Hey! This is a fanfic during the time of the marauders. I really enjoy these characters and I've added in an OC, Delia! I thought this needed a little explanation so here goes: She's their fellow marauder (the 5th!) and joins them in their pranks and adventures. Her full name is Adelaide but everyone calls her Delia (except her teachers). She is plagued by auras, however, that no one can seem to figure out. This first chapter is really an explanation so I'm sorry if you're terribly bored with it! It's kind of confusing, but the story is set in 6th year, the majority of this chapter, though, is in 1st. This is an important event because she A) first does magic, B) first has an aura, and C) meets Sirius (who up until 6th year, she views as her best friend).

I, like everybody else on this site, owns nothing of Harry Potter.

Alright! Let's get on with the story! Oh! And next time, I won't talk as long! :D

I'm average. An average height - though on the short side - a skinny, rather bony figure and not brown, not blond hair that falls in curly waves just above my shoulder blades. The only not average things about me are my eyes. No one can figure why they are this way, but my wizard doctor said it's because of the auras. My eyes are never the same. Each time I haven't aura, my eyes change colors - not normal colors either. They're colors like purple, ice blue, pink. They can be normal, but exaggerated, shades like a deep, deep green or electric blue.

I'm an avowed tomboy, and proud. I'd much rather be covered in mud on the quiddich field than going to a masquerade in a corset. I played football before I came to Hogwarts and I now serve as a chaser on the Gryffindor house team. I'd say I'm decently pretty, no where near a Lily Potter in looks. I don't dress in rags but I also don't where 6 inch heels every day to school like somebody I know.

I'm also a muggleborn, reared and raised in Dover, a town about 2-and-a-half hours outside of London. My parents work in the insurance business and are away from home more than they are there. My nanny, Anna, came from America and it is she who knows me best. Although she doesn't work for my family anymore (she works for a rather too-rich-for-their-own-good family in London) she knows of my wizardry and writes me often. It was she who accompanied me to Diagon Alley (my parents, at that time, were in Guam), my very first experience of the wizard world.

It was then, that my auras began… I still remember it very clearly, though was nearly 6 years ago.

"I don't feel so well, Delia. Would you mind terribly if I snagged a sandwich in The Leaky Caldron while you did your wand thingy?" Anna asked, looking rather green. We were standing outside of Ollivander's Wand Shop and I was eagerly trying to get a glimpse of the wands through the tinted glass.

"Yeah, yeah… sure." I said, not knowing what I was agreeing to. She thanked me and walked away slowly. Poor thing. This magic stuff was sure getting to her. I turned away from her retreating figure and opened the door.

"CUSTOMER!" yelled a bell at the top of the door. I heard an airy yet slightly annoyed voice say, "Yes, yes, I'll be right there…" My eyes finally adjusted to the light and I looked around me.

There were seemingly hundreds of rows of shelves and on them, thousands of, what I assumed to be, boxes containing wands. It seemed impossible that a shop that tiny could hold so much! A dim, dust and cobweb covered chandelier sent shadows criss-crossing in every direction. A small desk, covered with more wand-boxes was in the far corner and behind that, I could see another room—full of more boxes! I strode eagerly over to the desk, my footsteps muffled by the soft maroon carpet.

"Hello!" said the same airy voice, stepping out of the back room. "Looking for a wand, are you?" I nodded. He was a tall and frail looking old man with wispy white hair, pale blue eyes, thin, papery skin and wore deep blue robes. He pulled out a tape measure and it began to measure me—my forearms, my head, my elbow-to-shoulder and the circumference of my index finder. The man, Ollivander, nodded and mumbled to himself words I couldn't quite make out.

He turned and entered the back room, muttering numbers to himself. I heard him rummaging through, no doubt, more wands until he said "Ah! Just the one!". He came back and said, while opening a long and thin box, "Try this one," and he handed me the wand. "Eleven-and-a-half inches, made of oak—a strangely strong wand there because of that… and a core of dragon scales."

