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Chapter 2

Delphi walked through the busy streets of London. The dents in the sidewalk still held puddles of water from the day before. She walked quickly past the pedestrians, not caring about who she bumped into. The wind whipped her wild hair and stung her eyes. Fall was starting to change the weather. Her worn shoes carried her to a old, but happy, building. The Leaky Cauldron stood in front of her. Glancing around she saw shoppers look right past the building. Muggles, can't ever see what's behind their closed minds! Rolling her eyes and giving a sigh, she enter inside the wizard pub.

A few people looked at her, one found her hair and crazed look in her eyes familiar, but didn't know why, he started to squirm. Delphi stoped for a moment at the bar, a man with a slight hunch and bald head approached her. "Good day to you mama, what can I do for you?"

"Hi, I wish to know how much a room cost." Delphini said quickly.

"Well that would depend on how long you would be staying." The man gave her a inquisitive look.

"Two weeks"

"That would come out to 30 gallons."

"Ok. I would like a room then-" the man started to get out some keys, "but not right now! I will be back later." As she turned to leave she heard a ruff voice call to the bar tender. "Tom, ello there!" A big man the size of a small tree with hair as thick as wool called out to the bar keep. "Hagrid, the usual I suspect?"

"Nope, I'm hear on official Hogwarts business!" The man called Hagrid nodded at a boy clinging to his big coat. The boy was only about a inch taller than her, his hair was as black as a raven, freckles showered across his nose. His brilliant green eyes flashed with worry. The boy looked up at the bar keep, his eyes travled to where she was. Delphi offered a warm smile, his eyes softened. "Merlin" Tom's voice came out as a loud whisper. "Is that Harry Potter?" At the sound of his name Harry blushed. The bar was now quite. All eyes were on the small raven haired boy. "Yes Tom," said Hagrid, "this is Harry Potter." The once silent bar was filled with noise.

"Mr. Potter-"

"Sir if I could just shake your han-"

"Can I see the scar!!" Voices called out to Harry, everyone was now vying for his attention. Delphi took this time to slide off her stool. She gave one last glance at 'the boy who lived', and walked out the back door.

She opened the back door and almost ran into the brick wall in ground of her. Sighing she started to tap certain bricks. The wall in front of her started to shift, a arch opened up in front of her. Diagon Ally, of course it's packed! Delphini walked out into the busy crowd, people pushed past her rushing in and out of shops. She glanced at her list. She sighed and started off towards Gringotts. Happiness spread through her, here in the Wizarding world no one looked at her funny. Sure she got a few stares every now and then, but people here didn't follow her every move. I wonder how the Potter's boy is? Why should I care? I don't... Shaking her head she walked on.

The towering structure that was Gringotts loomed in front of her. She looked at the old warning sign in front of the big oak doors. She walked inside the old building. Goblins sat in high desks counting a verity of treasures. The light from high, curved windows bounced of gems, the sound of coins clinging together filled her ears. Delphi walked down the long hallway to a goblin in the front desk. "Excuse me, I would like to access my vault." Her voice cracked a little giving away her nervousness. The goblin looked at her from behind his thin, gold glasss. He slowly moved a neat stack of gold galleons aside. "Your name?"

"Lastrange"

"Humm, I need some identification..." His eyes travled to her hand. Delphi's fingers shook a little as she held out a finger. With a quick pinch a drop of blood fell into a gold bowl that had been produced by the goblin. He examined the small puff of smoke that arose. "Everything seems to be in order, this way please."

She followed the short goblin to through a door. Inside this new room was a cart, kinda like muggle roller coaster, I think that's what they are called. Delphi carefully stepped into the cart, the goblin smiled wickedly at her. She paled and her stomach gave a lurch. The rickety cart shot forward, her hair blew around her, her eyes stung, her clothing fitted tightly around her small frame. Lights flew past her, every once in a while she thought she could make out a cavern or a big animal. After what felt like hours they were deep under London. The cart stoped and lurched her forward. Delphini looked to her right. There it was, her mother's vault. Looking at it made her sick. Just when I thought I was going to be able to get by without her filthy money. Ugh I can't believe it's come to this! Her thoughts ran wild, she climbed out of the cart. Her legs failed her, grabbing on to the cart, she steadied herself. The goblin walked briskly over to the door, he stroked it with his finger. Wonder filled her, the door in front had melted away. In its place were piles and piles of treasure. Gold and silver coins, gems in every color and size, beautifully crafted armor, as well as so much more. The spell only lasted a minuet. Ok ok it's just money, let's see I need some galleons, sickles, and knuts. Aright a bag, humm... At that moment the goblin handed her a bag. Delphi gave him a questioning look, but he wasn't paying her any attion. He had grabbed a helmet and was examing it closely. "Humm, yes I believe, more like I know, that this is goblin made. Probably stolen." The gobin gave her a death stare.

