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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 71-
Why wasn't she writing back? Harry wondered. Dahlia hadn't been the same since the Boggart episode. She had spent most of her time alone. That, or quiet. Sometimes, she'd look like she had seen a ghost. Pale, and very wide eyed, unable to speak anything but incoherent little blurbs. That Boggart (the man she called Blake), had sent her into some kind of mental state. It was something he would have never thought that his cousin (his sister) would have ever experienced.
"Stop your worrying." Sirius told him gently. "She's fine. Probably really busy with her parents. Your father's parents always spent the Hols smothering him. It was quite embarrassing for him." He chuckled lightly at this thought.
"It's not really the lack of letters, Sirius," Harry said with a sigh.
Sirius nodded. "I know." He squeezed Harry's shoulder, having nothing more to say that could comfort him.
"I would like to know how she's fairing though." Harry narrowed his eyes in irritation. It sort of bothered him that his letters to Dahlia weren't getting any replies.
Harry opened a letter from Dudley to reread it, frowning in disturbance.
Hey, Harry!
I can't believe you didn't come home for the Holidays! You're letter explained a lot though, so I guess I can understand. But I am still upset! I haven't seen you in FOUR MONTHS!
What's going on with Dahlia? Do you know? Have you noticed how strange she's been? My sister seems a bit... cold and distant. I mean, she's very different... And the way she speaks to Mum anymore is so odd... She is like a totally different person.
And get this...! She agreed to go on a date with Craig Morgan-
Harry still couldn't get over this part. This, right here, proved that the Dahlia he had grown up with was not even there. Dahlia hated Craig with a passion, and had since the day they met on the playground in their Primary school. Craig had always acted like he was superior to anyone, to everyone. Harry supposed when Craig had made fun of Harry's overgrown clothes that that was what started the hate that Dahlia had for the boy. It was probably true.
Why would she go on a date with him though?
'Because,' Harry thought sadly, 'the Dahlia Dursley you grew up with is gone and will likely never come back.'
Harry harshly put away the letters in a box that he had bought to treasure them away for many years to come. He pursed his lips in a bitter thought.
After seeing the Boggart that shaped into Blake, he couldn't blame her fear of Blake. In fact, Neville even admitted to having a bit of a nightmare of the man. Hermione mentioned one also.
Harry decided then that he would make Dahlia tell him who Blake was. If Blake was enough to send her into mental instability, cause nightmares to people who didn't even know him, then the man didn't need to be roaming free.
There must be solid reasoning to be afraid of Blake. Very little scared his sister.
* / *
"Do you see her?" Harry asked Sirius and Professor Lupin. All three of them scanned the crowd, but Dahlia was no where in sight.
"She's probably already on the train," Professor Lupin said reassuringly.
But Harry doubted so, and the look that both Sirius and Professor Lupin had on their faces made him believe they thought something was wrong also.
"She'd never get on without me," Harry told them firmly.
"Well, she's kind of... not herself either, Prongslet..." Sirius scratched his head uneasily.
"Maybe they're late," Professor Lupin suggested.
Harry scoffed. "My aunt and uncle? Yeah, right!"
"Hey, Harry!" Hermione came running up with Ron behind her.
"Our stuff's on the train already." Ron informed.
"Where's Lia?" Hermione asked, instantly seeing her absence.
"Not here..." Harry's eyes shuffled the crowd once more for his sister.
"Oh, I hope she's alright!" Ron burst out. "She's never late for nothing."
Hermione frowned in truth at Ron's words, but from the sick look Harry was sporting, she knew better than to add anything.
"I'll look for her," Sirius offered, gently pushing Harry forward. "You, Remus, and the others get on the train-"
"No!" Harry shouted. "I'm going with to help you!"
The group of people began arguing then. Hermione disagreeing with Harry along with the professor and Sirius. Ron exclaiming that he'd go and help Harry.
"Enough!" Sirius rose his voice, giving everyone an impatient look. Professor Lupin pressed his lips together, hiding a smile at Sirius' sudden bark. "Your parents would kill me if I allowed you to skip school," Sirius told Harry sternly. "I vowed to keep you safe. You are safe at Hogwarts." He pointed to the train. "Go."
