Sleep had not come easily these past weeks to Delphini Black, especially not last night with all her anxieties of the coming day, which is why she was so very annoyed with the banging on her door so early in the morning.
"OI! Wake up, Del! Dad wants you up! Del, are you listening!?", said a familiar irritating voice from the other side of her door.
Groaning loudly, the young Black reluctantly threw off her covers and slowly started making her way to the door and opened it. On the other side, she was greeted by a young boy of eight with brown hair and a smirk that Delphini wanted to slap off his face. Rickard Slytherin, the son of her Uncle Harry and Aunt Tracey and future Lord Slytherin, was the bane of Delphini's life with his sharp tongue and uncanny ability to get under her skin with nothing but his wit.
"Why are you banging on my door this early you worm!?", she demanded.
The little brat shrugged, "Not my fault you weren't answering, cousin. Dad wants you getting ready early so you don't miss the train and wanted one of us to wake you up. I, of course, volunteered for such an undertaking because I knew you were snoozing away like a cow."
Delphini growled as a new voice broke up their quarrel, "Alright you two, let's not maim each other before breakfast, it's an important day and no time for mischief."
The two kids turned to see Rickard's mother, Tracey, herself come toward them as she spoke again, "Ricky, go tell your father you completed your duty and go get ready for breakfast."
Rickard sighed overdramatically, "Very well, mother, but I must protest your previous statement. There is always time for mischief, as the future Lord Slytherin, it's my duty to keep everyone on their toes. Besides, I wanted to annoy my dear cousin one last time, as any young boy would do to a girl. Merlin knows no other boys would want to speak to her if they saw her in the mornings, or smelled her."
Delphini took a threatening step forward and Rickard finally acknowledged his queue to leave and bolted down the hall laughing. Aunt Tracey shook her head and patted her shoulder, "He's sad you're leaving, you know?"
She scoffed at her aunt's words, "How would you know that?"
Aunt Tracey gave her that usual big smile, "He is my son through and through, besides I do technically have eleven sisters. You pick up a few things. You better get showered and ready, then come down and spend time with the family before you leave. You'll miss them all when at Hogwarts, even if you don't realize it yet."
With that, her aunt walked off, leaving Delphini to her thoughts as she went to the bathroom to get ready. Today was the day she would finally leave for Hogwarts and enter a new chapter in her life, a day she always looked forward to. In recent weeks, however, all she could feel was dread and unease. Ever since that day, the day when she learned the truth of who she really was, the daughter of monsters and a legacy of evil.
Twenty minutes later, after getting ready and shaking off her weary thoughts, Delphini exited her room and moved toward the main staircase. Before reaching there, she winced at the sound of a large crash at the bottom of the stairs. She ran toward the staircase and sighed as she realized what was the cause, or rather who.
Buried underneath the remains of a ruined, homemade sled of wood, laid her Aunt Tonks and her daughter, Dorea Black, the terror of Potter Manor. If Rickard was the silent and subtle kind of trouble, then Dorea was the loud and destructive kind. She was an exact copy of Aunt Tonks in every way, from their looks to their personality, combined with Uncle Harry's own need to break the rules and "stick it to the man" as Tonks liked to say.
Delphini sighed as she reached the bottom of the stairs, "Didn't Uncle Harry forbid you two from destroying any more of the manor?"
Aunt Tonks just waved her off as the two picked themselves up, "Nothing's broken this time, Del. Besides any landing you can walk away from is a good landing."
Dorea did a fist pump, "Yeah, mom used to fight hundreds of bad wizards and witches solo! Compared to that, this is nothing."
Delphini raised an eyebrow at her flustered aunt, "Hundreds alone, auntie? What did they do to make you that angry, call you Nymphadora?"
Aunt Tonks' hair turned red and playfully scolded her, "Don't you take that smart attitude with me, young lady! Don't forget who your DADA professor is."
Delphini nodded with a playful smile, already knowing this. After the war, she knew her Aunt Tonks had filled in the post of Defense Against the Dark Arts for two years until her Uncle Harry graduated. She resumed her Auror duties full-time afterwards, but after a bad raid that left her hurt and falling pregnant with Dorea, Tonks had retired from the Auror life and became DADA professor permanently, much to the joy of the students.
"Trust me, Aunt Tonks, I know you won't go easy on me. I still have bruises from our last sparing session.", Delphini said.
Suddenly they both heard crying and turned toward a sad Dorea, "Do you both really have to go?"
Tonks gave a sad smile and hugged her daughter, "I know it's hard, luv, but I come back at least once during the weekends and your father and auntie's will watch over you. You are my daughter and a Black, and despite our shite family history, that means your strong enough to face anything."
Delphini frowned to herself as she thought on those words. She was a Black too, but unlike Dorea, she was not the bright future of a family that has been long shrouded in dark shadows and pureblood prejudice, she was the embodiment of that dark past and didn't belong in the new world order.
As if she could read her thoughts, Aunt Tonks grabbed her hand and smiled at her, "That goes for you too, Miss broody, don't forget that when you're at school."
Not trusting her voice, she nodded and the mother/daughter duo left to cause more mayhem. Delphini shook her head and thanked both Merlin and Morganna that Aunt Tracey was St. Mungo's best Mediwitch. She continued on her way through the corridor when she smelled something peculiar, a mix of honey, bad perfume, and what she hoped wasn't rat poison until she realized what door she was in front of and realized the source. The East Wing of the Manor had many unique rooms, everything from the indoor theater to the greenhouse, but the most fascinating room was the potion room, or the Dungeon of Doom as some of her cousins liked to describe it as.
