little potter | draco malfoy

eight.

delilah's fourth year

Delilah listened as Ginny explained the Holyhead Harpies' team's odd behavior. In her opinion, they had been making the wrong position change between the seeker and the beater. Lilah nodded, trying to empathize with Ginny's frustration.

She couldn't help but yawn, her hand covering her mouth. Ginny and Delilah stayed up talking for most of the night, leaving her sleep-deprived. It didn't help that she felt warm and fuzzy sitting at the dining table listening to Ginny's familiar, comforting voice. The haunting environment wouldn't put most people at ease, but Lilah was with the people she loved.

Harry was gone at the moment at a hearing, having used magic outside of Hogwarts. Delilah fully disagreed with the fact that he wouldn't be allowed to come back with her. She was remarkably nervous, but she trusted in the common sense of the wizards older than her—although, apparently, that was slipping away.

She had only heard some things about the order of Phoenix, but even Harry wouldn't tell her much. His need to protect her and keep her in the dark about things pertaining to Voldemort only grew stronger over the summer.

"Ginny, come help me in the kitchen with something." Molly Weasley beckoned her daughter to come. With a sigh of annoyance, Ginny followed her mother. Delilah's mouth slipped into an amused smile, seeing her best friend being ordered around.

"Do you want another hand?" Delilah asked quickly. Molly answered with a shake of her head, telling Lilah to stay put at the table.

Lately, Delilah has found herself worrying that every moment with her friends will be the last. Life is fragile, and Delilah doesn't want anyone to be broken by the war she knows is approaching.

"Merlin..." Sirius took a seat near her, his hand holding a goblet full of some kind of alcohol. She smiled at him, happy to be in his presence. He returned her smile with his own. "Every time I see you, you're a mirror image of Lily. You must get that a lot, though."

"I get called Evans a bunch." Delilah laughed. She was honored to be called by her mother's name.

"You are just like her, kind like her."

"I get that a lot too." Delilah faintly muttered.

Sirius nodded in agreement, "Be careful with your kindness, especially in these times."

"It's the only thing I have," Delilah rested her head on her hand.

"You underestimate yourself, darling." He chuckled, lifting his cup to his lips. Lilah let out a small sigh, mulling over his words.

Ginny and Mrs. Weaseley walked into the room with food. "Dinner!" she waved her wand to make a bell sound. A roar of steps came tumbling down the creaky wooden stairs.

Sirius stood to top off his drink, sitting at the end of the table near Professor Lupin, talking under hushed tones to each other. Ginny returned her spot, passing Delilah some salad onto the plate in front of her.

Hermoine sat across from the two and talked about her frustrations about the unfairness of Harry's prosecution by the Ministry. "But I don't have to tell you twice." Hermoine rolled her eyes.

Delilah nodded in agreement. She was happy that Harry had a strong friendship with Hermoine and Ron. Hermione's face twisted into a look of repulsion as she watched Ron devouring his food as if he had been starving for the majority of his life.