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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:
starr: Yes, he totally deserves an award :)
Christopher: It's just a story, dude. I promise I am not secretly sending subliminal messages to my readers, heh. Also, I am not sure if you have been reading every chapter, as your reviewing just seems a bit random (although I do enjoy reading your critizing on the thoughts of my fictional character), but Dahlia has had many selfish thoughts. I can't say much more about it, though, just remember this is what Dahlia thinks.
Imagine the controversy you could come up with if you were tossed inside of Dumbledore's head for a day.

Chapter 63-
Could she ever adjust to this all? It was just to weird and abnormal for her. Seeing people who she grew up knowing that were dead victims of a horrific war walking around. It was so very strange.
And living in the wizard world was pretty weird for her too. In Hogwarts of all places. She'd never been around so many people, and it didn't help that she could hardly escape for a peaceful minute because there was always some kid that would approach Dahlia to talk with her or ask a question.
They admired her...
Dahlia wasn't unaccustomed to such attention. With her special status in Divinity, everyone treated her like she was some delicate, near extinct specie that could die at any moment. Well, everyone besides Blake, of course, but since he was her assigned Protector, it was assumed by the people that he treated her just like the rest of them did. It was how he could get away with the slaughtering that he did. He was "protecting" Dahlia from intruders who supposedly wished her harm. And when it came to harming The Holder, the Pures, the infants, and the ryannans, even a rare Divian could shed blood to protect what was theirs.
Most Protectors didn't do that, but some did get carried away, and since Divians did occasionally have a real threat made against their civilization, trespassers were warned to take an extreme caution. Blake took this warning to his advantage. The Council wasn't alerted on even five percent of Blake's victims though. Blake was too smart to allow himself to look too suspicious.
"Why am I liked so much?" Dahlia asked Hermione Granger on their way down to breakfast one morning in November. She had been prepped with how her alias 'Miss Dahlia Dursley' lived, and the professors had finally thought it was safe for her to return to the general population of Hogwarts. Including her own dorm room that she shared with Hermione. She didn't see much of the girl though. The future heroine had taken every class possible of that yeat (but had dropped out of Divinations), and was extremely busy from all the studying.
Hermione thought about Dahlia's question before she gave an answer. "I'm only guessing from observation, but I think it could be because of your lack of favoritism toward the Gryffindors."
"I surely can't be the only one here that does that?"
"No, but you're the only one that openly expresses it. You've boldly helped a good lot of Slytherins, including some of the less deserving."
"A little kindness can go a long way. I've learned that."
"And even assisting the less desirable of Hogwarts. Like Mrs. Norris."
Dahlia wrinkled her noise. "I don't remember doing that..."
Hermione smiled. "Ron told me how nutty you were when you caught Mr. Filch's cat who had somehow gotten a bit of tape wrapped around her paws and tail. You moved the offending pieces from Mrs. Norris, even though she scratched and hissed at you for touching her. Ron reckoned it was caused by an awful trick of Fred and George's, but there's no proof either way.
And then there's the rumor about you taming Professor Snape..." Hermione whispered.
"Taming?"
"The older students hated him before we started Hogwarts. He's no Professor Lupin, but he is less irritated now. To Gryffindors especially." She grinned proudly. "I haven't had a point deduction in his class in a month."
Dahlia pressed her lips together, troubled by this information. She hoped she wasn't changing the man too much...
"Hello..." the familiar drawl of Draco Malfoy met Dahlia at the Great Hall's entrance doors. He smiled at her sight, something he really didn't stop doing when she was around.
Hermione excused herself quickly, hiding a grin.
"Hey..." Dahlia said quietly. She wasn't sure how to address Draco's love for her. In one hand, she immensely enjoyed the boy's intimate attention, but in the other, he had a future that she couldn't mess with.
"Hello, Draco." A new voice said a bit coldly, stepping up to Dahlia. Harry's...
She couldn't get used to the idea of Harry considering her as his sister but he took his role seriously, and was beginning to show a distaste for Draco's fondness of Dahlia.
"Harry." Draco greeted with a smirk.
"Don't you know that it's forbidden to fool around with your best friend's sister?"
