CH 2: Welcome to Slytherin
Delilah's POV:
I'm finally here at Hogwarts! I'm so excited to finally be here! I followed Draco pretty much wherever he went. He walked up to a boy with circular glasses and a lightning bolt scar on his forehead, could that be Harry Potter in the flesh?
"Hi, I'm Malfoy, Draco Malfoy," Draco said as he walked up to Harry, "No need to tell me who you are, Harry. This is my cousin, Delilah Lestrange." I smiled and shyly waved to Harry. Draco held out his hand, but Harry refused to shake it. Draco, obviously pissed off, grabbed my arm to take me back to where Crabbe and Goyle were standing.
It was finally time to begin sorting the first years. My name was right after Draco's.
"Delilah Lestrange," Professor McGonagall called. I slowly came forward and sat on the stool as Professor McGonagall sat the Sorting Hat on my head.
"Hmmm, you are a difficult one," the Sorting Hat said, "You possess the qualities of a Ravenclaw, but your family history is with Slytherin."
"Please put me in Slytherin," I silently begged.
"Well, if you want to be in there so badly, you are… SLYTHERIN," the Sorting Hat yelled. Draco was the first to stand up and applaud. I was so relieved when I found out I was in Slytherin.
After the feast, we went to our dormitories. Millicent and Pansy chose beds next to mine. The three of us have every class together this year, which made us so happy.
4 MONTHS LATER:
I love all of my classes. Especially Defense Against the Dark Arts. There's something about Professor Quirrell that interests me. Something tells me that it's about my stepfather, Lord Voldemort. I guess time will tell.
I was roaming the castle and I felt a strange sense of warmth. I followed the warmth and I saw something shocking. Harry was with Professor Quirrell and… Voldemort on the back of his head?! There's fire everywhere.
"Harry," I screamed, "Harry where are you?"
"Delilah, get out of here," Harry responded, "It's not safe! Check on Ron and Hermione. Get Dumbledore!"
"Do not move, Delilah Mae Lestrange," Voldemort yelled, "Take me to the girl." Quirrell walked over to me, and turned around so that he could see me.
"Stunningly beautiful, just like Bellatrix," he said to me.
"M-m-my-my L-lord, w-w-we thought y-y-you were d-d-de-dead," I stuttered.
"Nonsense, my sweet princess," Voldemort said, "I'm alive and, well, a bit weak. Delilah, please, listen to your father, and go back to your dormitory."
"No," I said, "You killed my father ten years ago just so you could marry my mother. I won't listen to you! YOU'RE NOT MY FATHER! GO AHEAD AND TRY TO KILL ME! SEVERUS HAS TOUGHT ME TO DEFEND MYSELF!" Quirrell lunged forward in an attempt to kill me. I escaped and ran to get Professor Dumbledore.
