Protector

With Friends

-"SECTUMSEMPRA!"

The word, slurred, was ejected from his lips with pure rage. Slashing three times upon Delilah: left to right, right to left, then left to right- leaving her crumpled and semi-concious body against her baby bother's bedroom door. 

"GIVE ME MY SON!"

Everything became muffled and accompanied with an incessant ringing. Delilah's vision was spotted and blurred; she felt overwhelming pain. Somehow managing to crawl after him into the room, Delilah struggled to an upright position and opened her eyes. It was her mother: pinned against the wall, feet off the floor, struggling for breath, being strangled. She could feel the blood pulse throughout her body, she was faint and dizzy, she had to act now. What could she do? 

Her wand, she had her wand, although it's doubtful she could form any coherent spells. Time was running out. There was only one thing she could do. She turned her wand around in her hand.-

"Agh!" Delilah sat up with a start. That was the second nightmare this week, and in a nap no less. She rubbed her hands over her face, eliminating the trace of dried tears. With a groan, she sat up off the sofa, back aching.

Her mother (Kate), younger brother (Luca) and her had arrived in England from France only two days ago. Settling into Kate's childhood home may have been nostalgic, but at the time it was most definitely not comfortable; their furniture wasn't due to arrive for another 3 days. After that, there was a crew of decorators to be in as well as a couple of cleaners- the house had barely seen a soul in 3 years (since her parents that lived there died). 

Kate and her two children were to stay with the Weasley's for the week, this wasn't anything new for the family. During her time with The Order, Kate met Fabian, a kind and joyous man, who just happened to be the brother of a certain Molly Weasley. As their families grew so did their friendship, Kate and Delilah visited them every summer. Sadly, Fabian was murdered in the war, along with Delilah's father (Kate's husband) Nicholas. No-one had gotten over the loss felt from that war. No-one.

"We all packed then 'Lilah?" Kate bustled into the room, wrapping a scarf around her neck. She noticed her daughter lost in thought, "You okay hun?"

"Yeah I'm fine, don't worry mum." Delilah pulled out the bobble from her half-up hair and twisted it around in her hands- her hair was too short to have a pony tail that didn't look weirdly short.

Kate could always tell when something was up- it was a motherly instinct- but tried to respect Delilah's wishes by not pressing her for answers. It killed her sometimes, to see her daughter hurting like that, but being almost powerless. Ironically, Delilah tried keeping her feelings from her mum, thinking she would be happier unaware. 

"Whatever you say love," Kate leant down and kissed her on the forehead, "we better be off now, I said we'd be over by 5 o'clock and it's just turned 5 past, c'mon."

At the sound of this, Delilah sprang from her seat with a smile, "I'd almost forgotten, I can't wait to see them all again, it's been too long!" 

"Agreed. Tell you what, I'll take you over first with our luggage then come back for Luca, you know how he gets with travelling."  Kate proposed. Delilah nodded, before following her mum to their luggage that was resting in the hallway. "That's a small suitcase for a week 'Lilah." Her mother handed her the case.

"I've been practising extension charms, it may not look amazing yet but you should see how much I've packed." She laughed to herself and interlocked arms with Kate, ready for apparition.

"I'm impressed, always am with you. You take after your dad," Smiling a sad, reminiscent smile, she lifted her own bag, "ready hun?"

"Mmhm." Delilah smiled into her mother's side before before being sucked into apparition.