AN: NO I'm not abandoning my other stories... that's for those of you that are reading this that have also read the other two or just one of them. It's just taking a bit. -shifty eyes- SO! On to this, now. It was critiqued by Onyx Angel and named by my good friend pumpkinjuice21. Read their stories. Especially pumpkin's story about Aggie and Onyx's story about the Segreto family. Pardon if that is mispelled. You can find both in my favorites. They're lovely authors. This is a bit new for me. I used to do jaded poorly but I think that Delilah has come off alright. Let me know what you think.


Delilah Cavendish slid cautiously along the brick wall of a heavily damaged apartment building in Spinner's End. She wrapped her coat tighter around herself as she heard her own teeth chatter quietly. She flicked her wrist and silently cast the proper spells for silencing her footsteps and camouflaging herself into her surroundings. She stopped abruptly at hearing wet footsteps slapping closer. She narrowed her eyes as she heard two Death Eaters taunting the two they were chasing and at least seven other people whoop in excitement.

"Padfoot, in here." one with sandy hair said as the two reached the opening of the alley. They sped past her, sliding to a stop as they searched fervently for a place to hide.

"Merlins fucking beard, what the bloody hell do we do now, Moony?" the one with wavy black hair spat, eyes full of fear. Delilah rolled her eyes and run up behind them, grabbing their collars and spinning on the spot. She sighed as she felt the warmth of her apartment instantly surround them.

"What the hell were you two troll-brained morons doing running around during a Death Eater raid?" Delilah spat at the two strangers as they stared at her incredulously. The dark haired one she took to be Padfoot shook his head.

"Who the fuck are you and where are we?" he demanded, chest heavily and eyes full of fear. Delilah softened and swallowed the snap of sarcasm that begged to come out.

"My name is Delilah and you're in my apartment." she said emotionlessly. The two blinked. "Care to tell me why the two of you were out during a raid, yet?" she said, quickly falling back into her comfortable, cold demeanor.

"We're not telling you anything." Padfoot spat back. Delilah shrugged, summoning a bottle of cheap muggle vodka and a glass with ice that made a tinkling as it landed on the table softly.

"You're welcome." she sighed flatly, shaking her head and offering her guests a drink as well. Neither responded, choosing to stare at her as if awaiting some better explanation. "You know, I didn't have to save you. I could well have used you two idiots as bait. My meaning was to kill that lupine bastard, Greyback." she said cooly, taking a long drink and the refilling her glass. She eyed them inconspicuously as she noticed them both stiffen a little.

"Why kill Greyback?" the sandy haired man asked quietly. Delilah looked him over appraisingly and sat her glass down on the coffee table.

"Do I really need to rationalize a big reason to want to kill that flea-bitten arse?" she chuckled, shaking her head and rolling her eyes.

"Just who the fuck do you work for?" Padfoot demanded. Delilah raised her eyes brows and smirked at him, amused by his tough-guy voice. She smiled wider when she noticed that her amusement was only serving to irritate him more.

"I don't work for anyone." she smiled, standing to slip off her trench coat and tossing it onto her writing desk.

"Why haven't we ever seen you before?" Padfoot persisted. Delilah laughed as she kicked her boots into the corner.

"I think it's pretty much obvious that I didn't really want to be seen by a load of people running around hunting a werewolf that's in cahoots with the dark wizard of the decade, possibly of the era." she said in a matter-of-fact tone. "Of course, I can see from today that subtlety isn't your strong point." she added condescendingly. He narrowed his eyes at her and sighed, crossing his arms tight across his chest.

"Id like a straight answer, who do you work for?" he demanded once again. Delilah surveyed his angry expression, noticing the fright in his eyes.

"Really, I don't work for anyone." she said softly, refilling her glass again and flopping lazily onto her tattered couch. She motioned for him to take a seat and was unsurprised to see him tighten his arms around himself and watch her expectantly. "They're all dead." she shot challengingly at him, feeling rage bubbling inside her as both of them softened and looked away.

