SKREIGH- C.DIGGORY

73

"Where are you going?"

Narcissa's voice makes Delilah freeze in her movements. The younger witch turns to look at the woman who had a raised eyebrow, clearly waiting for the witch to answer her.

"I have something to do," Delilah replies, pulling her boots on her feet.

"Is it something to do with my sister?"

"Maybe, maybe not," Delilah replies.

Before Narcissa can ask the younger witch another question, red smoke engulfs her figure and she is gone from the lounge.

"Stubborn, reckless girl," Narcissa mutters, shaking her head.

The witch was wearing her red cloak with the hood pulled up as she waited by one of the exits that Ministry employees used to leave their workplace.

Her eyes lock onto Rodolphus Lestrange in the disguise he had donned since his escape from Azkaban. She had been tracking his movements for weeks, waiting for the opportunity to strike.

Delilah walks forward, as a hunter would approach their prey. She is quick to wave her hand, and the man falls unconscious. The witch catches him in her arms as one would when dipping their partner in a dance. The witch's eyes scan the surrounding area before the pair are engulfed in red smoke and gone from sight.

Delilah is quick to drop Rodolphus to the ground with a thud when they land in Grimmauld Place.

The noise drew the attention of the five wizards who also occupied the house. Delilah pushes the hood from her head as the five wizards filter in.

Narcissa remains in the doorway, her eyes looking at the unconscious wizard on the floor.

"Is that-?" Draco's question tails off his he stares at his aunt's husband.

"Rodolphus Lestrange? Yes, it is,"

"Why-?"

"Who's going to miss him?" Delilah responds to Stuart's question with another question.

"He's one of You Know Who's most loyal followers, so all of the death eaters," Draco replies.

"That's perfect," Delilah grins.

With a wave of the witch's hand, Rodolphus is strapped to a chair as he slowly regains his grip on consciousness.

"Okay bye boys," Delilah waves at the boys.

"What are you going to do to him?"

"That is a question you do not want answering," Is Delilah's response to Cedric's question.

The five wizards back out of the room as soon as they are out of the room, the door slams shut behind them.

Delilah perches herself on the end of the antique table that resided in the lounge as she waits. Eventually, Rodolphus' head lifts up, his eyes locking onto the auburn-haired witch.

"Morning Sunshine," Delilah grins.

"You-" Rodolphus snarls.

"Yes me," Delilah waves her hand. "Banshee, all-powerful witch. Please hold your applause. Well, I assume you would applause if you weren't bound to a chair"

"Why am I here?"

"Isn't it obvious?" Delilah asks. "I'm bored and in desperate need of some fun. So voilà, torturing a death eater seemed to be a good way to release my frustrations. Someone I loved died and I'm not dealing with it in a healthy way at all. Also, I have a multitude of issues thanks to your master, an orphan sent to an abusive family, raising her brother from three years old. Severe trust issues, and I form unhealthily quick attachments because I had so very few people in my life"