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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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A/N: Sorry it was a long wait. I am competing in the Quidditch League now, so I am writung for that. Also, I wanted to end the chapter in a certain way, and it took a while to get there. The good news for this is that it ended up being almost double the length of a normal chapter! Enjoy! (And then hate me...).
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# Chapter 66
Dahlia was quiet at dinner the night that Craig had came over to 'invite' her over to his mother's New Years party. Not like she talked much anyway, unless it was to her pet snake, Brutis. But that was all in a different time line.
Even at Hogwarts, she really didn't talk much though. With a school full of people that would be heroes and/or dead in just a few years from now, it wasn't uncommon for her to observe silently with interest. Most of the time she did it with wide eyes which earned several odd looks from her peers, and even the teachers. They'd stare too, if they knew what she did.
Right now, she couldn't give that part of her life much attention though, even if she had been sent here to patch that all up. Dahlia had a muggle to take care of, but she wasn't even sure how she should handle him. If she was in Divinity, she would have easily just scrambled his brain some. She couldn't do that here- not that she didn't have the ability, but because Professor Snape had warned her not to cast magic while she was with the Muggles, as it could be tracked. And, if she did some abnormally powerful spell that they either didn't recognize or that someone of her age shouldn't be casting, it would definitely put her into jeopardy. Dahlia couldn't do that. She was supposed to keep a low profile.
"Honey, you've barely touched your dinner." Mum sounded hurt, she looked at Dahlia worriedly.
"Um... sorry." Dahlia scooped up something into her mouth. She wasn't even sure what it was- that didn't much matter at the moment.
"So, what did Craig have to say?" Mum asked. Dahlia had the idea that she may had known exactly what it was, but would rather hear it from the girl.
Dahlia's eyes focused onto the bread roll on her plate. She wasn't much of a bread fan, and so it had been left untouched. "He... invited me to his mother's party on New Year's Eve."
Dudley snorted. "Bet he was peeved when you rejected the offer."
"I... accepted."
There was a loud clang as Dudley's fork dropped from his hand and clanked against his near empty plate. Dad began choking on his bite of food that he had just swallowed
"You what?!" Dahlia's muggle brother demanded. "Have you gone mad?"
"I think it's lovely!" Mum said cheerily. "I just knew you'd warm up to him eventually! He can do a lot for you, sweetheart."
Obviously the muggle woman had no idea that one of the things that the boy could do for her was blackmail her into dating him. Some muggles were completely useless. Dahlia was beginning to think that this woman was. She shook her head in disturbance. She was being too judgmental. Blake's gotten too far into her head.
Dahlia folded both her lips into her mouth, tucking them between her teeth. Her fingers clenched around her fork. "How differently you'd think if you knew what I knew then." She said stoically and got up calmly from the table. "I can't eat an ounce more, but what I did have was lovely. Thank you, Ma- ... Mum."
"What do you mean, sweety?" Mum asked Dahlia's back before she had had the chance to exit the kitchen.
Dahlia paused at the doorway. "I suggest that you observe your family's body language just a wee bit more." She said coolly before resuming her getaway.
She locked herself inside her room. Her sanctuary. In Divinity, her sanctuary was her massive produce garden, one of the only things that separated her 'talent' from the other Divians. She could grow the perfect crops. Her Granny had told her all sorts of things when she was a tot. Things she could still remember. Her Divian mother hadn't had much of a green thumb, having had focused more in mixing Elixirs.
Dahlia didn't have a garden here at the Dursleys though, and even if she did, it was in the middle of winter. The absence of her garden was mildly depressing, but she made do with what she could, locking herself inside her bedroom and moping at the floor of her bed.
"You remind me of Brutis." She said to Stivus as he curled himself on her chest, noting her mood. "Except much, much tinier. Brutis is big as an anaconda, and only I could see him."
Stivus raised his head, as if he could understand her words, and was interested in hearing more.
"He is special. Although... since no one else can see him, I often wonder if he's even real. Not that I'm crazy or anything; the mind sees what it wants." Dahlia shrugged. "Perhaps I'll know one day..." tears welled into her eyes. "When... I... disappear..."
Dahlia felt the tickle of Stivus' tongue against her chin. A faint flickering sound occurring at his movement. "You're sweet." She told him. "I'm going to let Harry have you when I die, he'll take swell care of you." She reached up to pet his head with a finger. She sighed. "At least I'll get to see Granny and Mummy again." She put her hands behind her head and looked up at the white ceiling deep in thought.
"Mari! Mari!" Granny called out with excitement as she entered through the back door, holding the toddler at her hip.
"What, Mother?" Marigold stepped in from the kitchen, wiping her hands.
"Dahlia!" The older ryanannon gasped, kissing the baby on the cheek. "She saw the flowers!" Granny snapped her fingers, conjuring up a jar of Divi Flowers.