"Stolen or not it doesn't belong to you anymore!" She grabbed the helmet from his small leathery hands. Scooping gold into her bag she rushed out of the vault, not wanting to stay any longer.

Once out of Gringotts she glanced at her school list. So I need books, a wand, robes... this is too much! Ugh fuck this will take forever! She thought. Might as well start with books. Pushing through the crowed she walked to Flourish and Blotts. The bell rang as she walked inside; the smell of paper and ink filled the air. Laughter came from all over, children and adults, alike, excited over the prospect of knowledge. The air was warm and the façade inviting. Finding The Stander Book of Spells, Grade 1 and History of Magic ,as well as others, she glided over to the line. After a few minuets she had payed for her books.

Let's see I have my books, my potions things, a telescope. All I need is wand and robes. Delphi's feet were starting to hurt, and her ankles were blistering. I don't want to wear robes, she scoffed, I think I'll just get muggle clothes and say 'fuck it' to the dress code! With this plan in mind she made a mental note to exchange her wizard money for muggle currency. She walked towards Olivevanders wand shop. Excitement bubble inside her. A tall, thin buildind stood in front of her. Taking a deep breath she crossed the threshold and walked inside. A thin man with wild, white hair looked at her. His eyes looked right through her into her soul. The wind from out side had billowed his robes, the effect was haunting. "Ms Lastrange, I knew I would be seeing you soon." His voice came out like a snake, whispering and knowingly.

"Yes, but I prefer Delphini." She said.

"But of course, so let's get started. Shall we?" He guestered to her arm and held up a measuring tape. He rushed off and returned with a box. "Birch wood, unicorn hair, 11 inches. Flexibility is beautiful, perfect for charms." He handed her the wand, Delphi waved it slightly, the ladder leaning aginsed the book shelf flew back. "Maybe not then..." he left agin, "Holly, dragon heartstring, 10 1/2 inches, perfect for defensive spells." She took the new wand, flicking it, a shower of sparks singed Olivevander's hair. "No." This went on for ten minuets. Suddenly his eyes shined, he rushed off. "Hawthorn, Phoenix feather, 10 3/4 inches, is preferred for defense." She took the wand. A warm feeling washed through her, it was as though a pice of her she never knew was missing had been returned. Delphi waved it over her head, a image of a Phoenix made of fire flew from the wand. "Yes!! That's the one!" After paying or the wand, she started to Madam Malkin's Robes for All Occasions.

As she approached the shop she saw someone was already inside. I know that raven hair. Harry Potter was being fitted for his robes. Taking a breath and setting a strait face she walked inside. "Hello dear, Hogwarts too?" The women who greeted her looked kind enough. Delphi nodded, aware of Harry's watching eyes. "Well, why don't you stand over there by that boy over there." The women turned away to get more robes. "What?!" Growled Delphini.

"I-no-I..." Harry took a breath, "I just saw you earlier at the bar. Can you tell me your name?"

"My name, whatever for?" Laughed Delphini.

"Well so I know how to address you. Here I'll start, I'm Harry." Deleon noted how he didn't say his last name.

"Mine is Delphini." She tried not to smile.

"Oh! Your named after a star!" Her eyes sparkled.

"Very good Harry" she laughed with delight. There conversation was interrupted by a bell anouncing the arrival of another person. A boy with white blond hair slicked back turned to them. His eyes pierced her. Fuck, she thought. "Well look who's here! Good day to you cousin." The boy smirked.

"Fuck off Draco!"

"Language Delphi." He sounded bored.

"What do you want anyway?" She accused him.

"I heard the famed Harry Potter was here." His eyes travled to Harry, "this can't be him. He's a mess!"

"At leased he dosent have a tub of hair gel in his hair!" Draco glared at her.

"Umm, so you two are related?" Harry's voice made them both jump.

"We are only related by blood, he is not my family!"

"Oh Delphi, you can't run from who you are."

"Shut up." Delphini turned away from him. She payed for her robes, said good bye to Harry, and left.

"Delphini!" Draco grabbed her arm.

"What now?!"

"I was just wonder how Potter will feel."

"What do you mean?"

"Well, the first friend he makes us you. And your father is the one who killed his parents." Her face paled. "He will never forgive you." She tore her arm from his grasp and left.