The Forgotten Twin

Chapter 5

Mrs. Weasley straightened up, her eyes oddly bright. Then she opened her enormous handbag and said, "I've made you all sandwiches.... Here you are, Ron... no, they're not corned beef.... Fred? Where's Fred? Here you are dear...."

Mr. Weasley stepped aside with Harry, probably to formally tell him about Black. Mrs. Weasley finished handing the sandwiches all out, and started shepherding them onto the train. "Arthur, what are you doing? It's about to go!"

"He's coming, Molly!" said Mr. Weasley, who turned back to Harry.

Delilah got in as Mrs. Weasley cried, "Arthur, quickly!"

Harry hurried on just as the train was starting to move.

Delilah rolled her eyes and found her friend's compartment. She grabbed her stuff.

"Where are you going, Delilah?" Harry asked.

"To sit with my friends," Delilah answered.

"Your Slytherin friends?" Harry challenged.

"Yes, Harry, my Slytherin friends," Delilah replied with an eye roll and walked out and quickly found Draco's compartment. He was sitting with Blaise, Crabbe, Goyle, and Pansy, who was holding hands with Blaise. The only empty seat was by Draco so she opened the door and sat there.

"Hey," she said.

"Hey, how was your summer?" Draco asked.

"Yeah, any exploding aunts?" Pansy teased.

"Only one, and it wasn't even my fault."

Draco smiled. They all laughed and continued their talk about Quidditch.

"Yeah, the Quidditch World Cup is happening next year, I bet the Bulgarians will make it. I mean, they have Krum," Draco said.

Delilah's eyes started to droop. She hadn't slept well the night before. She kept having ridiculous dreams about Harry in a graveyard of all places. It was more weird now, but during the nightmare, it was nerve racking. It wasn't even like they had been her first nightmares about Harry dying. Now it was more obnoxious than anything.

"Nah, it's going to be the Irish," Blaise argued.

"Well, I guess we'll find out later. Either way Father got tickets for the Minister's box from the Minister himself," Draco continued to brag but Delilah's eyes fell. Before she knew it, her head slumped to the side and she was asleep.

At first she dreamed of an underground elf that had to go on a journey to save the world, but then everything turned darker and colder. The elves disappeared and turned into a figure.

It was a big bully, cowering against the wall, looking frightened as the small girl stood staring coldly down at him.

He started twitching madly, screaming even though no one could hear him but her, and she would only stop when she decided it was enough. It was a few minutes before she let the mist surrounding them fade.

"Tell anyone," she threatened, "And you'll regret it."

The boy's face paled as he nodded before transforming into a woman, a woman with Delilah's hair.

"Don't kill them, please," she begged. "Kill me instead!"

The figure in black laughed. "Step aside woman, step aside."

"No, please, don't kill them, please!"

The figure raised a wand and said, "Avada Kedavra!"

There was a flash of green, and the woman fell to the ground.