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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 62-
"Do you believe it now?"
In the darkness, Dahlia couldn't remove her eyes from the trio standing across the street from her. One of them was actually her. She had no idea how old she was, but she was definitely much older than the body she currently stood in.
The conversation her older self was having with two males made her understand just why Professor Dumbledore had been so persistent with her remembering her memories.
Dahlia tipped her head and looked to the ground after hearing her older self stumble over words in fear that Blake would find out that she was working against him.
Swallowing hard at the news that Blake would be successful with his plans, Dahlia nodded. "I do, sir, but what do we do now?"
Professor Dumbledore sent them both back to year 1993 with a gadget called a time turner. Professor Snape was standing in the exact place that they had left him in.
The headmaster walked around to the back of his desk and drew open a drawer. "Due to the pressing circumstances, I recruited some help on destroying the Horcruxes. That said, there are only a couple left according to the list you gave me." He set a yellow sheet of paper onto his desk. Some words were crossed off.
"Horcruxes?"
"Voldemort's attempt at making himself immortal. Very dark objects... If your people are just as wise as mine, they likely have kept such information from the general population."
"My people don't know much about dark magic. We focus more on positive influential magic."
"Good to hear." He said forcibly. "The idea is to wait on destroying the last two actual objects. We want to find Voldemort before he can build his strength up."
"You're going to capture him then?"
Professor Dumbledore nodded. "Tell me everything you know about Harry's success in Voldmort's defeat." His eyes glittered eagerly.
"I haven't told you already?" Dahlia asked suspiciously.
"You may not have had the chance until now. Quite a lot has happened lately." Professor Snape cut in dryly.
"Not sure if I should say anything..." Dahlia said slowly avoiding their piercing eyes. "I am afraid of messing up the future."
"You're already here to tamper with it." Professor Dumbledore said bluntly. "You've already made changes to it. Peter Pettigrew is sitting in Azkaban, Sirius Black is free; something that could not be said if it weren't for you. You've even saved my life-" Dahlia looked up at him with this, a tiny smile formed at his lips. "-and shall we not mention the abundance of people that your potion has cured?"
Dahlia raised up a finger sternly. "I don't know nothing about that."
Professor Snape grunted. "Someone from your part in time came up with it." He reached in his robes and pulled out a stack of papers. "Perhaps this will trigger something."
"My Christmas gift..." Dahlia took the papers from him and sat down in one of the spare chairs, setting the stack in her lap to read through them.
"You remember that?" Professor Snape asked.
"I dreamed it... Wonder what else that I dreamed about that is actually part of reality..." she skimmed over the papers. "Did we brew together, Professor?" She asked without looking up.
"We did. You introduced to me to the Jaradivi potion, the Jaradox potion, and the Spyder's potion."
Dahlia's head snapped up. "The Spyder's?"
He nodded, taking note in her sudden change in attention.
"I showed you that?"
"What of it?"
Dahlia bit her lip to keep from grinning. She wished she could remember doing that. She bet she had had a hard time spilling the beans on that one. Dahlia let out a small giggle.
"You're not going to tell me why that's a big deal?" Professor Snape asked evenly.
She looked up at him, the smirk creeping across her lips. "Surely you didn't think the name was just a coincidence?"
His eyes shifted to the floor uncomfortably. "You said you didn't remember anything..." he said slowly.
"Well, it'll be in the records of the future, sir. Nothing is ever kept a secret once you become famous. Everything comes out into the open then."
Professor Snape nodded knowingly.
"Well, this explains quite a bit." Professor Dumbledore chuckled from behind his desk, having had listened carefully.
"So..." Professor Snape started, gazing off across the room, deep in thought. "It is my potion then? Not some potion you brought from the future?"
"Yes, sir, it's yours. And it will eventually win awards."
"And it's used in..." he looked at Dahlia, his eyes grew wide with awareness of what this all meant.
"The Jaradivi." She said nodding. "My Granny used your potion and her flowers to make an even better elixir. One that can heal most, if not all, injuries to the brain." She tapped the papers. "These are your notes, by the way."
