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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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Review Responses:
imran ramji: Yes, I do write short chapters, but this enables me to make frequent updates :)
starr: This review made my day! He He. About Blake... Not sure anyone really knows how he us. according to him, only two people knew about him being a Devi, one of those is dead. The other is Dahlia. You'll find out why no one else knows. :)
Severus1snape: I find it lots of fun when I mess with Snape, lol

Chapter 58-
The next morning, Dahlia woke up in a daze. Her head was a bit fuzzy, and it pounded with a sharp pain. What happened? She asked herself, pouring a cup of water after noticing the pitcher on the bed stand. She took small sips and saw that she was in a very small room, the size of a closet.
Where am I?
With a groan, Dahlia stretched her aching muscles. It felt like she hadn't moved in years. She stepped out of bed and yelped as she caught sight of her reflection in the mirror that stood at the wall. She pinched her clothing in disgust. What was this? She never wore black! Where was her pink and green tunic? Hastily, she took the Robes of Merlin off. "Black's bad." She whispered with a shudder. "Black's bad." Dahlia repeated. "I can't wear black." she forced her eyes from the discarded robes that she had tossed into the corner of the room, looking back at the mirror. Her eyes were swollen and red, like she had spent a good deal crying. Her coppery red hair was oddly long, and had been put into two braids which were now a complete mess.
"I look... ten years old..." she murmured. "What happened to me?" Dahlia touched the puffy bags under her eyes and watched as her hair immediately shortened, removing the braids. "Much better." She sighed.
There was a knock on the door then. "Miss Dursley...?" The man on the other side of the door sounded uneasy. She heard him let out a curse. "Or whatever your name is..."
"Oh! Professor Snape!" She gasped out in realization, suddenly remembering her time travel. She ran to the door and swung it open. He stood at the doorway, looking just as tired as she felt.
"What have you done to your hair?!" Then, when he saw that she was only wearing her under clothes, his face reddened. He let out a choke, turned around, and stalked off.
Dahlia hadn't known wizards were so modest. "Sir...! I do need some fresh clothing... Please...?"
By the near sound of his throat clearing, she could tell he was just around the corner, hidden from her view, and most importantly (to him), she was hidden from his view. "Call...a H-house elf..." he struggled out to say.
A house elf?! The nerve! "The slave usage of a house elf has been long banned! 2008, if I remember correctly; courtesy of Hermione Granger and my twice great aunt, Kelliah Divianto." And, besides that, Divians had never used house elves for personal slaves...
"It's 1993, Miss Dursley." the man reminded her bluntly. "Not 2008."
"My family name is Diviato, Professor." She corrected him back in the same tone.
"In this year, you are known as Dursley.
"Why is that really?"
Professor Snape sighed. "I don't deserve this." He muttered. "Hops." He said, and a faint crack occurred.
"Sir, what can Hops do for Professors Snape?" Dahlia could see the tip of a house elf's ear poking out from around the corner.
"Miss Dursley needs a change of fresh clothing." Professor Snape said. "She's a third year Gryffindor. Second room, I believe."
"Oh, yes, sir! Hops knows, sir! Hops will get Miss Dursley clean wearings!"
"Thank you." Dahlia said gratefully to both Hops and the professor and shut herself back into the room.
As soon as she was dressed, she'd find her way back home where she belonged. Hopefully then, someone there will help her get back to her proper time. It was currently almost four years before Blake would be born, but if she was here in the past then that meant that she wasn't in the future, and Blake would be fuming mad that she had left without his knowledge. Dahlia didn't need him anymore angrier than he had been in the past few days.
There was a soft crack then, the indication that Hops had teleported into the room.
"Hops gots Miss Dursley clothes." The tiny house elf said proudly behind a huge pile of clothes. He set them on the end of the bed for her.
"Thanks." Dahlia was relieved to see no black materials, but-
"Is that a ... muggle dress?" She asked, taking it from the bed.
"Hops thinks so. Is it not what Miss Dursley wants to wears?"
"I only wear tunics."
"Miss Dursley has no tunics in her trunk. Only dresses."
"I am not this Miss Dursley that Professor Snape confuses me with." Dahlia said with a huff, shoving on the dress. "It's pretty itchy..." she scratched at the hem that rubbed against her knees. "Were there any stockings?" She asked, searching through the pile.
"Oh, yes, there was, miss." Hops pulled out a pair of tights from the pile.
"You have got to be kidding me..." she wrinkled her nose in disgust at it. "It's '93, not '63! Do I look like a lady to you?"
Hops winced back, and covered his eyes with his hands. "Please, Miss! Hops only did what Hops could!" He wailed. "Hops is sorry!"
Dahlia sighed. "Relax... You silly, creature..." she murmured softly, and began to struggle with putting on the dress tights. "Good grief!" She muttered, and tumbled down to the floor after losing her balance. "These should be burned!" with a grunt, she finally got both her legs into the leggings.
"Miss..."
"Yes, Hops?"
"Hops only says this 'cause Hops is trying to help, but the Miss has the dress tights on backwards..."
Dahlia tossed her head back with a groan.
* / *
"She still remembers nothing of her stay with The Dursleys?"
Severus shook his head. "With her current state of mind, I would advise her not to attend any of her classes. Or even be in the presence of another student right now. She is a whole different person. It's incredible- in an odd, twisted way. There is quite a difference between the Miss Dursley we know and the one that is here currently. There's some matching personality between the two, but this new girl... Miss Diviato... is a bit more... bold, shall I say? And very less prissy. I'd say Petunia did a wonder to Diviato's original personality."
