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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 72-
Severus stood on the spot he had landed at after apparating. The air was damp, the sky was dark, except from the light of the sliver of the moon. He looked up at the frightening tower that held all of the horrid people known in the wizard world. Shivering from the gloomy atmosphere, and thanking his lucky stars that he had not been sentenced to this awful place, he trudged forward.
Each step, Severus took slowly. He made sure he held out his wand, in case he needed to cast a warning to the Dementors. He couldn't cast his Patronus here, the followers of the Dark Lord would expect him to use the Dark spell. The spell that was only available to cast after killing a Dementor. And, since he was supposed to be on the Dark Lord's side, Darker spells had to be his first choice.
As he walked, the corridor was awfully silent. He assumed that Azkaban would be full of screams and maniacal laughter. At least that's what he heard from the stories.
He stopped at a cell to look in it. A man was curled up in a ball, a Dementor was hovering above him, no doubt making him relive every memory that would torment him into insanity.
It was amazing people came out of here with a sense of reality.
Still, it was strange that the man was making no sound. Severus had witnessed a Dementor's attack more than once. The victim always made some sort of noise. A grunt, a cry, a scream- something.
He stepped up to the next cell. It took all could to not cringe at the woman in disgust. She, of all people, deserved the life time sentence she had gotten after her trial.
The Dark Lord had surprised Severus when he announced the arrangement of her marriage with Roldolphus Lestrange. Everyone knew that the woman (if you wanted to call her that) was crazy in love with the monster. The Dark Lord had even called her by her nickname, showing a bit of compassion to her. But The Dark Lord didn't want to create a heir of his own, since He believed that He was immortal, an heir wasn't necessary. He had to marry off Bellatrix. Severus had thanked himself multiple times that he had been a half blood. Severus had been a favourite of the Dark Lord's.
That time he couldn't help but to shudder. There were somethings he couldn't block. The thought of procreating with Bellatrix was one of them. He probably would have been forced to shack up with the hag.
In the end, the Dark Lord had chosen Roldolphus Lestrange; a wise choice, he was probably the only man who could settle her (besides the Dark Lord himself).
Miss Dursley's information also explained that He didn't want to be human anymore; He wanted to be the most powerful BEING of all, and maybe if He had the capacity to love, things would turn out different for Him. That was all impossible though, and it would be the Power of Love (Lily's love to be precise) that would end his life.
Severus had a passing thought then, wondering if Bellatrix had ever tried the Amortenia potion on the Dark Lord. While it's not really love, it would have probably been enough to satisfy her need. He tried to think back to a time where the Dark Lord may have showed a bit of affection to her, but, besides the calling of her nickname, he made no impression that he was interested with her in such a way.
Perhaps Bellatrix was just a bit more sane than people gave her credit for.
She looked to be laughing insanely, as she always did when she was having the time of her life- her laughter could not be heard...
Severus found Pettigrew's empty cell empty and wide open. The cells can only be opened on the outside, and the lock didn't look picked physically. There were no reports of another prisoner breaking free. Someone had come here to do it.
And there were no doubts who that could be. But why? Why go through all that hassle to send him away only to aid his escape months later?
What was that bloody girl up to now?!
* / *
Dahlia stopped in her tracks as a cold sensation traveled throughout her body. The tiny hairs on her arms and the back of her neck rose straight up. The temperature hadn't dropped none, but something was chilling up her insides.
Pettigrew had stopped also, three steps ahead of her. He stood still, holding his breath to listen with all his ability. With a quick spell, he enhanced their local hearing, making the sound waves more stronger.
Heavy breathing of some animal could be heard. It sounded much like the creature had some kind of congestion in their lungs, infected by a common cold.
Pettigrew let out a quiet cry then, and grasped his arm in pain. He inhaled and exhaled deeply, in an effort not to make anymore noise. The man fell to his knees, the leaves beneath him crunched upon impact, and he began threshing about. He then wailed out, long and loud.
Dahlia quickly cast a spell to silence him from making another sound. His entire arm was black and blistered now. Some of the blisters had opened and were leaking out a dark substance.
Dahlia swallowed hard. It was an gruesome sight, but this had to have happened in the past, right? Is this what Pettigrew went through when he had found Voldemort?