Marigold walked to her mother and touched the jar. "She saw them?" Her voice squeaked.
Granny nodded, smiling widely. "And Dahlia even picked them."
"I 'ickt flawah!" Dahlia said proudly.
Marigold took Dahlia into her arms. "You precious little child." She kissed Dahlia's forehead.
"Mari, it'll be best to keep this to ourselves, alright?" Granny whispered to Marigold. "Tell no one."
"Of course, Mother. I know how that all goes."
"She's not ready for all the responsibility, yet. She's just a baby."
"And what are you whispering about this time, ryanannons?" Blake's voice happily asked from doorway of the kitchen. His eyes set onto Dahlia who stared back at him, as if she could read right through him.
Granny tensed up slightly. "We were just talking about Trista's surprise birthday party." She said smoothly.
"Goody. I'll bring the balloons." He offered, his eyes flickering up from Dahlia to Granny, he quirked up an eyebrow and curled his lips into a sneer. "Black and red?"
Granny scoffed. "Purple! You know that."
"Only kidding, Daffs." He replied in a not so believable tone.
"What is going on between you two all of a sudden?" Marigold asked after Blake had crossed the room to step into a closet that was a portal to the Muggle world.
Granny shrugged. "Sibling rivalry, I suppose..." she also appeared to be lying, although Marigold didn't seem to notice, as she cooed over her daughter.
"Time for sleepy time, baby!"
It didn't matter what she did. Even nearly fifty years into the past and the man still somehow invaded her space. Dahlia shut her eyes in frustration. Her mind should be hers. She should be able to control what was stored in it and not.
But she couldn't. She was The Holder. So she held onto things that she may never be relieved of. Blake's horrid secrets included.
For the next three hours, she heard several knocks on the door. Her muggle family tried to get her to talk with them. She'd answer enough just so they wouldn't think she was absent, but, after that, she would ignore them.
With Stivus cuddled into her arms serving as a mild comfort, she fell asleep on the floor, too lazy to move to the bed.
Dahlia woke up the next morning with a thudding pulse. She gasped, jumping onto the bed, warily looking around, but when she saw no crawling critters or some sort of bloodshed, she sunk down to her knees, breathing hard, coaxing herself to relax.
"Blake's not here." She repeated Professor Snape's words to herself. "You're safe."
"I'm safe." Dahlia said firmly. "Safe..." she had to say the word over and over before she believed it. Finally, she got off the bed and opened the door to her bedroom. "Mum?" She called out uneasily.
Mum leaned out from the bathroom, a toothbrush hung from her mouth. "Hmm?"
"Can we talk?"
Mum nodded then disappeared back into the bathroom and joined Dahlia a moment later. "What is it?"
"Well..." Dahlia looked into the mirror at her dressing table. "Obviously, you know boys are starting to like me now... and I just think the pigtails are a bit too... childish anymore." Mum frowned at that. "I just think Craig would like something different." Dahlia added quickly. In truth, she wanted to chop her bloody hair off.
"Alright." Mum said after a thought. "Would you like some help?" She asked, picking up a hair brush.
"Please." Dahlia said and sat in the chair at the mirror. Mum began to gently work the tangles out of her hair.
"Are you feeling okay?" The muggle asked.
"Yeah..." Dahlia said slowly, finding a bit of truth in it. "I'm... just trying to adjust. I think I'll be fine, though."
"Being a woman can be very stressing." Mum whispered. "But you're going to be a good one. I'm proud of you, and I love you so much." She lightly kissed Dahlia on the cheek, slightly surprising the girl.
"Th-thanks, Mum..." Perhaps she could get used to this; a loving family to come home when she needed. It had been so long since she had shared her life with such kind family.
"How's that, dear?" Mum asked several minutes later. Her hair had been pulled back and wrapped into a perfect bun at the back of her head.
Dahlia gawked at it. She looked like she was fifteen or sixteen now. It was... amazing. "It's wonderful, Mother..." she managed the compliment.
"You look so much older." Mum mused, her eyes watering. "I can't believe how much you've grown." The woman then hugged her, slightly crying.
"I'm... sorry..." Dahlia said uncomfortably, unsure of what she should do. She tapped Mum's arm softly.
"Don't be!" Mum then leaned over and snatched a tissue from the box on Dahlia's desk. "I just miss having you kids around. It's been hard on me."
Dahlia nodded.
"Your brother is making breakfast." Mum smiled faintly at that. "It'll be ready in a few minutes."
"Alright...thanks again, Mum." Dahlia told her as she left the room with a sniff and shut the door behind her.
Dahlia's eyes fell onto her school books. Maybe there was something in there about handling nasty muggles. She thought as her mind went back to her current problem with Craig Morgan. Maybe there was some sort of emergency contact device or something. She would have to read through her books after breakfast.