Taking a deep breath, Delphini entered to an unusual but heartwarming sight of her Aunt Su and Aunt Daphne sitting with their children, a raven-haired girl named Yanyu Ravenclaw and a blonde boy with blue eyes named Alexander Slytherin, sitting at a work bench overlooking notes for new potions as they brewed in the cauldrons around them. Yanyu was her sweetest cousin with a brilliant mind that would one day change the world, while Alex was a stoic boy that was dutiful and eager to learn and only ever had fun when Rodrick pulled him into mischief. While most children hate scientific research, Yanyu and Alex had become invested quickly with their mothers' respective fields as Aunt Su was one of the ICW's prime researchers for magical advancement and improvement and Aunt Daphne was now the head of the Greengrass family potion stores and owned her own business as the place to buy potions and their ingredients.
Aunt Daphne spotted her first, "Delphini, darling, good morning. Ready for the big day?"
Aunt Su smiled at her warmly, "You never quite replicate the feeling of the first time you walk into Hogwarts, so make sure you treasure this day."
Delphini grinned and thanked her aunts, exchanging quick hugs with both before turning her attention to her cousins. "So, what are you two working on today?" she asked, curiosity piqued by the array of bubbling cauldrons and parchment strewn across the bench.
Yanyu's eyes sparkled behind her spectacles, she had inherited Uncle Harry's eyes. "We're testing a new pain relief potion for Aunt Tracey to use at St. Mungo's," she explained, gesturing to a blue-tinged concoction that shimmered with faint silver motes, "It's supposed to work faster than the old formula, but we're still adjusting the asphodel levels."
Alexander looked up from his meticulous notes, adding in his soft, careful voice, "And we're helping Mum with a batch of Pepperup Draught for the school. She's added a twist—supposed to clear up magical fatigue, not just colds. Yanyu's in charge of the testing, since she never catches a cold." He sent her a rare, teasing smile.
Delphini chuckled, feeling the thrum of belonging in this moment, "I'm sure Aunt Tracey will be thrilled. Just don't blow anything up before the term starts, alright?"
Yanyu grinned, "No promises."
Before Delphini could drift away, Aunt Su gently touched her arm, her tone as soothing as a lullaby drifting through the potion-scented air, "Delphini, a word of advice?"
Su's eyes, sharp with intelligence yet always warm, met hers. "Promise me you won't ever shrink yourself to fit into smaller spaces," she murmured. "In this world, magical innovation is what moves us forward. It's people who dare to think differently—who ask questions and don't apologize for knowing the answers—who shape the future. You must never hide your mind away, not for anyone's comfort. Not at Hogwarts, not anywhere."
Delphini felt a blush rising to her cheeks, equal parts pride and vulnerability.
Su smiled, brushing a stray lock of hair behind Delphini's ear—an echo of affection so like her own mother, "Keep up with your studies, darling. Curiosity is a kind of magic all its own, and you have it in abundance. Let no one make you feel less for it." Her voice dropped to a conspiratorial whisper. "And if you ever want to talk about runes or arithmancy—well, you know where to find me."
With a tender squeeze of Delphini's hand, Su returned to her workbench. Delphini stood a little taller as she left the room, a secret smile on her lips, the quiet encouragement echoing in her mind.
Just then, Aunt Daphne's sharp but gentle voice interrupted, "Delphini, could I borrow you for a moment?" There was no mistaking the underlying intent. Delphini excused herself and followed Daphne through the winding corridors until they had a rare moment of privacy near the conservatory's stained-glass windows.
Daphne studied her with that particular Greengrass calm, hands folded neatly. "Remember what we discussed, darling. Hogwarts is marvelous, but it's also a crucible—especially for those of us with notable names. People will watch for cracks in your armor. Mask your emotions when you must. And be deliberate in your choices—friends, rivals, even teachers. Not everyone who smiles is an ally, particularly if you're sorted into Slytherin."
Delphini hesitated. "What if I am sorted into Slytherin?" The words came out small, a whisper of her true fears. "What if that means… I'm like them? What if it means I'm still the shadow, not the promise?"
Daphne's look softened. She reached out, tucking a stray curl behind Delphini's ear. "Slytherin is not a curse, nor a prophecy. It is ambition, resourcefulness, cunning—all things you already possess. It's not about blood or legacy, not really. You choose who you'll become, Delphini. Sorting is just the start, not the sum. And you are so much more than any house could define."
Delphini managed a shaky smile. The knot in her chest loosened, just a little, in the warm certainty of her aunt's words. The two said their goodbyes and Delphini continued on her way through the manor until her stomach started grumbling and decided to head toward the kitchens. She entered the large room where a few House Elves were beginning their duties for the day, though she wondered if they would still bother with her if they knew who she was.
It was then she saw her Aunt Hannah cooking breakfast as usual with the assistance of Dobby, the elf had been with them since she was a baby and was like family. Hannah's daughter was also helping them cook, a young blonde girl with emerald eyes named Sarah Hufflepuff, after her late grandmother who was killed by…him. Delphini hadn't been able to look her in the yes since she found out the truth, or Aunt Hannah either really; not even last night when they had a big goodbye party for her last night at her restaurant, The Badger's Pub.