"But-"
"No buts, Harry! If you don't go now, I'll have Professor McGonagall suspend you from your broom."
Harry's eyes narrowed. "You think I care about that right now?!" He snapped. "My sister is missing!"
Sirius' arm fell to his side, as his mind drew a blank on what he could do to make Harry get on the train.
Harry crossed his arms. "There's nothing you can say to make me," he said rather cheekily.
Sirius laughed. He sounded so much like James right then. But Harry was thirteen, and Sirius was older, wiser. "Very well, then, Harry," he said calmly and innocently. "I've got it from here, Remus," he told his friend.
"Padfoot, I don't-"
"We'll be fine."
The train whistled then, warning everyone that they had very little time to abroad it. Professor Lupin sent Sirius a look that said he didn't very much trust Sirius but his duties as a professor couldn't be dropped. He ushered Hermione and Ron to the train, pulling his trunk behind him, glancing back over his shoulder every so few steps.
"Where will we start?" Harry asked.
"Take my arm," Sirius held it out for him, holding his wand in the hand of his free arm.
With a grimace, Harry did as Sirius instructed, and Sirius disapparated from Platform Nine and Three Quarters.
"What's the big idea?!" Harry demanded, noticing where Sirius had apparated them.
Sirius laughed. "I told you," he said, opening the gate, "you aren't coming with me."
"I'm not staying here!" Harry shouted angrily. "Take me with you!"
"It's too dangerous," Sirius told him softly. He gestured Harry into the gate. His godson remained rooted where he stood, a look of defiance on his face. "You're going to Hogwarts, one way or another, kid."
"You can't force me," Harry said bluntly.
"You don't think?" Sirius raised his brows. "Would you like to see?"
"You'll go back to Azkaban if you do."
"There are many spells that I can cast that aren't illegal to use on a misbehaving child. Wizards don't swat their children, they punish them in different ways." He frowned, deep in thought. "I don't plan on using such spells on you, Harry. Even if you are being a prat right now."
"I want to find Lia!" Harry hissed.
"I'm afraid I am not going to argue with you any longer. My apologies, Harry." Sirius raised his wand and Harry was suddenly very sleepy and weak. Sirius caught the limp boy and lifted him into his arms.
"You're as stubborn as both your parents were, Harry," he chuckled. "Too bad they aren't the ones having to deal with you." He then felt a bit of guilt touch his chest. His friends should had been the ones having to handle Harry's defiance. Not him.
"Sorry, Prongs," Sirius whispered sadly. "There's not a day that doesn't go by that I don't feel regret."
* / *
Minerva was a shaking wreck! One of her students was missing, a young one, and no one had any idea of where she was! Miss Dursley had missed the train ride to Hogwarts and after a quick head count of the entire school, it had been officially announced that the girl was missing.
"Relax," Albus said softly to the pacing woman.
"If she was alright she would have sent us an owl like she had done last year!" Minerva huffed harshly. She was breathing hard with worry.
"It is true," Severus agreed. He stood stiff as a rod, forbidding anyone to know that he was just as worried as Minerva was.
"She is a different girl than last year though," Albus reminded them gently.
How Albus could be so calm during moments like this, was a wonder. While his eyes did show a bit of graveness, he did not shake. He did not yell. He wasn't pacing like his fellow Gryffindor. No, he sat rather loosely in his chair, speaking calm, just as if they were discussing the weather.
"We'll see what the Dursleys think," he announced. "It is odd that we have not received anything from them either. If your child is missing, you more than likely would be ripping out your hair by the first fulls."
Minerva and Severus nodded.
"Severus shall go," Albus said.
"She is my pupil!" Minerva objected.
Albus held up a hand. "I know you feel responsible, Minerva, but Severus is better fit for the job."
"Fit?! You think I-"
"It wasn't meant as an insult," Severus growled, annoyed by her attitude.
Minerva sent him a glare. "And you would have taken it any different?"
"Miss Dursley has bonded better with Severus than with any of us," Albus cut in softly. "If she's tried running off again, Severus is our best chance in finding her."
"And..." Minerva went white suddenly. "What about- What about this, Albus?!" She asked hoarsely, throwing her copy of the Evening Prophet onto his desk.
Albus eyes didn't even wander down to it, having already read the paper several times over. He put on his best mask, not wishing to send his friend in anymore of a frenzy than she already currently was in.
