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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: Just a warning, this chapter gets a bit graphic with a small amount of horror... depending on how active your mind is.

# Chapter 50
Dahlia hated it when Hermione would join her in the girls bathroom to talk. She used Myrtle's bathroom as a private getaway, a place to think and be alone, but Hermione often ruined that. Dahlia would have used the room Myrtle had shown her last year, but Dahlia considered it much too relaxing. Overly relaxing. She'd usually fall asleep in it and lose track of time.
Dahlia closed her eyes, holding in an outburst of annoyance. She sat in a loo stall, her head leaning against a divider wall, trying to tune out Hermione's complaints about Divinations.
"Just drop out then if you don't like it." Dahlia finally interrupted her, losing her patience. She had to get ready for what she and Harry were going to do tonight. Dahlia needed all the power that she could muster up, which meant she needed lots of rest and relaxation.
"You won't hear any judgement from me about it."
"I plan on it." Hermione's footsteps padded across the stone flooring as she made her way to one of the sinks to wash her hands. "I just hope Professor McGonagall will understand."
Dahlia rolled her eyes. Professor McGonagall thought Hermione to be her very best student of all the third years. It made Dahlia wonder if the woman found similarities in Hermione in that of herself. "Professor McGonagall will probably praise you for dropping the class. She finds it as redundant as you do."
"You're right, I'll go talk to her about it now."
"Okay." Thank you, Lord!
But Dahlia didn't get a moment of privacy like she had been expecting to be able to after Hermione had left the bathroom. As she stepped out of the stall that she had hauled herself inside of, Draco entered the bathroom.
"I'm busy." She announced, irritated.
"Oh, truly you are." He said sarcastically with a smirk.
"I am trying to think."
"About?" He asked curiously.
Dahlia shrugged. "Stuff."
"I've been thinking about stuff too." He said, approaching her.
"Like?"
He stared at her as if memorizing her face before asking, "Has anyone told you that you have pretty eyes?"
She smiled, charmed by his dazing look. "You may have mentioned it once or twice."
"I think I am in love with them."
"Draco..." She couldn't deal with this now. Ever since that kiss at the end of the year, Draco's feelings for her had amplified.
He closed the space between them. "I'd marry you if I could." He murmured.
"But you can't." Dahlia said. "You're going to have a girl assigned to you soon."
"I'm not sure I care about that much anymore." With that, he kissed her, delicately pressing his lips to hers. His touch so gentle and so sweet. It was wrong, she knew it was. She couldn't have him. And by allowing this to go any further, all this would do would tease him.
Dahlia pulled from him. She just couldn't do this to Draco. "I'm sorry." She whispered to him. "But we really can't do this!" She summoned her bag and rushed out of the bathroom, tears filling her eyes.
Draco was not hers. Dahlia would have to remind herself of that very often. He had a future set ahead and she was not apart of it. Soon, he'd belong to someone and Dahlia couldn't stop that from occurring. Nor should she.
It would be easier to convince herself if he wasn't the perfect match for her. If her heart didn't thud while she was so close to him, close enough to smell the sweet shampoo he used on his hair that could make her mind wander further than it should.
She clenched her fists, sternly scolding herself for meddling with Draco's feelings. And hers. Blast her! She had been foolish to have underestimated his youth. She hadn't meant for it to go this far. He was more mature than she had originally thought. Probably stemming from the idea of an arranged marriage hanging over his head. Though, it'd be a while before they would make it real, the thought of having a wife so young could have aged him sooner rather than later.
Dahlia shook her head from the thoughts of Draco. Right now she could not stress herself.
"Dursley!" Someone called for her, just as she went to walk into a deserted room, hoping to hide from any more disruptions. Dahlia turned to see Jude waving to her. Dahlia found that odd, since she had finished her Hogwarts education last year.
Jude didn't look any worse than the last time Dahlia had seen her. The girl's hair still looked like it belonged to a corpse of a dead old woman, and her skin was pale, but at least there were no new problems like there had been before during their past.
"What are you doing here?" Dahlia asked.
"I have something for you." Jude whispered, taking out a white cloth from her robes. It smelled funny. Of an unpleasant chemical. The odor was awfully strong and quickly made Dahlia dizzy. "Wrap this around the handle of your wand." Jude instructed quickly.
"What is it?" Dahlia pinched it between two fingers, not too excited to touch it without knowing what the rag really was.
"It's been soaked in a substance made with Chameleon wee; mixed with a bit of jasmine essence- to reduce the smell."
"Sickening!" Dahlia shrieked, letting it go. The rag fluttered to the ground.
Jude rolled her eyes and picked it up. "You muggleborns are so finicky! Listen! It will temporarily allow you to cast spells with your wand- with your full power, mind you. Your wand will no longer be a handicap!" She smiled, pleased with herself, showing her set of half missing teeth.
