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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 57
"Is it really true?" Severus asked in disbelief as he sat down at the Head table for dinner. "Are the rumors accurate?" He looked over at the Gryffindors who were reacting happily to the news, giving their fellow house mate big hugs. The boy was grinning from ear to ear. As he should be.
"Indeed it is, Severus!" Albus said joyously. "Today marks a grand day in history!"
"It's truly just wonderful!" the strict Minerva was smiling, watching the pupils of her house celebrate with a racket.
"So incredible!" Lupin said with tears in his eyes. "After all these years! It's simply amazing!"
"It worked..." Severus couldn't believe it. The potion he had helped make actually performed a miracle that day. Albus was right; today would go down in history.
Severus received a letter from the minister soon after that. He read it and about choked on his bit of roast that he had been chewing on. "Albus..." he held out the letter for the Headmaster to take. "Certainly I am not mistaking this?"
Albus clicked his tongue after reading it. "It seems you have understood it well, my boy, the question is; Do you think it would be right to follow through with this?"
Later that night, Severus sat in his office, stewing over the letter, weighing on the decision of owling the Minister a response or not. For years, he had been waiting for such recognition of his fine work, but at the same time, it was wrong. He'd be taking credit that wasn't his to take. And if he did take it, Albus would surely be disappointed. So would that little girl laying in a bed several floors above him. They both knew the truth.
He wasn't a hero...
He wasn't remarkable. He was Severus Snape, the ugly, sick hearted Slytherin man who could never do any good...
At least that's what he thought of himself, and that's what everyone else thought of him.
Besides the red headed teenager, that is. The one who seemed to find good in all people. Lily used to be that way until Potter corrupted her.
With an upset sigh, he folded the letter and shoved it into a drawer of his desk. Severus' eyes wandered over to the shelf of Jaradox potions. It was a shame that the potion wouldn't work for Miss Dursley's problem.
Why wouldn't it work...? It proved to have outstanding healing abilities so far. Perhaps it could help Miss Dursley out of her current state of mind?
But was it the right thing to do? Dumbledoor stressed that Dreamless Sleep could interfere with her returning memories; something the Headmaster insisted that she needed to have. Would giving her the potion also be a risk? Was she meant to react the way she has been? The man from the future said she could go insane if everything had been given to her at one time. Was she going insane now, or was she just having difficulties coping with the memories of her past?
Severus put his head into his hands, troubled on what he should do. Albus would likely say that he shouldn't administer the potion but everyone also wanted the Dursley girl to come out of her hysteria, afraid that if she stayed in it for too long, she'd be stuck there.
But the Jaradox worked for them. It could work for her too... It should work for her. She's been in the Infirmary for a week now, if she spent much more time trapped inside her head it wouldn't be safe for her...
Severus got up from his desk chair and swept across the room to his shelf, snatched a potion from it, and silently said a prayer to himself as he made his way to the Infirmary.
"Get out of the way, Potter!" Draco sneered, pushing the boy away from the doors of the Infirmary. "It's my turn now!"
"She's MY sister!" Harry snapped, grabbing the back of Draco's robes and pulling him back.
"She's your cousin, not your sister." Draco twisted around, freeing Harry's grip from him.
"That still gives me more right!"
Draco laughed. "She's my friend, and I'd like to see her! You've had plenty of time to weep over her!"
"I wasn't weeping!" Harry shouted, balling up his fists.
"I saw it, Potter. You think crying is going to bring her back?!"
"That's enough, boys." Professor Snape approached them. "You best go to your common rooms, it's getting late.
"I haven't gotten to see Lia all day!" Draco complained. "Potter's been spending every free moment with her!" He gave Harry a glare.
"And you think bickering about it is going to help at all?" Professor Snape asked with a raised eyebrow. "I also have this thought that perhaps Miss Dursley would not want you to fight over her. Would I be correct about this presumption?"
The boys nodded, shamefully looking at the ground at their feet.
"Malfoy can come by in the morning for a visit. Run along now." Professor Snape dismissed them.
He watched the boys separate off at the end of the corridor before stepping into the infirmary, the potion tucked inside the palm on his hand.
Here goes nothing...
* / *
"Besides you, your Grandmother was the only one to know about me being a Devi." Blake said, carefully measuring out a cup of turnip vinegar. "My own mother was too blind to even see it. Spent too much time with my perfect sister." He grunted amusingly at this. "Stupid ryannan, too absorbed in her chosen child, never noticed her little Devi son in corner, playing with the knives he had made." Blake laughed cruelly and poured the vinegar into a bowl over the top of several black rose petals. After two stirs with a silver spoon, it let out a poof of red steam.
"Yes, little Miss Walks High In the Clouds was the good, angelic one. Bred properly, with a LOVING-" he spat out this word. "-mate." Blake shook his head. "Horribly disgusting."