Dahlia snorted at the irony in the question Harry shot at Draco.
"Why's that funny?" Harry asked, narrowing his eyes.
"Um..." Dahlia couldn't think of a good lie, so she clamped her mouth shut and gave a slight shake to her head.
"I didn't know we were best friends, Harry." Draco raised an eyebrow.
"We've been friends since the first year, do you think it would be wise to break it off over some petty argument?" Harry held out his hand to call a truce.
Draco chuckled, taking it. "A scheme to draw me away from your sister, hmm?"
Harry now smirked. "Maybe."
"And I suppose I get no say in this?" Dahlia asked.
Harry glanced at her and nodded. "You are wise enough to handle things on your own, Lia. I'm sorry. I just felt like ruffling the ferret's fur a little..." he laughed. "Thought'd I give him a bit of a warning too."
"I know I know." Draco raised his hands up. "If I ever hurt her, you'll kill me."
"Precisely."
"Such predictability, Harry." Draco tutted.
"As long as the message is clear."
"Crystal." Draco nodded. "I'd never hurt her anyway."
"Then let's proceed to breakfast." And Harry led the way to the Gryffindor table.
Harry Potter... protecting her...
Dahlia's heart lifted. It was an amazing feeling to have a real hero look out for her, and not some evil man who only pretended to be a hero, when, in fact, he terrorized her just about every day.
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Christmas break had arrived. The morning of her leave, Dahlia paced the open space in her dorm room nervously. She had no choice but to spend the following two weeks with people she didn't even know. People she had heard very little about, only that they hadn't been very kind people to Harry in his younger years. Although, that wasn't the case now, which meant that her alias must have somehow changed them. Harry swore to her that they weren't so bad anymore, but admitted that they used to be.
It didn't help that Harry wasn't even going to be there with her. Sirius Black had invited him over to his place for Christmas. He had invited Dahlia too, but the people who were her legal guardians in this place in time wouldn't let her go; wanting to spend time with their 'daughter'.
"Are you okay?" Hermione asked worriedly. Everyone knew that Dahlia had lost her memory of her life, having to "learn" everything all over. Most were patient about it, especially when she appeared confused about a story they told that she didn't remember all too clearly.
"I don't want to go...I just... want to stay here."
"They are your parents; they love you and want to see you."
"I don't know them... and I have to pretend that I do." Professor Snape said it would be wiser for Dahlia to pretend around her muggle 'parents' that she hadn't had lost her memories, otherwise they would likely pull her out of the school, finding it unsafe. That's when Dahlia slipped up that she had told Draco that her 'father' was actually a squib. Professor Snape was shocked by that news. She had asked him to keep it to himself..
"I think everyone is supposed to think that I am a muggleborn."
"Except Draco." Professor Snape had said dryly.
Dahlia had shrugged. "I must have felt he needed to know."
She had even had to take a special potion to grow her hair back to its previous length. "Aunt Petunia would freak if she saw your hair like this." Harry had told her dramatically.
Only Professor Snape and Professor Dumbledore knew who she really was. They stressed that if others knew, it would eventually come out, and she could be in danger just because she knew events of the future.
"It'll be okay." Hermione said soothingly. "Your memories will come back, and then you'll be happy that you had returned home for the holidays."
Dahlia put a hand up to her head. She should be happier now that she didn't have to see Blake anymore. And once she helped this era with their rising dark lord, her own world's leader will fall.
Not like she wished death on Blake, as murderous as he was, but what else was there to do? There was obviously no way to stop Blake than to ensure he was never made in the first place. Which meant she knew who to look for when the time came. The days would go by slowly though, and she had no idea where Blake's mother would be, but Dahlia would search for her.
And then she also had to deal with the fact that she would also cease to exist... She couldn't get close to anyone...
Draco met Dahlia at the bottom of the staircase on the ground floor that morning. He grinned mischievously and pointed above their heads.
Mistletoe. That sneaky snake.
"Aren't you going to be engaged soon?" She whispered, dodging his kiss.
Draco sighed, a scowl appeared onto his face. "Why must you remind me of that?!"