The aroma of baking bread and sizzling sausages curled welcomingly through the kitchen, and as Delphini stepped inside, she was immediately enveloped by the warmth of clattering pans and laughter. Aunt Hannah turned from the stove, her cheeks rosy in the early light, and spread her arms wide, "There she is! Good morning, love—come in, you look half-starved," she called, her voice gentle and bright.
Dobby, balancing a stack of plates almost as tall as himself, beamed up at Delphini, "Miss Delphini is always welcome in the kitchen! Dobby saved an extra pumpkin pasty just for you, Miss!" His bat-like ears wiggled in delight, and she couldn't help but smile, her heart tightening with gratitude.
Sarah, sleeves rolled up and a dusting of flour on her nose, waved a wooden spoon in greeting. "We're making everything—Dad says it's the only way to feed this lot," she grinned, her emerald eyes sparkling with mirth and mischief.
Delphini blinked in surprise at the sheer volume of food—towering stacks of toast, a cauldron of porridge, and platters heaped with eggs and bacon. "Are we feeding the entire country this morning, or…?", she asked, a teasing note in her voice that masked the tremor underneath.
Aunt Hannah laughed, her eyes glinting with fondness, "Close, but not quite. Your Uncle Harry thought it'd be nice to have one last family breakfast before you head off. You know him—any excuse for everyone to be together at the table." She ruffled Dobby's ears affectionately, then glanced at Delphini, the laughter in her eyes turning thoughtful.
As the bustle continued around them, Hannah stepped closer, lowering her voice so only Delphini would hear. "Why don't you help me with the marmalade?", she asked, guiding Delphini to a quiet corner of the kitchen.
Once they were out of earshot, Hannah's tone softened, "You've been quieter than usual, darling. Even last night at The Badger's Pub, you seemed elsewhere. Is something bothering you?"
Delphini hesitated, staring at her hands, struggling to meet Hannah's gaze. At last, the question tumbled out, raw and aching, "How could you… after everything? How could you raise me with love, knowing who I am? After what… he did to your family?" The words hung between them, fragile and trembling.
Hannah's expression gentled, a thousand memories flickering in her smile. She reached out, cupping Delphini's hands in her own, warm and callused from years of baking, "Oh, Delphini. Love and kindness—they're the oldest, strongest magic there is. They change the world, one heart at a time. Your past doesn't decide who you get to be loved by, or who you get to love. When I look at you, I don't see the shadow of what's gone. I see the promise of what is, and what might be."
Her voice was quiet, but it thrummed with conviction, "Sometimes the best way to fight darkness is with gentleness. That's how we begin again. That's how we heal. My mother taught me that."
Tears pricked at Delphini's eyes, the ache in her chest loosening. For the first time in weeks, she felt the faintest shimmer of hope, fragile but true, blossoming beneath Hannah's gentle words. After she was done helping, Aunt Hannah had sent her on her way with a delicious muffin to hold her over before breakfast was ready. She had decided to head outside to walk around the grounds as she liked to do every morning to clear her thoughts, especially today before going to Hogwarts.
She was enjoying the silence of the morning sun when all of a sudden, she was almost knocked over by three young kids flying on broomsticks, laughing and cheering, and Delphini realized who they were as, while she and all of her cousins enjoyed flying, only three got up this early to practice near the Quidditch Pitch. Roxanne Gryffindor, daughter of her Aunt Angelina, Saraya Gryffindor, daughter of Aunt Alicia, and Jake Gryffindor, son of Aunt Katie. Roxanne was kind and compassionate and a natural born leader, Saraya was a quiet but polite introvert that could prove quite fearless when push came to shove, and Jake was a headstrong, fearless troublemaker that almost as bad as Rickard and Dorea with less brains. All three were of a darker complexion like their mothers, with varying shades, but they all inherited emerald eyes from Uncle Harry.
Delphini jumped back, heart thundering as bristles and laughter swept past her in a blur. "Oi!" she called, voice sharp but shaky, "If you lot are planning to start the school year by running someone over, at least leave me out of it!"
Roxanne looped around, balancing elegantly on her broom, "Oh, come on, Del! Admit it—we almost got you that time." Her eyes sparkled with mischief as Saraya glided to a stop, cheeks pink with amusement.
Jake hovered, grinning, "Lighten up, cousin! It's your last chance for a good scare before you become a boring old Hogwarts student."
Delphini tried to look stern, but their delight was infectious. "You're lucky I value my breakfast muffin more than revenge," she muttered, brushing crumbs from her sleeve.
Before the trio could reply, three voices echoed across the lawn. "Roxanne! Saraya! Jake!", Their mothers swept out of the house—Angelina's arms folded, Alicia's brow raised, Katie's lips pursed in mock severity.
Angelina shook her head, her gaze flickering from her own daughter to Delphini, "Honestly, you three—if you've knocked Delphini over before the year's even begun, you'll be polishing brooms for a week." She turned to Delphini, smile softening, "Sorry, dear. You'd think they'd outgrow it, but I suspect they're just getting started."
Alicia rolled her eyes, "You three, honestly. You know, Delphini, at Hogwarts you'll find plenty of excitement without your cousins trying to flatten you." The corners of her mouth quirked upward, "Don't be afraid to try different classes or join a club, even if you're not sure. That's how you find what makes you shine."
Katie nodded, tucking a strand of hair behind her ear. "And don't be afraid to make friends," she added, her tone gentle. "But remember to trust your instincts, just like your Aunt Daphne always says. Choose your friends with care."
