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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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imran ramji: Don't like to fall behind, so I wanted to write Chapter 53 before releasing 52. Sorry :p

Chapter 52-
"I can not thank you enough." Sirius told Dahlia and Harry. "If it weren't for you..." his eyes misted, and he wiped them with the back of his hand. He let out a soft embarrassed laugh. "I will forever be in your debt..."
"It is what we do, Sirius." Dahlia smiled widely, blinking back her own tears, happy that he was finally able to roam as a free man. They (Harry, Dahlia, Sirius, and Professor Lupin) were sitting at a table in the staff room, waiting for Professor Dumbledore and the rest of the teachers to return from speaking with the Minister of Magic.
"What's going to happen to you?" Harry asked Sirius.
"I'll be put on trial probably. Questioned for hours and bewitched with many spells. It will be one hell of a few days, but mild compared to what I have gone through in the past decade."
"So you're not free yet?"
"I am of no threat, as far as they are concerned, but they'll want to be absolute sure."
"How unfair that they'll give you a trial now, and not before." Dahlia said frowning.
"There was really no time for him. And the fact that when Sirius came in, he was unable to do anything but laugh hysterically, they just moved onto people who were capable of speaking." Professor Lupin informed.
"Doesn't matter anyway, once you are accused of being a Death Eater, you're pretty much guilty in their eyes." Sirius scoffed. "They didn't even bother to check for The Mark-" he lifted the sleeve of his robes exposing a bare, extremely skinny forearm. "Everyone just automatically thought I was guilty."
"I'm really sorry..." Professor Lupin whispered.
Sirius sighed. "Well, I thought the same about you, Moony. For that, I apologize too."
"We have something else to worry about though." Professor Lupin said after a moment. "They'll want to interrogate Dahlia."
"Why?" Harry asked in alarm.
"That memory came from somewhere, they'll want to know where, and she's the one that exposed it."
"By Gods!" Sirius gasped. "You're right! Merlin, this isn't good!" Sirius set a hand onto her shoulder. "If they find out-"
"They aren't going to find out." Dahlia said, tapping his hand to calm him.
"Oh, but they can, Dahlia! They have powerful spells and substances-"
"She is also underage." Professor Lupin pointed out. "Remember half of those things are forbidden to be used on a minor."
"Ah, true-" Sirius held up a finger. "Unless they get permission from her parent or guardian."
"What if they find out about Dahlia's wandless powers though?" Harry asked worriedly.
Harry's question didn't get an answer as the door opened to the staff room and Professor Dumbledore entered in carrying a vial. "Miss Dursley, I'll need a sample of that memory."
"Am I going to get interrogated?" She asked warily.
"Not at all, dear child. Just put your wand up to your ear, give it a twist, like you're cleaning it with a swab and think real hard on the memory."
"I have a better way- if that's alright with you, Professor?"
He gave a simple nod.
"Could you hold it for me please?" She asked, holding the vial out. Professor Dumbledore complied, gripping the bottom of the vial with one hand.
Dahlia touched the vial with both her index fingers and closed her eyes, replaying the entire memory of Sirius suggesting Peter being the Secret Keeper. When she was through, a cloudy grey mist floated inside the vial.
"Excellent. Thank you, Miss Dursley." Sirius then had to leave with the Minister and Professor Lupin went with him.
"He'll be back soon enough." Professor Dumbledore assured the two students who worriedly watched Sirius travel down the quiet corridor. "You've done a great thing; helping an innocent man get his life back." He said as they walked down to the dungeons. "You should be very proud of yourselves, but you should know that both Dahlia's visionary and wandless powers should be kept amoung ourselves. I'll let Professor Snape explain. If you'll excuse me, I have things to do."
"Of course, Professor." Harry said as Professor Dumbledore walked off.
Someone cleared their throat behind them and they turned to see Professor Snape standing in the doorway of his office.
"Hello, sir." Dahlia greeted softly.
"Miss Dursley, we will need to speak alone." He said, gesturing her inside the room. "I'll be right in." Professor Snape informed, shutting the door between them after she had entered.
Dahlia went to one of the chairs and sat down, stifling a yawn. It had been a long night and she was worn out. The chair was much too comfy and before she knew it, she had drifted to sleep. Dahlia didn't know how long it had been until Professor Snape came in, only that she had woken up by his tapping her arm with his wand.