"Strong wand there…" he repeated airily as I fingered the runes carved in the light, grainy wood.

"Why is that?" I asked, in awe of this new world I was suddenly a part of.

"It is extremely strong—only a truly great wizard could use it, and use it well, mind you. But, that means the spells will be that much stronger," he bent down behind his desk and began searching for something, only the top of his wispy white hair showing over the top of the desk in his voice was slightly muffled.

"Oak is also rarely used as a wand because you must only use the center—the heartwood—which is almost impossible because there are few oaks old enough to have a heartwood large enough for a wand. Also, dragon scales…" He laughed and I didn't understand his joke. "They can only be taken off of a live dragon. You can see why there aren't many dragon scale wands out there."

"Wandwork," he muttered afterwards. "the most complicated magic…"

He finally stood back up with the book about as thick as your hand is wide. On the front of the leather cover the words "Wand History" were printed in faded gold ink. He opened it and the musty smell of extremely old books filled the room.

"Oh, my!" He exclaimed, his eyes widening as he searched the page.

I rushed forward to the desk, peeping over the edge I was just barely tall enough to see over. "What, what is it?" I asked eagerly

"This wand was owned by Seamus Dekker who created the Sorting Hat!" I looked quizzically at him as I was a muggleborn and I had no earthly idea what a "Sorting Hat" was.

"Muggle parents?" He asked and I nodded.

"The Sorting Hat is a charmed hat that you place on your head and it reads your personality. It then places you in the appropriate house—Slytherin, Gryffindor, Hufflepuff and Ravenclaw. It would've taken incredible magic for him to create that…"

I stared down at the intricately carved wand that now appeared much more than wooden stick to me. This world - this amazing new world - held so many unknown wonders! My simple brain couldn't comprehend all of it in that moment - it was still insane to me! Magic!

"You may go ahead and wave it around a bit—see if it works well for you."

I felt quite the idiot but I gave it a little flick and for a split second, I thought there had been a mistake - I actually wasn't a wizard. But I was wrong…

My knees suddenly gave out like someone had kicked the back of them, hard, and I was immediately face-down on the floor. I heard Ollivander give a small shout and there was suddenly a loud ringing in my ears. I then saw only darkness without closing my eyes. I felt like I was being pulled away from my body—like I was leaving it in the wand shop and my mind flew away.

There was suddenly a white-hot, burning light and I saw someone's silhouette—tall and skinny and hazy like in a fog. He was speaking in an urgent whisper to someone and his voice, sharp and cold, drifted over to me.

"Yes—he is looking for her, tracking her down…" it said.

Another voice—hidden from sight, "What would the Dark Lord want with scum like that?"

The first voice said, "I don't know…" He sounded frustrated, like he was angry that the Dark Lord wouldn't trust him with that information. "But he told us she was vital to the plan…"

"Strange…" the other voice trailed off. "What was her name again?"

"Adelaide Mews."

My heart pumped frantically and the scene drifted away. I was returned to my body and I sat up suddenly with an awful, splitting headache and sweat dripping down into my eyes.

"What?" Ollivander shouted as he rushed to my side. "What is it?" Shutting my eyes tightly and gripping the burgundy carpet in shaking fists, I answered, "I… d-don't know… there was smoke… o-or fog… and there was a man…" I paused and felt fear claw at my heart.

"What did he do?" Ollivander asked eagerly, knelling at my side. "The Dark Lord… i-is looking for… looking for… me." I muttered.

Ollivander's blue eyes widened and he looked just a little deranged—ok, not a little, a lot. His wispy white hair, thin, bony face, overly large nose and star-struck expression made him resemble certain Albert Einstein I know. I laughed in spite of myself, but his expression remained fearful and worried so I controlled my insane spurt of laughter and focused on "The Dark Lord" and my pounding headache.

"Who is the Dark Lord, anyway?" I asked, uncertain. My headache peaked and I whimpered like a child.

