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Dahlia's Magic	By : lexiatel Category: Harry Potter AU/AR > General Views: 8801 -:- 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
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A/N: Read the first 5 chapters before rating please...
Suggestions and Reviews are always welcome. I will never demand them, but I will say it does encourage me to write more when I know people are enjoying the story.
!Warnings! (-updated March 19th, 2015-)
**This starts off a little normal and turns a bit weird.** I apologize *sheepish giggle*
Adult Language (as of chapter 24)
Now that I have written up 25 chapters and know where I want this to go, I can safely say this starts off as a mild story and develops into more adult situations.
Alternate Universe (obviously)
I'll just let you know now, your favorite characters will not be 100% to cannon. Same with the events that occur in this story. This is why I enjoy fanfiction; to change things on how I would like them to be. I am sorry if this offends you in anyway.
Slash
Crabbe/Goyle and Draco/Harry at the very least. Possibly even a female couple.
Romance
Including non-explicit sex scenes
Graphic descriptions of queasy ingredients or moments
I am really good at this, and I just enjoy writing this kind of stuff.
Confirmed Pairings(in order of appearance);
Crabbe/Goyle: Chapter 37
Draco/OC (the protagonist): Chapters vary- it's complicated
Draco/Pansy: Chapter 65
Draco/Harry: *unknown*
Snape/OC: *unknown*
Summary-
Everyone thinks Dahlia is the twin sister to Dudley Dursley and that she's a witch. Is that really true though? With her mere presence amoungst our favorite story, how will she affect the World? Features Original Characters, Harry Potter, Professor Snape, and many others. !Alternate Universe!
Thanks for reading, and I hope you enjoy!

Chapter 1;
Dahlia stroked the hairbrush through her hair, counting each one under her breath. She watched as the knots from her sleep slowly disappeared, showing a smooth, shiny glow.
When she reached one hundred, Dahlia divided her silky hair into two and proceeded to braid it into perfect pigtails, tying them with bright green bands. It took so long to do get it just right, but that's why she got up so early in the morning.
Dahlia then cleaned her hairbrush from the strands of hair that had broken loose from her head and tossed it into her waste basket. She replaced her clean hairbrush back to its designated place on her dresser.
Unlike her brother, she was a clean freak. Her brother was an annoying, little slob, and if he wasn't her twin, she'd probably hate him. He treated their cousin like scum, making Mum and Dad think that Harry was a little brat.
Dahlia tried sticking up for Harry, but Mum and Dad said that she shouldn't blame herself for Harry's mistakes- no matter how nice Dahlia was to him.
"Wake up, Potter!" She heard her brother shout, followed by a thudding.
Dahlia frowned. It was their birthday, and Dudley would be sure to make sure Harry that think he was lower than dirt today.
"Happy birthday, Shortcakes!" Her mum came in, smiling widely at her.
"Thanks, Mum." Dahlia smiled back.
"Mum!" Dudley shouted. "Harry won't get his lazy bum out! I want pancakes!"
"Coming, Doodlykins!" Petunia eyed Dahlia's hair for perfection before nodding her approval. "Now, don't you cook today." She shook a finger at her. "It's your birthday, Harry can handle it on his own for one day." She then left Dahlia's room.
Dahlia frowned. She wished they weren't so mean to him, but she knew why they were. To them, Harry was weird. Harry did things that were scientifically unexplainable and they didn't like it. In fear that they would also hate her, Dahlia kept her own "unexplainable abilities" a secret from them. Only Harry knew about what she could do, since he could relate.
She heard her mother scream at Harry's cupboard door, ordering him to get up and start breakfast.
After one last look at her green and white dress and straightening out a wrinkle, she went down stairs to join her family.
"Mum says I can't help cook today..." she informed her cousin. They were similar in size, only he was scrawnier than her. He had to constantly run from her brother who would chase him around as entertainment.
"I'll manage." Harry said, trying to flatten his messy hair quickly to no avail.
Dudley started wailing about his lack of gifts then. Dahlia exchanged a roll of eyes with Harry before they ventured into the kitchen.
After Mum had promised to buy two more gifts to make Dudley happy, she barked commands to Harry who immediately started the list of things she had for him to do.
"Yes, Aunt Petunia." He simply said as he performed his tasks.
"Morning, Pumpkin Cake." Vernon greeted his daughter, and awaited her to give him a kiss on the cheek.
"Mornin' Dad." She said, kissing him.
"Happy Birthday." He gestured to her pile of gifts. It was much smaller than Dudley's, but she wasn't as greedy or as demanding as him either.
"Thanks, Mum, Dad." Dahlia smiled and began opening her packages.
"Here, sis." Dudley tossed her a small giftbox.
"Thanks, Dud." She had already placed Dudley's gift in his pile earlier this morning, getting him the video game he had wanted.
