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Before they could get to the top of the stairs, Professor McGonagall called to the lilac haired girl, "Oh, Dahlia," her Irish lilt wafting through the empty classroom making the Ravenclaw turn, "your uncle would like to speak with you."

Questions filled Dahlia's eyes, "Do you know what about Professor?"

"No dear, but you might want to hurry, it sounded urgent," Minerva took her under her arm ushering her out of the classroom leaving Remus to his tea. "How are you getting along this year?"

"Much better than the last Professor," she smiled looking at the lovely witch, she was still stunning even with the lines on her face and pursed lips made her seem harsh to the students. Dahlia always thought Minerva was beautiful. Kind but firm, it was her eyes, those wise lively eyes of a witch half her age that intrigued the Ravenclaw. As she was admiring the head of Gryffindor house there was something in the Professor's expression that made her stop, "Is there something wrong Minerva?"

Pulling the girl to a stop in the empty corridor looking rather concerned at Dumbledore's niece, "It's this business with Sirius Black; my concerns are not just about Potter but you as well child. Albus told me how close you used to be with him," her lip almost quivered in fear at the name.

Dahlia nodded, "We were…" she trailed off, not sure what to tell the Professor to ease her fears, it seemed there were no words of solace available.

Both the witches couldn't find the assurances for one another and they continued down the hallway in silence to the Headmaster's office. The sound of their footsteps seemed to echo louder in the vacant hall, the noise reverberating off the cold stone walls making the castle seem harder and more hollow than usual. As they got to the statue leading to Dumbledore's office it spun before Minerva gave the password. The stones grinding as the stairs moved outward revealing Severus Snape. Dahlia gave an exasperated sigh, twice in one day she would have to feel his malevolence toward her. How she wished he wouldn't be so cold to her.

Thinking quickly and hoping not to add insult to her already injured ego and heart where Snape was concerned, she turned to McGonagall, "Tell Albus I'll be up shortly, there's something I need to correct." Minerva nodded before heading up to the office. "Severus," she called to the wizard halfway down the corridor.

He turned with a swirl of his robes, "Yes, Miss Dumbledore," his tone was acidic and callous.

The lilac haired girl closed the gap between them, "I never got to fully apologize for my seemingly unfeeling actions this summer," her eyes were swimming with apologies at the Potion's Master.

The charade of Snape's dropped instantly, "I never meant…" he paused losing all the right words to say as he looked into her eyes.

"Severus," she said again her voice still soft and looking away from his intense stare, "I know what you meant and while it's not acceptable, I understand." Dahlia looked at him, reaching for his hand, finding it cold and clammy, his eyes were glittering with unwanted emotion it made his posture somewhat awkward. "What I don't understand is why you are treating me and to an extent Remus so coldly."

Snape's nostrils flared at the Lupin's name, "That is none of your concern," he snapped, making his bearing go from awkward and apologetic to stiff and frigid.

Dahlia sighed getting closer to the professor, "I know what went on between you and James, Sirius, and Remus, however don't you think taking out a grudge on Remus for something he barely had a hand in is the tiniest bit silly," she tried to make her sentence as light as possible, almost reminiscent of how she spoke to Lockhart before he removed Harry's bones.

Tales of the Marauders were legend, especially since two of the four were around her on a full time basis. She heard all of the stories first hand from Sirius and Remus as bedtime stories. Severus was often the root of those stories ending in his humiliation in some way. Dahlia mostly disapproved of their actions, which is part of the reason she tried to treat Severus with the utmost kindness, the majority of her kindness towards him was that she was genuinely fond of the thin wizard.

"You know nothing of what happened," the tall wizard spat at her turning his nose up at the girl he once looked so fondly on.

"Are you really this fickle Severus?" her voice grew in volume crossing her arms over her chest, Dahlia could feel the heat on her face starting up again. She was angry but there was sadness, almost desperation that filled her as well, hoping he would relent.

"Fickle?" he sounded aghast, "That is what I would ask of your personality, getting friendly once again with a professor." The low voice rang out sending a shiver up her spine as he narrowed a baleful stare at the lilac haired girl.

Dahlia's face flushed with anger as she planted her feet, "Professor Snape, the only teacher I got 'friendly with', as you put it, last year was you and that ended up with you calling me by Lily Potter's name. An error in judgment that was not my doing! Remus and I are friends, he was comforting me as I was lamenting about you and your treatment of me. I do not appreciate the barbs you continue to sling my way like poison as if it was my insolence and somehow my fault that you called me Lily. You smothered me this summer and when I wouldn't respond you grew as cold-blooded as your house mascot." her eyes narrowed further as she continued her tirade, "I would trust Remus during a full moon before trusting you again!"

His face looked haunted, pale and it seemed a cold sweat started to form on his forehead; he never thought that he had or would ever hurt her this badly. Snape tried to move forward hoping to show that he knew the error of his ways and that he would do anything for her forgiveness but the Ravenclaw only moved away from him as she did last year, a disgusted look on her face as her arms had uncrossed to clenched fists at her sides, her small frame quaking with anger, "Dahlia," he said quietly.

"No," she told him firmly, "you do not get to apologize to me, you had your chance and you took the low route crawling on your scaly underbelly to undercut and undermine and insult me at every chance." Dumbledore's niece furrowed her brow, matching the abhorrence of his previous scathing words, "I would sooner be alone in a room with Sirius Black before I would ever be alone with you again." The name seethed out of her mouth, she wanted to hurt him and brining Sirius into the conversation would do just that. The pain on his sunken face after she said Black's name was more than apparent, it would be something she would regret later but not in the moment. Dahlia turned on her heels half yelling the password to the statue and heading out of sight to Dumbledore's office.

Snape stood there forgetting how to breathe as he watched her huff away. The Potion's Master was gob smacked, how did it get so out of control so fast? The confusion rising in him crushed out all the air in his lungs as he slunk back to the Potion's classroom. He had now lost the only two people to ever care about him due to his selfish, unforgivable, and insensitive behavior.