Jake snorted, elbowing Roxanne, "Yeah, and outfly everyone else in First-Year Flying, or we'll have to disown you."
Roxanne smacked him on the shoulder, "Don't listen to him, Del. Just have fun. Well, have fun and show them how it's done."
Saraya smiled shyly, "And if you get nervous, remember we'll be cheering for you. Even if we're not there."
Their mothers exchanged knowing looks. "Ignore their threats, Delphini," Angelina said, giving her a brief side-hug. "Hogwarts is about finding out who you want to be, not who others expect you to be. But…if you do outshine everyone on a broom, well, that's just family tradition. Maybe even a future Holyhead Harpy."
Delphini smiled, warmth blooming through her nerves, "I'll do my best, for all of you." And, for the first time that morning, she felt not just ready, but eager for what lay ahead.
Delphini walked by the pool area on her way back to the house when she spotted her Aunt Fleur sitting in a lounge chair in a skimpy bathing suit that left her Uncle Harry a stuttering mess even after twelve years of marriage. She was watching her daughter, Dominique Potter, practice her swimming, a girl that oozed elegance and grace even at her young age just like her mother and everyone knew that when she reached her Veela maturity, she would be a great beauty in her own right. Thanks to the two both having silver hair, they were often mistaken as actual siblings…if only that were true.
Fleur caught Delphini's eye and offered an elegant wave, her rings glinting in the midday sun. "Viens, Delphini, join us," she called, her accent lilting even after so many years in England.
Dominique, radiant and dripping from the pool, beamed, "Hi, Del! Watch this!" With a practiced flick, she dove beneath the water, her silver hair streaming behind her like starlight.
Delphini hesitated only a moment before settling into the chair beside her aunt. Fleur, effortlessly poised, handed her a cool glass of lemonade. "You look pensive, ma chérie. Is it nerves for today?", she asked, her tone gentle but perceptive.
Delphini's fingers tightened around the chilled glass. "A bit," she admitted, watching Dominique slice through the water in a perfect turn. "It's not just classes, or leaving home. I worry what people will say if they find out about my parents. It… it's not as though they'll keep it secret forever."
Fleur's expression softened, and she reached out to tuck a stray lock of hair behind Delphini's ear, a gesture so maternal it made Delphini's heart ache, "Ah, I know that fear. People see what they want, sometimes not what is truly there. When I first came to Hogwarts, many whispered about the Veela in me. Some were curious, some… less kind. But, ma petite, prejudice is never a reason to hide who you are."
Dominique surfaced, grinning, and waved over. "Did you see that?" she called, cheeks flushed with pride.
"Magnifique, darling!" Fleur replied, before turning back to Delphini, "You know, the last decade has changed much. Our world is no longer so small. Your Uncle Harry—our whole family—has worked hard so that witches and wizards of every lineage feel welcome. Veela, werewolves, goblin-born… even those who once would have hidden in shadows now walk proud in the light. And you, Delphini, you are as much a part of that as anyone."
Delphini looked down, the weight in her chest easing a little, "But sometimes… I feel like I'm just waiting for someone to judge me. To use my history as a weapon."
Fleur's eyes sparkled with fierce pride, "Let them judge, if they must. Your worth is not measured by their fears. Never let anyone's ignorance or prejudice hold you down. Promise me, Delphini—you will live for your own dreams, not their doubts."
Dominique, now perched at the pool's edge, added brightly, "Maman says people can only make you feel small if you let them. Besides, we've got each other, don't we?"
Delphini managed a real smile at that, the warmth from aunt and cousin sinking deeper than the summer sun. "We do," she said, the seed of courage Fleur planted already beginning to take root.
Delphini sat a few more minutes, then said goodbye to her French aunt and cousin as she made her way inside. As she was moving through the manor, she came to the ballroom where she found her Aunt Pansy setting up decorations with her wand for the Governor's Ball in a few weeks, a fancy term for a bunch of nobility of Britain getting together to sniff their own farts as Aunt Tonks liked to say. Thankfully, with her off to Hogwarts, she wouldn't have to attend this time around, thank Merlin.
Standing with perfect posture beside her was her daughter, Victoria Slytherin, a living princess if there ever was one, always eager to please and command if need be. She had inherited the raven hair from both her parents, but she had emerald eyes like Uncle Harry and the ambition, cool intelligence, and cunning of Aunt Pansy. That did not make her unkind though, she was fiercely protective of the family and would do anything for them, even if she'll never admit it.
As Delphini entered the ballroom, she was immediately swept up by the flurry of activity. Ribbons shimmered midair, settling themselves across the tall windows, and tables were arranging themselves with a precise, magical clatter. Aunt Pansy stood in the center, wand outstretched, lips pursed in utter concentration. Every so often, she'd mutter under her breath—sometimes in perfect English, sometimes un-ladylike curses that sounded like gibberish—when a garland drooped or the color scheme rebelled.
Victoria, meanwhile, stood nearby with her arms folded, emerald eyes narrowed with the particular frostiness only a Slytherin princess could muster. She sighed, exasperated, as a cluster of fairy lights tangled itself obstinately around a candelabra.
"Honestly, Mother, if any of these lords and ladies complain about the decor, I may hex the lot of them," she announced, flicking her hair over her shoulder. "Why do we even invite half these people? I'm convinced they only come for the champagne and a chance to gossip."
