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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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loisa: No idea how anyone can be such pricks to a child :( I mainly use FFN for writing, but if someone gives me a link, and I think I'll like the story, I'll read it. I'l with you, their search system sucks.

Chapter 7-
"Lia..." Harry knocked on Dahlia's door that night.
Dahlia turned on her light. "Come in, Harry."
He quickly slipped in and shut the door behind him. He was ready for bed, dressed in his pajamas.
She patted the bed next to her for him to sit.
"I found out from Hagrid that both my parents were sorted into Gryffindor." He said softly.
Dahlia nodded slowly, taking in his words. "And now you want to be one?"
"Well... yeah. I think so." He said. "You won't be upset, will you?"
"I don't want to be in separate houses, they compete with each other." She shrugged. "I mean, I would hate to have to serve your head on a platter every moment possible."
Harry chuckled. "You want to play a chess match? See how long your mouth stays open?"
Dahlia grinned. "One game out of them all, and you'll never let me hear the end of it."
"Hey, I need something to go on." He then frowned. "Today, a boy said that you usually don't know where you get sorted into until it happens."
"If you're truly meant to be in Gryffindor, there's nothing that will stop it from happening."
"What if we end up in different houses?" Harry asked.
"Then... we end up in different houses. We're still family, Harry. Nothing can stop that."
* / *
One morning, as Dahlia was cleaning and trimming her nails before going down to start breakfast, Dad came into her room. It had been over a month since he had said much to her. Most of the time he would just a grunt hello to her. At this moment though, he looked uneasy and nervous. He had something to say.
"I want to talk with you." He said with a low, quiet voice after he shut the door.
"Sure, Dad." Dahlia said, turning her attention back to her nail filing, pretending to have no interest in what he was going to say.
"Put that down for a moment, would you?" He asked crossly, stepping up to her. "This is something you'll want to hear."
She looked up at him innocently, wondering what on Earth had him on the edge. He was squiggling like a worm on a fishhook. "Yes, Daddy?" Dahlia invited him to start.
He cleared his throat. "You moth-er..." he shook his head disturbingly, his voice lost.
"What is it, Dad?" Dahlia stood up in alarm. "What's wrong?"
"Nothing... life threatening." He took his pen out of the pocket of his business suit, and clicked it to expose the tip of it. He studied the pen, like it was the most curious thing in the world. He twirled and rolled it between his fingers before he delicately set the pen on the top of her night stand using both his hands. "Mum must never know." He whispered sternly. "Never."
"Know what?"
With his index fingers alone, Dad pressed on the pen, it then transfigured into a wand right before them. Dalia's eyes grew wide, not believing what she just saw happen. "Daddy... You're a ...?" She looked up to see him shaking his head.
"No."
"But then how-"
"It's the only thing I can do." Dad told her shamefully. "I can't do anything besides... this..." he pressed his fingers to the wand again and it transfigured back into his beloved pen. It's no wonder he had that for as long as Dahlia knew him. Dad looked at her sadly. "I am... a failure."
"What?" She gasped. "You are not! Daddy!" She hugged him. "You can not think like that, that only makes you believe it." She said gently.
Dad stiffened. "They call my kind a squib. It's considered more scum than a mudblood." He then told her that his parents split up after finding out that he had no magic ability. His mother moved him to Europe from Canada, to live in London. "Mother lived like a muggle, cut off all connections with her family... all for me. Useless as I was..."
"So, you're not a muggleborn?" Dahlia whispered.
"I come from a pureblood family. I am the only child of my mother. Father had two other sons after finding another witch who would give him the wizard heirs he needed."
"Wait... what about Aunt Marge?! Is she-"
"No... Mother also remarried. To the man you know as your Grandfather. Aunt Marge is my step sister. Mother was a witch with full self control. I never seen her cast a single spell ever again after she converted her lifestyle over. Your Grandfather never knew. You are... a lot like her." A tiny smile formed on his lips. "As you know, she died young from an unknown illness, but it was actually from a very bad case Dragon Pox."
Dahlia frowned disturbingly, watching her Dad as he went through the bad memories of his childhood, having lost his mother at only the age of fifteen. "I'm... sorry, Dad..." she said softly.
"Not to worry, Pumpkin Cake." He took a deep breath. "We're going somewhere today. I want to... show you something. Something, that until now, I thought was going to rot forever away."
Dahlia nodded as he squeezed her shoulder gently. "Congratulations." He whispered, kissing her forehead. "You will be just as brilliant as she was." He left her room then.
Dahlia sat on the bed, shocked from the news. Never in her lifetime would she had thought that her father, Vernon Dursley, was... from the wizard world...
