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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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dracohermione: Yes Craig is so easy to hate. Blake too ..
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Chapter 70-
Dahlia closed her eyes, trying to forget about the pain that the Divian was doing to her. He was taking all her memories and secrets, and an amateur at performing the task. Mind intrusion was a painful act if the person casting the spell was new to it. Most Takers felt awful for causing such horrid pain, which was why memories were usually taken after a person was dead. Of course Blake would do it to cause pain though, somehow mastering the skill while also purposely causing the most harm.
It was taking longer than it would normally take. Never in her life had a Divian tried invading her mind to steal her stored information. Her previous Holder status made intrusions impossible for success, but Dahlia was now thinking that since she wasn't The Holder anymore, it was now possible to take everything from her mind.
So this what it felt like to have some invade your entire mind.
She was starting to sweat, and her eyes felt droopy from the stress that the Divian was doing to her. Her throat hurt from the vibration of her screaming. Her head felt like someone was harshly probing it from every angle.
Finally, he lifted his hand and waved it to cool her face, removing her pain. The Divian was breathing just as heavy as she, feeling his own excruciating pain from absorbing what he had just taken from her.
"It's really is you..." he whispered in astonishment. With a snap of his fingers he created a dull pink light so they could see better. "You're so young now. The last time I seen-" He looked away, putting a hand to his mouth, closing his eyes in torment. "Oh, Dahlia!" he cried. "You really have no idea how horrible it's been without you! He's doing all that he can to get you back! So many lives...G-Gone" he choked out a sob. "Blake's sent me out to look for you." The Divians voice lowered into a barely audible whisper. "At first he thought you were kidnapped, but he knows you've ran off now. And he's very displeased. Enraged, if you ask me."
Dahlia's fear increased at the mentioning of Blake. She struggled against the spell that forced her to hold still. Tears flooded from her eyes. She had no idea what Blake would to her if she had to go back to him after running off and defying his orders; whatever they were fifty years from now. Those memories she didn't even know, but he managed his ruling sometime in the future, and his plans weren't good. That much she did know.
"Calm down..." The Divian set his hand onto her stomach to relax. "I am not going to place you into any harm."
Dahlia ceased her efforts of breaking off the spell, giving herself a moment to look at him thoroughly. He wasn't very old, early twenties or so. He wore a blue shade of lipstick, matching the colour of his eyes which were moist with emotion. His lips spread out into a reassuring smile.
"You remember Mr. Doctomo," he said. "His replacement, Teditrian, has also sent me to talk with you. You don't remember him though. It appears your clashing lives have been interfering with one another, causing a bit of a disturbance to the both of them." He pointed toward the open closet and a magical, blue square appeared at the floor of it.
A portal pad.
"We'll need to talk," he announced, releasing the binding spell that he had on her. "And I'm sure you don't want your Muggles to wake up, finding me here in this room." He gestured toward the portal. "If you will..."
Dahlia eyed him carefully, but her gut did not have any objections to not trust the Divian. If he had really intended to bring her back to Blake, he'd have done it already.
She rose up from the bed and stood. She still couldn't speak, the spell made her lips a bit tingly, blocking out any noise her mouth could make. Dahlia walked into the closet, stepping onto the portal pad. There was a rush of warm air that made her feel like she was being lifted from the ground up. A feeling that felt like she had not felt in years (which was physically true). This was a relaxing travel compared to the wizard way which left many the urge to throw up.
As if she had just walked from one room and into the next, she was teleported to a tiny, one room cabin with two windows and a door. The walls and flooring were made of unpainted wood. Several multi colored throw rugs were scattered about, and, judging by the chosen colours (fluorescent, vibrant, and pastel), this building belonged to a Divian. The fireplace was blaring cozily with a magical purple flame that wouldn't go out unless the room reached a set temperature. There were three bright blue reclining chairs circling around the fire. A bookshelf stood next to each of the windows, and a small kitchen was across from the sitting area. The kitchen appliances were small, indicating that the cabin was rarely used, or, if it was, one person really only used it.
The tingling sensation that had lingered on Dahlia lips disappeared once the Divian appeared next to her.