"Sorry." Padfoot mumbled uncomfortably. Delilah laughed bitterly.

"You aren't the one who killed them so don't be." she shrugged, stretching her neck. "Well, I suppose you two had better be getting back home before anyone starts to miss you." she sighed as she sunk into her couch and drained her glass once again. Her eyebrows rose when she noticed they hadn't moved at all. "Yes?"

"Thank you." the sandy haired one said kindly, smiling a weak, warm smile before turning to his friend. "Pads, let's go try to find Prongs and Lily." he suggested, nodding towards the door. Padfoot shook his head and took a step towards Delilah. He extended his hand and looked both apologetic and respectful.

"Thank you." he said as he shook her hand. "If we happen to see you, we won't hesitate to help you." Delilah smirked smugly and nodded.

"Here's hoping you don't see me." she said coldly, sinking back into her couch and kicking her feet up onto the coffee table, watching as they stepped outside her apartment. She heard the loud pop and sighed, tipping over and nuzzling into the dusty throw pillows to go to sleep.

Delilah cracked her knuckles, happy that this time she had remembered the silencing charm, and squinted against the street lights to see across the street. She eyed the people walking past her in both directions, making sure that none of them registered her presence and continued watching the building across the street. She'd been tipped off that Greyback was staying in one of the basement apartments of the building as he did his best to earn Death Eater robes. She smirked softly as she lit a cigarette, again eyeing the passers-by to make sure no one turned her way for a second.

"Good idea, Del, smoke cigarettes while you're waiting for a werewolf that can smell you a mile away as it is." she sighed to herself, dropping it to the pavement and stomping it out. She twirled her wand in one hand, never taking her eyes off the building when finally her efforts were rewarded.

A lanky, hunched form slid into the street, looking around suspiciously as he jogged up the street. Delilah waited until he was barely around the corner before she took off towards him.

"Damn it, I need an invisibility cloak." she mumbled, quickening her pace to keep up. Greyback ducked into an alley and Delilah sighed heavily once she realized he was about to enter Knockturn Alley. She waited a second before approaching the newly closed wall and tapped on the correct bricks, shuddering once it opened to reveal the sparsely populated walkway. Several people turned in her direction, not paying much attention before turning back to what they were doing. Delilah finally spotted Greyback as he slipped into Macabre Finds a few shops down from her. Delilah jogged through the passing people and watched through the window, happy to see the shop empty, save Greyback browsing as if waiting for someone.

"Morning, Cavendish." Greyback sneered as Delilah entered. "You should be more careful about stalking me. Still smoking, I happened to smell." he drawled. Delilah started to shake as she pointed her wand directly at his back.

"Shut up, werewolf scum." she spat. Greyback chuckled as he turned slowly. "You may want to panic as you're about to die."

"Such harsh words from the little French girl whom I spared not so long ago." he smirked. Her eyes narrowed and she noticed her hand had begun to shake even more. "Why so scared, Delilah?" he mused, stepping closer.

"You get back or I'll crucio you first." she warned shakily. Greyback let out another low chuckle, stepping close enough to touch her. Delilah felt panic rise in her chest. "Crucio!" she shouted, gritting her teeth as she watched his body twitch and writhe. "You bastard!" she yelled as she stopped the spell.

"You bitch, I should have killed you like I did your muggle father." he growled, attempting to right himself but finding that his arms were too weak yet. He smiled slowly. "Your mother was a particularly delicious creature." he smirked. A wave of disgust washed over her as she stepped back.

"Shut up!" she yelled, rage filling her as she heard him laugh.

"Weak little bitch." Greyback spat, finally able to stand. He slipped his hand into his coat to extract his wand.

"Expelliarmus!" she yelled, chest heavily. "Incendio!" She smirked, still feeling her whole body shaking as she watched the wand ignite. Greyback gaped at her before lunging forward. Instantly knowing she didn't have it in her to kill him just yet, she grabbed his shoulders, yanking him towards her and kneeing him in the groin. "Don't think I'm done just yet." she growled over him, turning on the spot and apparating into her apartment.