"There are several Aurors looking for Pettigrew. He will be recaptured soon," he assured her, wishing he could believe those words himself.
He could not help to think that the disappearance of both those people weren't as coincidenidental as he hoped.
"Should I begin at Azkaban?" Severus asked after Albus dismissed Minerva.
"Yes," he answered in his hushed voice. "I needn't remind you how important she is... If Voldemort gets a hold of-"
"That's not going to happen, Headmaster," Severus said firmly. "I should be off now." His jaw set, in an effort to keep his blank face.
Albus nodded. "Hurry back then, my boy."
* / *
It's only for temporary, Dahlia told herself, slipping out of the house. She looked back at the two story building. It was early morning, and The Dursley's were still asleep, snuggled into their beds, slightly snoring.
With a wave of her hand, a spell, resembling glitter, fell onto the home, making the occupants oblivious to the world outside it.
I'll be back, she promised.
She went to Diagon Alley and bought her first broom. She had no choice. There were no portals to Azkaban, and she wasn't able to teleport from one place to the next. Flying was the only way to get where she needed to.
From History, Dahlia knew where Azkaban was located, but it would take three days to get there. At least with her flying pace, 'As slow as an injured turtle,' Draco had once teased her.
After the first day of travel, she learned broom flying wasn't so horrid, but she'd preferred Portal Pads any day.
When she reached her destination, she paused in mid air, shivering at the sight of five Dementors slowly circling around the prison. She took a deep breath, and steadied herself onto the broom. Using the index fingers of both her hands, she drew a bright, colourful rainbow in front of her. Dementors feared this, and they would run at the sight of the many bright colours. Something that wizards had yet to discover.
Which was why all that she wore was bright pinks, blues, greens, and yellow. And it was also why all the Prisoners wore black and white. It eliminated colour all together. But clothing colour wasn't quite enough. This much she new, and that was why she cast what she did.
Even though Dahlia was far away, the Dementors disappeared quickly at her illuminating rainbow spell. The colours gleamed off the dark body of water below, bringing a bit of cheer to it. And doing the same to the sky.
Dahlia searched the many cells, shuddering at a few who made several taunts at her who were momentarily relieved from their depressing thoughts, since the Dementors were absent.
Belletrix Lestrange cackled gleefully, "What is a little girl like yourself doing in here?" She had asked, but Dahlia did not say anything to her, which made the mad woman angry. Belletrix spat at threats at her, "How dare you ignore me! Do you know who I am?!"
Finally, not far from Belletrix's cell, she found the man she was looking for. With a snap of her fingers, Dahlia silenced Belletrix's obnoxious screams so she could address the man who was hunched up into a corner, not even able to enjoy the moment of solitude like the rest of the prisoners were undergoing.
"Pettigrew," Dahlia spoke softly, making the man look up.
"How-How did you get h-here?" He asked curiously, staring at the bright rainbow that hovered right in front of her chest.
"You regret what you have done," she stated, ignoring his question.
His hands began wiggling. "I-I..." he heaved a sigh, and looked away, not finishing his sentence.
"What did..." she paused, thinking. If Dahlia said his name, she was sure she would create a racket of protesters, as most of the people in this ward were followers of Voldemort. "What did The Dark Lord promise you? What made you do what you did to those lovely people?"
Pettigrew shrugged. "Ri-Riches... P-Power..."
"That's all? That was worth your friends' lives?"
"He t-told me th-they were going to d-die anyway... He said I-I would b-b-be among them. He told me that-that I was s-smarter th-than them. That I-I had m-more sense than a-any of them."
"And you believed it?" She asked, merely to understand the man more.
Pettigrew shook his head. "Not at-at f-first, no, but af-after t-two years, H-He s-said I could t-take His Mark." He lifted the sleeve of his shirt, exposing Voldemort's mark. "It m-made me f-feel w-wanted... Only those w-worthy enough c-could j-j-join Him."
"And have you yet realized that he was only using you? That he had likely chose you last out of all your friends? Was he interested at all in you before the Prophecy rubbish?"
Pettigrew's eyes dropped, suddenly made aware that what she had said was in fact true. He shook his head in answer.