"It's safe here," he announced firmly, strictly to put her mind at ease. "Would you like something to eat?" The Divian flattened his palm and a package of biscuits appeared. He opened it up, taking one of the treats out, and offering the package to her.
"No thanks," She said quietly, watching him nibble off a bite.
"Then we'll talk now." He sat down in one of the chairs and twisted around so his back lay against one the arms of the chair, and his feet dangled off of the other. He continued to eat from his package of biscuits. This mildly confused Dahlia as most Divians didn't eat many things in the junk food category.
Dahlia sat stiffly into the chair next to him and waited for him to begin.
"My name is Walter Furngale, I have powers that only The Holder has been known to have."
"Then you're my replacement?"
Walter's brow furrowed in confusion. "No, and I say that because Divians haven't yet come to me to hide their most deepest thoughts, like they do for the actual Holder."
That made no sense at all. How could someone have Holding powers and not be The Holder?
"It happened right after you disappeared."
"Well, it's natural for a replacement to be made when the previous Holder is gone, but why hasn't anyone noticed the change?"
Walter smiled and crumbled up his empty wrapper. "That was my same question three years ago when I started feeling... different. I went to Teditrian about it so he could relay the message. I was invited to Mr. DocTomo's the next day. He told me, and, these are his exact words, 'The Spirits make preparation for new the order'. At first, I was deathly afraid by those words, what with Blake's declaring his leadership over the magical part of the Earth, but now..." he paused, looking at her with admiration. "I now know what that had meant; even though you're in a different time, the Spirits acknowledge that you're still alive."
"Once I'm gone, everyone will recognize you as The Holder." Dahlia explained without necessity. So, that meant that she was still The Holder. "How come you could extract from my mind?"
"The Holder has the power to read any and all minds." Walter shrugged slightly. "I guess that means other Holders, even if they are time travelers."
"Who's Teditrian? I saw him in the Pensieve when Dumbledore showed me a memory of his."
"Mr. DocTomo's replacement, formerly his apprentice." A frown went onto Walter's face and he avoided her eyes. "Blake murdered him..."
"What?!" Dahlia cried out. Mr. DocTomo was a peaceful Pure Divian who could communicate with the Spirit World. He had incredible healing powers, and would never ever hurt a soul (not like he was able anyway). He didn't deserve to die in such a cruel way!
"When Blake realized that you had ran off, he knew Mr. DocTomo had something to do with it. Blake broke into Mr. DocTomo's home and demanded answers."
"What about the protective wards?"
"Blake killed his Protector. The wards demolished upon Stomose's last breath."
Dahlia swallowed hard, her throat clenched up, and she had trouble breathing. "Won't he just kill Teditrian too?"
"Ah, Teditrian is not as peaceful as Mr. DocTomo was. I think Mr. DocTomo chose him for more reasons than one- Teditrian is a Taker."
Dahlia wrinkled up her face. "A Taker in position as the person who communicates between The Spirit World and ours? That's... asking for trouble."
"You'd have to remember Teditrian to make a proper judgement on that. Teditrian is an excellent choice." Walter assured her. "I've already walked through his mind."
"He let you?"
Walter raised his eyebrows, smirking. "Has any Taker ever agreed to such a thing?"
Dahlia shook her head. Takers would never allow someone to read their mind, but unless the Taker was dead, no one could intrude their mind unless they were dead. "Then how-"
"I told you how- I have Holder powers."
Dahlia narrowed her eyes at him. "You-" She couldn't believe it! He had abused his powers, stealing people's thoughts without their permission! "How could you do something so dishonest?!"
Walter folded his hands across his chest. "I'm not Pure." He simply said.
Dahlia gasped and widened her eyes. "You're not Pure?! And you're going to be the new Holder?!"
Walter laughed. "Yes, I could see why someone would panic at the news, but just remember, I'm not The Holder yet. You kind of have to die before that could ever happen."
"Then what stops you from killing me? If you're not Pure, you could do it..."
Walter rolled his eyes. "Just because I am not Pure, doesn't make me a murderer."
"But you work for Blake..."
