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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: That Draco in the future is Scoripus Malfoy's son. Draco's grandson. A Devi is an evil type of being, but of the same society of Dahlia. Dahlia is also different from the normal, but in a different way. You'll learn soon.

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Chapter 56-
Dahlia was hauled up in her room when Blake came home the following day. The energy in the house changed into something fierce and cold instantly upon his entrance. She sat on her bed, extremely alert, awaiting to hear his reaction to his missing prisoner. For the longest time, all she could hear was the ringing of silence, as if Blake was calculating what had happened before he would confront her about it. After several minutes, his voice rang out through the home, making absolute sure that she would hear him.
"Oh, Dahlia..." Blake hardly lost his temper, which made him even more frightening to Dahlia. "We need to have a little talk about my missing playmate."
If she didn't go down now, he would come to her, and that was something she didn't want to happen. He didn't like fetching her. With trembling legs, she walked down to the ground floor, stopping at the staircase that led up to his wing.
He appeared at the top of the stair landing. "Oh, don't pretend you've never been up here." He sneered before waving her up, "Come along now." He then turned and disappeared down the hallway.
Biting her lip warily, she slowly made her way up each step and ventured down the corridor to the room Blake had kept Draco in.
"I'll give you the chance to explain." Blake said upon her enterance, standing in the center of the room with crossed arms.
Dahlia wasn't sure she could talk. Her throat had gone dry and her lips tingled with a numbness.
"No words to justify your guilty actions?" He asked when she said nothing. "No explanation on why you thought it was okay to tamper with MY property?!"
"He's a person, Blake..." she whispered with her eyes glued to the ground. "You can't claim him like he is a property."
"Who says? The law?" He let out a cruel laugh. "Since when has the idea of a RULE kept me from doing anything that I want to?"
Dahlia said nothing to that, fearing that she might say the wrong thing, angering Blake even more.
"Nice escape, by the way." Blake's tone changed to something pleasant. "I knew you could get yourself out of there if you put your mind to it. You're positively brilliant - what did you do; pick the lock with your magic?"
"Bru-" Dahlia stopped herself before she could give him the honest story. Blake didn't know about Brunis. He didn't like her having anything that would make her happy. Pets especially. But Brunis was special. Very special.
"Hmm?" He prompted her for an answer.
"Yes." She lied. "That's exactly what I did, sir."
Blake's lips curled into a smile. "Extraordinary." He whispered. "To be able to think like so clearly under that kind of environment... How did you get rid of the rats?"
"Same way as I make them appear." With that statement, Dahlia summoned up a rat between them, it scurried around the room in confusion before Blake made it disappear, sending it back to his rat shack where he kept all his rats for training.
"This pleases me. You are improving. But there's still the matter of my game being interrupted with the wizard that I rightfully had possession of. Where is he?"
"Gone. You'll never see him again."
Blake frowned disturbingly. "I do not like this, Dahlia. You've done something that will take a lot of effort on my behalf to forgive you for."
"You can't forgive, Blake." She said quietly. "We both know that's impossible for you to do..."
"Oh, that's right..." he said with a sick, sweet tone. "How could I forget such a thing...? Silly me." He threw his arm violently, sending Dahlia sailing into the air, screaming for her life. She smashed against the wall, the same place Draco had been pinned up to. "You have a choice to make now, Dahlia. I am sure I know which one you'll pick." He scowled disapprovingly at this. "But I'll offer you the chance to save yourself just the same." He effortlessly summoned up a knife and began doing tricks with it; his way of toying with his victims before he caused destruction.
Dahlia closed her eyes and swallowed hard. Tears streamed from her cheeks. "Please..."
"Don't beg!" he spat, making her jump at his tone's change. "You are not weak!"
"Wh-what do you wa-want?" She stammered.
"As it is now, you are my new opponent." a loud thud came from the right side of her head. Dahlia opened her eyes and her lips quivered. From the corner of her eye, she saw the shiny brass colored handle of Blake's knife sticking out from the wall. "Just a teeny warning." Blake giggled happily, extracting the knife with a snap of his fingers. "And you very well know that the next one will make impact to your body."
