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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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Chapter 9-
Draco was interested to hear the news of Harry's presence on the train. Dahlia noticed his look became much more friendlier than before.
"Where's he?" Draco asked the girl eagerly.
"Somewhere around here." She shrugged.
Dahlia grinned, stepping into the compartment.. "I know where he is."
"Oh?" He gave her a charming smile, having forgotten that she had just insulted him, or maybe didn't care now that she could tell him something he wanted to know.
"Yep. He's my cousin." She smiled smugly then when the boy looked a bit envious at that statement.
"Would you introduce me to him, Miss-" he paused, pressing her for a name to call her by, showing her a polite side to him.
"Dahlia Dursley."
"Never heard of that surname before." He flashed her a look of disgust, before his attractive, sweet smile returned. Fake as it was, she couldn't help admiring it.
Dahlia was amused by his snobbish attitude. "Are you rich, famous, or just that much of a snub?" She asked through a smile.
His eyes narrowed darkly. He took out his wand, pointing it to her a moment before replying, "Show me the way to Harry Potter, or I will teach you how you should properly speak to me, mudblood. Starting with your pretty little braids."
My, he certainly was quick to judge.
"I would put that away if I were you." She said coolly.
"You think you are a match for me?" He sneered.
Dahlia crossed her arms. "Do you think the boy that I grew up with, who considers me his sister, would befriend you if you were to upset me in any way at all?"
She watched him purse his lips in annoyance.
"Just put your wand away. We both know you're not going whack my hair up into tiny little pieces."
Draco pocketed his wand. "What's your price?" He asked with a sigh, pulling out a coin bag.
"Price?" Dahlia scoffed. "I am not going to sell my cousin!"
The boy studied her with narrowed eyes. "Then what is it that you want?"
She laughed. "It's just fun watching you struggle for an ounce of his attention."
Draco grunted. "I don't want his attention. I was going to offer him the chance to go under my wing, and introduce him to some real wizards."
"You are implying that I am not a real witch?"
"You are a mudblood." He sneered. "You are not a real witch."
Dahlia raised her eyebrows up at him. "I shall have to prove to you differently sometime then." She said.
"Yes, you do that." He drawled in amusement. "See where that gets you."
"Oh, Harry! That Malfoy boy! He called me names and everything! He was so mean to me!" Dahlia wailed dramatically under her breath, showing Draco what power she had over him.
He scowled. "I'll excuse your ignorance this time, but you may want to wisen up a bit. Find out why it would be best to not piss me, the Malfoy heir, off. Now leave, and get out of my sight!" He ordered darkly, pointing to the door.
Dahlia did so, delighted to have stirred him up, but before closing the compartment door, she added. "And you may want to watch your mouth around my cousin. His mother was a muggleborn. Insulting what his mother was may just be a mistake you would not wish to make." She made her way back to Harry without looking back for Draco's reaction.
Him and Ron had already changed into their robes, hers lay out for her, and she promptly slipped it over her head.
"Well, I met some charming people today." She said through giggles.
* / *
They were following a professor named McGonagall, she lead the first years into a chamber, cramming everyone together much too close for their liking. Dahlia wrinkled her nose as she got pressed between Harry and another boy she had never met before.
Professor McGonagall officially introduced herself and welcomed them to Hogwarts. She gave a brief explanation on the school and the houses, informing that they would be sorted soon.
She then looked disapprovingly at the crowd, eyes focusing on those who looked a mess. Dahlia had nothing to worry about, she had checked herself over after getting out of the magical row boat earlier. Her robes, hair braids, and shoelaces were all in fine placement. She watched as Harry checked his hair; the styling gel still working its 'magic'.
Professor McGonagall left then, telling them to wait for her to retrieve them. There were lots of sounds coming from the other side of the wall. Many people were talking.
"Whoa!" a girl said, pointing. Everyone looked up to see a group of ghosts floating above their heads, arguing over someone called "Peeves". It took a moment for the ghosts to notice the lot of kids beneath them. A couple of them welcomed the group, and wished them good luck in their sorting.
Professor McGonagall came back and sent the ghosts off impatiently, eager to get on with the main event of the night. "Form a line and follow me." She instructed sternly, and lead them out of the room and across the way to the Great Hall.
The new students took in the sight with excitement, pointing out the candles that hovered above the tables, and the endless dark ceiling that twinkled with many tiny dots. A girl informed anyone who was listening that it was bewitched to match the current weather outside.
