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Dahlia's Magic	By : lexiatel Category: Harry Potter AU/AR > General Views: 8802 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter 69-
"I don't see how you could even possibly know that!" Draco said crossly. He sat at the edge of the bed, sipping at a potion that Severus had given him.
"I happen to know quite a lot about true love. Real love. Not lust, or whatever you think you feel for the Dursley girl."
The boy let out a scoff of doubt. He didn't think Severus could have any idea since the man was single, but Severus wasn't going to tell him that the one woman he had ever loved was gone. He did know plenty about love. Much more than the young, unfortunate Malfoy heir did.
"Love is something you learn with time. It can start at a young age, but you don't tend to understand it until it is usually too late. When you care about someone so strong, you will do anything for them. You would be willing to die for them. You're willing to sacrifice all you've got just for a moment of their happiness to count. You'll hurt for them, ache for them. When they are not around, it is like a piece of your soul is gone." Severus met the boy's eyes with his. "Your parents love you this way. They'll do anything for your happiness. Anything so you can live on. They have risked their lives for you, and will continue to do so until they can no longer."
"My happiness?" Draco sneered. "Father was going to make me marry Pansy! I bet he's just positively ecstatic over this whole thing!"
Severus clenched his jaw to keep from saying what was on his mind. How wrong the young man was. The two male Malfoys really needed a long talk. If they could put their stubbornness on hold for just a few moments, each would understand the other a little better.
"You should to talk your father," Severus suggested softly. "Give him a chance to explain instead of jumping to conclusions."
"It doesn't matter anymore," Draco said hopelessly. "It's either I accept Pansy or my family's name goes under."
"Which is something you didn't seem to care about in the past few months when you were trying to court Miss Dursley."
The boy rolled his eyes. "I care about my name. It's just that..." he flopped himself on the bed, glaring at the ceiling above him. "I knew that Father would have had no choice in accepting Dahlia to be my wife. I am the only one that can continue the name." He covered his eyes with a hand, his voice choking up, and Severus could tell he was trying not to cry. "I can't let the name die." He whispered. "It's not just Father's name, it's mine. And it is my duty carry it on."
"Draco," Severus started, softly stepping toward him. "Before you make any definite decisions, you need to talk to your father. He'll help you, and if I am allowed, I'll be there too."
Draco nodded. "Would you go now?" He asked hoarsely. "I'd like to be alone."
"Of course." Severus silently summoned up a box of tissues. Draco was going to need them. "I'm just an owl away if you need me," he said sincerely.
"Thanks, Uncle Severus."
* / *
As Dahlia stepped onto the front stoop of the Dursley home, Craig reached out to touch her shoulder. "I'll see you at the party then."
"Yours?"
"No, you goof!" Craig laughed. "Your mother's party! Tonight."
Dahlia had forgotten all about that! After seeing the Divian earlier, she had been so worried that he would approach her. All she had wanted to do was get to home. It was safe there.
"Okay." Dahlia said with an absent mind. "See you then."
"Keep your hair like that." Craig said behind her. "I like it pulled back."
Dahlia shut the door between them then, sighing, leaning up against it. She was glad to be rid of him and the possibility of the Divian confronting her. Last she had seen, the Divian hadn't been following her. Maybe he didn't need her. She didn't know either way, but she was quite puzzled by it because there could only be one true Holder at one time, and his reaction didn't make sense having coming across a second one. It was like he hadn't had realized that she was The Holder.
Unless...
Was she not The Holder right now? That would make perfect sense, but why had the Divian smiled at her then, recognizing her as his own? She wasn't dressed like he, and she didn't have the Divian hair style nor colour(although her hair colour was true to her birth, it was not a normal Divian colour. It was rare for a Divian to have Muggle coloured hair).