"Miss Dursley..." he spoke gently.
Dahlia lifted her head from her shoulder that it had been resting on. "Sorry." She murmured, rubbing her eyes to clear the sleep from them. "What'd you tell Harry?"
"The same thing I'm about to tell you. Wandless magic is very rare. And, while it's quite untrue, it is believed that only those who have done it, usually end up being awfully dark people."
"I am not-"
"I know... and if the Ministry ever believed your innocence, they would instead wonder what you are and where your 'special' magic comes from."
"But I'm just a witch."
"Who can make pictures appear right into thin air?" Professor Snape's eyes were slitted, looking down at her. "A spell that no other wizard or witch has ever performed. And all without the use of a wand..."
"But I-"
"Nothing came out from the wand, Miss Dursley; how stupid do you think we are? You can not fool grown, specialized teachers. And you will not fool the Ministry."
Her shoulders slumped. Perhaps Jude's invention wasn't so grand after all.
"Besides that, you're barely even supposed to know how to disarm a man. If you are too far advanced in the public's eye, rumors are going to start. Some of us may believe that you are innocent, but most will not. You can trust me on that fact alone."
"I know what you went through, Professor... I saw it..."
"Through a vision?"
"Yes, a vision!" She said hotly. "What, you don't think I have visions?!"
Professor Snape cocked his eyebrows up. "You didn't call it a vision. You called it a memory."
"Well, that was a memory." She said helplessly. "At least... I think it was..." She wasn't even sure anymore. A purple haired man was appearing in her mind. His mouth moved, spouting off words that she couldn't hear. It was like she was deaf to him.
"Maybe they are all memories?" The tone of his voice made her think that he was hinting to her about something.
She looked at him with confusion. "I'm a visionary." She told him. "And I'm trying to help stop many bad things from happening."
"Like keeping a supposedly innocent man from being kissed by a soul sucking, non-human creature?"
"He's innocent of the crime that he was charged with." She said, narrowing her eyes at him. Professor Snape pursed his lips angrily, grumbling under his breath. "And you don't really think he should die."
He let out an amused grunt at the thought. "The kiss doesn't technically kill him though."
"Come now, Professor Snape, the only reason you wanted that man dead was because you thought he was a murderer. The killer of the woman you cherished more than than your own life. Even you had your doubts about him at first-"
"They were so close..." he said speaking about James and Sirius. "It had shocked me, yes, but it wasn't abnormal. There were many betrayals during that time."
"The truth's out now. You can release the death wish you have on him."
"Just because he didn't send her to her grave doesn't mean that I don't wish him no harm." He snarled.
"No?" She questioned. "What if I were to tell you that without my existence, you were given many opportunities to kill him but you didn't? Even when you still thought him as the reason for her death."
"Miss Dursley..." he heaved a sigh. "Surely you know why that is?"
Dahlia nodded. "But my thought is different than yours. And mine is more than right. Only true evil can kill in cold blood." He scoffed in doubt of her words.
"I've seen true evil, sir. Those who are so corrupted, that they are incapable of love. You've seen it too, and you'd do anything to stop it. Just as I would."
Professor Snape tilted his head, giving her words a thought over before he nodded at her truth.
"I am here to keep from happening what the rest of the world couldn't." Dahlia said, going back to the previous subject.
"You speak like the existing humans have already lived and screwed up the future."
"They will."
"But this all excludes you?" Professor Snape asked bluntly. "Where are you in the future? Where are you when all Hell breaks? You make it sound like you don't exist then. That you were created strictly to fix everything that has been screwed up."
Dahlia looked away from his piercing eyes, not liking the way they were staring at her as he awaited for her to clarify his claims. "I-I believe... that... I was born to keep several bad things from happening. I often see how the world would exist without me, and, with the knowledge that has been placed inside of my head, I feel it is my responsibility to stop certain things from occurring."
"Such as?"
"Deaths..." she whispered. "Tragedy... The rise of a Dark Lord who will destroy anyone and anything to gain power and immorality." Still looking at her folded hands sitting in her lap, she said, "I am here to make sure that my cousin has the life that he needs. Without me, he will be put through a lot of unnecessary horrid events. He will be used as a pawn between two sides, and I'm going to stop that."
