little potter | draco malfoy

seven.

delilah's third year

Severus Snape watched as the girl convulsed on the bed. It hurt watching the girl who looked exactly like a mirror image of the love of his life be in so much pain. He had hardly been able to look at her; she was like a uncanny ghost haunting him.

It pained him even more that she held her mother's heart in her. Lily Evans's delicate heart was beating inside the girl, well, part of it.

He knew she would have a reaction to Potter's last task in the Triwizard tournament, but he didn't expect this much of a violent attack. Madam Pomfrey layed a fourth pillow under Delilah's head. "Do I give her more potion, Severus?"

"No," Severus said in a drawl. He left the room, letting Madam Pomfrey deal with the girl.

Ginny and Amina hurried past Professor Snape, causing him to scowl at the girls off to see their dear friend.

The two girls beelined for Delilah's bed; Ginny ferociously opened the blue curtain. Delilah's head was tipped back as Madam Pomfrey administered a powerful sleeping draught. Ginny nervously twisted her hands in front of her while Amina's eyes scanned Delilah's body.

"Hello, girls, keep an eye on her. Her body should calm in a minute." The woman patted the top of Delilah's head softly.

Madame Pomfrey had developed a fondness for the Hufflepuff girl. She had become a regular throughout the years, not just because of her health problems but also because she frequently visited with flowers to give to the students who were sick or injured.

"Can she feel pain right now? And how long has it been?" Amina asked.

"Not sure. Theodore Nott and Blaise Zabini brought her in this morning, but Nott said she passed out in the library."

Ginny cursed the Slytherin boys for not telling her. Everyone and their mother knew that the girls were practically sisters. "No one told Harry?"

"Dumbledore thought it was best he focused on his final task." Madame Pomfrey moved past them and onto her next student.

Ginny sat on the end of the stiff bed, finally relaxed, knowing where Delilah was. After she didn't see Delilah at breakfast, she spent most of the day frantically looking around the massive castle.

Ginny felt like a wild chicken with its head cut off. Delilah's disappearance unsettled no one else. They were all occupied with Harry's impending challenge. She was thankfully saved by Amina, who had felt something was off when Delilah didn't see her brother off before he ran into the dark, complex maze.

Red flags went off, and Amina started asking around the Hufflepuffs when she finally found one of Delilah's roommates, who said the girl had left early to go to the library. Being the typical Delilah, she searched for a book about magical mazes, not knowing Granger had checked it out long before the thought even popped into Delilah's head.

After a quick conversation with the librarian and a run-in with Ginny, they both sped off to the hospital wing. "We probably should've known she would be in here." Ginny felt bad for Delilah, who couldn't seem to just catch a break.

"You didn't even talk to any of the Hufflepuffs." Amina's brows knitted together; it was typical Gryffindor behavior to act before thinking.

"I was freaking out, and no one would listen to me." Ginny exasperated.

Amina put her hand on Delilah's forehead. She was hot to the touch. Ginny caught on quickly, grabbing an ice-cold rag from the table at the end of the bed.