If Dahlia looked like a Muggle, and was not the current Holder, how did that Divian know that she was one of his kind? And why didn't he come to her? Why wasn't he curious that she wasn't where she should be? If the roles were switched, Dahlia would have been both immensely concerned and curious. Concerned to see a Divian child mingling alone with the Muggles, and curious as to why and how it had happened.
Dahlia brushed off her muggle mother who was eager to hear the details of her outing. "It was fine," was all Dahlia said. What else could she say? That she puked in The Morgans' home, discovered that they were magical, Craig was a horrible, insufferable boy, and she crossed paths with a man of her own kind?
Yeah, that definitely wouldn't go over well.
It appeared that the family had prepared for the party just fine without her. Everything was in perfect order. Holiday decorations were hung, party snacks were scattered along a long buffet table. Mum, Dad, and Dudley were already dressed in their best clothing.
"I suppose I should wash up and change," Dahlia said and went up to her room.
Mum had ready picked out a pink and white dress for her to wear. Not very festive, but who was she to argue? Pink was one of her favourite colours too, so without much more of a thought, Dahlia put it on, making sure everything was spit spot. Harry had expressed this enough; her clothes couldn't even have a wrinkle in them.
Mum sounded like Blake when it come to things having to be in order. He could shed blood, but it had to be done exactly right or it'd be no good.
She shuddered at the thought.
Stivus wrapped himself around Dahlia's ankles affectionately. "Hi, there, sweet thing," Dahlia greeted, squatting down to pick him up and cuddle him to her face. "How was your day?"
He blinked his beady eyes in an answer. Of course she didn't much understand him, but that didn't matter. Dahlia then explained her day to Stivus while she made sure her finger nails were neatly trimmed for her mother's approval. They didn't need much work, but she decided to festively paint them for the party. First painting them green then adding a white Christmas tree shape to each of her thumbs.
"It looks decent enough," She announced twenty minutes later. "And they don't go bad against the dress Mum's making me wear." Dahlia held her fingers against the fabric and nodded. "Yes, not too bad at all." She then had a passing thought, wondering if Craig would like them.
"Argh!" Why should she care if that blasted boy liked her nails or not?!
'Because if he's not happy he'll ruin your muggle family,' her level headed self said to her.
That was something she couldn't allow to happen.
Heaving out a sigh, Dahlia put away her things back into their designated location. Just when she went to leave the room, she heard a slight tapping sound. She looked around, seeking out the source of the noise. Another tap brought her eyes to the window. A spider clung to the window. It was the one tapping the glass.
For her attention?
Curiously, Dahlia walked to the window to peer at it. She wasn't sure what type of spider it was, but it wasn't very big. Not tiny either. It was solid black with nasty looking fangs and a small rear end, indicating it to be male. It's legs were long, and hairy.
It tapped the window again. Almost rhythmically. One leg after another, in a pattern. Almost as if... As if someone was drumming their fingers against a surface...
Dahlia realized it then. Quickly, she cracked the window and watched the spider skitter to the gap, crawling into the room and down the wall. The bitter cold of the night made Dahlia shiver and she shut the window.
The spider had made its way to the center of the room.
"Is that you?" She asked softly, rubbing her hands up and down her bare arms.
The spider transformed then. "What gave it away?" Was the sarcastic reply. "A creature which hibernates in the winter wasn't solid enough?"
"Sorry, I wasn't really thinking of that."
"You requested my help?" Professor Snape asked. His lips twitched as if he was holding back a sneer.
"Yes, but that was last night. The Wizards need a better messaging system though, else you're incredibly slow at getting back to a person."
"I apologize." He said stiffly. "There was an emergency. I did not get your message until just minutes ago. I was going to knock on the front door, but there's several muggles arriving. Your muggle mother is entertaining guests, it seems." He eyed her dress and hair. "She allowed you to change the style?" He asked with a raised eyebrow, speaking about her hair.
"Yes."
He nodded. "What do you need me for?"
"Well," Dahlia started uneasily. "I am not all too sure you can help me now."