"You need to face reality. I won't deny that I like your... caresses-"
"Then don't!" He hastily took one of her hands and peck his lips to it, his grey eyes glowing with brightness.
"I can only hurt you, sweet Draco." She said gently, pulling her hand away. She didn't want to say that she didn't love him and shatter the boy's heart in pieces, but he needed to know that he couldn't have her.
No matter how much she really enjoyed his touch. If times were different, and if she wasn't a Divian, she could see herself with this boy wizard. Divians only mated for reproduction though, they didn't mate for life. Thus, even if she wasn't going to disappear into non-existence in a few years, she would only end up hurting Draco later by leaving him and taking his unborn child with her (that is, if they had managed to breed a child).
It was the way it went with her kind. And if she wasn't going to die, she would do it also, just like almost every other Divian before her had. It would be her duty. That was the way it had been since the dawn of their first creation.
"You could never hurt me." Draco said softly, brushing his lips against hers.
Wasn't this against school rules?
And why should she care?
Her head spun as he deepened the kiss. A fire kindled in her belly. She anxiously opened her lips to the tip of his graceful tongue that toyed the entrance to her mouth-
"Mr. Malfoy." A cold drawl was heard. In the corner of her eye, Dahlia saw Professor Snape looking down at them. Draco stepped back, his face was flush from arousal. "You are lucky Professor McGonagall didn't catch you."
Draco sighed in defeat. "Who's bloody idea was it to have so much Mistletoe strung about?!"
"Your father would also disapprove." Professor Snape said lowly, ignoring the boy's question.
"I don't ruddy care!" Draco seethed angrily and stalked off.
"Do you love him?" The professor asked Dahlia bluntly when Draco was well out of earshot.
"Divians who love suitable mates are rare."
She always got a strange look from Professor Snape when she talked about mating and breeding. Wizards didn't call it that. And Professor Snape once told her that it sounded like she spoke of animals when she talked that way.
"Then might I suggest severing your intimacy with him and not feed his desires?"
Dahlia nodded. "I just feel so awful... He seems really... determined to make this work. And he's just so cute and sweet. I don't want to hurt his feelings..."
"If it helps you at all, I am sure he only latched onto you out of desperation. I doubt his love has anything in accuracy."
"Why don't you think it's real?" she asked abruptly. Did he know about Draco's sexual preference? Even when Draco didn't know it himself yet?
"Wait until you cross paths with the Parkinson girl. You'll understand... " He paused, shifting his eyes away. "Although... I am surprised he chose... you." and with that, he turned from her to walk to the Great Hall.
So he did know.
How long would it be before Draco figured it out for himself though?
Maybe he had to marry his future wife first. Dahlia didn't rightfully know much about the Malfoys. Only that Harry Potter and Draco Malfoy ended up together much later in their lives. Harry's life events had always made news. But he and Draco must had loved each other, because, in Dahlia's time, they've been together for the past twenty years.
Dahlia learned about Pansy Parkinson soon after that. When she had exited the bathroom, the girl, who was larger than her, pushed her roughly back inside.
"Mudblood!" Pansy seethed, pointing her wand threateningly at Dahlia. "Let me make this clear to you. Draco Malfoy is mine!" She sneered. "If you wish to keep all your limbs, I'd advise you to stay away from him."
"He doesn't want you." Dahlia told the girl.
Pansy prodded her in the ribs with her wand. She laughed. "Draco is thirteen, he doesn't know what he wants. Doesn't know what's good for him. We've known each other since we were in nappies. He is mine."
Dahlia nodded. "Yes, you are right, he doesn't know what he wants right now."
Pansy let out a smug sigh. "You understand then, Mudblood? You will not pursue my man?"
Dahlia had severe trouble with stopping herself from bursting out into giggles. She managed though. Barely. "Draco will choose who he feels is right when the time comes."
"And that'll be me!" Pansy said. She then stung Dahlia with a hex. "Let that be a reminder, Mudblood." She laughed and exited the room.
Dahlia rubbed her stinging cheek, glaring at the door that still swung from the other girl's departure.
Pansy Parkinson was a bitch, but karma will deal with her properly. All in time.
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