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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 61-
Dahlia hardly ever dreamed, but lately, it seemed her mind was always in some sort of imaginative state. Some were normal things she could consider, where others were really bazaar. Like when she dreamed of living with Harry Potter, where she taught him how to cook, and defended him against bullies who picked on him, including his cousin (who was also her twin brother?! How weird was that?!).
In another dream, she watched Harry's mother discover that she was a witch, through the help of her childhood friend, Severus Snape. Lily Evans also defended Severus Snape against his own bullies. That dream didn't end very happily though, evidently.
And then she dreamed of Severus Snape's life. The boy growing up in a horrid home, where his witch mother was helpless (for some unknown reason to Dahlia) and both she and Severus Snape lived in fear when their muggle father and husband came home after drinking too much - which was practically every night. His mother died when he was just fourteen, and his father took his abuse to an extreme after that. It wasn't long after that when Severus Snape started getting support from the wrong people, beginning his journey on following the Dark side of an upcoming war.
Why was she dreaming these things?
The dreams continued to come and go as she drifted in and out of sleep. When she was awake, Dahlia could only slightly acknowledge the several faces of adults as they coaxed her to do many things in her drowsy state. Every once in a while, she'd tell herself that she had been drugged from the potion she had taken. But the people around her (some she recognized through stories of Wizard history) didn't appear to wish her any harm.
There was also a house elf. Hops was his name. That much she remembered. He would make sure that she ate a nutritional meal every so often. But she was too tired to even lift her hand up to her mouth, that he occasionally had to help her.
Even some students came by to visit. She didn't recognize most of them. They'd ask how she was feeling, but she was always too weak to talk much more than the basic hello. The whole thing confused her. She didn't understand what was going on. One boy came in and was talking about his parents. And even Harry Potter came and gave her a visit. He hugged her too! She smiled at that. She had wondered if he would give her his autograph.
And then there was the blond boy, Draco Malfoy, who would whisper sweet, calming words into her ear. He would hold her hand, occasionally kissing it ever so softly when he was alone with her. That, surprisingly, hadn't had bothered her. She found she had actually enjoyed his touch, having had no tender, loving contact in so many years. She had forgotten how comforting that could be.
Draco Malfoy would plead to her, wishing her to get better. He spoke about his family, and some girl he thought his father wanted him to marry. It all seemed wrong to Dahlia though. Draco Malfoy the First didn't marry a girl named Pansy Parkinson.
"If you don't get better, what will I do?" He had asked her desperately one time.
Severus Snape even talked to her, though he wasn't as comfortable doing it as some of her other visitors. He had held up a newspaper to her, in an attempt for her to read it, but he sighed annoyingly when he realized she couldn't focus on it much.
"You're a heroine." He had told her. "And they think it was all me because I was the one that presented the potions... I surely can't tell them about you right now. Even the Headmaster agrees... But nor I can't accept the Order of Merlin they are offering me..."
Dahlia had no idea what he was talking about, but he looked so troubled that she had frowned. If she had enough strength, she would have consoled him, but she could barely open her mouth to speak.
They all still thought she was this girl named Dahlia Dursley. But why? It made no sense to her. And why had they drugged her? Was she ill and in pain? As far as she knew, Wizards didn't do surgical incisions, so it couldn't be for that reason.
The dreams continued. Harry Potter saved her from a runaway broom (she had no idea why she would even on a broom in the first place) and she had hugged him dearly for it.
In another dream, Dahlia gave Professor Snape a Christmas gift, to which he asked what he could do in return for her. She told him that he should get Harry his first real broom so he could properly play Quiddich. Professor Snape had mildly argued with her, but she insisted that that was what she wanted in exchange, if he really felt he should do something about it.
And Dahlia then dreamed she was permitted to brew along side the grand Potions Master, finding it an honour, even though she really didn't do much but offer him suggestions, or do pettily things, like ingredient chopping and measuring. He would look at her, in both irritation and in astonishment, as if undecided on whether he hated her or appreciated her presence.
Lots of times, Draco Malfoy entered her dreams. The boy kissed her (on the lips!), sharing his first kiss with her. Were these ones fantasies though?
There was one where Dahlia told Draco a secret that no one else knew; that she was a half blooded witch.
"I am trusting you with this, Draco." She said. "Not even Harry knows about this."
Dreams like that one confused her the most. She wasn't a half blood witch! She was a Divian! A pure one! Even though she never met her father, her mother had loved him so, and he had loved her back.