"Wormtaaaaail..." a voice whispered through the wind. Dahlia's head snapped up, looking for the creature who spoke. All she saw was silhouettes of trees. "I am sssurprisssed. Mosssst pleasssed, but ssssurprisssed."
Dahlia knelt down to Peter, his pain looked to be residing, his arm was clearing up, the blackness fading away. "Peter," Dahlia murmured as quietly as she could, "I need to ask you a question, but to do so, I would like your permission to speak into your head, it won't hurt."
He nodded, permitting her request.
"Thank you." She touched her hand to his forehead. 'Can you cast Occulemacy? I need to know, it's important.'
'No, I am not good enough, He will know what I think if He sees me.'
'I'm going to protect you, okay? What I'll cast is sort of like Occulemacy, but it'll only be for temporary.'
'Okay...' he answered, a bit uneasily.
'Don't worry,' Dahlia told him gently. 'I know what I'm doing.' She then reconstructed his memories, so Voldemort wouldn't think he was working against him.
"M-My L-Lord," Peter stood up, looking around, violently shaking. "I-I k-kept your w-wand safe."
"Who isss the chiiild, my ssservant?"
Peter glanced at Dahlia, giving her a confused look, but she nodded to confirm his silent question. "My-My d-daughter, M-Master," Peter answered. "She insists in f-following m-my f-footsteps."
"You want to join me, sssmall girl?" Voldemort asked. "What do you have to offer?"
"I can arrange a meeting with Harry Potter," she told him. "So you can... finish what you've started." Dahlia's eyes kept searching the woods, but there was no visible sign of him. "He's only thirteen now, hardly has any magical education," she shrugged carelessly. "You should have no problem killing him."
"I neeeeed a body firssst," Voldemort hissed.
"A human body will only limit your abilities. There are other ways to kill without the possibility of damaging your physical self, Potter can not damage you in your current form."
"You ssspeak wissse wordsss, tell me what you are thinking."
Dahlia reached into the inside of her robes, pulling out a potion. "The most powerful potion of all," she said, "one touch to any part of his body, and he's dead." Dahlia explained. "I usually have it poured onto my victims," she informed nonchalantly.
"You do not do it yourssself?"
Dahlia clamped her jaw, refusing to show emotion. Truth be told, the memories that Walter had given her were awful ones. In her actual life, she barely had any happy moments. But the worse thing of all, was that Blake had made her Pure blood into something fatal. Pures had the inability to cause such damage, they literally could not kill someone, even in self defense. They could not physically harm a being, it was impossible.
That is, unless you had the potion that Dahlia held and just one mere drop of the blood flowing through her.
Blake tapped the vial, watching the red liquid swirl into a solid black. As black as his shining eyes. "I think I've got it this time," he said softly. He swept to his Potions table, removing a very tiny pig (hardly bigger than a field mouse) from a jar. It squealed in protest, almost knowing what was about to happen.
"Blake, don't..." Dahlia pleaded tearfully from her spot on the floor. She held a hand to her neck, feeling the blood trickle between her fingers and down her arm.
He ignored her as if she wasn't even there. His eyes didn't even flicker toward her as he placed just a single drop onto the pig. Its cries intensified, and its skin began rotting away, turning just as dark as the potion was. In an agonizing minute, the pig finally withered into nothing but a fleshy corpse.
Blake smirked in triumphant. "How thrilling." He discarded the remains with a wave of his wand, and his eyes laid onto Dahlia. Her pulse picked up, not liking the look he was giving her. "It begins now. I will rule, and you..." He ran his thumb along his corked potion, widening his grin, "You, Dahlia, are going to be the one that will help me do it."
She swallowed hard, blinking back tears "My blood alone is suffice enough to cause one of the most horrifying deaths known to mankind, because of that, I am unable to actually use it." Dahlia refrained from closing her eyes, showing weakness. "But my Dad," she said looking at Peter. "He can do it."
"Then he ssshall." Voldemort ordered with heavy interest.
"It starts off as a grand healing agent," Dahlia explained, taking out her wand, not yet willing to permit Voldemort the knowledge of how powerful she was. She met Peter's eyes, and he searched hers, wanting to know what she was planning.