"Because, darling," Pansy replied, not missing a beat as she flicked her wand and retied the mischievous ribbons, "it's politics. Even if we'd rather be anywhere else."
Delphini couldn't help but laugh, Aunt Pansy said the same every time Del visited her clothing store in Diagon Alley. "I suppose it's fortunate I'll miss it this year," she offered. "Hogwarts is starting to sound like a vacation compared to this."
Victoria rolled her eyes, but a smile tugged at her lips, "Trade you spots? I'd rather face a Hungarian Horntail than Lord Byron's opinions on wizarding etiquette."
Pansy shot them both a conspiratorial look, "Just wait until you're old enough to organize one of these yourself. That's when the real fun begins."
Their laughter mingled with the soft clinks of floating glassware. But Delphini's smile faded, a shadow of a memory flickering across her face. She hesitated, then tugged gently at Pansy's sleeve, "Aunt Pansy, could I… talk to you? Alone, just for a moment?"
Pansy's expression softened instantly. She handed her wand off to Victoria, who immediately began re-ordering the napkin colors with a flourish, underage magic be damned unless violent was Aunt Pansy's motto. The two slipped into an alcove hidden behind a velvet curtain.
Delphini glanced down, unsure where to begin, but the words tumbled out, raw and uncertain, "How did you do it? Live with what… with what your father did? I mean, everyone knows my parents' history. Sometimes I wonder if I'll ever be able to step out from under that shadow."
For a heartbeat, Pansy was silent, her gaze distant, haunted by her own past. At last she spoke, voice low and steady, "It's never easy. Some days, the weight of names and old mistakes feels impossible to carry. But I learned, eventually, that your past doesn't have to define your future, not unless you let it. I was saved by the people who chose to see me for who I am now. Your uncle, your aunt, friends who became family. Let them in, Delphini. Let them help you build something new. You don't have to do it alone."
Delphini felt the ache in her chest ease, the advice settling over her like a warm blanket. "Thank you," she whispered.
Before Pansy could reply, there was a sharp pop and Dobby the house-elf appeared, eyes wide and bright, his tea towel toga fluttering. He bowed so low his nose nearly brushed the floor.
"Miss Delphini!" he piped. "Master Harry is asking for you in his study, says it's most important, he does!"
Delphini blinked, startled, but nodded, glancing one last time at Pansy, who smiled and gave her a gentle squeeze on the shoulder. As Dobby led the way out, Delphini felt—for the first time in ages—a little lighter, bolstered by the strength of family, both old and new, and the promise of new beginnings.
Delphini and Dobby walked deeper into the manor, toward Uncle Harry's study, when Delphini had come to a stop at one of her favorite spots in the house, the Wall of Achievement. Pictures and news articles littered the wall, showing Uncle Harry and her aunts many achievements over the years as was tradition for House Potter and the wall would have had more on it, going back centuries, had the manor not been destroyed during the first war with…Voldemort. She saw pictures and newspaper clippings of Aunt Fleur and Aunt Su being credited for improving relations with France, China, and Britain that all three country's magical communities were now allies in the new age of international magical cooperation that helped many people, especially half-breed wizards and witches. Aunt's Angelina, Alicia, and Katie winning the Quidditch World Cup for Britain twice and their other trophies and winnings for the Harpies. The Ministry reforms that were championed by Aunt Pansy and Aunt Daphne and many more.
Though even her amazing aunts' achievements were outdone by her Uncle Harry, and that was after all of his glories at Hogwarts. Uncle Harry had never chosen a permanent career, wanting his wives to live their dreams while he mostly stayed home to raise her and then her many cousins as he had plenty of money, living his real dream of having a family. That did not mean Harry had been idle, however, as he had become a master of many trades as the wall in front of her proved. He often acted as a consultant for the DMLE during the period when they lost most of their forces after the war as she saw newspaper clippings of him arresting dark wizards and busting illegal wizarding operations across the country and beyond. Uncle Harry also worked as a part time Curse Breaker for Gringotts with Aunt Fleur, and he even proved a good politician despite his hatred for politics as the pictures of her uncle meeting foreign Ministers and ambassadors smiling proved and his reforms for muggleborns with the help of Aunt Penelope had changed the face of the Wizarding World in most of Europe forever, almost 100 years after Grindelwald almost destroyed it.
It was then she was brought of her admiration by a familiar voice, "You'll get a picture or article of your own on that wall one day, if not more, but not if you're late in getting to Hogwarts, Del."
She smiled as she turned to see her Aunt Susan with a warm smile on her face that hid the dangerous witch underneath. At just twenty-five, Aunt Susan had her own achievements with multiple big arrests of international smuggling rings, illegal potion makers, and even a few would-be dark lords, it was little wonder why she was already a senior Auror and likely the next Head of the DMLE. Next to her aunt was her other cousin and Susan's son, Edgar Hufflepuff, a kind redheaded young boy who would jump into the Black Lake without second guesses to save a puppy that wasn't even his, but was also wanted to be a future Dueling champion to prove himself in battle.
Delphini lingered in front of the Wall of Achievement, her eyes tracing the dazzling array of faces and headlines. As pride warmed her chest, so too did a quiet, prickling doubt. She hugged her arms to herself, voice barely above a whisper. "I'm not sure I'll ever have anything like this—anything worthy of being up there," she admitted, her gaze fixed on the golden plaque beneath Uncle Harry's Quidditch Cup from fifth year at Hogwarts.