Dahlia glanced around, noticing the other Death Eaters listening to their conversation quietly, eager to hear what came next.
"Pettigrew... He's going to kill you..."
"N-No!" The man wailed. "N-No!"
"If we don't kill him first. He will indeed."
"The Dark Lord is immortal!" Spat a man. "How dare you speak such lies!"
Dahlia turned to face where ever the voice came from. "Are you sure about that? Why go after an innocent child-"
"His parents refused to come to His side!"
"And then the child harms him so badly, that he is weak and powerless? So weak that your fellow free followers have not even bothered to search for him?"
"They are cowards! Traitors!" Another man demanded. "The Dark Lord will take care of them when He is able!"
"Yes, I suppose you're right. It's what happens when you gather a group of Slytherins as your supporters, hmm? You stick together until one of you gets out of line- then it's hell to pay!"
There was complete chaos then, everyone began hollering until Dahlia silenced them all.
"As you can see," she began stiffly, "I am much more powerful than you could even expect of a witch in my age bracket. I have extraordinary powers. I don't even need a wand-" Dahlia lifted her free hands to show them "-I can heal someone from near death, and, given the right permission, even bring some back from death. I can also see the future. Doubt me if you will, but I can prove it..."
She then played the memory of Voldemort killing Pettigrew with his own hand.
"No!" Pettigrew sobbed.
"One mere hesitance, Peter..." Dahlia told him quietly. "That's all it took for him to turn on you."
"T-That's h-how you k-knew I was -S-Scabbers..." he whispered. "You are a Seer..."
"I need your help, Pettigrew. You were the only one able to find him. Or perhaps... the only one that was willing..."
Pettigrew shook his head violently. "I-I can't...!"
"He's too weak to do any harm," Dahlia assured him. "You kind of owe it to them. To them all. You are a Gryffindor-"
"NO!" He bellowed. "I never belonged there! Never!"
"Then why were you sorted there? You can't always go by what people say, Peter. You wouldn't have been sorted in Gryffindor if you didn't belong there."
He shook his head feverishly. "I w-was n-never br-brave..."
"You only believed what people told you. Even your friends often said how useless you were- when you weren't! You just needed the extra push. With help, you learned spells that even most seventh years couldn't do. You could have been a better man- if only people had supported you a bit more."
"I-it's too late now..."
"What you did was horrid, and it will be hard to receive forgiveness for it, but you can do something to stop to Him. You can assist the winning side and secure yourself a better future. One where you do not die at His hands."
"What makes you think he won't k-kill m-me?"
"Peter..." Dahlia said encouragingly. "I won't let him."
"But-But why d-do you want t-to h-help me?"
"We can't defeat him without you," she answered simply. "He's going to hide until you find him. He's been doing that for nearly two years now. You're our only hope to find him. To ensure your safety, Harry's, and everyone."
Pettigrew said nothing as he thought it over.
"You know you'd do differently if you were given a do over... You're not the only one who would so, Peter. Lots of people made horrid mistakes that they live in regret for."
Peter let out a sob. "I wanted to tell Lily so bad! I nearly did! But I-I was s-so scared...!"
"So... Have you agreed to help me or not? Have you agreed to help Lily's son finish what has been started?"
Peter wrung his hands, twitching his nose, lips, and eyes. It was several moments before he nodded. "I'll n-need my w-wand though."
"You can barrow mine," Dahlia said, unlocking his cell and gesturing him out. "We'll ride my broom out of bounds here, then you can do whatever you need to do."
Peter nodded, following her out of the prison, and mounting the broom behind her when they were outside the building.
After an hour, they dismounted and Dahlia gripped Peter's arm, handing him her wand. He warily glanced at her before conjuring up another wand.
"This... i-is his w-wand," he explained and pressed the tip of it to the Dark Mark, giving it a brutal twist, flaring up his skin with a flame-less fire. He groaned out in pain, nearly screaming out. Panting, Peter removed the wand from his arm, it looked badly burnt, and Dahlia began feeling her own pain from the harm Peter had done to himself, but she was sure that she couldn't heal him if the spell was to work. The smell of burning, raw, flesh nearly made her throw up.
"I n-need t-to apparate n-now," Peter said, warning her of it.
Dahlia nodded. "I'm ready."
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