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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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imran ramji: Draco and Harry's pairing is important to the plot.:)

Chapter 68-
"Breathe slow." Craig said coaxingly, sitting himself next to Dahlia. "You've made a good mess. Mrs. Anderson isn't going to be too thrilled with that."
Dahlia put her dizzy head between her knees, swallowing repeatedly to relieve her throat of the fire that had built up from her throwing up.
"You're the first person to have thrown up at the news of me being a wizard." Craig told her amusingly.
"I-" Dahlia's sentence was interrupted by the urge to cough. "I don't understand..." she whispered.
"My Lord!" A woman with long, black hair, wearing a purple and black fancy dress, gasped. She was hurrying up to them with a horrified look on her face. "What happened here?!" She demanded, curling her lip at the foul puddle at Dahlia's feet.
Craig stood up, putting his hands behind his back. "Helga," he addressed with heavy authority to his voice. "Find Mrs. Anderson and tell her that she has a mess to clean up."
"And what is wrong with a casting a simple cleansing spell yourself?!" The woman asked hotly.
Craig scoffed. "That's Mrs. Anderson's problem."
"She's busy with the baby!"
"Then the mess shall wait, shalt it?" Craig challenged with a raised eyebrow. "Or do I need to speak with Mother about it?"
Helga's mouth clamped shut. She gave him an impatient look before equipping herself with a wand and silently cleaned Dahlia's mess herself.
"That works too." Craig said smugly. "Kindly make sure Marissa doesn't bother us again. She was floating around obnoxiously. I'd prefer she didn't."
"Of course." Helga replied stiffly before walking away.
"I'm sorry..." Dahlia said quietly. "I-"
Craig lifted an arm up to stop her. "No need to apologize. It was just an accident." He sat back down, taking her hand into his. "Are you feeling any better?"
Dahlia pulled her hand from his and wrapped her arms tightly around her stomach. "I guess so... but, I don't get it... How are you a wizard? You don't go to Hogwarts..."
"No, but going to Hogwarts doesn't make a man a wizard." Craig leaned back against the wall, crossing his arms. "I really wasn't ready to tell you that just yet." He grumbled. "Damn my niece to hell."
Dahlia gasped. "You don't mean that?!"
He rolled his eyes. "No, I don't, but she's incredibly annoying! Ruined all my fun too, I was going to see how long it would take for you to figure it all out!"
"Why don't you go to Hogwarts?"
"I go to a smaller school in Germany. My father went there, so now I do."
"But you live as Muggles... Why?"
"Not as Muggles, just with them." He corrected patronizingly.
"Why?"
"Well, why not?" He returned.
"I thought wizard families live with wizards..."
Craig shrugged. "Mother studies them and writes books on her research, we get the best of both worlds."
"Your niece, she called me a mudblood..."
"She's here on visit and is not used to your kind. Her father is quite prejudice, but my family is not, including my older sister- the woman that cleaned up your upchuck."
"She said you all know about me?"
Craig smirked. "Magic is not an easy thing to hide; I've seen you do it."
"When?!" Dahlia shrieked. "I'm not supposed to!"
"That never seems to stop you." He shrugged. "The owls are a dead giveaway though, I suppose you needed one for your first year at Hogwarts."
"Those owls aren't mine."
"One is Harry Potter's; The Boy Who Lived."
"And the other belongs to my brother." Dahlia said firmly. "Who isn't a wizard."
"Yes, that much is very obvious. Dudley has absolutely no talent. We know who hogged up all the good genes, don't we?"
Dahlia looked away from his grin. Her arms were still wrapped around her stomach, although she wasn't really feeling sick anymore.
Craig set his hand to her back. "I guess this works out alright." Craig said softly. "Now we can be together more often. And talk about the magical world. I've been waiting years to do that. Mother thought it wouldn't be wise to alert you about it. Your Mother is strongly against freakish things, and mine likes yours a lot- for some reason that I'll likely never understand."