"You think so?" Albus asked uncertainly.
"That or..." Severus trailed off, thinking about the Blake man. "Maybe it was Blake that did a wonder on Miss Diviato? She was up practically all night insisting that she return back to him. Her life at the Dursleys must have been a lot more nurturing."
"Or perhaps... they both mended the girl into the way she is and was. The people you grow up with may set some ground opinions on a child at first, but when the child begins to blossom- when they start to choose and carve their own path to their future, their true personality will arise; no mother nor father can stop that from occurring. Eventually, there comes a time when we are responsible for our own actions."
"When is that really?"
Albus tilted his head in thought. "Many believe it is when a child turns into an adult."
"And there is not an all around decided age to that." Severus pointed out.
"Evidently not."
"What do we do about Miss Dursley...?"
Albus rubbed his clammy forehead. "Give her another one of them potions and let her sleep. If we're lucky, her memories will return back shortly to us."
"And if not?"
"We will worry about that when the time comes."
* / *
It took Dahlia a while, but with Hops' help, she managed to dress properly in the clothes that she had been given. "It still makes me look like a little lady." She had grumbled to the house elf.
When she exited the room, and ventured around the hallway, she discovered that she was in some sort of chambers. It had a small library room, a bathroom, another bedroom themed with snakes and the colour green, and a cozy small living room.
After exploring, Dahlia found a door, but it appeared to be locked. She was sure this was the way out, so she closed her eyes and unlocked the door with a command. Instantly, the door creaked open into a long corridor. She didn't know which way to go. She knew she had to find a way out of the castle though. Dahlia knew that Hogwarts was hidden somewhere in Scotland. There was a portal in Dundee, she just had to find a way to get there.
It seemed like she walked for miles before ending up at a staircase that led up. Hopefully, she'd find an exterior door shortly.
Dahlia heard the buzz of people talking when she got to next floor. On her right, she saw two huge oak doors that looked like they would lead to somewhere outside. Before she got a chance to take one step toward them though, she heard someone call her name. She saw a blond boy who wasn't much bigger than her, racing up to meet her with eagerness. His eyes stared at the top of her head, a strange look appearing on his face.
"Merlin!" He gasped. "What on Earth happened to your hair?!"
"I cut it..." she replied slowly. It seemed everyone knew who she was. Or rather they thought they knew who she was. "I'm not whom you think I am..." Dahlia told the boy and started walking toward the doors.
"I've been worried about you. Been looking for you too! Madam Pomfrey said she released you last night, but Hermione said you didn't return to your dorm room."
"You've mistaken me for someone else..." Dahlia told him gently.
"No one wears such pretty dresses as well as you do, Lia." The boy said softly. "And besides, I've been wanting to talk with you." He suddenly grabbed her hand.
Dahlia spun around. "What do you think you're doing?!" She hissed and yanked her arm away.
"I won't take no for an answer." The boy said firmly. "I know you like me the same way as I like you." He backed her against the wall. "Don't you even think about lying about it. I know the truth, Dahlia."
"I..." she paused and looked at him. "You look like that wizard I saved the other day..." she whispered.
"Huh?" He asked with confusion. "You've been in the Infirmary for a week. There's no possible way you've saved anyone recently."
"Draco was his name... Malfoy. Told him never to come back to my city again. It's too dangerous, see."
The boy gave her a funny look. "Are you okay?" He asked slowly. "You seem a bit out of it."
"I need to get back to Blake." Dahlia told him determinedly, before slipping from him, and hurrying to the doors.
"Wait! We need to talk!" He called. "Dahlia!"
Dahlia picked up her pace when she heard his footsteps running against the stone flooring. "I can't!" She cried. "Please, just leave me alone!"
"Where are you going?" He demanded, following her out the doors, down the steps, and through a worn path.
Dahlia stopped abruptly when she saw a body of water at the end of the path, ceasing her journey. She was not a good swimmer. In fact, she couldn't swim even if it would save her life. There was no way out.
She felt the boy's hand touch her shoulder. "You can't go in there; it's not safe."
Dahlia stepped back from him. "I wasn't going to..." she sighed. "I need to get home..."
"Why for? Don't you like it here at Hogwarts?"
"Blake doesn't know I'm gone..."
"Who's Blake? You've never mentioned him..."
"My guardian." She began walking back to the wooden doors.
"You're what? I thought you lived with your mother and father?"
"Mother's dead... and I've never met my father..."
"Dahlia... what's wrong with you? You're talking all weird... You're mother is very much alive, and I've seen you with you father before. He's a big man, but you get along swell with him.."
"I've told you already, kid! I'm not who you think I am!"
"Yes, you are! and you're the girl that I'm going to marry! No matter how strange you act to scare me away!"
Dahlia stopped dead in her tracks and turned around to stare at him. Did this kid just really say that to her?! He was so young. Like twelve or thirteen.
He lifted his chin. "That's right, you've heard me correctly, Lia. You'll be my wife, no matter what I have to do. Even if it means that I'll have to give up the Malfoy estate."
"Malfoy?" She questioned. "You're a Malfoy?"
The boy rolled his eyes. "Yes, only not for much longer, once my father hears about my love for you..."
"You've got the wrong girl... Don't make a fool of yourself now, kid. I mean it. And even if I was who you say I am; I couldn't marry you."
The boy slumped his shoulders depressingly. "Why not?"
"My people don't marry." She answered simply, and resumed to her task at finding a way out of the castle.
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