* / *
He drove her to London and took her to the same place that Professor Snape had apparated her to a month ago. Since he couldn't cast magic, she now knew how to get there on foot. From her bag that her dad had insisted that she would need on their outing, she took out her new text book that would serve as her organizer at Hogwarts. Quickly, as her dad made the brick wall fold back with his wand (still disguised as a pen), she wrote down the directions to Diagon Alley before she could forgot them.
"So, it doesn't take magic to form the arch?" She asked Dad as they stepped through.
"No, just a magical object- any magical object from this world, that is."
"You mean there are other magical worlds?"
"I believe so." He said simply, leading her through the streets. Dahlia could tell that he hadn't been here in years. He kept muttering about how much things had changed.
They stopped out side of a huge white building. Gringgotts Bank. A goblin stood at the entrance. Either as a guard or a door greeter, Dahlia didn't know which. He bowed to her as they walked in, Dad eyeing him carefully, obviously uncomfortable around the creature.
As they walked up to the main desk, Dahlia watched many goblins in awe as they appeared to have not noticed them, heavily absorbed in their work of weighing coins and scribbling on sheets of parchment.
"Excuse me. Vernon Dursley here." Dad spoke clearly to the Goblin that stood at the highest desk.
The Goblin, still poised in his writing, lifted his eyes up to Dad. "Are you here to create an account?"
"No, to open my vault." Dad put his hand into his pocket and pulled out his ring of keys, thumbing through them until he took off an ancient gold one and placed it onto the desk. Until this day, Dahlia had just thought that key was for decoration. She wondered what else her father was hiding from his family.
The goblin inspected the key before nodding. "Alright then." He then called on another goblin to escort them to Dad's vault, and they were lead underground that looked like the inside of the cave in a pirate film.
Dad gestured her into a train cart that had appeared on its own upon their arrival. It was a tight fit, but the three of them got into the train cart. It took off at such a quick speed, Dalia hiccuped.
She screamed and shrieked many of times, shutting her eyes as the train cart jerked along its path until it came to such an abrupt stop, that she thought she was going to fly out of it.
"I always hated the cart ride too." Dad said gently, unaffected. He tapped her back soothingly as she took deep shaky breaths. Her pulse racing like mad.
"How often must I do this?!" She shrieked.
Dad shrugged. "Twice a year? You might be able to get away with it once, though, knowing how you like plan ahead." He winked before following the Goblin to a door encased into the rocky earth.
A green puff of smoke escaped the vault as the Goblin opened it. He then moved out of the way, allowing Dahlia and Dad access. It was a very tiny room. About the size of Harry's old cub board. Her and Dad couldn't fit in it together, but Dad seemed to know what he was looking for. There were shelves of what looked like urns, potions, and jars of what Dahila guessed were potion ingredients. There was also quite a few bags of coins, most of them were sickles, but what really caught her eyes was the floor to ceiling shelf of books. This is also what Dad was interested in.
"Mother was a lot more wealthy when she arrived here in this country, but she converted it into Muggle currency throughout the years. I didn't come back here much after she had died. I had a good paying job, so I didn't really need these petty bit of coins." He gestured to the coins, carelessly. "This is worth more than any amount of Galleon though." Dad whispered mysteriously, holding out a handmade paperback book to her.
"What is it about?" Dahlia asked, opening it up to the first page.
"Mother was fascinated with reptiles; snakes especially."
Dahlia grinned. "Really?"
Dad nodded. "She never finished this book, but you may enjoy it anyway. There's lots of interesting information in there. Including unfinished experiments she had been working on and also quite a few potion recipes."
"Thanks, Dad!" She tucked the book carefully under her arm and hugged him.
"It's good that someone will have use of her last book. She wrote many before we moved." He took Dahlia's bag from her and placed three more books into it. "Do not let your mother see any of these. They are published books by my mother."
"Wow... Grandmother actually was published?!"
"Yes, but thankfully, her books aren't widely known. They are popular in Canada, but not much further than that."
When they were back in the car, Dahlia couldn't help wondering why her father was so awful to Harry. "If I were any easy on him at all, your mother would surely know something is up. I love her, Dahlia. I won't hurt the boy, but I can not lose your mother, as simple minded as she is. It is why I try to ignore him, but when he opens his fat mouth, and talks back to Petunia, I am given no choice but to scold him. Don't tell him this either, he's an awful liar. You and Duddlers definitely don't get your cunning abilities from that side of the family." he said with a chuckle.
"You know about that?"
"Of course I know, Pumpkin Cake. I gather it is the only reason you don't argue with your mother's insistence of you looking like the perfect little lady. It masks your true personality. And I am not saying that you aren't a nice girl, but you sure know how to play any and every system that you manage to learn. I admire that."
She gave him a sly grin. "Thanks, Dad. You're the greatest."
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