**ATTENTION** I DO NOT OWN ANY OF J.K. ROWLING'S ORIGINAL CHARACTERS FROM THE ORIGINAL HARRY POTTER. I ONLY OWN DELILAH, HER FAMILY, THE KIDS FROM THE ORPHANAGE, THE ADAMS, AND SOME OTHERS I MIGHT CREATE FURTHER ON.
Preface
She grew up again.
She didn't know how, but she just did.
She was, in a way, reborn.
She was reborn and grew up again in a period of six months. She didn't know how she knew that— she just did. All she could remember was her name— Delilah Dawn... Hawkins— and her new life. She was aware of her regrowth— of her rebirth, but she couldn't put sense into it.
She was two years old when she became an orphan and had to start wandering around on her own, not really knowing what to do or where to go.
She was three when she was first kidnapped. When she'd had her first glimpse at the Cruciatus Curse— her being the target. She had no idea what was going on back then, what with her parents and older brother being dead... she was alone until they found her. But even they knew nothing about this, so there was no way she'd be aware of what was waiting for her in the future she knew she didn't want to live through.
She'd never given much thought to how long she would live— that is until she was bitten. She'd never given much thought to how she would die either... until that day. The day she faced Bellatrix— one of the worst days in her entire life... or so she believed at the time.
She was five when she phased for the first time. It was scary and painful, but even so she dealt with it. She wouldn't say she was fortunate for being what she is, but she sure was lucky to have them by her side— to have them accept her.
At the age of six, she was bitten, and compelled. She didn't really care about the compulsion, but she sure as hell couldn't keep the pain out of every thought she had up in her mind. It was more than the pain she had gone through at her first phase. The pain was bewildering. She couldn't understand, couldn't make sense of what was happening. It felt as if she was being burned alive, yet she couldn't do anything. She had become a hybrid.
But... maybe she already was?
She was seven when he was killed right before her eyes— she showed the first signs of... magic... apparently again. Dumbledore came then to reveal her real age and identity, and take her...
Home.
But was it ever really her home?
Today, she knows everything— not everything, but most of it, and she won't let anything bring her down. Nothing physical or even insults about her being something not normal will ever make her back down on her lifetime quest. I mean, what do people expect? Nothing is normal anywhere! Yeah, she gets that her case really goes overboard with the whole 'not normal' thing, but she doesn't care. Despite the fact that she hates being the special one, she's glad she was trusted enough to be the only one chosen to be the witchy hybrid.