They stood between the teachers and students, the whole school was looking at them. If no one was nervous before, they were now.
A stool was placed in front and at the center of the line. Professor McGonagall placed a really ratty, dingy hat on top of the it. Dahlia looked at it with disgust.
Everyone in the Great Hall was staring at the hat, waiting for something to happen. It then twisted and moved as if stretching from a long nap. There was a rip that opened up, and it started singing a song.
They listened quietly, enjoying the entertainment provided to them by the enchanted hat. When it was finished, the Great Hall burst into applause.
"Wasn't that wicked?" someone near Dahlia exclaimed.
The hat bowed to each of the four tables that were presumed separate houses, before it froze back up again, as if it were inanimate.
"We have to let that thing touch our heads?" Dahlia asked. "It's... so... filthy."
"You'll live, Lia." Harry said, chuckling. "It's nothing you can't wash off."
"Fred said we'd have to wrestle a troll and everything!" Ron hissed. "I'll have to kill him. That bugger!"
Harry looked suddenly relieved. He had been worried it was going to be a lot more difficult than that, still wanting to be a Gryffindor really desperately, needing that connection with his parents.
"You'll do just fine, Harry." Dahlia assured him in a whisper.
But, as each first year was called to the stool to place the hat onto their head, he got more and more nervous.
"Dursley, Dahlia."
Dahlia straightened up, and took a deep breath. She sent one last encouraging grin to her cousin, and climbed onto the stool. She grimaced at the hat for a second, ignoring the hundreds of students in front of her. Quickly, without letting herself talk her out of it, she set the hat onto her head. Everything went black. Dahlia's heart was thumping nervously.
"Ah, here's a good one." A small voice said. "I feel you would fit well in Slytherin, but, sadly, that is not where your heart wishes to go."
Dahlia cleared her throat. "No." She said firmly.
"You could make lots of friends there, with the mind that I see here."
"I am not looking to make friends." She said sternly.
Dahlia felt the hat wiggle on her head. "Are you sure?" The Hat asked slowly. "You could be passing up on the opportunity of a life time here; all just for one person. You can not change your mind after stepping off this stool." it warned her. "That seems like a huge thing to do for someone as young as yourself."
Dahlia stiffed, sucking in a deep breath. "I can handle it."
"Alright then, if that's what you choose..." There was a long moment of silence, as it waited for her to change her mind, but she didn't. The hat then shouted, "GRYFINNDOR!"
Dahlia hopped off from the stool in complete ecstasy. She was a Gryffindor! She didn't consider herself adventurous, but she knew she had done some moments of bravery in her short lifetime. Like when she saved her Mum from the poisonous snake that Harry had summoned up when he was only five. Dahlia had snatched the snake from Mum's chair quickly before she could sit down and get her bum bit. Dahlia could had gotten very hurt from that act, but she didn't want Mum to get sick, and Harry to get into trouble for what he had done.
That's one reason why Dahlia insisted that he learned to control his temper and magic. He didn't mean to do such things, but one day, he might hurt someone really badly with it.
She hurried to the cheering table and sat down next to a girl named Fay Dunbar, who had been sorted into Gryffindor just before her. She got many quick hellos before everyone's attention went back to the hat. More and more students were sorted. Gryffindor gaining their first boy, named Seamus Finnigan, then, the one girl (Hermione Granger) that had been helping Neville find his toad, and, also, Neville himself.
Draco Malfoy had been sorted into Slytherin quickly with little surprise to Dahlia. He obviously had been wanting that, since he wore a smug look once he took off the hat. He swaggered to his new House mates who were cheering like mad with their new addition. He seemed quite popular amoung the Slytherins.
When it came to Harry, the room erupted into loud whispers at the announcement of his name calling. Many hoped that he would be sorted into their houses. Dahlia watched Draco stare at him, wiggling his foot eagerly, waiting, no doubt, to see if Harry would become a Slytherin.
She grinned at the boy's fascination with her cousin.
Dahlia watched with the rest of the school, as the hat took a long time with Harry, longer than anyone before him. Harry's hands were gripping the stool tightly. She could tell he was making his case to the hat.
Come on... Gryffindor... she said over and over in her head. If Dahlia could make Gryffindor, so could he; he was much more Gryffindor than she.
And then it was announced.
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