Delilah Pierce didn't have the best home life, and when in school she tended to blend in with the crowd. She didn't mind it though, she was perfectly content with her 2 friends and her brother.
But what happens when she comes back to her six year a...
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Delilah
It's been a few days, and I have not moved.
I couldn't
The fire in the common room was burning low, the light slipping across the worn rug in trembling waves. I'd been leaning against James so long I'd stopped noticing where my body ended and his began. The steady rise and fall of his breathing had become the only rhythm I could trust.
The warmth wasn't just in the fire or in his arm — it was in the way he didn't look at me like I was fragile glass or broken stone. But I knew warmth like this never lasted. Not in my life.
The knock came quick, sharp enough to snap me back into the present. I flinched, my fingers curling instinctively in the sleeve of James's jumper. He didn't shift away — just gave my hand the smallest squeeze before answering.
"Come in."
The portrait swung open with a groan, and Sirius slipped inside. His hair was damp, a few curls clinging to his cheek as if he'd come through one of the draftier stairwells. He looked at James first, then at me, and there was something in his eyes I couldn't quite place — relief tangled with a worry he didn't want to show.
"We've got a problem," he said.
James straightened beside me, but his arm stayed where it was. "What kind of problem?"
"Regulus." Sirius's voice was tight, clipped. "He's gone. Didn't come back to the dorms, didn't check in with anyone. Snape says he left the dungeons, but no one's seen him since."
The words sank into me like ice water, and something inside me... shifted. Not panic. Not exactly. It was sharper than that.
The fire faded to the edges of my vision, replaced by a low hum pressing against my skull. I knew that hum. I'd heard it before — before Kay, before the night I stopped believing in safe endings.
It was the sound of something ending.
I blinked hard, but the hum grew until it was a ringing, threading itself through the quiet of the room. Then came the whisper — not a voice I knew, but one I understood without needing to translate.
Hurry.
I sat up before I even realized I was moving. James's eyes were on me instantly. "Delilah?"
My mouth felt dry, my voice raw when it came. "He's in trouble."
Sirius's brows pulled together. "You—how could you possibly—"