Dahlia whimpered, and tried to break out of the magical bound Blake had put her in.
"Don't be foolish and waste whatever energy you may need, my dear. Here's my offer. Fetch me a replacement, and I will pretend you never even touched what was mine."
"No." Dahlia choked out. "I can't. I won't."
His lips pressed together into an ugly look, and he walked up to the wall. His cold, black eyes glared up at her. He sent her crashing down to the floor, making her wail out in pain. Blake bent down to Dahlia and pressed the tip of his knife to her chin. She winced as the sharp tip cut a tiny hole into her. "I don't think you're understanding the game here, Dahlia." His voice dark, and low. "A game where I always win and everyone else loses. Don't... Challenge...Me..."
Dahlia's eyes welled up as they stared at each other in silence, before she, very carefully, as the knife was still poking her, whispered, "You can't kill me. You need me..."
Blake lifted an eyebrow in amusement. "How wrong you are." He drawled, snatching a fist of her hair.
"The flowers!" She whispered frantically as he brought the blade to her throat.
"Yes, I know all about the Divi flowers, but they are of no use to me. I've already done all my experiments with them."
"Grandmother wouldn't have hidden their existence if that was the case!" She then hissed as he trailed the knife's blade slowly along her neck, cutting a tiny slit with it.
After a thought, Blake asked, "Is there something that you're not telling me about your Grandmother's flowers? Do you know more than I do about them?"
"You-" Dahlia swallowed hard as he wiped her blood from his knife onto her cheek. She closed her eyes in torment. "You k-now I-I'm unable to s-say m-much."
"One of these days that'll change!" He snapped, hurling her up to her feet by his grasp of her hair. "March!" He pushed her ahead of him. "Time to pick more of those fucking flowers!" He then pressed the knife to her back when she hesitated.
"I'm going!" She shrieked fearfully, hurrying ahead of him to go journey out to her apple orchard.
"I'm really beginning to hate these flowers!" Blake grumbled. "Fucking things are ruining every single one of my plans!"
* / *
"Excuse me, Severus?" Minerva interrupted Severus' potion lesson. He had just been about to ask one of the students if they knew what the color turquoise was, since the boy had added far too much Salamander Blood to his brew that it had turned into a murky green colour instead.
"Yes?" He growled, irritated at the boy, and also at Minerva for interrupting his lecture.
"Mr. Longbottom has been excused for the rest of the day." She gave a firm smile, as if secretly gloating about it.
"Very well." Severus gestured at Longbottom, permitting his leave. The boy moved clumsily as he gathered up his supplies and hurried out all too eagerly, following Minerva to his destination.
Typical useless Gryffindor. Happy to find any excuse from their studies.
"Finnigan, you will write a four page essay on the colour turquoise! I expect by then you will have learned to identify the colour!"
"Sir?" Dean Thomas raised his hand to speak.
"What?!"
"Will this potion work for Dahlia?"
"If she were under a spell of sleep; yes. That, she is not though."
"What can help her?" Tracy Davis from Slytherin asked. Severus was a bit surprised to see her worried facial expression. His house was showing more passion towards students in the other three houses. He didn't think it'd ever be possible.
"I am not teaching a Potions class to pass around theories of what is wrong with a girl that is in the Infirmary. If you have a question pertaining to our current project at hand, then I'll happily indulge your curious minds." When no one said anything more, he gave a nod. "I thought so. There's to be no gossip during my lectures."
"You know what's wrong with her." Harry said with accusation after class was over. "And you're not telling me."
"You'll miss your next class, Potter." Severus said dismissively, stacking up their latest papers neatly into a pile.
"Is there even a cure?" The boy asked desperately.
Severus glanced up only for a moment, needing just that short glimpse to see the moist tears pocketing into Harry's eyes. Tears of worry.
Of care...
Severus seen that same look before. But it had been so very long ago...
Swallowing hard, he said, with all the strength that he could gather up, "Your cousin is a strong girl, Harry. She won't be like this forever. Have faith in her."
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