiding from looking at him.
"Draco was right!" Hermione said to Dahlia, stepping up to her. "Divinations is rubbish!" She made an awkward glance toward Harry before walking into the Transfigurations class room.
"Huh?!" Dahlia asked in confusion. How would Hermione know this...? She was just in Arithamancy with her.
"Harry got the Grim." Ron muttered to Dahlia.
"It was in his teacup!" Lavender said.
"Oh, Harry..." Dahlia breathed. "Do you think you're going to die now? You don't really believe it's true, do you?"
"Forgive me for being just a bit worried." He said uneasily, taking a seat in the back of the class. The prediction had done a number on him. His face was pale, and he looked like he could throw up at any moment.
"Harry, I have had visions of you a lot older than you are now." Dahlia murmured to him, quiet enough for only him to hear.
"Really?" He asked a bit surprised. "Tell me about them."
Dahlia shook her head. "I can't, sorry." she quickly busied herself with her Transfigurations book, as Professor McGonagall started the lesson, speaking about Animagi. A bit later, the professor transformed into a cat, but most of the class had been paying no attention to her. They kept making nervous glances toward Harry, perhaps thinking he was going to die before the class was even through.
Professor McGonagall addressed her class impatiently. "I've just done an incredible thing, and not one of you have noticed? What is wrong with you?!"
The entire class turned to look at Harry, as if that was enough of an answer.
"Professor, we were reading leaves in our first Divinations class-"
"Oh, yes, that." Professor McGonagall interrupted Hermione, her eyebrows creased as she frowned. "No need to say anything more, Miss Granger, which of you will die this year?"
"Certainly not Harry Potter." Dahlia mumbled as Harry blandly answered with a quiet, "Me."
Dahlia learned then that Professor McGonagall didn't quite favour the Divinations subject nor its teacher. She kept her cool though, explaining to Harry and to the rest of the class that a true seer was rare and that he looked perfectly healthy to her. Professor McGonagall's homework joke didn't ease a few of the students though. Lavender brought up Professor Trelawney's prediction of Neville's breakages of a pair of teacups. And Ron still eyed his best friend cautiously.
At lunch, Hermione tried cheering up Ron, who didn't seem to want to eat.
"Have you seen a giant black dog, Harry?" he asked.
"Yep." Dahlia answered, nonchalantly.
Ron dropped his fork, creating a loud commotion as it fell onto his plate.
"We nursed a stray dog back to health." Harry explained, taking a bite of his stew.
"It's the Grim!" Ron gasped.
"He is not the Grim, Ron." Dahlia rolled her eyes. "Perhaps what the leaves were saying was that Harry could expect a life changing event that starts with a large dog."
"That makes much more sense to me." Hermione said. "When did the dog show up, and how long did it stay for?"
"About two weeks before the term started." Harry answered. "And it left the day we did."
Dahlia tilted her head smugly at Ron. "Not the Grim. Harry would have died by now, wouldn't you think? And so would I have, and even Dudley too."
Ron looked away from Dahlia. "I suppose you're right." He grumbled.
"Course I am." Dahlia said making him snort unhappily.
"Well, you don't have to rub it in!"
"Course I do." She said, giggling. Hermione and Harry joined her.
They then went to attend their Care of the Magical Creatures, the class Hagrid was now teaching.
"Are we supposed to call you Professor now?" Dahlia asked.
Hagrid chuckled bashfully. "No, no, Hagrid's me name. No need to get all professional 'ere. Now, how 'bout ye open up ye books?"
"How?" Draco asked with a cold, drawling voice. He took out his book that had also been bound shut like Harry's, but he had used a piece of rope instead. Everyone followed his lead. Dahlia's was the only one that didn't have any physical looking binding to keep hers from snapping its razer sharp teeth.
"No one has opened teir books?" Hagrid asked in disbelief.
"They're a bit snappy, Hagrid." Dahlia said gently as everyone shook their heads to his question.
Hagrid took Hermione's taped up book and removed the tape. The book instantly started snapping its jaws, but with a demonstrated stroke of the binder, Hagrid opened the book, and it went still.
"Oh, how obvious!" Draco sneered sarcastically.
"I-I thought they were funny." Hagrid said quietly.
"Oh, yes, endangering our lives with a man eating book! How absolutely humourous!"
"Draco!" Harry hissed quietly to him. "Shut up!"