"I've come for nothing? You've wasted my time!"
"No, I mean..." she sat down on the bed. "There's not much you can do anymore... Craig is not a muggle."
"And who is Craig?"
Dahlia bit her lip. "The boy that's blackmailing me so I'll date him." She then explained her situation with Craig, and, as she got deeper into the issue, Professor Snape appeared to look more furious by the minute.
"What a crude, young man," he seethed when she was finished.
"I had thought you could just cast away his memories of me being a witch. With the Obliviation spell. Which is what I would have done if this were Divinity, but I am not sure that's an option since he's not a muggle, and his whole family knows me. Some of who I've never met." She didn't add that it would be difficult to obliviate the memories of several people at once. For a wizard anyway. For a Divian, it was much easier, but their spells were much more effective; if they were used for good.
"No, that's not an option at all. At least not for me to do. Just tell him to shove off and let him mess with your worthless muggle family."
"You know I can't do that."
He smirked. "No, but it's a definite wishful thought."
"What can I do, sir? Honestly?"
"You can file a complaint to the Ministry for harassment. Not much will be done about it though, because he's a minor. And, well..." he paused, frowning a bit. "Paul Morgan, his father, has a bit of control in the Ministry, so that can only create trouble for you."
"That means that it's less damaging to go along with Craig's commands?"
Professor Snape tilted his head. "That all depends on which you care more about. Your muggle family, or yourself? Evidently, something that I can not help you decide. Just remember your importance to the upcoming events."
Dahlia sighed in frustration. "At least he doesn't know about the other things. He just thinks I'm a normal witch."
"And how wrong he is." The professor drawled.
Petunia Dursley then called Dahlia to come down as the party was starting.
"I'd invite you to the party but I doubt you'd accept," Dahlia told the man.
"Right you are. I'll leave you to it. Send me an owl next time you need me." He transformed back into his spider form and Dahlia opened the window so he could crawl out.
"Merry Christmas, Professor."
After she shut the window, she made her appearance to the people that were allegedly waiting for her. Women cooed over her, teenage boys hardly could take their eyes off her, and some girls came up to Dahlia speaking in excitement on different topics, as if they had known each other since before they could walk.
Then Craig showed up and everyone made space for him, separating themselves from Dahlia. He held out his hand for hers, planting a simple kiss atop of her hand when she had set it onto his.
"Lovely dress," he commented. His eyes lingered in places longer than they should have.
"Would you like anything, Mr. Morgan?" Dahlia offered so she'd have an excuse to escape his presence.
"That would be nice. Some of your mother's holiday punch and a biscuit." He didn't even say a please or a thank you. "Nothing with chocolate." He added pointedly once her back had been turned to retrieve what he requested.
"Is everything alright?" A voice whispered. Dudley stepped beside her, pouring himself a cup of water.
"Yes, why shouldn't it be?"
"Your level of tolerating Geekface is higher than normal. You aren't really having feelings for him, are you?"
Dahlia was repulsed by the thought of having any affectionate feelings for the Morgan boy. "No, Dudders." She answered, sipping a cup of punch.
"Then why are you being nicer than you have to be to him?" He asked. "I mean, we both know you despise the way he treats people. How he treats you especially; why would you want promote it?"
Dahlia shrugged and said nothing. Dudley watched her, studied her, trying to figure out her odd behavior. She had to think of something to say to put his mind at ease or she'd have another boy pestering her.
"Look..." she said after a thought. "Obviously he likes me, so I am curious to see if it's possible to make him change into a better person. It appears that I have some sort of talent for that."
Dudley took a moment to glance toward Craig who was absorbed in a conversation with another boy their age. He scoffed. "He only wants you as a trophy, nothing more."
"I understand that." She said reasonably. "It's not all too unfamiliar to me."
Her brother was puzzled by that, but she wasn't allowed to explain, so she delivered Craig's treats to him. He made a comment about how dry the biscuit that she had gotten him was, and sent her off for a moist one.