"How do you know?" Dahlia wrinkled her face, staring at the soiled rag Jude held out to her.
Jude glanced around uneasily before she muttered. "I invented it myself. I tested it, and it really works."
"You invented it? Why?"
Jude sighed with annoyance. "For such a smart girl, you can be so ruddy thick!" She pointed to a doorknob across the corridor, and it began to glow hot and red.
Dahlia gasped. "You can-"
"Shhh!" Jude hissed. "I must go now!" she said abruptly. "Tell no one that I was here! I mean it! No one!"
Dahlia nodded, puzzled by Jude's sudden frenzy.
Jude took off down the corridor in a hurried fashion. A moment later, her appearance changed. She was now a tiny animal about the size of a large domesticated cat. She had several spikes sticking from her, but also many bald spots along her round body. Jude was able to scurry away at a faster speed in her animungas form; a hedgehog.
Dahlia cringed at the nasty rag in her hand, but if Jude was right, then it could be very useful to her. Scrunching out her lips in disgust, she carefully wrapped it around her wand's handle and sighed. Why she was doing it so delicately she had no idea, since she'd have to touch the handle to cast with it anyway. She could always wash her hands really really well afterward.
Dahlia took a large breath. Now to see if it worked. She pointed her wand to the doorknob that Jude had enchanted. "Revert." She ordered. With no detection that she had done it, the doorknob darkened back to the brown it had been previously. Dahlia's mouth shot open. Jude was right! It worked! She was a miracle worker! Did that mean Dahlia could pass Transfigurations and Charms easily now since she could use her wandless magic with this magical rag?
She looked at her watch, checking the time. It was almost time for dinner. Harry was probably with Sirius right now who hid out in what Sirius had called The Shrieking Shack. Dahlia hoped that Harry could talk him into staying there for a bit longer. Then he could walk out as an innocent man.
Dinner came a lagging forty minutes later. Dahlia sat between Harry and Ron as the serving plates filled with the glorious food that the house elves had made for them.
"Oi, Lia." Ron held out Scabbers. "You sill thik you can 'eal 'im?" He asked through a mouthful of potatoes.
Dahlia tried not to think about the disgusting glob in his mouth and instead gave a small nod, forcing a smile. Her heart began to thud as she took the rat into her hands, knowing she was now holding a traitor. A killer.
"A rat at the dinner table?!" Lavender shrieked. "That's hardly sanitary, Ronald!"
"No more than your furry, little, pudgy guinea pig that you keep feeding scraps to!" Hermione snapped, scowling at Lavender's fuzzy, white companion, who she had named Ariella.
Lavender made a sneering face at Hermione and returned to talking with Parvati.
"Alright Scabbers..." Dahlia said gently. He squirmed a bit, but she held onto him firmly. "What's your problem, Rat?" She asked him. "Do you need some care? I'll make sure you get exactly what you deserve." Dahlia lifted him up to look into his black, beady eyes. He let out an unhappy squeak.
A wave of images began flickering in the back of Dahlia's mind, the eyes of the rat piercing it, and igniting a fear that she had never experienced before. Her grip tightened around Scabbers as the students' surrounding chatter ceased from her coherence. Then the moment at Hogwarts disappeared right from her sight. Instead, her mind was back into the room that she had dreamt of the night before.
Dahlia's whole body shook violently as Blake entered in swiftly after noticing her. His glistening, black eyes solely on her, ignoring the man that was pleading for mercy in that very same room.
"What do you think is 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."
Dahlia shrunk back from him, backing herself behind a desk, putting it between them. "Let me heal him, Blake." She requested quietly. "Please let me heal him."
"That is something I am not going to permit."
Dahlia's eyes twitched nervously. Her arm stung horribly, and she was trying so hard to not cry out from it. When she tasted blood, she realized she had bit the inside of her lip, cutting a hunk from it. She forced her eyes to stay still. She could not look toward the stranger who was breathing heavily and making tiny grunts from his own pain. "You can't let him suffer anymore." She said with tears trickling down her face.
Blake thought on her words for a moment before he nodded. "Yes, perhaps he has suffered enough." Blake came around the desk and Dahlia fliched as he gripped onto her shoulder, pulling her out back into the open part of the room. "You should end his misery right now."
She shook her head, knowing he wasn't giving her permission to heal any wounds. "No..."
Blake set a knife into her hand and stepped behind her, leaning down to whisper into her ear, "Right between the eyes would be just perfect, I'd say." With both hands, he forced her head up to look at the man that had been bound high up against the wall. Stains of dripping blood streaked down the white colored wall beneath him.
Dahlia froze in terror. "Please don't make me hurt him!" she sobbed hoarsely.