Aunt Susan shook her head, disbelief softening into kindness. "That's absolute nonsense, Delphini," she said, tipping her head so that her red hair caught the morning light. "You're already worth a place among all of us. Achievements aren't born overnight, and they certainly don't happen by accident."
Edgar, lounging at his mother's side with the straightforwardness only a Hufflepuff could muster, chimed in, "Yeah, that's silly. You work hard, you do your best—something good always comes from that. Besides, you're braver than half the people who already have their pictures up there." There was a stubborn set to his jaw, but his eyes shone with fierce loyalty.
Susan smiled at her son's bluntness, then turned back to Delphini, "He's right, you know. The real secret isn't just talent—it's putting in the effort, and surrounding yourself with people who push you to be better. Let your friends challenge you, let them support you. That's what makes the difference, Delphini. Not just for success or medals, but for life. You'll find your own crowd, and together you'll do things you never dreamed of. And those bonds? They're what will see you through the hardest days."
Delphini looked up, hope flickering through her uncertainty. She managed a tentative smile. "But… what if I'm not ready, or if I mess up?"
Her aunt's expression grew serious, "Everyone stumbles. The important thing is to learn, to keep moving forward. And Delphini—never seek out a fight. There's no glory in trouble for its own sake. But if you must fight, whether it's for yourself or someone else—don't just hang on. Win. Do everything in your power to come home safe."
Before Delphini could answer, Dobby reappeared in the corridor, his ears flapping with excitement. "Miss Delphini, Master Harry is still waiting! He says it's urgent, yes it is!"
Susan gave Delphini a brief, fierce hug, "Go on. We won't start breakfast without you." Edgar grinned and offered a thumbs up.
Bolstered by their faith, Delphini followed Dobby down the hall, her doubts eased by the echo of her aunt's wisdom and her cousin's unwavering belief, each step carrying her closer toward her own place—and perhaps her own future spot—on the legendary Wall of Achievement.
Delphini and Dobby continued until they had finally reached her uncle's study, and she waived the loyal House Elf off to see to his duties with a smile. She was about to knock when she greeted by the sight of her Aunt Penelope and her son, James Ravenclaw, her last cousin exiting the study. Out of all her aunts, Penny was her unofficial mother to her as she had looked after Delphini the most besides her Uncle Harry, even when her cousins were born and her other aunts gave most of their time up to their children, Aunt Penny had spent the same amount of time with her as her own son. She was kind, beautiful, smart, and always willing to lend her aid; it was the reason all of the children in the manor looked up to her and didn't chafe at her authority when their own mothers or Harry had to leave for the day and Penelope had watch over them. Even her other aunts sought her advice and help often, not that Aunt Pansy or Aunt Daphne will ever admit that. One should expect no less from the Senior Undersecretary to the Minister of Magic.
James was much like his mother and the eldest of her cousins, despite the fact that they were all eight years old with only a few weeks separating most of them after they were conceived during what Aunt Tonks called the Honeymoon of the Century, as he was the leader of the children that helped Delphini keep them in line as was his responsibility or so he said. He had blonde hair like Alex, but of a darker shade and he had his father's eyes. James was perhaps the most dutiful and clever person she knew, and perhaps the kindest as even when he found out Delphini was their "cousin" and not one of his siblings, he balked at that and said she was their sister no matter what blood ran in her veins. If he only understood.
Aunt Penelope's gaze lit up the moment she spotted Delphini, her lips curving into a warm, welcoming smile. "There you are, darling," she said, drawing her into a gentle embrace. "Harry's waiting for you—he says he's finally ready. But before you go, I want to make sure you're truly prepared. Did you pack all your things? And are you ready for this next big chapter?"
Delphini hesitated, clutching her bag a little tighter. "I think so, Aunt Penny. It's just…" Her voice quivered slightly, "I'm still in shock, really. After—well, after learning the truth about who I am, and where I came from. I don't even know what I'm supposed to do with all of it." She glanced at Penelope, who met her gaze with the calm, steady understanding of someone who had been there on the day Delphini's past was revealed—someone who had held her hand through every tear and question.
Before Penny could reply, James—still blissfully unaware of the full weight behind Delphini's words—interjected with a matter-of-fact certainty that made Delphini's heart clench in gratitude, "None of that matters, Delphini," he said, giving her a reassuring nod. "You're one of us, no matter what. It's who you are now, and how you treat people that counts. You've always had a place here. You're my sister, even if you don't believe it yet."
Penelope's eyes shone with quiet pride, "James is right. Blood doesn't decide your worth or your place in this family. You are loved, Delphini, and that's unshakeable. Remember, the past is just one part of the story, but the future is yours to write. Take it one step at a time, and when in doubt, lean on the ones who care about you. We're always here."
Delphini's throat tightened, but she managed a grateful smile. Aunt Penny squeezed her shoulder, gently nudging her forward, "Go on, then. Don't keep your Uncle Harry waiting. And remember, whatever happens, you're never alone."
With James and Penelope's steadfast support echoing in her heart, Delphini squared her shoulders and knocked on the study door, the weight of uncertainty now tempered by the anchor of belonging.
"Enter.", said a deep masculine voice.
Delphini opened the door to the study and saw a warming and familiar sight, her Uncle Harry Potter hunched over his desk answering missives from other noble houses, Ministry and Gringotts officials, and international political allies.
"Fucking bollocks, every day these parchments are multiplying!", her uncle groaned exasperated.