Dahlia quickly fed Stivus, and went down to her family's kitchen, feeling a little bit better than she did last night. A smiled spread across her face as they greeted her with lovely wishes of a good morning. Dudley stopped his eating to serve her a plate, gesturing her to sit next to him. They were believed to be twins, so they must have been close.
She kissed the man on the cheek who was her Dad in this time line and sat down at the table. "Thanks, Dudders." She said to the boy, using his nickname that Harry had supplied to her. The Dursley's had a pleasant breakfast filled with joyful laughter and bliss.
After breakfast, Dad wanted to play wizards chess, and so Dahlia got pulled into several two vs two games of that. Mum had a chess piece that was charmed to sound like Lily Potter, and Dahlia noted that she seemed to hold it whenever it got captured, as if afraid it'd get lost in the other pieces.
Lily Potter...
Many people missed her. She had been such a lovely witch.
Dahlia quickly got up, rushing to the bathroom. Such thoughts always brought tears to her eyes. She didn't know Harry's mother personally, but she had dreamed of many moments in her life. And the most heart breaking dream was watching Professor Snape find her dead.
"Are you okay?" Mum asked.
Dahlia took a deep breath. "Just perfect, Mum." She emerged from the bathroom after dabbing her eyes. "I think I need a nap now." In reality, she wanted to start reading those magic books.
It was well after dinner (in which she had opted to skip) before Dahlia stopped reading, her brain needing a rest. She had absorbed so many words that her head was hurting. If she didn't have another case of amnesia though, she'd never need to read them again. One thing that she was grateful for, thanks to her Holder status. It was similar to a photographic memory, but not quite. Her memory was sharp as a tack, storing most information away as if it were a file cabinet.
The last thing she had been reading was about the floo network, which had made her wonder if the Dursleys had any for their fireplace. So she went down to check.
"What are you looking for, pumpkin cake?" Dad asked, stirring his eyes from the television program he was watching.
"Floo powder." she answered, sighing in disappointment, seeing no bowl of dust on the mantle.
"I wouldn't doubt that you have some in your trunk."
Dahlia hadn't thought of that, but it would make sense that wizards and witches would travel with a stash of it. "Thanks, Dad, you're brilliant!"
Vernon Dursley chuckled to himself at the compliment.
True enough, Dahlia had a cup sized jar of floo powder in the bottom of her trunk. She took it back to the fireplace in a hurry, and grabbed a match from the match case and lit it, tossing the burning stick into the fire place.
Dad watched her eagerly as she floo called Professor Snape's private chambers, sticking her head into the warm harmless flames.
"Professor? I need some help, sir..."
"Master Prince is not here." Hops the House Elf announced.
Dahlia frowned. "Okay... Tell him I called, and that I need to talk to him."
"Of course, Miss Dursley." Hops said happily.
When the flames disappeared, Dahlia sat by the fire place, on her knees, trying to decide what to do.
"What do you need help with?" Dad asked softly, turning off the entertainment box.
"Magic... He knows all sorts. I need him to cast a certain spell."
"For what?"
"For safety precautions, and I'll leave it at that." She stood up, stretching her legs. "I suppose I'll go to bed now, and wait for his response."
"You can tell me anything, Dahlia." Dad offered. "I am your father."
Dahlia turned around to face him. "The muggle boy knows that I am not normal, and he's..." Dahlia shifted her eyes to the floor. Maybe she shouldn't tell him the complete truth. Fathers tend to be over protective of their daughters. Not that she had ever experienced such a thing in her real time line, but she had heard enough stories about it. "Well... he's keeping it a secret for me."
Dad nodded in realization. "And so you're doing him a favour because of that..."
"If you want to put it that way." Dahlia shrugged a shoulder.
"So what's the need for your professor?"
"A safety net." Dahlia answered quickly before escaping the curious look of her father by going up to her room for the night.
By the next morning, Dahlia still hadn't heard from Professor Snape. If it were any other man, she would have thought that it was because today was Christmas Eve, but she knew he didn't celebrate the holidays. Dahlia wasn't going to think about that all too much though, it would be too depressing, and would wipe away her cheery mood, which currently matched what The Dursleys were feeling.
Apparently, they took the Christmas holiday seriously. Mum was getting her annual party ready, that would begin that night at four. Dudley and Dahlia were helping her put up the decorations while Mum and Dudley sang Holiday songs. Mum thought everything had to be perfect, as if the Queen had accepted her invitation (and yes, of course Mum sent the invitation, but it had been politely declined).
Dahlia's happy day fell flat short when Craig came over around eleven, putting a dampener onto her mood.
"They are playing 'A Christmas Carol' at the Live Theater." He informed her after she had slipped out of the house to speak with him. "I've come to fetch you for it."