Dudley's gift was a box of half eaten chocolates. She couldn't help laughing. She'd save these for Harry. Harry would like them. He wasn't allowed many sweets.
From her parents, she got lots of accessories; earrings, hair bands, necklaces, and more. She also was given some pastel pink and green stationary since she was starting to write to a couple girls across the world, which had been a voluntary school assignment over the summer.
After breakfast, they were going to the zoo. She had the 'luck' of sitting between the two boys. Dudley's fat arm pressed against her face as he tried to flick at Harry's ear.
"Dud, don't." Dahlia whispered, pushing his arm away.
Her brother grumbled, but listened to her, not wishing to get yelled at by their parents for making her upset.
"Behave yourself!" Dad warned Harry as he got out of the car. "Don't you ruin their birthday! No weird stuff! I'm warning you, boy!"
"He'll be fine, Dad." Dahlia forced a smile and took Harry's hand to lead him away from her father who looked doubtful.
Harry and Dahlia wondered over to the large snake cage, both having the same interest in snakes.
"Isn't he grand?" Harry said in awe.
"Yeah." Dahlia agreed. "I bet his fangs are huge!"
"Whoa!" Dudley exclaimed, hurrying over, smashing Harry out of the way. "Get a load of this thing!"
Dahlia helped Harry to his feet. He glared at Dudley angrily.
"Don't do it." Dahlia warned softly. "You heard what Dad said."
Harry appeared to not have heard her. She frowned as she watched Dudley fall forward into the snake habitat, the glass having had disappeared.
"Harry!" She scolded before rushing to help her brother. She stopped quickly as the huge snake, having had seen a chance to escape, cut her off, separating her from Dudley. It lifted its head to Harry.
"Harry! Look out!" She shrieked. But the snake didn't attack him. Instead, it hissed, spitting its tongue out before slithering out of the lobby and out of the building. Everyone around them screamed.
Dudley was wailing now. Dahlia noticed the glass had been replaced. She focused heavily on the glass, telling it to disappear.
Mum and Dad pounded on the glass, shouting with anger and frustration.
The glass disappeared then and Dahlia watched as her parents hugged her brother who was bawling from fear.
"I couldn't help it..." Harry said to her.
"You must learn to control your powers!" She hissed quietly at him. "And your temper!" She added with a huff. "You're going to get into so much trouble now!"
"It talked to me." Harry quietly informed Dahlia.
"The snake?" She asked, momentarily forgetting about how much trouble Harry was going to be in.
He nodded.
"Really? What'd it say?"
Harry grinned sheepishly. "It thanked me for setting it free."
* / *
"Why do you think we have powers and Dudley doesn't?" Harry asked Dahlia two days later. They were laying in the wooden castle at the local playground, hiding from Dudley and his friends who were looking for Harry.
"Maybe only nice kids can have magic powers." Dahlia said after a thought.
"Maybe..." Harry sounded doubtful. "We each have different powers though. You can control yours. And me, I can talk to animals."
"All animals?"
Harry wrinkled his nose. "Well, maybe I am limited to snakes." He chuckled.
"Or reptiles?" Dahlia suggested.
"Yeah, maybe."
"Shh...!" she warned Harry when she heard laughing from a distance. "They are coming. Stay here." She jumped out of the platform and grabbed a nearby swing.
"Where's Harry?" Dudley asked when they had approached her.
"No idea." She shrugged. "Mum made cupcakes though. She saved a whole dozen just for you."
Dudley grinned, licking his lips at the thought. He motioned for his friends to follow as he hurried home.
"Good one." Harry commented after Dudley was out of earshot.
"Yes, let's hope she really did make cupcakes." Mum always made sure to make something for Dudley and his friends, Dahlia had just taken a wild stab in the dark with the cupcakes.
"We better get home." Harry announced grimly, eyeing his watch.
They walked the block to their house, Dahlia stopping at the head of the drive to fetch the post. Something pretty red caught her eye. She eagerly checked to see if it was for her, thinking it may have been from one of her penpals.
"Hey, Harry... this is for you." She said slowly, holding it out to him.
Harry gawked at her, thinking she was joking.
"Go on, take it!"
He took it into his hands delicately as if it were a bomb. Harry never got a piece of post in his lifetime.
"What's that?" Dudley asked, when he seen Harry. His mouth full of a cupcake. "Is that a letter?" He gasped. "Mum! Harry's got a letter!" He shrieked. "Who would write to you?!"
Dahlia noticed she had a letter too. One identical to Harry's. It came from a school; it was probably another penpal request, but why would Harry have one? He didn't participate in the penpal program.
She went up to her room to put her letter away. She would read it tonight, when the house was quiet. It was hard to read with Dudley's constant wailing, and Mum and Dad's shouting.