"Having no choice but to do so. Teditrian said that that's what the Spirits want me to do."
"So you kill for him?!"
Walter sighed. "Dahlia, you know Blake better than anyone. Do you honestly believe he would let anyone do the killing for him?"
He was right. Blake would never give up a moment to brutally murder someone.
"All I've done was petty orders, like fetch people-"
"And find them..." Dahlia whispered. "What are you going to tell Blake? About me?"
"I'll return to our proper time and 'aimlessly' search for you. He knows you're hiding in an abnormal place. He hasn't quite figured out where yet. But I will need to go back, in case he sends me messages."
Walter then rose from the chair and gestured her to stand. "Teditrian has been worried about you. He wants to make sure you remember everything. Which, unfortunately, you don't. That is due to the mind blockage that you have going on. I can't really remove that, but before you left for this time, you set aside a file in Mr. DocTomo's trust." He reached up above his head, snatching at something that couldn't be seen and pulled out a device from thin air. It looked like a watch. "This is just a copy. Teditrian said it was okay to give this to you." Walter held out his hand. "Can I put it on your wrist?"
"Sure." Dahlia raised up her hand and Walter strapped the device around her wrist.
"This is going to hurt a bit, there's an entire lifetime of memories in this. Some of which you already know, since seventeen years of your life is still apparent to you."
"Wait...! She hastily snatched her arm away at a sudden thought. "In Dumbledore's memory, Teditrian said that this much information revealed all at once could drive me mad!"
Walter set a hand onto her shoulder. "You're strong enough now," he told her gently. "You're old enough to handle this, and since you know of Blake's existence, the threat is not as harsh. You did expect some sort of meltdown when the memory of Blake became unlocked. You just didn't know it would close out the part of your mind that holds your new life's memories, which you desperately need for success in your mission."
Dahlia nodded and took a deep breath. "I'm ready then."
Walter gently took Dahlia's forefinger and pressed it onto the flat part of the electronic device. It beeped three times before there was a click. Dahlia's head slowly began to build up with pressure. Images flashed by in a blur. The pain in her head grew by the second and it wasn't long before she was screaming.
* / *
"You called for me?" Dahlia spoke quietly, keeping her eyes to the floor, not willing to see what Blake had done this time. She heard no grunting, cries, or pleas, and the room lacked the normal horrid smell of things. Dahlia wondered what he could possibly want.
"Take care of this," he ordered simply, and she was forced to look up and see what 'this' was. Her heart sank, and she teared up right on the spot. It was a baby. From the looks of the color of the blanket, it was a girl.
His plan had been successful, although, he had expected a son.
"What are you waiting for?" he asked. "Get to it!"
"Blake, I've never-"
Blake sighed patronizingly. "Yes, I know that, but it's not hard at all. You are a Ryannanon, it comes naturally."
"The blood mother should be the one to care for the baby," Dahlia said softly. She didn't know why she had bothered. Blake would know this, and agree with it.
"Lucinda is dead." Blake informed her with no sympathy. "I guess a Pure is unable to handle bearing a Devi's child, hmm?" He grinned before waving his hand toward the baby. "I have work to do. You will take the child away now. Bring the child to me every sunrise and sunset for the rituals."
"Blake, please-" but Dahlia said no more after Blake raised his brows, challenging her to continue. Her eyes shifted to the mound of many fabrics that hid the child from her view. She made herself walk to the sleeping child who lay in an elaborately decorated child seat. Dahlia took the baby, child seat and all, and hurried out of the room.
Only once she exited Blake's part of the house did she realize that what she was carrying hardly weighed anything at all. Dahlia set the child seat onto a desk in the living room, and unearthed the baby from the blankets. Dahlia frowned in disturbance at the sight. The child was very tiny. Hardly bigger than a sack of sugar. She slept peacefully though, and, with a few quick spells, Dahlia determined the baby to be healthy.
Until the child's father would get to her.
Dahlia hugged the baby close to her chest, feeling her heart go out to this little girl. She would protect this baby from him at all costs. The baby didn't have her blood mother, but Dahlia would try her best at being the replacement.