"Could you not touch me?" Dahlia asked uneasily.
"Do you find me that repulsive?" Craig sounded more curious than insulted, he did not remove his hand though.
"I do, actually." She answered, standing up and narrowing her eyes at him. His hand was still poised in the position it had been, raised at where it had been when it was touching her back. His own eyes narrowed, and he inhaled deeply, as if he had been insulted.
"It doesn't really matter what you think, I suppose." He said, setting his hand onto his knee. "Someday you'll submit to your fate."
"Oh, really?" Dahlia placed her hands to her hips, making his eyes fall down to them, grinning at her body language. "And just what is that?!"
Craig stood to join her, leaning ever so slightly toward her. "You're smart," he whispered eerily. "Figure it out."
Dahlia scoffed. "What, you think I'm going to fall head over heels for you?"
He tilted his head, processing her question. "Not all marriages are based on love. Ours will be formatted on how physically attracted we are to each other."
"Physi-" Dahlia couldn't finish. She burst out laughing. "You're funny, Mr. Morgan! A riot you are!"
"Stop it!" He snapped coldly. "Stop laughing!"
"There's not a girl alive that would find you attractive." She said through her laughing.
Craig scowled, and removed his wand. "You're lying!" He snarled, pointing his wand at her. "Take it back!"
Dahlia ceased her laughter, eying the wand. "Would you rather I lied then?"
"You like me!" He insisted. "You just don't know it yet!"
"You're a foolish, little boy, Mr. Morgan." She told him. "I don't like you in anyway. And it doesn't sound like I much ever did. Besides that, I don't do much courting; so you have no chance with me."
"Yes." He emphasized slowly. "I do, if you wish for our Mothers to remain friends. You don't quite understand what leverage I have here. Without my Mother, yours would be completely lost. She'd feel left out of her family, while also out of her muggle social life that she has so hard built up. Without all that, she's powerless. That's even before I get to your father's life." He said smugly. "Mother can easily get him fired from his job. What will become of your happy family then?"
Dahlia bit her lip with a sudden worry. "I'm just guessing here, but you're intending to blackmail for a while, aren't you?"
"Ah, see, I knew you were smart." He smiled, twitching an eye with glee.
Dahlia sighed in defeat. "Are you going to keep your gentleman promise?" She asked warily. "You're not going to... force yourself on me or anything like that, are you?"
"My Mother raised a gentleman, not a barbarian." Craig told her firmly.
"What's the point in all this then?"
Craig held out his hand, wiggling his fingers, gesturing her to take his hand. "Two reasons," he murmured, squeezing the hand that she had set into his. "The first is to prove you wrong, that you do have feelings for me." He lifted her hand to his lips, softly touching them to her. "The second is more important, though. You see, Mother is starting this study. She seems to think that halfbloods are the most powerful breed of wizard. I'm the pureblood and you're the muggleborn."
Dahlia furrowed her eyebrows. "We're going to be a breeding experiment?"
Craig nodded. "When we're both well ready for it."
"That's just barbaric!"
Craig rolled his eyes. "It is scientific, but that is years to come. For now, let's have some innocent adolescent fun." He looked at his watch, frowning a bit. "We've already missed twenty minutes of the film, but it can't hurt to arrive late."
He led out of the house her by the hand to the car that his cousin was waiting in. "It's about bloody time!" The man looked similar to Craig, only much older, and less geeky, wearing a stylish muggle suit. "What were you doing?! Snogging?"
"You will not speak about Miss Dursley that way." Craig told Mason in an ordering tone. "She is a lady, and you will treat her with the utmost respect."
"Yes, sir, Mr. Morgan!" Mason mocked with a roll of his eyes.
"I am paying you to drive, not talk." Craig leaned forward, giving the man a hefty amount of currency.
"Yes, of course." Mason instantly changed his tone.
"To the theater then."