"It's my letter!" Harry was running around the living room until one of Dudley's friends snatched it, ripping it into two pieces, each boy holding on to a piece.
Dahlia pictured the bully's shirt pulling over his head in her mind, creating a distraction from Harry's letter. It happened then. The white shirt lifted itself right over his head, blinding him. The letter half that he had been holding fluttered to the ground as he struggled with his shirt. Dahlia snatched it up, secretly pieced it back together with her powers and handed it to Harry.
"What are Earth is going on in here?!" Mum came in shrieking.
"Harry's got a letter and he wont let us read it!" Dudley whined.
"Give it." Mum snapped her fingers at Harry who obliged. She read the front of the envelope before letting out a squeak, a horrified look appearing on her face.
"Who's it from, Mum?" Dudley asked eagerly.
"No one!" Mum snapped, crumbling up the paper and stalking out of the room.
Harry looked dumbfounded and envious at the same time.
Dudley teased him before growing bored with it. Him and his friends ran up to his room to play on his computer.
"I got a letter from the same place." Dahlia told Harry. "It's probably just a penpal sign up program."
Harry nodded distantly. "Probably so."
* / *
"Thank you for coming here." The old wizard said from his seat at the center of the Head Table.
"As if we had a choice." Severus muttered.
"Like you had anything better to do." Minerva said.
"I did not invite you all here to squabble amoung each other." Albus cut in quickly to avoid getting off topic. He set a pile of photos onto the table. "We have had an increase of Muggleborns this year, and we are going to need all the help we can get."
"Why am I here?" Severus asked. He had never helped with the muggleborns before; it wasn't the job he signed up for. "And haven't you found a Defense teacher yet?" He inquired, noticing the teacher's absence.
Albus shook his head. "He's a bit late."
"Nice way to start your career." Severus said amusingly. "When you are ready for a real Defense professor, let me know."
"But you do so well in Potions." Filius argued.
"Yet, I spend more time putting out fires and sending students off to Poppy than I do teaching due to their refusal in paying attention." Severus grumbled.
"And you think Defense would be any different?" Pomona asked.
"Students enjoy Defense much more than they do with Potions, therefore, the majority of them do pay attention. I don't know about your house, Pomona, but just about all of my house pass every year in Defense- even with the incompetent Professors we have had lately."
"Well, we can assume why the Slytherins do so well." Minerva gave him a look.
Severus gave her one right back. "Yes, Minerva, I have had the misfortune in breaking up quite a few unauthorized dueling matches. I'd say there's a close runner up. We can all guess which house that is."
Minerva huffed, unable to deny his accusation.
Albus cleared his throat, requesting their attention."I thought with the Potter boy attending this year, that you would be interested." He said to Severus, answering his first question to change the topic. He began thumbing through the photos of the muggleborn children that would attend Hogwarts for the first time.
"And why, may I ask, would you think that?" Severus cocked up an eyebrow.
"Everyone else is." Albus simply answered.
"Yes, because surely I act like everyone else."
Albus paused in his work, giving him a serious look. "Severus, we need another assistant, we're short handed this year. You can not slither your way out of your teaching duty this time."
Severus pressed his lips together in annoyance. "Fine, but I don't want the Potter boy. Perhaps I can help a young witch instead."
The enormous Great Hall went extremely quiet as the entire staff looked at Severus with surprise.
"A girl, Severus?" Minerva was the first to ask. "Not a young wizard?"
"I have been a Professor for the past ten years and have learned that my words seem to absorb better into a witch's mind more often than a wizard's. If I am going to be forced into doing such a ridiculous task, I would sleep better knowing that my valuable time is not being wasted."
Albus nodded. "Very well." Severus didn't like the way his eyes twinkled at that. He'd known the man for most his life. Twinkling eyes from Albus Dumbledore meant Severus was about to have something dished to him that he probably wouldn't like.
"Here. You can assist this lovely witch. I have heard some stories about her." He chuckled lightly. "Which ever house she gets sorted in- she's going to be a handful, I would say."
"Sounds just perfect for your house, Minerva." Severus muttered, taking the photo with the child's information on it and putting it inside one of the many pockets of his robes. "Anything more you want to enforce onto me, sir?"
"Go on, Severus, I am sure you can't wait to return to your brewing." The old wizard excused him.
"I am about finished with what the school will need for the year." Severus informed, standing up. "I like to make sure everything is in place before the year starts."
"Always prepared, my boy." Albus said approvingly.
When Severus was out of site, Minerva asked, "Who did he get?" Knowing that the headmaster likely had alterer motives.
"Dahlia Dursley." Albus' face was expressionless, but his voice held a bit of smugness.
"Oh, you are a wicked man, Albus." Minerva scolded teasingly.
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