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Dahlia's Magic	By : lexiatel Category: Harry Potter AU/AR > General Views: 8802 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter 60-
As Dahlia exited the tea shop with Agatha, a man coolly cleared his throat and folded an umbrella away before it dissolved into nothing.
"Severus Snape..." Agatha greeted with a warm smile, as Dahlia replaced the thestral hair around her wrist. The professor watched her closely while she did it.
"Thank you so kindly for watching over my pupil, Mrs. Waggles." His dark eyes shifted to the older woman.
"You're pupil?" Agatha frowned, looking down at Dahlia. "She attends Hogwarts? She did not tell me that."
"There has been a small accident-" He quickly seized the forearm of Dahlia as she made an attempt to slip away.
"Please, Professor Snape!" Dahlia tugged at him to break free.
"-the girl's a bit confused at the moment."
"You don't understand!" Dahlia wailed out. "If I don't get home-"
"Miss Dursley-"
"Stop calling me that!"
"She just wants to go home, Severus." Agatha said gently. "Why not permit it?"
"Swell idea, Mrs Gaggles, if only she weren't confused on where that was at the moment." he said dryly. "Quit that, you foolish girl!" he snapped at Dahlia, who continued to tug from him.
"If I don't get back home, he'll be angry!" Dahlia wailed as Professor Snape's fingers dug into her arm, tightening his grip when he felt her arm slipping from his grasp..
"Perhaps St. Mungos then?" Agatha suggested warily. "She saved my life, Severus. She should get proper help. All you're doing is scaring her."
"I already have the cure." He announced, showing her a vial. "This and bed rest were Headmaster Dumbledore's orders."
Agatha nodded, frowning at the girl. "If that was what Albus Dumbledore suggested, I see no reason to argue."
Professor Snape curled his lips into a tiny polite smile. "Nor do I. Good day to you, Mrs. Gaggles." He gave a curt bow with his head and Dahlia then felt the air suck from her lungs. Her head spun with sickness as her body felt like it was put into some kind of compacting device. Then, a moment later, she could breath again. With huge gulps, she sat on her knees, forcing down the bile that had built up in her throat.
"What did you do to me?!"
"Apparation." He simply answered. "Don't make me drag you to the castle. It will belittle us both."
"I need to go home." She told him helplessly, her shoulders hung.
"What can Blake do to you if you are safe here? All the while in a different time all together?"
"Blake?" She questioned, wondering how he would even know about Blake.
"He is the man you fear."
"I never said anything about him..." she said near tears. "I am unable to..."
"Because he forbids it?"
"No!" Dahlia stood up, clenching her fists. "He would find it amusing if I could tell the world about all about him! It would give him great pleasure!"
Professor Snape raised an eyebrow up. "So, why can't you? What stops you?"
"I can't tell that either." Dahlia whispered. "I can tell you this, Professor Snape; I just must return to my real time."
He looked at her, as if he was trying to make sense of her words. His brow furrowed with impatience. "Fine." Professor Snape said after several moments of thinking. "First, though, you have to get your strength back up."
Dahlia lifted her chin in defiance. "I feel fine enough, Professor."
"Physically, besides your hideously soiled dress, you look as strong as your mascot, but emotionally, you need a good rest. I'll help you with whatever you want, as long as you agree to take this potion-" he held it out to her. "-and sleep the day away."
"I don't need your help."
Professor Snape scowled. "The alternative would be for me to force if down your bloody throat, along with another potion that would make you sleep!" He muttered, his patience growing thin.
Dahlia giggled as his hair swung with his each of his words. His fingers whitened at the grip he had on the potion. Colour flushed to his normally pale face. He looked kind of cute losing his temper.
"What is so bloody amusing?!"
"I can see why you've never had kids, Professor Snape."
The man's face softened to those words. It was almost like he could believe them, but also regretted them to be true.
Dahlia frowned. She had said too much about the future again. How her mouth was so big. It was a good thing she was The Holder, otherwise, important secrets would just slip from the seam of her lips without any control over them.
She needed to make sure that didn't happen again. If the man were to find out that he died before the age of forty, who knows what he would do. And would he be willing to continue his spying career if he knew protecting Harry Potter would lead to his death?
She didn't really want to think about that.
His eyes widened as she touched his hand. "I have a big mouth..." she said apologetically, unwrapping his fingers from the potion to take it from him.
Professor Snape stiffened. "It's not like I ever planned to have children."
"Unless it had been with-" Dahlia quickly looked away and guzzled the potion to shut her mouth. It tasted so familiar... like... "Divi Flowers!" She gasped out in realization.
"The Jaradox potion." Professor Snape informed her as if she should already know this.