"A pawn? What do you mean?"
"He will be used as if he is a mere chess piece in a chess match; not much different than you would be, sir."
Professor Snape stiffened. "How so?"
"I'm not ready to tell."
His face twisted into a dark expression and his eyes narrowed with sudden fury. "You will tell me!" He spat. "You will tell me right now!"
Dahlia lifted her chin in defiance. "Tell me why I should?"
"I said so! That's why! And if you don't, I can force it from you!"
"You can go ahead and try." She said with a simple shrug. "But we both know you won't do it."
"Is that a challenge?" He glared down at her before removing his wand. "You say you know all about me, you really think I am incapable of forcing information from a teenager?" He pointed his weapon, breathing heavily.
Calmly, without so much as a twitch, she said, "Professor... you surely aren't going to risk going to Azkaban for someone you don't care about?"
Professor Snape's lips started trembling nervously, and he lowered his wand, shocked by her words. "I... do not know what you're implying..."
"And, yet, you really don't want me to say it out loud..." she told him. "Because you're too troubled by the thought."
He quickly sat down in the chair behind his desk. "Why?" He asked in a shaking whisper. "Why do you know so much about me?" the look he gave her was one of torment. "I should be allowed secluded thoughts and memories. Why must you invade them?"
Dahlia sighed sadly. "I'm not here to harm you in any way." She insisted. "You've been unhappy for most of your life. I'm going to fix that."
"You can't."
"I can... and you know that I have already begun the process..."
He shook his head in denial, putting a hand to his mouth, as if he was trying to keeping himself from saying something that he didn't want to admit.
"Haven't you used any of the potions yet, sir?" She asked abruptly, noticing several cases of the Jayradox potion stacked on a shelf across the room.
"And what's with all these potions?" He asked, suddenly reminded of the question that he had been meaning to ask her. "What is the point in me brewing them? Why have you shared me the recipes, and instead not with someone else more deserving?"
Dahlia shrugged. "I was told to show you how to brew them; and so I have."
"Who told you to do that?" He asked with interest.
"I... told myself..."
Professor Snape rolled his eyes. "Where did you learn about the brews? And the Divi Flowers?"
Dahlia sighed. "I really shouldn't tell..."
"Who says?" He slightly leaned forward, anxious to hear her reply.
"You already know about the book of enhancements for the preexisting potions." She answered, ignoring his question.
"But what's the title?"
"It was from an unfinished book. No title."
"Author?"
"Now's not the time for me to disclose that."
Professor Snape crossed his arms along his chest. "Where'd you get it from?"
Dahlia shook her head. "I can't tell. Not yet..."
Professor Snape sighed deeply and pressed his fingers to his forehead. "And the Divi Flowers?"
"A flower discovered in the future..." Dahlia answered slowly as a vision of a woman with short, reddish orange hair played inside her mind.
"Dahlia, sweety, can you see Granny's flowers?" She asked smiling down at a very young Dahlia, who couldn't have been any older than two.
"Flawah!" Dahlia toddled over to the patch of pretty flowers that her Granny was admiring.
Granny picked Dahlia up and swung her in a circle making the baby shriek with laughter. She kissed Dahlia on the cheek and asked, "Want to help Granny pick some for her very special potions?"
"Flawah!" Dahlia repeated, pointing at the flower patch that shined in the moon's light.
Dahlia narrowed her eyes in confusion. "Nothing makes sense anymore..." She whispered, momentarily forgetting that she wasn't alone.
"Pardon?"
"Um..." she was at a lost of words. Both her grandmothers were dead, and had died before she was even born. Somehow though, she would be a child in the future, and have a living grandmother. How would it be at all possible? She held a hand to her spinning head.
"Shall I administer a calming drought?" He asked softly, noticing her building distress.
"No... I'm just... trying to make sense of what's going on." She rested her head against the back of the chair and closed her eyes. "It seems I'll be deaged somehow in the future."
"You think that's what it really is?" His question was slow. It didn't sound like he believed her statement.
Without moving a single limb, Dahlia thought hard on the vision of her future Granny and displayed it above the desk for him so he could see what she did. With her eyes still closed, concentrating on the image, she asked, "What does it look like to you?"
Professor Snape was quiet for a while as he watched her vision play. "That the people of the future have some awfully strange coloured hair and styles."
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