It was a short drive to the congested part of the city, a place busier than Hogwarts itself, which said a lot. Dahlia didn't like being surrounded by much people. Until this year, the most people she had been around at once was four or five. The fact that they were all strangers increased her anxiety a bit. If anyone found out about her Divian heritage, it could be dangerous.
"These are all muggles right?" She asked Craig looking around, curling her fingers tighter around his hand than need to be.
"Well, according to Mother's statistics, about two percent of the people here are a wizard or witch."
"And what about other magical beings?"
Craig gave her an odd look. "Such as?"
Dahlia eyed a man that passed by her, dressed in similar clothes that she was used to seeing. She dropped her eyes quickly and ducked behind Craig.
"What's wrong with you?"
"I'm not supposed to-" she stopped herself from finishing that sentence. Craig didn't know what she was, thus he couldn't know that she was forbidden to go anywhere without a Protector.
Craig turned to face her. "You look awful." He announced, wrinkling his face up. "Don't be scared, you've lived here all your life. It's safe here."
Dahlia took a deep breath and nodded. "You're right. I'm just acting silly." But her racing heartbeat wouldn't slow. If anyone found out who she was, there could be trouble.
She followed behind Craig with her eyes glued to the ground at their feet. He bought them popcorn and drinks then took her to a large, dark room with a big screen. They sat in the back row, which was mostly empty.
"We have privacy this way." Craig explained.
Dahlia mildly agreed, shakily taking a kernel of popcorn from the bucket he had offered to her.
She never did concentrate on the film, although Craig seemed interested in the story enough. She absentmindedly tapped her fingers against the arms of her seat until Craig covered one them with his.
"You're sweating," he whispered. "Are you feeling okay?"
"I'm..." Dahlia glanced around at the people. None of them were paying them any attention. "Not used to being around people."
Craig softly chuckled. "You go to Hogwarts. After two and a half years, I would think you'd be accustomed to lack of personal space."
"Well, I'm not!" She hissed, annoyed by his tone.
He sighed patronizingly, something Dahlia was beginning to believe was a signature of his. "Would you like to leave then?"
"Please." She answered a bit too quickly.
Craig muttered under his breath before getting up. "Here." He shoved their rubbish into her arms. "Throw these away."
"And why can't you throw your own rubbish away?" Dahlia asked a bit dumbly, glancing at the half eaten bucket of popcorn.
He raised an eyebrow as if he was surprised that she had asked such a thing. "Because I told you to do it." Was all he said about it. "I've got to make a trip to the mens room. Wait for me there."
Dahlia sighed as he walked off, leaving her alone, standing in the aisle. With a look over her shoulder, scanning the crowd that gave her the chills, she walked out of the room to deposit the rubbish into a waste can.
She stood between the bathroom doors waiting for the annoying boy to come out. Her eyes never stopped moving, sprinting from one place to the next. She'd be much happier at home, having had enough of an outing for the rest of eternity.
Her gut was going mad with anxiety. And her gut hardly was ever wrong.
A flash of colour caught her eye. A man with a green hair came into view at the counter of the lobby. His robes were patchy with all sorts of colours. The predominate being purple. Dahlia froze in horror. There was no mistaken. Her breathing stopped, jaw dropped, eyes wide. Her insides told her to move, but she didn't.
The man looked toward her and gave her a smile. Dahlia wasn't the only one staring at him. His outrageous attire had snagged the attention of the muggles. They had a different name for him though. Gypsy. They thought he was some sort of traveler, because of his colourful robes, hair, and backpack.
"I can't believe anyone would dye their hair like that!" A woman whispered to another. She would probably freak if she knew that was his natural hair colour.
"Miss Dursley." Craig had emerged from the bathroom. "What are you staring at?" But by that time, the Divian had turned to walk out of the building.
Dahlia swallowed hard. There was no chance that the man did not know who she was. He had taken the moment to look at her and he had definitely noticed her.
"I need to go home now." She told Craig. "Right now!"
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