Fetch? Like a bloody dog? Dahlia pursed her lips. "I'm busy helping Mum with the party preparations." She informed him. Dahlia allowed herself to smirk at that, having one upped him.
Craig didn't let that bother him. His snobbish facial look and voice changed none."You come up with enough excuses to skip out on me, I am sure you could do the same for your mother."
"Oh, but everything just must be perfect." Dahlia argued. "It is a real pity that I can not come." She told him, mimicking the same tone he had used. As she opened the door to retreat back inside, Craig pulled her out of the way, and went into the home like it was his.
"What are-"
"Oh, Mrs Dursley!" He called out innocently. "I was wondering if I could take Dahlia to see a Christmas show, but she's such a sweet girl, she thought you would prefer her to stay here and...work." He said the last word like it was the Devil's favourite curse. Craig then snatched Dahlia's hand into his. "Smile nicely and be cute now." He instructed her under his breath.
With pure loathing, Dahlia smiled. Until she could speak to Professor Snape, she'd have to go along with this boy's hoax of a relationship.
"Oh, Dahlia!" Mum about squealed in excitement, and entered the living room, seeing the "adorable" couple together. "It's your holiday, sweety! Run along and have fun!"
"Thanks, Mother..." Feed me to the bloody wolf, why don't you.
Surely Craig was better than Blake, though, right? Dahlia eyed the Muggle. He was smaller than Blake, had no knife to toy with, and neither the magic that the man held.
Yes. She could handle a muggle boy for the day, if this is what she had to do to. She's lived through much worse.
Craig gently helped her get her coat on (as if she really needed help), and led her down the street to his house. Rather, it was really more of a mansion. Square and five stories tall. It looked like something taken out of a horror movie, at least before the horrors started. It was well kept. Clean and representable. Still... there was something eerie about it.
"My cousin is going to be our escort today." Craig said, gesturing to the car parked in his overly long circular driveway.
"Lovely." She muttered.
"Oh, cheer up." He said encouragingly, swinging their linked hands o brighten her mood. "It's certainly not the end of the world."
Dahlia pulled her hand from his. "If you think this is a good way in winning the heart of a girl, you need some severe help!"
Craig scowled, but said nothing to that. "Come." He ordered of her, very much like someone would of a dog. "We will let Mason know that we are ready."
"I'll just wait here, thank you."
"You may want to come inside then, otherwise I might let my mouth run a little loose..." he made a pretend phone with his hands. "Oh, hello, Mrs. Henderson. Yes, didn't you know that The Dursley girl is a witch? I wonder if it runs in the family. Click." He looked at her, waiting for her reaction.
Dahlia kept her bubbling anger under control. Her curiosity was much more stronger anyway. "Why aren't... you afraid of me?"
"A little knowledge can go along way." He held the door open, motioning her in with a swing of his arm. "Inside, my lovely lady."
With her skin crawling and knees trying to give out underneath her, Dahlia wobbled passed him and went into the home of Craig Morgan.
She was greeting by warm air, with a heavy mint scent. The floors and walls were all wooden, a bright color. Surprisingly different than what Dahlia had imagined. It was decorated elaborately with festiveness. There was a Christmas tree in the foyer, and, as she followed Craig out of the foyer, she was greeted with another one at the end of it. In the "meeting room" (Craig had called it), which looked like a massive living room, lacking a telly, there were two Christmas trees with huge piles of wrapped gifts under them, one of each side of the room.
"Wait here." Craig told her, stopping at the bottom of a shiny staircase with a red and white rug. There was a bench near it and Dahlia sat on it, looking around. She was in a hall path with a lot of closed doors. A Christmas wreath hung on each one.
"Hello!" A little voice greeted happily. It was a tiny girl with dark long hair, and a blue frilly dress. She was maybe four or five years old. "I am Marissa. What is your name?"
"Um... Dahlia..."
"Oh! You are a witch?" Marissa's face lit up. "Where is your wand, hmm? Let me see it."
"Craig told you?"
The girl rolled her eyes. "No! Silly gilly! We all know!"
"And who are you?" Dahlia asked.
"Marissa. I just told you that! Boy, does muggle blood take a few points off your intelligence quotient level." She tapped her head, then giggled.
"Muggle blood...? How-"
"Rissy!" Criag snapped suddenly, making the girl jump a mile. "Dahlia is my guest, find your own!" He growled. Marissa ran off, squealing like a pig.
"Don't kiss her too much, Uncle Craig!" The girl sneered, stopping at the end of the hall. "You'll make half mudblood babies!"
"Be off!" Craig reached into his sweater vest, pulling out a stick-
No... it wasn't a stick...
It was a wand! A wizard's wand!
Dahlia suddenly felt the world spun around her. The room's colours mixed together, swirling into an ugly orange. And then, she felt herself heave up her breakfast.
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