Draco pursed his lips out and muttered something that couldn't be understood.
"What's your problem?" Dahlia asked Draco after Hagrid disappeared, claiming he'd return quickly.
"The book's just dumb." He grumbled.
"It's pretty brilliant, if you can get passed the idea of it wanting to gnaw your arm off."
"I happen to really like my arm."
"But did you expect anything different with Hagrid? Remember what he did in our first year?"
"How could I forget? The man risks both his physical and social life for a bunch of stupid animals."
"It's kinda sweet though- how he values the life of the creatures no one else does. They all deserve love, not just the sweet, fluffy, cute ones."
Draco rolled his eyes and joined the rest of their classmates who were goggling over the creatures that Hagrid had lead into the paddock. He called them Hippogriffs. No one really wanted to go near them, having had learned about Hagrid's taste for dangerous creatures. But after Harry showed the class (rather hesitantly, only offering to go first for Hagrid's benefit) that they weren't so bad, everyone felt more confident in approaching the Hippogriffs then.
"Nice lead, Harry." Dahlia commented, as he watched Hermione and Ron pet one.
"Oi, check this out, everyone!" Draco called out softly. Like the other third years, he had taken a bit of an interest with the Hippogriffs, he was scratching the top of Buckbeat's head who appeared to be immensely enjoying his touch, his eyes were closed, and his wings were relaxed. Buckbeat was letting out a pleasure filled groan to Draco's massaging fingers.
"Yeh foun' his ma'ical scratchin' spot!" Hagrid informed approvingly. "If yeh did tat for severa' minutes, he'd drif' off ta sleep."
Draco looked smug and looked around to see if any of the others had accomplished such. Those who had heard the exchange between he and Hagrid were trying the head scratching, but no Hippogriff looked as comfortable as the one Draco was managing.
"May I ride Buckbeat, sir?" Draco asked.
Hagrid thought about it before saying, "I tink we ought wait 'til teh next lesson. We don' want teh overwhelm 'em."
"So long as I get to go first." Draco puffed out his chest. "Aren't you something, hmm." He said softly to Buckbeat. "You remind me of Gittle back home. Mum's prize peacock hen; very intimating bird. That is, until you start petting her exactly in the same spot as you like it. Is it a bird thing?"
"Draco..." Pansy purred seductively. "You're such a natural." She batted her eyelids adoringly. Dahlia rolled her eyes. "I heard you were taking Arithamancy. It's too bad I didn't know before hand- I would have also signed up."
"Pity." He drawled with a hint of sarcasm. "Such is life, Pansy. Perhaps next year, luck will be on your side."
"Got something in your eye, Parkinson?" Harry asked, noticing her eye batting.
"Pay attention to your own work!" She snapped in a repulsive, unladylike way. At that moment, Buckbeat snapped his beak at Pansy, making her jump back with a loud squeak.
"Whoa!" Draco put himself between the Hippogriff and Pansy, raising his hands to distract him from her. "Easy there, Bucky." He coaxed Buckbeat gently, petting the front of his neck as Pansy quickly joined one of her girlfriends. His calming words set Buckbeat back at ease. "I don't like her much either." He murmured to the Hippogriff, who's eyes squinted back closed as Draco's delicate strokes continued to sooth him. "But we mustn't harm the ladies." Then he grunted with a dark amusing thought. "Even if they don't act like one."
"Interesting..." Dahlia observed to herself. Was Buckbeat jealous of Pansy? Jealous for no reason? Could he sense Draco's dislike for the girl? Or had Pansy's outburst upset him? Curiously, she stepped up to Buckbeat at a safe distance and waited for his attention to turn toward her. Buckbeat cocked his head to the side just slightly and eyed her fiercely, as if he was judging her on her stare alone. Dahlia then slowly bowed, and, after a moment, so did he. "Good boy." she whispered, and tapped his beak.
"Isn't he lovely?" Draco asked. He had watched her entire moment with Buckbeat. "I can't wait until I can ride him."
"I am perfectly fine with just feeding him treats and talking to him." Dahlia said, chuckling nervously at the thought of soaring high in the sky on an animal that was an easy ten times her size.
"Some Gryffie you are." Draco teased.
"I fair well in the house." She defended her title.
"You'd be a better Slytherin."
The lesson ended then. Buckbeat never did snap at Dahlia for talking with Draco. He must have liked Pansy just as much as Draco did.
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