Now, at age fifty, she couldn't help feeling that the child would fill a missing hole that she had had since hitting puberty. Blake had forbidden Dahlia to have her own children, he didn't want her to get distracted from his plans. To make this possible, he had injected both he and she every year with a preventative serum to keep their 'natural habits' at bay. Neither would take part in the Moment of the Season, which was what Divians called the time of year when they were most fertile and sexually anxious.
"I am sure Blake didn't even give you a name." Dahlia whispered against the sleeping girl's cheek. Though he hadn't physically told her, Blake was disgusted that the baby was a girl and not a boy. Dahlia ran a hand along the baby's bright blue hair. "I'll call you Iris." She announced. "Iris Divianto."
"No surprise." Blake commented when she later told him the name of the baby. "All Divianto ryannanon must name their little girls after flowers." He smirked, and Dahlia knew then that she had done what he had wanted; claimed the child as her own.
"Since I have accepted the role as her mother, I'm not going to allow you to harm her."
"Naturally." Blake had resumed to his work behind his long table of potion ingredients, stirring and adding things.
"That also means she will not be your lab rat in the rituals you want to do." Dahlia said quickly. She held her breath, waiting for his response.
For several moments, he continued his work as if he hadn't even heard her, but he finally did react, with a snort of amusement. "Do you really think you can stop me from doing what I want, Dahlia?" He sneered and waved his hand. Dahlia went flying to the wall with a crash. She grit her teeth, clamping her eyes closed, wincing in pain. Tears squeezed out of her eyes.
"Well?" Blake demanded for an answer.
"I can t-try."
"And try is all you'll be able to do." Dahlia felt the magic release her then, and she fell to her knees, breathing heavily. "Don't be brave, girl, it'll only get you hurt." Blake warned darkly. "You will escort the child here, or I will fetch for her myself, and if I have to do that, you will not be pleased with the consequences."
* / *
Dahlia bent down cradling little Iris into her arms, sobbing uncontrollably. "Why?!" She demanded. "Why?!"
"You know exactly why," the cold voice said. "It will be only I who remains in power- for eternity."
"But she was your DAUGHTER!" Dahlia shrieked.
"Devies don't feel love and compassion like Divians. You know this already, Dahlia. And besides that, she was going to be the end of my existence; I couldn't allow that."
Dahlia swallowed the threat of sickness invading her mouth. She stood up, taking the limp toddler up with her.
"Where are you going?" Blake demanded as she hurried out of his room.
"TO SET HER TO PEACE!" Dahlia shouted in anger. "You monster!"
* / *
Walter caught Dahlia from falling as the last horrid memory of Blake settled into her mind. "She was just a baby..." Dahlia whispered in horror. "Just a defenseless child who could hardly talk."
Walter nodded, helping Dahlia to sit in the chair near her. "He got word that Iris would somehow over power him."
"And since Iris couldn't see the Divi Flowers, he found no use for her." She wept into her hands. Walter conjured a tissue for her. "That girl was the only child I ever had."
"And you did everything you could for her."
"Not enough!" Dahlia shrieked. "Only after she was dead did I gather the nerve to run away!"
"Mr. DocTomo told you that the child's life would be short."
"But why?!" She snapped. "Why did Iris have to be the one to pay the price?!"
Walter set his hand onto her shoulder, tapping it lightly. "What else would have given you the strength to defy him?"
"All done too late! I could have saved her!"
"No." Walter told Dahlia, shaking his head. "Blake would have used his blood to find Iris."
Dahlia instantly froze in fright. Something he had said made her snap. "What is stopping him from doing the same to me?" she asked horrified.
"With two generations between you, the blood connection has thinned greatly, but don't think you are safe, he is a genius when it comes to potions, I don't doubt he'll come up with something soon. Teditrian stresses that you keep to the plan. Find Voldemort and get Harry Potter to destroy him before he can rise and call his servants to order."
Dahlia nodded, wiping off her wet face. She blew her nose and took a deep breath. She could do this. Voldemort was nothing to Blake.
And now that she had all her memories back, she knew just how to find the Dark Lord.
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