Ollivander put the question on hold and summoned a couch for me to recover on. I could feel the springs of the embroidered, oriental-looking silk covering but, it was much more comfortable than the floor. I stared at the rows and rows of shelves with wand boxes piled precariously on them. I wondered about this strange world. Who has a name like "The Dark Lord" without being ominous in nature? This brought me back to the unanswered question, and I asked it again.

Ollivander looked up from The Do-It-At-Home Guide to Healing Spells slowly and bit his lip in thought.

"It's just a conspiracy at this point… but, many of us don't think so," he finally said. "We think that this man who goes by the name of... well, you see... you are really supposed to say his name, they say... they say something terrible will happen - though I'm not quite sure what..."

He grabbed a scrap of paper and quill and wrote on it V-O-L-D-E-M-O-R-T. I read it and said, "So this man, Volde—"

"Don't say it!" Ollivander shouted at me. I winced as my headache flared and Ollivander went back to flipping through the spell book.

"What is so terrible about him, anyway?" I voiced, tentatively. Ollivander stared at me strangely and struggled to put words together.

"First off, my brother is obseeeeeeeeesssed with him, along with the rest of my family."

Ollivander and I both jumped.

"Secondly, he hates muggles and muggleborns and enjoys killing them for sport," The mystery boy said. "Truly a charming fellow."

I turned my head to see a boy my age leaning on the doorframe. His silhouette was tall and confident. He was already muscular, even though he was only 11, like I. He walked slowly into the reach of the light and the first thing I saw were his silver eyes. They sparkled like two amazingly beautiful stars piercing through the inky black sky that was his curly hair. Even when he wasn't smiling, his soft lips gave the illusion of a playful smirk. He was tall, taller than Ollivander, and could easily rest his chin on my head. He shoved his hands deep into his pockets and ran his dazzling gray eyes over me. And I suddenly felt self-conscious. Then I remembered what had just occurred and I forgot about his muscles, and eyes, and lips, and long, curly hair that I could easily imagine myself—

"What happened, anyway?' He asked, interrupting my reverie. Assuming he meant me passing out, I realized I didn't even know. So I looked to Ollivander and he began to explain.

I was nearly as surprised as Sirius. An aura apparently is a vision of the past, present or future. Great... so that means sometime in the future, I will be hunted down by some psycho, muggleborn-killing, lunatic, 'Dark Wizard'!

"While you were out," Ollivander said after he'd finished explaining what happened. "Your wand performed some strange magic—magic I've never seen before. It also supports the interesting piece about the Sorting Hat." Ollivander paused and stared at the place where I had fallen. Sirius and I didn't interrupt—we know he was deep in thought.

"Four patronuses—a lion, a serpent, an eagle and a badger—came out of your wand and into your-your head, I think."

Certainly strange, but true significance of the animals was lost on me. Ollivander continuesdtalking at the same time as a group of boys entered the wand shop. One called, "Oi! Sirius, ya got your wand yet?"

Even Sirius ignored his friends, we were both zones-in on Ollivander's words. He said, as he reached for something in his pocket, "I believe those patronuses may be the reason for this." He held up the mirror and I gasped.

Gold. My eyes were a glittering, stunning shade of gold. Never, ever, had my eyes ever been anything like this before (normally a rather bland shade of brown).

"The patronuses were that exact shade of gold," Ollivander explained further, "This is unlike any sort of magic I've ever dealt with before. I not sure what to think…"

I laughed. He didn't know what to think.

And that was the most important day in my life. I was introduced to the magical world, I met my future best friend, and I started my auras.

All in one insane hour.

I gazed at my reflection in the window, looking especially at my eyes, a pastel purple. England's countryside shot by behind them and my four best friends joked playfully behind me. The playful laugh that made my heart beat like it was running a marathon reached my ears. I turned from the window to see Sirius tackling James to the ground, his silver eyes flashing happily. 6th year was going to be the best year. Ever.

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