"Jaradox...?" She asked.
"You don't know of it?" he sounded surprised.
"No... How do you know about my grandmother's flowers?"
"Miss Durs-" he sighed. "Dahlia... you told me about them..."
Dahlia gasped. "No! I could not have!"
Professor Snape rolled his eyes. "Yes, you did..."
"But... that... that... was Granny's secret! I can't tell Granny's secret!"
"But you did..." he repeated firmly.
How was that even possible?! Granny's flowers were a secret! And so were their effects! A secret that she was supposed to hold inside her mind until the right person had come along to give it to. That person would be the only one allowed to know of Granny's flowers.
Dahlia couldn't even make a proper Holder! And, out of all the secrets that people gave her the keep safe, the knowledge of Divi Flowers was the most important secret of all!
It was all too much. It was bad enough to have fail her mother, but to have fail her Granny too? All she had to do was hold the most important thing that Granny gave her, and she had to foul that all up!
And if Blake were to ever find out about how important they were...
Dahlia sank down to her knees and sobbed. What other secrets had she told?! How many people are going to pay the price for her weakness?! She was worthless! Absolutely worthless!
Blake had been right when he had said that she would eventually let the secrets slip, and, until this moment, she had never thought it could ever happen. She was The Holder, she was to die before it were ever possible to share a sacred secret with someone that it didn't belong to.
She put her head into her hands in shame. She didn't deserve her given titles. She was a disgrace to her family and she was a disgrace to her people.
* / *
Severus stood watching the girl uncontrollably weep at the ground of his feet. He had no idea what her issue was, but these mood swings were too much for his nerves to deal with. It was time to walk back up to the castle, he was done playing games. He grabbed the girl gently by the arm and she immediately began to struggle from his grip.
"Don't make me drag you!" He grunted almost desperately and pulled her up to her feet.
"I don't deserve to live!" She wailed. "Just leave me alone!"
He narrowed his eyes in confusion. What was she on about now?! "Dahlia, I am asking you to walk with me up to the castle. There, we'll put you to bed, and we can think later on your current predicament."
"I ruined my family's name!" She shrieked, finding his words pointless. The girl gave no motion that she planned on returning to the castle.
Severus cursed under his breath. He really didn't want to be seen carrying the girl, knowing it was likely that at least one set of eyes would see it. He conjured up a stretcher. "Miss Dursley, I am giving you your final warning, walk to the castle with me." Dahlia didn't seem to acknowledge his words though, too absorbed in her self pity. Sighing, Severus sent the girl to sleep with a spell and set her onto the stretcher. He removed the thestral hair from her wrist. A brilliant plan it was, if not so many people from these parts had experienced some kind of tragedy in their lives.
"Is she really an impostor?" Harry asked, meeting Severus at the entrance. There were a few other students crowded around, all eyeing Dahlia with curiosity.
"Aren't you supposed to be in your classes?!" Severus snapped.
"It's lunch time." Draco informed smugly.
"This is really Miss Dursley; she's just a bit confused at the moment." He informed the crowd grumpily.
"Where are you taking her?!" Harry demanded, noticing that the stretcher was floating behind Severus as he walked toward the dungeons.
"There's a room set up for her down there."
"In the dungeons?" A voice snarled. "With the Slytherins?!"
"Yes, Black, if you have a problem with that, you should talk to the Headmaster about it. It was his suggestion."
"She should be up in the Gryffindor tower. Remus can look after her." Black said, as if it was his decision altogether.
Although Severus was not in a fine mood, an amused chuckled escaped his mouth. "Oh, but Lupin is too busy with his own wounds, Black." He sneered. A smirk met his lips as Black scowled, stopping at the stairwell that lead down to the Slytherin territory of Hogwarts. Black found the place unsuitable for his Gryffindor mind. Harry and the other students continued to follow Severus though.
"Dumbledore believes she will be back to normal after a rest." Severus spoke quietly.
"She's been resting for over a week now!" Ronald Weasley exclaimed. "How much rest does a girl need?"
"Apparently a lot!" Severus snarled. "And don't go snipping and laying blame on me for her problem! It was not I who caused it!"
"We're just concerned, sir." Harry said softly, trying to tone things down, and giving Weasley a look.
Severus paused at the door of his chambers, looking at the worried eyes of the lot of students surrounding Dahlia. Some were her friends (the friends she refused to admit that she had), others from other houses that Severus never knew the girl associated with.
Draco took her hand and squeezed it, his thumb trailing a path along her own. His eyes stared at her sleeping eyelids, a look of sorrow clung to his face.
Severus nodded to Harry's statement. "Do remember that she is a Gryffindor." He told the students and directed Dahlia's stretcher through the door.
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