Adult-FanFiction.org : Harry Potter

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.

Chapter List
- 72
- 73
Review Responses:
dracohermione: Someone who can communicate with the dead :)

Chapter 73-
Dahlia stood in between Peter and Professor McGonagall and Professor Dumbledore. Her head of house had her lips pursed out, and was itching to say something, but Professor Dumbledore had granted Dahlia the permission to explain why she had brought a fugitive into the castle, and why she had not made it on the Hogwarts express.
Dahlia held out the box. "I broke Peter out of Azkaban so he could help me retrieve this," she explained, looking at the headmaster in the eye.
Peter stirred behind her as both professors shifted their eyes to him. Professor McGonagall let out a disgruntled huff, but Professor Dumbledore did not react. He looked down at the box, slightly nodding at it, silently telling her to continue.
"It's what you've been looking for. Or rather, who you have been looking for. He was hidden really well. Only those who wore his mark had the ability to find him without death. It didn't not come with no cost though. Peter found him with his wand, taking me with him. He did so willingly. There are a lot of people that live in regret from making mistakes that they thought was right at the time- even if they were done for selfish reasons." She pointedly look at Professor Dumbledore. "I've learned that not even the purest of them all can live an unselfish life. This is coming from someone who has been told how pure she is for the majority of her life."
Professor Dumbledore made no motion that he knew what she meant; a master at hiding his emotions. "Very well then, we will have to remember Peter's actions when the time comes." He took the box carefully from Dahlia, giving it a curious look over. "How did you entrap him?"
Dahlia removed the Jaradox potion from her pocket, holding up the black potion, giving to a gentle shake. "Voldemort had to learn about Blake's potion."
"So, Blake invented it," the headmaster summarized.
"My grandmother created an extraordinary elixir from my second great grandmother's discovery of the Divi Flowers. Blake manipulated the best healing potion of all time to make the most damaging elixir in existence." Dahlia walked to the table, frowning a bit. "Many would find it intriguing to learn that the best cure that would ever be created can also be made into the most deadliest poison known to mankind." She scoffed in disgust. "What's worse is knowing that the creator of each of those elixirs were siblings. Twins to be exact." Dahlia set her hands onto the edge of Professor Dumbledore's desk, her eyes going out of focus as she tried to stop a layer of tears from falling out. She could feel eyes staring at her. They were probably studying her. The professors were likely mildly confused, Professor McGonagall more than Dumbledore. And Peter, well, he was just astonished that she wasn't as crazy as Bellatrix Lestrange. He had told her that personally.
"Thirteen years old!" Professor McGonagall finally shrieked. "Is it in your blood or something?! You can't go off saving the world! You're just a child!"
"I'm not thirteen," Dahlia said, glancing at her head of house. "I'm actually fifty-three, I've been sent from the future to save both our worlds..."
"Future? Worlds?" Professor McGonagall eyed her like she was crazy. "Have you recently hit your head, child?"
Dahlia wandlessly conjured up a chair, giving her head of house an assertive look, making the woman stiffen, and cross her arms along her chest. "Your Transfigurations grade is barely a passing mark, and, yet, you stand before me performing magic without a wand?!"
"Wands are useless to me. I am not a wand waver," was Dahlia's blunt reply.
Professor McGonagall gasped. "Wand waver?! I don't like your tone, lady!" She shook her finger sternly.
"Minerva," Professor Dumbledore cut in before this would go on any further. "Could you go get Harry Potter, please?"
One of Professor MCGonagall's eyes twitched, unhappy that she was being dismissed. She gave a curt nod and left.
"You never did explain to me how you got Him into the box," Professor Dumbledore pointed out.
"I had Peter demonstrate the destructive properties of the elixir. We found an unfortunate wolf in the forest. I stunned it, and-" Dahlia shrugged, looking at the ground. "The more you use it, the faster it kills. We only had to use half the elixir before it turned into dust... Naturally, Voldemort was highly interested in it. He showed himself to us then, and I was able to stun Him just like I did to the wolf. I shrunk Him, although, I didn't need resize Him much, He wasn't very big, just hideously inhuman. Peter transfigured a leaf into a box then."
