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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 5-

Dahlia sat on Dudley's bed, reading one of her new books, watching her brother and cousin play their game every so often. Dudley had been allowing Harry to play his games with him, the two boys forming a bond of friendship quickly now that Dudley wasn't such a toerag anymore.
"Harry..." Dalia asked for her cousin's attention when she had suddenly thought of something. Harry was too absorbed in the video game to acknowledge her.
"No, Harry!" Dudley shouted. "This way!" The two boys were working together on annihilating a castle filled with ghosts. Dudley lead his character to a chest, looking for a key to a locked door.
Dahlia tried playing with them occasionally, but she was no good at those games. She preferred watching the boys, joining in on their moments of excitement during the many 'dangerous' adventures of their games.
"Found it!" Harry announced.
"Bring it here." Dudley, who was the master at games, made his character jump to show Harry where he was.
"I'm lost." Harry said after a moment, squinting at the screen in then let out a screech, whipping his character around the other way after a very strong ghoul suddenly started chasing him down a corridor after he had opened the wrong door.
"Run!" Dudley yelled, giggling amusingly as Harry aimlessly steered his character from danger.
Harry finally reached Dudley, and opened the door they needed to pass to the next level. "Now that is what I call luck." Harry let out a whoosh of air, wiping his forehead with relief.
"Pure luck." Dudley agreed, grinning and punching him playfully in the shoulder.
"Can I talk to you now?" Dahlia asked Harry impatiently.
"Aw, come on, Dahlia, we're busy playing!" Dudley whined.
"I want him to try some spells with my wand." She said
Both boys set down their console controllers. Dahlia had their full attention now.
"I thought you weren't allowed to cast magic?" Dudley inquired.
"Professor Snape said that I couldn't, he never said anything about Harry though. And, until I got my wand, I was permitted to perform magic. Harry doesn't have a wand yet." She held her wand out to Harry, who took it from her. "I was reading through the books that I got. After looking at your list of school supplies from your letter, I noticed an extra title. Professor Snape may have thought it would be a useful read." She opened the book up to a place in it.
"You read half of it already?!" Dudley asked.
Dahlia nodded with an answer. "It says here that a wand allows you the ability to control your magic. I was under the impression that you could only use your wand, and yours alone, but I assumed wrong." She looked up from the book to look at Harry. "Do you want to try a spell?"
Harry grinned widely. "Do you really have to ask?!"
Dudley turned off his game and stood next to Dahlia in heavy interest to see what Harry was going to do.
"There seems to be lot of simple spells. First Year spells, they call them. There's one that makes your wand into a fireless torch. All you have to say is 'Lumos'. The more feeling you put into it, the brighter the light will be."
Harry nodded. "I remember reading the different spells." He gripped Dahlia's wand anxiously, excited to finally cast a real spell. He wet his lips, "Lumos!"
The room was pierced with a light so blinding that it made their heads hurt with a sharp pain.
"Nox!" Harry turned out the light after he recalled the spell on how to turn the light off.
"Whoa!" Dudley exclaimed. "That is brilliant! Painful; but brilliant."
"Try it again, with less... eagerness." Dahlia suggested.
Harry did so, and the light shined like a flash light. Dahlia grinned. "This is so so neat, Harry!" She squealed. "I can't wait until I can try it out for myself."
"Let's try more." Harry said, matching her excitement. He closed his eyes in thought, trying to remember a spell off the list. He pointed to Dudley's closed bedroom door. "Colloportus." A click sounded, indicating the door had locked.
"My God, do you know what you can do with all this?" Dudley asked in disbelief. His face then fell with sadness. "I feel so... jipped."
"Well, at least you're not a freak like us, Dud." Harry said quietly with a small smile.
"I think being a freak might be worth it!"
"I'll agree."
"Come on, there's lots of information we should read, Harry. We don't want to be the only ones who don't know anything."
The boys followed Dahlia to her room across from Dudley's. They sat on the floor, surrounded by a mountain of books. "This one explains about each house in full detail." She informed them.
"Hufflepuff?" Dudley raised his eye brows. "Really lame name-compared to the others, I mean."
"Yeah, I thought so too."
"Lia, you could easily be sorted into any one of these." Harry said, after Dahlia had read them exerts on each house, including poems from Howarts.
"I was thinking about joining Slytherin, but..." she paused, deep in thought. Slytherin would not give her what she needed. She loved that house for many reasons, but she was beginning to think that she wouldn't fit in there well at all. It would definitely defeat any of her motives.
