The Delilah sitting in Dumbledore's office, born Delilah Sirius Potter, but raised Delilah Beatrice Jones, was the top of her class at the Timons School of Witchcraft and Wizardry near Athens, Greece. But, not unlike her biological father, she loved pranks. If not studying she was planning something great that would make her friends laugh. Some said you could see it in her eyes, but only if she wanted you too.
She was raised by Vincentio and Celia Jones, who, unbeknownst to Delilah graduated with James and Lily Potter from Hogwarts decades earlier. Her home for the first nine years of her life (Timons accepted their first years when they were ten, a year earlier than Hogwarts) was located in Rye, England. As well as being a Witch she, being raised in Rye, was well accoustemed to the arts. She would often in the summer when she came home from school, between pranks on her older "sister" who now was in training at the Ministry, sit on the beach with drumsticks and beat the ground, a sight to anyone who happened to walk by, but she wouldn't have it any other way. She loved who she was and joked with her friends "Good thing we don't suck". She often did insane things, and never, ever turned down a dare.
But right then, sitting in that awful office, she wished she was never born, something she had never wished before. The man she had come to know as Dumbledore, she knew like an uncle, once every year or so he would come to her house in Rye and stay with the family for a day or so, she loved his twinkle and the way he looked, so out of the ordinary. He taught her most that got her to the top of her class at Timons. She always looked forward to the time when she could see him. But right then, she wished she had never met him. She felt no pity for her "parents" crying in the corner. They were liars. And the boy sitting next to her, she couldn't even look at. Hearing all that they told her she felt nothing, nothing but the longing to see them, her real parents. Growing up she heard stories and saw pictures, but she never likened herself to them. Sure she wondered where her red hair come from, but figured it was a perk, it made her stand out.
She didn't know what to say or do in that office, she couldn't run, no, she had no idea where she was or how to get out. She wanted to be anywhere but there, and tried to apparate a few times but failed for some reason. When she finally got tired of trying to find ways to get out of the situation, to pretend it never happened. Her brain caught up with her.
"Would fight him at full strength together?" thought Delilah, "fight Voldemort?".
She knew the repercussions of saying his name but did not care, he did little that scared her, but now, knowing what he did to the people that gave her life, the little fear she had towards him was growing. Her life had gone from what could be characterized as normal, in wizard sense, to being the daughter of two of the bravest wizards ever to walk the face of the planet and the sister of the most well known wizard in Britain.