"No! Don't kill me!" The man wailed. "Just let me go, I swear I'll tell no one of this place!"
"You must both be punished." Blake said to Dahlia, pointing at the man. "Do it now." He ordered her.
"No!" She screamed, dropping the knife. "I can't!"
"You can." the knife floated elegantly up and placed itself back into her hand. "You only need to believe in yourself."
"I won't hurt him, Blake!" Dahlia cried, gripping the handle of the knife. "I won't!"
"Yes, you will." He purred. "Or else I'll be forced to finish him off myself, and then I'll have to do it my way. Do you want that to happen, my little Devi?"
"I am not a Devi!" She shouted with a burst of anger.
"No..." he shook his head in mock disappointment. "Unfortunately not... It's quite a shame really. Not to worry, I do plan on changing that." He snatched the back of her neck and reined her into the room next door.
"No! Please!" She begged.
"What do you expect me to do with you?" Blake asked smoothly. "I surely can't allow you to disobey me." He roughly shoved her forward into the room and left her, the door closing magically behind him, locking with a click. The room was dark and cold. Bone chilling cold. But that's not what frightened her.
"Let me out!" She screamed, her breath fogging the frozen air. She rushed to the door and pounded on it. "Let me out! Please, Blake!" the sound of tiny scurrying feet made her turn around. Dahlia took a breath and held it in, frightened that just the slightest movement would set them off. She couldn't see them fully, just their beady, black eyes, staring eerily back up at her. Twenty pairs of them. Maybe more. Many squeaked, as if communicating with each other. Then she felt one crawl onto her bare foot, and, all at once, several sets of sharp teeth sunk into her flesh, ripping off bite sized pieces of her skin. She screamed out in pain as the rats attacked her feet, feasting on them. They had been purposely starved from everyday meals for this very reason alone.
"Dahlia?" Harry asked questioningly.
"I-I... think... y-you sh-should take Scab-bers..." she stuttered, holding the rat out to Harry. "I j-just real-realized... I-I'm... terri-terrified of ra-ra-ra-"
"Rats?" Ron finished gently.
Dahlia nodded, her eyes frozen in a gaze, staring off in space.
Harry tucked Scabbers in the crook his arm. "Dahlia, are you unable to... heal Scabbers?" He asked uneasily. He was worried about her, but also knew Sirius could not hold out for much longer. "I think his problem is quite urgent." Harry hinted to his cousin.
Dahlia wasn't responding. Her hands were flat against the top of the table on either side of her empty dinner plate. Occasionally, her fingers would arch up and she would grimace as if she were in pain.
"Your cousin is so freaking weird, Harry." Lavender said, giving Dahlia a strange look.
"She is not!" Harry shouted in Dahlia's defense, causing the Gryffindors around him to look at him questionably. He looked away uneasily, embarrassed from his outburst. She's not weird, he thought, but something is definitely troubling her.
"She can heal him later, Harry." Ron said, holding his hands out for his rat.
"No!" Harry said in desperation. It had to be done tonight! "Lia!" Harry took one of her hands into his. "Please, Lia." He begged gently. "Snap out of it. You have to be strong. We really need you tonight."
"Blake..." she whispered a reply, her eyes didn't move.
"Huh?" He asked confusingly.
"Blake." She repeated, her bottom lip trembling. "He's punishing me for not being a Devi..."
"She really needs help, mate." Ron said to Harry, his eyes wide. "She's doing this much too often. It can't be healthy."
Harry was afraid Ron could be right.
Hermione huffed and leaned over the table. With a quick move, she slapped Dahlia right across the face. "Come back to us, Dahlia!" Dahlia's eyes grew, and she placed a hand to her reddening cheek.
"Bloody hell, Hermione!" Ron gasped. "What'd you do that for?!"
"Worked for the girls on the telly." Hermione said evenly, sitting back down.
"Oi!" Fred called to them several seats up.
"What's going on?" The twins and many others stood up, waiting for something to happen between the two girls.
Harry looked at his cousin who was blinking and looking around in confusion. "Thanks for that." She said breathlessly to Hermione.
Ron scoffed. "Go see someone, Lia. I am serious. You need help."
"She's fine, Ron." Harry muttered. "You are, aren't you?" He asked her worriedly.
Dahlia nodded. "Yeah." She said shakily and took a breath. "So Scabbers..."
Harry readjusted the rat in his arms. "Do you think you can heal him? Or are you too afraid?"
Dahlia's pulse began racing at the sight of Scabbers, but she nodded just the same. She had to be brave and get this over with. For Harry. For Sirius. And to keep that filthy rat from returning to his Master. She inhaled a deep breath, gathering up the courage to forge on. "Let's do this then."
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