At first, the Malfoys (except for Scorpius, who often ignored his mother's promptings to show Delphi a new toy or book) ignored Delphi, giving her space and letting her "sleep in" never mind that she was far from sleep at all times. Tahlia and Rowan were constantly on her mind and she heard the laughter of Carren and Starkiller in her head, echoing over and over again-more than she could bear.

Still, it was the first of July when Astoria marched into Delphi's bedroom and opened the curtains and woke Delphi.

"It's time to start living again," Astoria said softly. "I know it's hard, I know it seems impossible right now, but you need to start truly living again. And don't think that I don't know-I married Draco, after all. And I've got my own scars."

Delphi reluctantly got out of bed and threw on a random pair of jeans and a t-shirt, and forced herself to go down to the breakfast table. Scorpius plopped down next to her, bringing a surprisingly large book with him.

"Hi, Delphi," Scorpius said with a bright smile.

"'Lo, Scorpius," Delphi said, forcing a smile on her face for the kid. She picked up the tea mug and drained it, feeling the caffeine starting to work its own magic. She listened as Scorpius chattered on about hippogriffs and the proper way to care for said hippogriffs, among other things.

"I was thinking of getting you a backup wand," Astoria said conversationally over breakfast. "I know you like using dual wands, Delphini, and Ollivanders' has the best wands. Besides, I heard today's the last day that Mr. Ollivander will be working there."

"Who will take it over?" Delphi asked, frowning in concentration.

"His son, Gerald Ollivander, I believe," Astoria answered. "Besides, wasn't there an auction in Knockturn Alley you wanted to attend, Draco?"

There was a pointedness in Astoria's voice as her hazel eyes glared at Draco.

"I'll be careful, Astoria," he said, meeting her glare evenly.

"You'd better be," she said with an almost loving menace to her words. "And if I've found out you've gotten some illegal artifact-"

"Astoria, I know what I'm doing!" Draco cried.

"Sometimes, I think you don't!" Astoria cried what back.

"I have a hobby," he said in an icy tone.

"One that makes me wonder if you learned anything from the war," she replied in an equally icy voice.

Draco simply walked out of the room. Delphi looked to Scorpius, afraid how he would react, but he seemed unperturbed.

"Mummy and Daddy always fight," he informed her nonchalantly. "But they always make up in the end."

"That's good," Delphi said slowly.

"Then get ready," Astoria ordered, somewhat happy-looking again. She then went after Draco, clearly on some sort of mission.

Delphi forced herself to go into the bathroom, to take a shower. Upon cleaning her curls, she decided she could use something other than blond (admittedly streaked with white) and screwed her eyes shut in concentration. To her delight, her hair appeared her favorite color-a silvery sky blue.

She smiled, satisfied, and tugged on her jeans and a smiley-face t-shirt. She tugged on a black hoodie over it, then laced up her converse before heading down to see Astoria, Draco, and Scorpius, all ready for an outing.

Astoria steered Delphi into a musty-looking store immediately while Draco went his own, separate way. They were greeted by a wide-eyed man standing behind the desk. He looked like he'd been in that shop a long time.

"By God, is it. . . Is it true?" Mr. Ollivander approached Delphi in awe. "Delphini Riddle-am I correct?"

"Yes, sir," Delphi answered, not sure what to make of this man. "Are you Mr. Ollivander?"

He chuckled. "Yes, Miss Riddle. You look like your parents."

Delphi squirmed uncomfortably at that.

"But very different, very different indeed," Ollivander mused. "I assume you're here for a wand-a replacement, of some sort?"

She nodded, and the man smiled.

"I can help you find one, much like I did your parents," he said, and then he turned to the boxes in the shelves on the walls. "Hmm. . . Cherry and dragon heartstring. Ten inches, unyielding. Same combination as your mother's-give it a wave."

Delphi took it and gave it a flick. Nothing happened. Mr. Ollivander took it away from her snappishly and replaced the box.

"Vine and- wait a moment. Now I remember," he said, and he disappeared into the back. It was a moment before he returned, cradling a wand with a date stating it was made almost seventy years before.

"I knew this wand was for someone great," he admitted as he removed the lid. "Especially since it was made from the same tree as your father's. Phoenix feather and yew. Twelve and a half inches, pleasantly supple. Give it a try."

Delphi hesitantly took it, and gave it a swish. Sparks that burned blue, then white, and then disappeared showered the store.

"Quite the ending, this is," Mr. Ollivander murmured as he rang up the wand. "Seeing first the wand that belonged to your father, your mother, Mr. Potter, and now you. I wonder what you'll become. I can only imagine, Mr. Riddle."

"Thank you," Delphi said, meeting his unblinking gaze. "I hope to find out soon as well."