"Ravenclaw?" Harry suggested, eyeing her shelves of books that she kept in her room. Dahlia had kept every single book she had ever gotten in her life.
"Harry, I like books, but it doesn't mean that I want to live with a bunch of smart people. I would feel really dumb as a member of that house. I am not a genius or anything. Besides, I have seen the brainiacs at school, they never have any fun with their constant stressing of grade points. Can you imagine being surrounded by people like that?"
"True." Harry agreed.
"And you can't join Hufflepuff." Dudley said, pointing at a poem. "That's where all the kids go when they don't fit anywhere else. Would you want to be a reject?"
"You would get to meet a load of different people though." Harry said thoughtfully.
"Gryffindor sounds cool." said Dudley. "It's where all the warriors go."
"And where does it say that?" Dahlia crossed her arms.
"It's the house of the brave and adventurous. Two things a warrior must consist of, or he'd never pass a level in Zelderac." Dudley said, grinning at his game reference.
Harry shrugged. "I am liking Hufflepuff, they are hard workers, and I would say they would have the most fun."
"How is hard working any fun at all?" Dudley gave a confused look.
"What meant when I said that, was that it appears that they don't worry much about anything."
"They are carefree." Dahlia nodded. "It would be nice to just... deal with problems as they come up rather than having to plan everything ahead of time."
Dudley snorted. "As if you can ever do that!"
Dahlia chewed on the inside of her lip. "Maybe I can."
Harry gave Dahlia a doubtful look. "Prove it."
"How?"
"Throw away your organizer." Dudley said.
Dahlia gasped. "No! I can't. I need it to remember things!"
"Like when to blow your nose?" Dudley asked.
"Or when to use the loo?" Harry added.
"When you can eat your daily allowance of sweets?"
"When to set the alarm clock?"
"Okay okay, stop." Dahlia sighed. "But I can't throw it out. I'll need my organizer for school, to make sure I am not late to any lessons."
"You're going to need a text one, Lia." Harry told her, looking at a page in her book.
"Why?"
"Batteries and electronics don't work at Hogwarts. Says so right here." He pointed.
Dahlia snatched the book from Harry and read the page.
"No video games?!" Dudley asked in horror.
"'Fraid not."
"Professor Snape left out that tad bit of information. That's a drastic change from our ordinary life." Dahlia said to Harry.
"We can manage, Dahlia." Harry assured her.
* / *
For the next two weeks, the Dursley house was divided between the kids and the adults. Neither group said much to the other.
During this time, Harry and Dahlia had tutored Dudley with cooking lessons and also proper hygiene when it came to handling food.
"You must always wash your hands before and after handling any food." Harry said sternly.
"That means no touching anything besides what you need to cook with. Including your mouth, eyes, nose, ears, hair, and back. None of that." Dahlia said, matching Harry's tone.
"Especially your butt." Harry added. The three kids burst out in laughter at that.
When they finished helping Dudley with his first batch of scones, he had frowned at the mess of his finished product over Harry and Dahlia's perfectly formed treats. "Mine look so awful!"
"It takes practice, Dud." Harry told him gently. "Why don't you have a taste?"
Dudley carefully took a bite, having doubts that it would taste any better than it looked. His eyes widened. "It's... GREAT!" He exclaimed. "Even better than yours, Dahlia! How come?"
"That is called enjoying the fruits of your labour." Harry informed him, smiling at Dudley's happiness. "It's what makes hard work pay off."
Mum came in the kitchen then, clearing her throat coldly for their attention.
"Yes?" Dudley asked, snatching another scone from the plate.
"Sit down." She said stiffly, gesturing to the table. "All of you."
They all sat at the dinner table, Dahlia setting the scones in the center of it in case her mother wanted to eat one.
"Since that man... Snape." Mum said his name like he was a fly on a pile of dung. "Has threatened our lives, I see no other choice than to give Harry the guest room." She sighed with annoyance. "I do not know what we will do when Marge comes to visit, but we have no other choice."
"She can sleep in my room." Dudley offered.
"And where would you sleep?"Mum asked.
Dudley shrugged. "Harry's room?"
Mum ignored that suggestion. She set her eyes onto Dahlia. "I expect you to continue to hide whatever freakish things you are capable off. I will not be considered as one of you."
Dahlia nodded. The look her mother gave her was upsetting. Like she was covered in some disgusting, smelly goo that no matter how much effort you made to remove it, it still clung on. "Of course, Mum." She said, blocking back tears, as she came upon the realization that her mother was officially rejecting her.
"Since you seem so persistent on leaving this household, we have decided to just send you off. It will make our life easier anyway."