Blake detested such love. All love really. But the love between a female and a male irked him the most. It was because he was a Devi. Devies didn't believe in love, especially love at first sight, a love Divians were common for. Part of the Devies' "disbelief" in love was from the fact they could never experience such magic. They would never understand it. And Dahlia could feel sorry for Devies, if they wasn't so evil and hurt many creatures and people as a "simple" way to pass time; for their entertainment.
After the thought of Blake had invaded her mind, the dreams turned into nightmares. And often she woke up screaming and sweating. Shivering from fright and cold of the chilly dungeon air against her clammy skin.
"What do you think of your Granny now, baby girl?!" Blake sneered down at Dahlia, who sat in her playpen, staring at her Granny's lifeless body. "You'll never tell, will you? You can't even say flower correctly." Dahlia's eyes filled with tears and her lip quivered. Why did he hurt Granny? "Dahlia, sweety... Are you listening to me?" he stepped into her view. Dahlia's eyes wandered up, stopping to stare at the bloody blade of his favoured knife that Blake gripped in his hand. It dripped wet with Granny's blood.
Blake waved his hand to cast his magic. "You'll remember nothing, Dahlia."
But she did remember. She remembered him arguing with Granny, demanding to know the secret of her flowers. And when Granny refused to tell him, he had killed her, aiming his throwing knife to her throat, just as he would do to Dahlia's mother in six years time.
"Guess the city will need a new Holder." He said with a dry chuckle, nudging Granny's limp body with the toe of his shoe.
Blake cleaned his precious knife and stowed it away into the pocket of his invisible shelving. He paced the floor patiently, an occasionally number escaping his lips in a whisper. Then he stopped his pacing and sneered down at Dahlia. "Poor angewic wittle girl." He cooed sarcastically, and walked to her, kneeling down, resting his arms on the edge of the playpen. Dahlia's eyes widened in fear. She sniveled.
Black scoffed amusingly. "How smart you are..." He drawled. "Can't say much about the rest of your family." Her whimpers turned into cries as he picked her up and placed her at his hip. "That's it, build up them tears." He whispered, kissing her forehead. "Put on a nice show for your Mommy." He took her to the foyer and stood near the door, twisting his face in horror.
The door opened, revealing Dahlia's mother. The woman had glittering pink hair, and sea green eyes. She was a bit short for the average Divian, standing at just under the five foot mark. When she seen the faces of Blake and her daughter, her bright smile faded and she asked what was wrong.
"Your m-mother..." Blake sobbed, tears filling his eyes. "Oh, it's so awful, Mari! I had just arrived three minutes ago and heard the baby bawling a fit..."
"Mummy!" Dahlia screeched, holding her arms out to the woman. Blake handed off Dahlia to her mother, and the baby instantly buried her head into her mother's chest.
"Sunny's dead, Marigold... I'm so sorry, my dear." He said it like he had really meant it.
Dahlia's mother let out a cry. "No!"
"I'll clean up the mess." He offered gravely.
"Mess?"
"Yes... I... think it was one of them... wizards- stabbed her right in the throat."
"Oh, Mama...!" Marigold breathed in devastation. "How absolutely horrid!"
Blake sniffed. "She was such a lovely ryanannon. Those beasts will never leave us alone... But, I'll protect you and the little girl- if you'll allow me."
"What would we do without you, Blake?" Dahlia's mother hugged the man.
"You shall never know." Blake tapped her back. "Don't go into the living room. It's not a precious sight."
Marigold nodded and bit her lip, tears dripping down her face, wetting the top of Dahlia's head.
"You'll be safe with me. Both you and the child."
"Mummy!" Dahlia woke up, gasping for air. She put a hand to her chest, feeling the violent thumping of her heart, and then, she began weeping. Blake had eliminated what family she had, and would have killed her too if she hadn't had been made The Holder. But he also knew Dahlia was the only one left who had the ability to fetch the enchanted flowers he so desired to have. So that was two reasons to keep her alive.
And without those two things, he would have killed her long ago. Probably the same way...
"Nightmare?" A soft voice asked, startling Dahlia. Albus Dumbledore sat in the chair that was by her bed. That chair had been used by several different people now. Dahlia was sure she would not be able to name them all if she was asked to.
"Dumbledore...!" She gasped, gaping her jaw. She was in the same room with one of the most powerful wizards of all time!
The old wizard frowned a little. "I can assume by your reaction that your memories still evade you?"
Dahlia nodded, wiping her face dry with the sleeve of the shirt she wore.
"Then there are somethings that I am afraid that I must explain to you, as it is rather important for you to know. Let us hope that you can still finish what have you started."
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