Dahlia sighed. How he expected her to accept this kind of treatment, she'd never know.
The Morgans' New Years Party was a little better. Or at least Dahlia could admit that Craig was less demeaning of her, but that could be that he had his sisters to order around.
Surprisingly, Craig had even gotten her a few snacks, picking out things she didn't even know she liked.
His family was quite charming too. Marissa didn't even call her a mudblood, and the little girl had conned Dahlia into starting a game of Checkers while Craig was absent to fetch the snacks. He got real upset by this though when he came back. He sent the girl off, threatening to hex her.
Craig had absolute control of the household. Especially, when it come to his sisters. He treated them like servants more than anything.
"Why are you so awful to them?" Dahlia asked after she had seen enough of his arrogance.
"It is my job as the heir of the family." He informed bluntly.
"To treat them like hippogriff dung?"
"No," he scowled. "To establish hierarchy. I'm the male, and they are to do what I say, because I know what's right."
Dahlia cringed inside. He was much more arrogant than she had first thought. More rude than any of the Slytherins she had met at Hogwarts.
"Your mother allows you to do this?" She gasped.
"It is her role in the family to make sure I have such control."
"And you order her around also?"
"With some topics and when Father is not home to do it."
"That's wrong. On many levels," Dahlia told him. "You do not own them-"
"It is tradition and it is legal," he interrupted bluntly. "If they didn't like it, they could leave to their own homes. They are married after all. I have not forced them to come here."
"They choose to come here?" She was surprised at that. Who would choose to enter a home and be ordered around by a fourteen year old boy?
"We are very family orientated. They can put up with my status for a few short weeks out of the year."
"And where is your father tonight?" Dahlia asked, noticing that she hadn't met him yet.
"Working," he muttered. "He's always working."
"Why?"
Craig laughed bitterly. "Why else would a man work himself tired?" He didn't elaborate further, and instead lead her to a room that was occupied by a few kids their own age. There, they played Muggle games until the New Years hit.
"Happy New Years!" Craig cheered, blowing a party favour, and making the papery tip touch her nose. "It'll be a swell one!"
It was time to go home now. Dahlia was ready to sleep the rest of the night away. Craig walked her home, with his arm around her.
"Did you have a good time?" He asked softly. His breath could be seen in the dark, crisp, and cold night.
"You weren't so bad." She admitted. "To me at least." Dahlia felt his fingers tighten at her arm.
"That's nice to hear from you." He said pleasantly.
"You still have a lot of work to do if you expect me to actually marry you." As if she would allow it anyway, even if she had many years to come.
"I don't have to change," he said, leaning toward her bundled up neck. If it had been bare, she would have felt the heat of his breath. "You'll want me eventually."
"Do you realize how disgusting you sound?!" She snapped.
"All in time. You're still too young to understand."
Too young?! She had the mind of a seventeen year old!
But he didn't know that.
"Good night, Miss Dursley." He pecked her cheek with his lips.
"Night," she whispered, thanking herself that she felt nothing but repulse from his touch.
Up in her room, she tiredly snuggled into her bed. Stivus curled himself at her head. All was quiet enough to hear the snake beside her breathe. She closed her eyes to go to sleep, but they were instantly jerked open. A tingling, cool rush of magic filled her body. Her eyes searched the room.
"Dahlia..." a voice whispered. A creek of a door followed, and a body emerged from her closet.
She tried screaming but she couldn't. Stivus lifted his head up at the movement, cocking it to the side.
Dahlia's pulse began racing, but she couldn't make a sound. She couldn't even move. She was stuck to the bed. All that she was capable of doing was staring at the silhouette of the man before her.
"It's taken me a while to find you." He stepped up to her, setting a hand onto her forehead. His hand felt like hot, boiling water, searing her forehead with a flame less fire. Her screams of pain couldn't be heard. "I've messages for you. You must see them."
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