"What?!" He snapped out in surprise. "Mine?!"
"Every last one of them."
"You..." he tilted his head, narrowing his eyes in fury. "You were playing me! Manipulating me!" His hands balled into fists.
"You can't scold me for it." Dahlia told him with a grin. "I don't remember doing it at all-"
"You conniving little-"
"It seems to me that I was only introducing you to your successful experiments just a little earlier in time. Perhaps for a reason?" She cocked an eyebrow up suggestively.
"To aid in His fall?" Professor Snape questioned with a whisper.
Dahlia shrugged. "I can't really be sure, but why would I waste my time with you if these potions wouldn't have any use at all in my mission?"
Professor Snape stared at her in awe. "You're a... You're a little snake!" Professor Dumbledore made a small noise of amusement at this. "You pretend you're some innocent little girl, and the whole time you're stringing my arse!"
"You've earned the Order of Merlin, then, I would say, Severus." Professor Dumbledore pointed out gently.
"It's not my discovery!" He insisted irritably. "I don't want it if it's not rightfully mine!"
"The Spyder Potion is yours." Dahlia said gently. "And the Divi Flowers, and the Jaradivi potion belongs to my family, to which I have full ownership of. I must had planned for this to happen."
"Or perhaps you wanted the award for yourself!" He crossed his arms, glaring at her.
Dahlia shook her head. "I don't do such selfish things, and if that were really true, why would I even bother showing you the experiments? Wouldn't I just hog them all to myself?"
Severus let out a long hum, and took a deep breath. He smiled a little. An actual pleasant smile. "It's really mine..." he whispered. His eyes lit up, glittering like a dark, starry night. "I've got to owl the Minister!" He said and excused himself from Professor Dumbledore in a hurry.
"You are a true wonder, Miss Dursley." Professor Dumbledore smiled, shaking his head.
* / *
"What do you think of it?" Dahlia asked, gazing up at the purple plaque that hung on Professor Snape's office wall.
His own eyes also wandered up to it. "I have worked all my life to earn myself an OM. This is the one I wanted out of all of them." He said proudly. "I have made an achievement that no other has ever done before."
"What about all those people you saved?"
"You saved those people, Miss Dursley, not I."
"But it couldn't have been done without your potion."
"Nor your Grandmother's discovery." He added pointedly. "She should also get the award."
"Divians don't accept such awards." Dahlia said, rocking on the balls of her feet. "We do good things just to do them. And Granny was a pure Divian, which made it all the better."
"Is that like a pureblood?" He asked uncertainly.
"Not really..." she scrunched up her face. "Those that are bred out of love are born known as a Pure Divian. To Divians, the word pure means humble and beneficial. Pure in the wizards' eyes mean uncontaminated and unsoiled. Pure Divians live lives of complete selflessness."
Professor Snape raised an eyebrow. "How is that even possible?"
Dahlia sat in one of his chairs, and folded her legs underneath her. "For a Divian - it's very possible. We usually enjoy our simple lives. We are bred and raised to help, heal, and protect. Those that are pure just accelerate all the more in it."
"So, you all go around doing good deeds for wizards and witches?"
She smiled. "For everything really."
"Everything?"
"Plants, animals, muggles..." Dahlia shrugged. "Everything... We are each better at a different thing. I am best at healing humans and similar creatures, like imps, dwarves, pixies, and fairies. It runs in the family..." she paused frowning. "Or... at least mostly."
"That is why you have such astonishing healing powers..." Professor Snape concluded.
Dahlia chuckled bashfully. "I'm just terrible at brewing, and pretty much everything else. Everyone in my family are grand elixir mixers -that's what we call our potioneers."
"Yes... a potion prodigy you are not." He said dryly, before smiling faintly. "Thank you, by the way, Miss Dursley. I owe you a grand amount. If there's anything I can ever do, I expect you to come to me promptly."
Dahlia smirked. "Even if it means buying a Gryffindor the best broom on the market?!"
He groaned. "I beg you not to torture me!"
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