(A/N): Heh, hey guys! How've you been? So, Halloween was two days ago, and everyone was really sad for Lily and James and Harry, you know? Well, this story popped into my head while I was doing the dishes. Hope you enjoy it! By the way, Psychedelic means 'soul-manifesting'. Delphi is because of the oracle Delphi.

Disclaimer: I own nothing but like, half the plot, John, Delphi and Delphi's mother.


Prologue

1966

A young girl perched carefully on her fathers knee, her arms safely in his grasp, ensuring she wouldn't fall off as he bobbed his knee up and down, causing her to giggle childishly. The young girl's mother was working in the small kitchen across from them, a picturesque scene as she pulled a pie from the oven and laid it to rest on the windowsill of their small home. Smelling the delicious pie, the young girl reached her little hands out towards the kitchen, clenching her little fingers into her palms.

"Do you want your mama?" The father asked with excitement in his voice that's only there when parents speak to their children.

"Yes." The little six-year-old agreed, giggling as her father stood up, grunting as he dragged her into the air like she was as heavy as an elephant. The man, with his golden-brown hair and green eyes stood well apart from his wife in looks, seeing as she had long locks of coppery colored hair and blue-grey eyes, freckles dotting her face, leaving her with a rather youthful look, but with old, knowledgeable eyes. The mother was at the small kitchen sink, cleaning a plate of white before drying it and setting it on a tea towel next to the sink. Drying her own hands, she carefully took her daughter from her husband, smiling warmly down at the child as she reached out a finger to touch her lightly on the nose. The little girl's warm brown eyes were filled with excitement and joy, and her medium brown curly locks they frequently said came from her fathers grand-mother, who had past away before she was born. The father sighed at his wife's method of cleaning the dishes and whisked his wand from his pocket and giving it a flick, sending the dirty dishes into the sink before the sponge cleaned them, and the towel cleaned them before they set themselves on the towel.

"John! She needs to learn to do things for herself! One day she'll have to wash the dishes without magic, and then where will she be?" John smiled at his wife.

"She'll always have us to help her get it right." How wrong he was.

Only seconds after he said that, a loud banging came form the front door. The parents stared over at the door, and, after finding the fireplaces shut, hid the young child in a kitchen cupboard before rushing out into the lounge room. The man whirled his wand and a wild cat, most likely a puma shot out and waited at his command.

"They have found us. They are here. Send reinforcements. If…if we don't make it, Delphi is in a cupboard of the kitchen." The man whispered, his eyes always on the door before he sent the patronus off to find the Aurors. At the ready, their wands both raised, the father slightly in front of the woman in a protective stance, they took their last breaths, for when the door burst open, the entire room was bombarded with green light, the spells of the enemy hitting before the young couple could even get a word out. Dead they lay on the floor of their once safe haven, their young child in the very next room, crying silently as she somehow understood what had happened. After the enemy had searched the house they left, just as the Aurors were arriving. With them was none other than Albus Dumbledore, who, upon finding the child, had to have her sent to a special wizarding orphanage.


(A/N): Did you love it? Did you hate it? Did you think it was okay? Had you seen it too many times before? (though I doubt you could have considering this is the prologue). Please review, the next chapter should hopefully be up soon.