Delphini snorted, "Don't let your wives hear you curse like that, Uncle, especially in front of the children; otherwise, it will be your bollocks on the line."
Harry finally looked up and smiled, "Del, finally arrived, have you? I was getting worried you decided to sleep in just to spite Rickard."
Delphini smiled sweetly, "Trust me, Uncle Harry, I'll get that little twat in my own time. Let him get into a false sense of security while I'm away and then, strike when he least suspects."
Her uncle shook his head with a tired smile and motioned for her to sit in the chair in front of him, which she graciously took.
Harry leaned back, his green eyes softening when he looked at her, "You nervous, Del? About heading off to Hogwarts? Is the journey ahead feeling a bit daunting?"
Delphini hesitated, the familiar anxiety fluttering in her chest, but she met her uncle's gaze, "I think… I'm a lot less worried than I was. This morning, I talked with Aunt Penny, Aunt Tonks, and even my cousins. Somehow, everything that felt overwhelming—school, making friends, finding allies, even my future—doesn't seem quite so impossible. I'm… not as upset about the whole revelation of my birth parents either. Not like before."
Harry's lips curved into a knowing smile, "That's the wisdom of your aunts for you. They're usually right, and don't they just love being proved so?"
Delphini let out a small, genuine laugh, but then her expression sobered and she fiddled with the sleeve of her robes, "But, Uncle, sometimes I think I'll never really shake it off—the horror, I mean. Of being… his daughter. Their daughter." Her voice quavered, and she looked away, her words tumbling out, "Do you remember that day when you and Aunt Penelope took me shopping for school supplies? When I saw that snake in the window at Diagon Alley? I could hear it… and it was like the words just came out of me. Parseltongue. The moment I spoke, I saw you both freeze." She forced a trembling smile. "I knew something was wrong. I had to know. I pressed you for answers, and you… you told me the truth. Even though you didn't want to."
Harry's face grew serious, pain flickering across his features at the memory, "I wish I could have spared you that, Delphini. I truly do."
Delphini nodded, her eyes shining with a fresh sheen of tears, "I wish I'd never asked. I remember crying—no, sobbing—while Aunt Penny and Aunt Hannah held me. It felt like the whole world had cracked open beneath me. For a moment, I thought I'd never climb out."
Harry reached across the desk, covering her hand with his own, "But you did, Delphini. You did. And every day, you keep climbing. The past doesn't define you. You do."
Delphini lowered her gaze and said softly, "I'm scared, Uncle. I don't know what to do with all that fear."
Harry smiled sadly, "Fear is good, Delphini, it keeps one from making foolish decisions and the consequences they bring. Despite what you might think, Del, I've been afraid many times in my life; Hogwarts, the battle at the Ministry, and everywhere else. The important thing is that you cannot allow fear to rule you like it ruled many others, and I'm proud to say that you haven't."
Delphini's brows knit together, worry flickering in her eyes, "Uncle… why do you have faith in me? After everything—everything I come from—how can you trust that I'll ever be more than the sum of my parents' mistakes?"
Harry's expression softened, and for a long moment, he was silent, weighing his words. At last, he leaned forward, his voice gentle but unwavering, "Delphini, no one is born good or evil. Not you, not me, not anyone. I know that better than most. When I was your age, I was just an orphan that no one wanted—no one loved. There were times, dark ones, when I nearly let bitterness swallow me whole. Times when it would have been so easy to lash out, to let anger and loneliness define me."
He paused, his gaze distant, remembering, "But I didn't because, eventually, people showed me kindness. Your aunts, your cousins, even strangers I barely knew—they taught me what it means to be cared for. They showed me that the darkness inside us isn't all we are. That it can be lit up from the outside, and from within, too."
Harry squeezed her hand, his eyes shining, "It's not where you start, Delphini, it's who you choose to become. I've watched you grow, watched you fight through your pain and doubts, and choose—to be kind, to be brave, to be better than your fears. That's not something anyone handed you; you built that, every day. And watching you become the person you are is the greatest pleasure of my life. That's why I have faith in you—because I know precisely who you are."
He smiled, honest and proud, "And I've never been prouder of anyone."
Delphini, overcome with emotions, got out of her chair and hugged her uncle while she sobbed, "I love you, Uncle Harry."
Harry hugged her back with a large smile, "I love you too, little one."
After they separated, Uncle Harry decided it was time to join the family for breakfast. They entered the large dining room to find the rest of the family already there with her aunts on one side and their respective children on the other, leaving just the two heads of the table for them to sit in. They took their seats and Delphini ate her breakfast in relative silence as she was content to watch her aunts and cousins engage in usual breakfast shenanigans while her uncle tried to settle them down. She never really understood it before, but now she understood the importance of family.
Her family.
When breakfast had nearly come to an end, Harry rose from his place at the head of the table, clearing his throat in that gentle but unmistakable way that signaled he had something to say. The chatter faded as every eye turned to him, the air shimmering with the anticipation of family ritual.
He smiled, his gaze lingering on Delphini, "Before we scatter off for the day, I want to take a moment to wish Delphini the very best as she heads off to Hogwarts. You're about to begin a chapter filled with magic—of the sort you'll find in books, in classrooms, and most importantly, in the friendships you'll build and the courage you'll discover in yourself. Remember, you're never alone, not with all of us behind you."