"Yes, because Dahlia has always made an effort to make your life terrible." Harry muttered.
"Shut it!" Mum hissed.
"While we are talking about new schools." Dudley reached into the pocket of his trousers. "Last year, as a joke, Edison's older brother talked us into applying for one. He assisted us with the forms. I am sure now that he was just playing us to be mean, but, for some unknown reason, they have accepted my application." He handled the letter to his mother. "I didn't want to go before because I didn't want to leave Dahlia, but now that she is going to her own new school, I want to go. I just need your signature."
Mum gasped when she read the letter. "Diddy, this is a year around boarding school!" Her lip quivered in sadness.
"They have the most wicked rugby team, and I want to be on it."
"You're not going!" Mum said firmly.
Dahlia was curious as to what this was going to lead to. She was surprised that her twin had shown any interest academically, even if it was to pursue a sport. While he had decent grades, he had never shown to have a major interest in school. Although, he was an okay rugby player, even if he was big.
"If Dahlia can go to a new school then I want to too!" Dudley wailed, his face turning red, a perfect imitation of what their father could do. "That's not fair!"
"Oh, Diddlydums." Mum put her face into her hands and started sobbing. "I don't want to lose you too!"
"You have lost no one, Mum, you're just being stupid!" Dudley said crossly.
Mum's wails then became louder as she succeeded in making Dudley feel guilty. Dahlia rolled her eyes. Dudley was such a sap when it came to Mum.
He sighed heavily. "I'll write everyday..." he said quietly, trying to make her feel better. "It will be a fresh start for me, Mum. I can start dieting like the doctor has been wanting me to. They will help me with all that, since they have athletic programs there. They won't want a fat kid on their team."
Mum looked at Dudley with endearment, her eyes puffy and red. "Are you really sure?"
Dudley nodded. "I want to at least give it a try."
Mum stared at her hands for a minute before she nodded. "Fine."
"You think Dad would care?" Dudley asked worriedly.
Mum smiled lovingly at him. "Your Dad will be very happy to hear that you have an interest in a sport."
* / *
"You have to buy Harry some clothes too." Dudley said to Mum who just set a pile of slacks in the trolley for Dudley. They were at the mall, buying school clothes for the twins.
Mum sneered at Harry before trudging on.
"What was that man's name?" Dahlia asked Harry in a whisper. "The one Professor Snape threatened Mum and Dad with?"
"Um..." Harry looked up at the ceiling in thought. "Dumble...dore?"
"Oh, yes." Dahlia said, nodding. "Mum was scared of his name mentioning."
"Professor Snape seemed to enjoy her distress over it too."
"He was also upset by your appearance." She pointed out.
"Yeah..." Harry trailed off. No one besides Dahlia had seemed to care about his oversized clothing.
"I got an idea though." She said, grinning mischievously.
Harry raised his eyebrows suspiciously. "What are you planning, Lia?"
Dahlia looked at her mother who was sizing a shirt up against Dudley. "You can't go to Hogwarts in Dudley's old worn out clothes. This new school will be the beginning of something great, and you should dress the part. First impressions are very important."
"I won't argue if I can get proper fitting clothes." He said, pinching the oversized shirt he wore. "But I'd be surprise if you can coerce her."
Dahlia lead Harry to the section for smaller boys. "Pick out anything you want." She told him.
He eyed her uncertainly. "Are you sure about this? I would hate to have you get into trouble, all just for me."
She snatched a shirt from the stand. "Come on, just do it. I am sure this will work. You said you wanted new clothes."
He had to go to the dressing room to find out his waist size, but afterward, he took down five pairs of pants and five assorted colored striped shirts.
Dahlia then took them from him and started walking off toward her mother. "Don't forget shoes. Two pairs." She told him. Harry watched her, dunderstrucked, as she placed them into the trolley.
"What are you doing?" Mum demanded in a hiss.
"These are going to be Harry's new clothes." Dahlia announced.
"Put them back now!"
"But, Mummy, if we don't get Harry some new clothes, Professor Snape will send that Dumbledore man to our house!" Dahlia wailed. "And, after what Professor Snape did to you and Daddy and Duddlers, I am afraid to think what Dumbledore might do!"
Mum froze up in terror. She shakily nodded her head. "O-okay... Tell Harry to get whatever he needs."
"Yes, Mummy." Dahlia turned from her mother and hurried back to the shoe department Harry was in. A triumphant grin displayed on her face.
"How did you do it?" Harry instantly asked, noting her smug look.
Dahlia giggled. "I just sort of reminded her of what Professor Snape had said, that's all."
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