"You'll show your Master how special this is, Dad. Cut a nice, long gash into your arm, one of your wrists would be a grand place."
Peter's eyes widened, "B-But-"
"Come now, Dad, you know the healing potion works. We can't waste your Master's precious time."
Peter nodded, reluctantly taking out his wand. He shut his eyes tightly. Dahlia wasn't sure if he was gathering his Gryffindor courage, or if he was saying his prayers.
Dahlia's eyelids twitched at the sight of Peter's blood literally draining from his body after he had cut a deep slit into himself. With a deep breath, gathering up her own Gryffindor courage, she snatched his blood covered wrist and put a drop of the Jaradox potion onto his wound. A second later, the slit was sealed, and the blood was washed away. All that was there was a tiny green stitch of magic that you had to look closely at to see it.
"It works real well for werewolf bites," Dahlia informed.
"Now ssshow me the dessstruction it can caussse," Voldemort ordered softly, not all too interested in the healing properties of the potion.
Dahlia handed the vial to Peter who's hands quivered. A bit of the red potion spilled onto his hands. "You'll want to keep your hands steady," Dahlia warned him. "Once my blood turns the potion black, it's fatal." Peter let out a whimper, but he forcibly slowed his breathing.
Dahlia removed a knife from a pocket of her robes, snapping it open, and pricking her finger. With a deep breath, she dropped her blood into the potion, and fell to the ground in pain as the blood made contact with the healing liquid. Her screams of agony echoed throughout the forest.
* / *

A loud crack echoed throughout the still, silent night. Dahlia held out a box in front of her, looking up at the large castle. She stepped through the gate, and turned when she noticed Peter hadn't moved. He stared up at the castle with troublesome eyes.
"Aren't you coming?"
His hands started twitching, and he looked at the ground uneasily. "I d-don't w-want to g-go b-back," he said hoarsely.
"You've switched sides, Peter," she told him gently, faintly smiling. "You've helped me catch Him. They'll... admire you for that. Have faith in me, I'm a Seer, remember."
His teeth chattered in fear, lips trembled, but he nodded. "You've p-proven y-yourself s-so f-far," he said, walking to her, and shutting the gate behind them.
"Things are going to change now, Peter. For you... For me... For... everyone... Your people will live in peace now."
"Wh-What d-do y-you m-mean?" He asked, confused by her choice of words.
Dahlia lead the way up to the front of the castle. "After today, I'll have to prove to the Ministry my existence."
"Ex-Existence?" She could tell she had really confused him.
Dahlia slightly laughed, amused by her sudden decision of Peter Pettigrew being the first wizard to know her true identity.
"Peter, you're the first I'm going to tell this to, so consider yourself a bit special, okay?"
Peter eyed her in astonishment, incredibly surprised to hear that she was going to share something with him that no one else knew.
She giggled. "Peter, don't worry! It won't be a secret for much longer anyway."
"B-but why m-me?"
Dahlia gave a shrug. "I figure... You deserve it," she told him. "And... well... Lily would be proud of you."
"Y-You n-never m-met her! H-How would y-you kn-know?!"
Dahlia pulled a large door open and gestured Peter inside. The door shut loudly behind him. Dim torches lit the path.
"Peter," she whispered, "I haven't physically met her, no, but I've conversed with her."
He gasped, the noise penetrating off the castle's stone interior. "Sh-She's not a g-ghost is s-she?!"
Dahlia smiled, refraining herself from laughing. "No, of course not! I've communicated with her via a Spirit Speaker."
"A what?"
Dahlia rolled her eyes. She would had thought the name was self explanatory... "A specially born Divian who can converse with the uh... deceased."
"Can-Can I m-meet one...?" Desperation held in Peter's eyes.
"Only if you are confronted by the Spirit Speaker... Usually, they only approach Divians."
"What's a Div-Divian?"
"A specific creature who is born to make the world better."
Peter gave her a puzzled look that soon turned into a strange one, eyeing her as if she was some sort of dangerous animal.
Dahlia sighed and began explaining her society to him. They had a long walk up to the Headmaster's office anyway.
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