Dahlia remained seated across the room, her hands folded into her lap. Blake was forcing her to watch him discover his ultimate elixir; a drink he hoped to eventually create that would somehow allow him full control of their world. He wanted her to listen to his plans, hours on end, because one day, she'd assist him with it. He was going to find a way to corrupt Dahlia. That was a promise he had made to her, and, out of pure spite, he was going to use her grandmother's flowers to do it.
He ripped the Divi Flowers into tiny pieces with a smirk on his face. "One day..." he sung out. "I will make her discovery into something so awful that she will scream into the howling wind." Blake giggled. "It's just a shame that I won't be able to hear her stress about it. Isn't that a shame, Dahlia?"
"They'll find out about you..." Dahlia said. "They'll stop you."
Blake scoffed and added two drops of some kind of blood to the now bubbling mixture. "Who? That crazy Doctor? Those young orens who call themselves 'Protectors'? You do know there's a reason that there isn't one Protector above the age of thirty, right? Dangerous lives they have..." he nodded gleefully and summoned up one of his rats, grabbing it by the neck and shoving it into the brew, bathing it in the liquid. A few moments later, he scowled angrily and tossed the rat against the wall, making it squeak out in pain. It hit the ground, running.
Dahlia frowned at the doorway it had disappeared off from. "You're so mean."
Blake chuckled. "Thank you." With a simple wave, his bowl was clean. "Let's start with widow spider venom this time." He purred happily. Blake was in his best of moods when he was mixing up dark concoctions. "What do you think?" He asked, holding up two cup sized jars. "Black or red?"
"Red." She muttered, knowing she had no other choice but to answer.
"Black it is then. Watch me now." He ordered softly, taking out a butterfly from its habitat behind him.
Dahlia clenched her jaw. It wasn't her job to help the insects, but it still upset her that Blake didn't value the life of even a single living thing. She watched while the butterfly tried escaping from his pinched grip as he dropped a bit of the venom onto its wing. She wiped her eyes dry, quickly looking away from the evident pain that Blake was causing to the innocent life.
She couldn't help that butterfly though. Her healing powers didn't work on insects.
"Did I tell you to look away?" Blake asked in his ever so calm, dry voice.
"I won't watch you torture a life." She whispered, digging her palms into her eyes.
"Sure you will." He said with a thoughtful tone. "For if you refuse, I'll make you watch me dismember a Divian."
"No! You can't!"
"Perhaps one just as pure as you?" He teased, ignoring her screech. "Polbina has informed me that the Genesis boy is pure. She's a Taker, did you know? But the ryannan is as foolish as my mother was." He set the now dead butterfly into the bowl and poured a vial of slime onto it. "But... she's very useful to me. She can unravel encrypted thoughts." His lips curled smugly, watching Dahlia's jaw dropped in horror.
"No!" She gasped. "Impossible!"
"Oh, it's very possible indeed." Blake laughed cheerfully. "I've been working with her. How lovely it would be if you two were to meet, hmm? How grand it would be if she was able to read your thoughts and gave them to me...?"
Dahlia's hands began to tremble in fear. If her encrypted thoughts could really be unraveled, Blake would surely gain power. Nothing could stop him then.
"The Holder wouldn't be so special then, now, would she?" His sick, sweet voice penetrated her worrisome thoughts. "She'd be just as weak as the average Divian. No extraordinary power. Unless of course..." he paused for a dramatic effect, "...she would to turn over?"
"Never!"
Blake shrugged arrogantly. "I'm patient enough."
Dahlia's mouth became suddenly dry. Her vision blurred, lightly at first, then the blurriness increased.
"Miss Dursley?" A man called out.
Who was Miss Dursley? Dahlia tried calling out to Blake to see if he knew what was going on, but he continued to ramble his mouth, while adding and stirring ingredients in his bowl. He noticed nothing different. Dahlia's own mouth wouldn't move. Why couldn't she say anything?
"Can you hear me?" The strange man asked. Dahlia then felt a hand touch her arm, but she saw nothing there. No one else was there. The only ones in the room were her and Blake. She gasped as her eyesight went completely blank with a whiteness.
"I can't see!" She shrieked. "Blake!"
"That didn't work either!" Blake's annoyed grunt was heard. Followed by the strange man who called her again.
"I need a Jaradivi!" Dahlia requested fearfully. "Blake?"
"One more try and then we'll hit the sack for the night." Blake said, ignoring her pleas.
There was another pat to her arm. "Come on." The man whispered. "You can do it."
"Who are you?" Dahlia asked, still unable to see. She could hear the clanking of Blake's jars as he shifted through his ingredients.
"Professor Snape."
That name sounded familiar. The voice did too. The soft, hardly audible tone, mixed with a bland dryness.
