"You're going to die." She whispered. Dumbledore chuckled awkwardly, patting the eleven year old reassuringly, "I'm one hundred and fifty one, that's a little inevitable I'm afraid, my dear." The first year shook her head softly, a little frustration creeping into her expression, "you're going to die in eight years. Professor Snape's going to spell you off the astronomy tower, sir." Delphi Lovegood is a puzzle wrapped in a mystery, with a side serving of Crumple-Horned Snorkack. Is it any surprise the Weasley twins can't keep their eyes off her? But why is she so reluctant to look back? What does she see?