The headmaster nodded. "Excellent. I applaud the both of you."
"Harry will need this..." Dahlia set the Jaradox potion next to the box. "First, for himself, then, for Voldemort..."
Professor Dumbledore tilted his head questionably. "You are alright with this?"
"It must be done... And why bother asking me? Shouldn't you be asking yourself that?"
He looked away, sighing grievously. "So many mistakes were made by so many..."
Dahlia nodded in agreement, but deep down, if none of them had made the mistakes, Voldemort would have began his ruling that night in 1981. Many scenarios were played during the Divian Life Simulator to see if they could have made anything better. But most of the changes weren't any better. There was one glimmer of hope though. That was if Harry was able to end Voldemort before Dahlia's great grandmother came across a group of Death Eaters. This moment would kill two birds with one stone. Everyone who had died during the first war was going to, no matter what the Divians tried, but they had realized that they could save those who had been killed during the second war, if Voldemort didn't rise the second time.
It was just a relief that Trelawney wasn't all too great of a seer. Harry wasn't going to die. Not for a long time. But Professor Dumbledore didn't know that yet, and Dahlia wasn't going to tell him. She wanted him to live in a bit of guilt for a little while. He did it plenty enough to Professor Snape.
"I'll be gone when this is all over anyway," she added, backing up, ready to go up to her dorm.
"You are not going to stay and watch?"
Dahlia shook her head. "I've seen enough dead to last a life time..." her eyes set onto the box. She was not supposed to feel happy over someone dying, but she could not help it. Not after all that she had to witness through the memories of following the paths of Severus Snape, and Lily and Harry Potter.
Professor Dumbledore gave her a knowing nod.
"You're lucky, by the way, Headmaster," Dahlia said, turning from him. "You're the only one that I've known to tiptoe around the inside of my head and not come out as a drooling vegetable. I guess that I did a good job on the wards, hmm?"
She heard him chuckle. "Thank you for that."
"Well, I had this thought that some meddling, old fool would try to invade in on my privacy," she said half-jokingly.
"I can assume what I saw was what you had permitted me to see?"
Dahlia smirked. "You are a brilliant man, sir and, at the time, I just thought a little help couldn't hurt. Desperate times; You understand how that is."
* / *
"Know what's funny?" Dahlia asked Professor Lupin, tucking Stivus' habitat under her arm. He had offered to apparate her to the Dursleys to get her stuff. She didn't plan on staying at Hogwarts for much longer, but the Dursleys would need their life back and she couldn't allow that without taking her stuff with her. As far as they were concerned, their "daughter" was already gone at school.
"No, what?"
"Divians can't turn into animals and we can't apparate, but we can make ourselves invisible and soundless. We can hide ourselves so well that we can appear to be non existent to humans. Many of you mistake us as ghosts." She slightly laughed at that.
Professor Lupin's eyebrows raised. "Why can't you apparate?"
"Divian blood and self-transfigurating don't mix well."
Professor Lupin nodded in understanding. "I see."
They traveled down from her room and out into the early snowy morning. Dahlia yawned tiredly, realizing that she hadn't slept in nearly twenty-four hours. She waved her hand dramatically at the house that her Muggle parents lived in. "Let's go," she said to Professor Lupin, and lead the way to the apparating point.
"So, is everything all over now?" He asked. "Is our world safe?"
"It should be. And my Grand Uncle will not be conceived."
"You said your great grandmother and Blake were twins?"
"Yep," Dahlia answered simply.
Professor Lupin glanced at her but said nothing.
"I will disappear when he does," she informed him.
"And when will that be?"
Dahlia grimaced, remembering the exact moment. "June 24, 1996."
"In just over three years then..."
"Until then, I can live a life of normalcy and peace. It'll be extremely seem odd..."
Professor Lupin smiled. "If you live at Hogwarts, you can't expect a normal life."