"Harry's been worried about you."
Harry? Did she even know a Harry? Other than that one wizard... "Potter?" She asked slowly.
"Yes."
"The man who killed that evil merlin?"
There was a long pause. She could no longer hear Blake's activity. It was like she had been teleported to a solid white room. Had she died? Was she in Limbo? "Am I dead? Why everything so white?"
"Miss Dursley..." the man whispered ever so quietly. "It's the year 1993."
"1993?" But she was just in year 2040...!
"Open your eyes, child." The man said coaxingly. "Come now, you can do it."
Dahlia felt a sudden spin of dizziness before she opened up one eye at a time. She saw a black haired man standing next to her. She looked around confusingly, wondering what had transpired. "Where's Blake...?" She asked carefully.
"You don't remember anything?" He asked. "You're at Hogwarts..."
Hogwarts... "That sounds familiar... yes."
The man sat in a chair next to her, his long legs outstretched. Dahlia tilted her head. "You look... familiar too..."
"Miss Dursley-"
"That's not my name." Dahlia said, rising up into a sitting position. "I'm Dahlia Diviato."
The man gave her a curious stare down. "You must remember something?" He asked slowly.
"Listen..." she said, getting out of the bed. "I have to get back to Blake. I'll be in immense trouble if I do not get back home." Dahlia then acknowledged that she was in a room with many beds. "Am I in some kind of... camp?"
"A school." He corrected, still seated in the chair.
Dahlia wrinkled her forehead. "Why am I in a school?" She eyed his robes then, finding it funny that they went down to his shoes and not his knees. "Wait a second..." she whispered. "You're a merlin..."
He raised his eyebrows questionably. "A what?"
"Oh, yeah, sorry. I meant a wizard."
The man scoffed, insulted. "Of course I am a wizard!"
"Oh! This is the wizard school!" She squealed. "I remember now! Harry Potter went to school here. Which bed did he sleep in?"
"You should lay back down, Miss- ... Dahlia. You've forgotten too much. Maybe some sleep will help you remember somethings."
Dahlia was studying a plant by a bedside before she remembered something. She turned abruptly to look at the man. "Sir, did you say I am in the year 1993?" She asked with a gasp.
"Yes..."
She traveled through time? How had that happened?! She would have needed to walk through a Time Tunnel for that! And she would have needed a permit! Oh, Lord! She broke the law!
But... she traveled through time! 47 years into the past! Dahlia grinned. "I'm from the future..." she whispered. "I've come a long way."
"Yes, I know..."
"Who did you say you were? Professor Sna-" Dahlia's eyes grew wide. She squeaked and cupped a hand to her mouth.
Either the professor didn't care or pretended to not have notice her reaction. He simply nodded. "Snape."
"Sev-Severus Sn-nape?" Dahlia asked with a high voice.
"Yes. Professor Snape." He emphasized.
Dahlia inhaled a deep breath. "Wow... It's like-" she quickly stopped herself from saying 'seeing a ghost'. Dahlia giggled nervously. "This is... really strange..."
"I am known in the future?" He asked slowly.
"Oh, yes, sir, you are." She walked to him, eyeing him closely. "The portrait doesn't do you any justice."
"Portrait?" He drawled, looking horribly disturbed at the thought of his image being displayed for everyone's viewing.
"Don't worry. It's not one of them talking ones." She said with a laugh. "They didn't have time for that."
"They...? Time? What on Earth are you talking about?!"
"So, where's Harry?" She asked excitedly, sidestepping Professor Snape's curiosity. "'93... He's like thirteen, right? Or perhaps he's twelve..."
Professor Snape sighed exhaustively.
"Oh..." she looked away uncomfortably, remembering the stories that the man was very impatient with adolescents. "I do apologize." She said sincerely. "You'd feel the same if you went nearly fifty years back in time and was standing in front of one of the most known heroes in the Wizard World..."
"Did you say-?" His mouth gaped open. "A-A hero?"
"Well, sure!" Dahlia sat on the edge of the bed, facing him. "You are the best spy in the whole Universe! Harry Potter spoke grand about you. I saw him on the screen."
"Screen?"
"Yes, the thin screen. Old news reports after The Battle of Hogwarts. You and Harry Potter, and many others were known even to us."
"The Battle of-" The man's eyes widened. "You mean-"
"The war against your villain..." Dahlia looked away uneasily. "Oh... dear... I've said too much... I may have just junked up the future as I know it..." she stood up and started pacing nervously. "This is why it's illegal to time travel with out a permit!" She shrieked. "Oh, my Lord! I'm a criminal!" She then burst into tears.

A/N; 'Ryannan' is a female Divian, and 'Oren' is a male. Both very tiny hints to what a Divian is. :)
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