Dahlia laughed. "No, I guess not!"
When Dahlia seen Harry that morning at breakfast, he looked exhausted.
She frowned. "Are you alright?"
He grunted. "I've never been through such a thing before."
"The potion was unable to harm you, Harry..." Dahlia told him slowly.
Harry pushed his plate away. "I wasn't talking about that...!"
Hermione and Ron exchanged looks, having no idea what was going on. Since most of the wizarding world considered Voldemort dead already, everyone who had been involved recently agreed that it was better to not mention his recent capture and defeat.
"Harry will have to explain it to you later," Dahlia told them.
"I tried reasoning with Him," Harry mumbled, slumping his shoulders.
Dahlia then suggested that they find a private location to discuss the topic, inviting Harry's friends along. When they were hidden away in a classroom, Dahlia filled Hermione and Ron in on the details, including her abilities, and who (and what) she was.
"He was a bad man, Harry," Hermione said reasonably. "You had to do it, you were the only one able to, Dahlia said that there was no other way..."
"I just feel... dirty... I mean, last night I killed someone..."
"The person who killed your mum and dad, Harry," Ron said narrowing his eyes. "If someone murdered my parents, I'd hunt 'em down and kill them too!"
This helped Harry's mood none. Dahlia really couldn't blame the boy. She would probably feel the same if she had been in his shoes.
By the next day, everyone knew of Dahlia's identity. Even about her Divian blood, which she saw no harm in telling. No one would find the hidden city of Divinity anyway, and she'd have to explain her wandless magic somehow without seeming like some warlord in the making.
At breakfast, she got some funny looks from a lot of the students there, especially from ones that had been crushing on her. Draco didn't much look at her (which she preferred, since they couldn't have a romantic relationship), but Dahlia also noticed that he hadn't been looking much at anyone.
"Are you alright?" She asked him after the meal.
"Does it look it?!" Draco snapped. "Just... don't come near me!" He pushed her out of his way, stalking down the corridor.
Dahlia would have to find out what his issue was. He didn't usually speak to her like that. She wondered if it was because of her Divian status. Maybe he wasn't interested in marrying a creature now.
That was fine by her. Draco needed to be with Harry anyway. If they both wanted true happiness.
"Miss... Dursley...?"
Dahlia turned toward the familiar voice, and smiled slightly. "Hello, Professor."
Professor Snape tilted his head, eying her over. "I want to talk with you."
"Alright. Your office?"
He nodded, and lead the way. Neither said much until they were secluded in the enchanted room, forbidding the possibility of eavesdroppers.
"You look nothing like your family," he mused with a blank look.
Dahlia looked away. "Not my Divian side anyway... It is rare for us to look like our wizard or witch half. The Divian is usually the dominate side when it comes to genetics."
"Dumbledore said something to me this morning that has my mind spinning in circles. It does not want to seem to settle. I was sort of wondering if you could ease my thoughts."
Dahlia put her hands behind her back, bracing herself. She had an idea where this was going. Neither Dumbledore nor Professor Snape were stupid. It was bound to come out eventually.
"The potion should have killed Harry, but it didn't."
"His mother saved him from death. Twice now, it seems."
Professor Snape raised an eyebrow. "Or was it more like his mother's blood?"
Dahlia tilted her head, hiding a grin. "Perhaps that too."
The man folded his arms across his chest. "Exactly who are you?!"
"If I tell you, I don't want you ever telling him," she said firmly.
"Harry?"
Dahlia nodded.
"Deal," Professor Snape drawled. "Spit," he ordered.
"When my mother died, a Taker extracted her memories, who later gave them to me," she explained slowly, and took a deep breath. "She fell in love with my father soon after they met." Dahlia chuckled uneasily. "It'll seem weird... which is mostly the reason why I don't want him to know it, but, by blood, Harry's actually my grandfather."
- 72
- 73
You need to be logged in to leave a review for this story.You need to be logged in to leave a review for this story.
Report Story

Dahlia's Magic