There was a chorus of "Hear, hear!" and the table erupted into a wave of enthusiastic smiles. One by one, her cousins leaned in to offer their own send-offs.
Jake grinned, "Don't forget that Gryffindors have more fun—and if you need any help finding your way around, owl me! I practically memorized the corridors thanks to Uncle Sirius' stories."
Alex, ever precise, added, "And if your Transfiguration homework ever troubles you, I'm only a letter away. Just remember neatness counts."
Sarah, her curls bouncing with excitement, chimed in, "Try every dessert at least once! I promise the treacle tart is life changing."
Dorea, always the joker, winked, "And if you see a poltergeist, don't challenge it to a duel. Trust me."
Dominique, her expression earnest, said, "Write often. We'll want to hear every tiny detail."
James, bright-eyed, offered, "If you ever feel homesick, remember to look at the stars. We're all under the same sky."
Saraya, shy but sincere, mumbled, "You're braver than you think, Delphini."
Edgar, the prankster, flashed a mischievous grin, "If you need supplies for mischief, you know who to owl. Just don't get caught—unless it's worth it."
Roxanne, rolling her eyes at her brother, squeezed Delphini's hand, "But seriously, have fun. And don't let these lot lead you astray."
Victoria, with a rakish smile, declared, "If you take after Father, you'll be the talk of the school by Halloween."
Yanyu, quieter, reached over to give Delphini's shoulder a reassuring squeeze, "If you ever want company in the library, I'll save you a spot."
Finally, Rickard, arms folded, shrugged in a manner that tried for nonchalance, though his ears had gone pink. "Just… don't forget where you came from, yeah? And don't let them push you around." He looked away, but Delphini caught the glimmer of honest affection in his eyes.
Delphini sat, cheeks glowing with warmth, her heart brimming with gratitude. She felt the send-offs settle over her like a cloak—bright, protective, and stitched with laughter and love. For the first time, she truly saw herself not as an outlier, but as part of this boisterous, loving tapestry. And as the table burst into laughter and the clatter of clearing dishes, Delphini smiled, feeling ready for whatever Hogwarts—and life—would bring.
Uncle Harry stood after they had finished eating with a smile, "Well, best get your things Del, it's time to go."
After one last tearful goodbye with her aunts and cousins, Delphini and Harry apparated into Kings Cross Station where the Hogwarts Express awaited the students. Delphini, seeing it for the first time, was in awe and she could feel the warm magic in the air, making her wonder if Hogwarts felt the same. As they were walking to hand off her trunk to one of the workers, Del noticed many of the adults and kids look at her uncle in reverence that she heard used to be reserved for Albus Dumbledore. She smiled to herself, she might only see Uncle Harry, but the world saw The Man Who Conquered, Chief Warlock of the Wizengamot, lord of multiple houses, and the most powerful wizard of the age. She decided that one day, people would look at like that and not in fear like her…father.
Once her trunk was safely in the hands of a station porter, Harry guided Delphini through the bustling crowds, her backpack slung over one shoulder and Archimedes' cage cradled carefully in her arms. The platform doors loomed ahead, shimmering with the promise of new beginnings. Harry paused, drawing Delphini into a gentle embrace, his warmth grounding her amid the flurry of nerves and excitement.
"Ready, Del?", he asked softly, searching her face with those steady, comforting eyes.
Delphini's fingers tightened around the leather strap of her bag, "Uncle Harry… what if I'm sorted into Slytherin?" Her words tumbled out in a hush, heavy with the anxiety she'd carried for months, "What does that say about me?"
Harry's brows lifted, and for a long, thoughtful moment, he considered her. Then he smiled—the kind of smile that made the worries in her chest ease just a bit, "Del, your house at Hogwarts doesn't define you. It's just a name—a tradition." He crouched a little so they were eye-to-eye, lowering his voice to a conspiratorial whisper, "You know, the Sorting Hat takes your choice into account. It listens to what you want. But more importantly, the qualities of a house are shaped by the people in it, not the other way around. You'll make your house proud, whichever it is, simply by being yourself."
Delphini blinked, recalling the words her uncle had always impressed upon her, as familiar and comforting as an old jumper: there's nothing more important than the freedom to choose one's own path.
A tremulous, grateful smile broke across her face, tears pricking at the corners of her eyes, "Thanks, Uncle Harry."
Exchanging quiet "I love you's" one last time and giving Uncle Harry a fierce, lingering hug, Delphini finally turned toward the waiting train. With a deep, steadying breath, she boarded, heart fluttering with anticipation. The corridor pulsed with the chatter and laughter of students old and new, trunks rattling and owls hooting in their cages.
She found an empty compartment, and within moments, a few other first-years joined her—nervous, bright-eyed, each radiating that peculiar mix of excitement and uncertainty. They smiled, shy but genuine, and one offered to help lift Archimedes' cage onto the rack.
As the train's whistle sounded and the platform began to slide past in a blur, Delphini pressed her face to the window. She spotted Harry's familiar figure in the throng, waving with a brilliant, proud grin. She waved back, her spirit buoyed by the certainty that he would always be there, even as the distance between them grew.
The city fell away, fields unfurled in green and gold, and the train rushed toward a horizon shimmering with promise. For the first time in a while, Delphini felt the heavy weight of old shadows lift. The fear that had once clung to her heart loosened its hold, replaced by a quiet, dawning hope. She was no longer defined by the past, nor chained by the legacies of others.
Surrounded by laughter and the warmth of newfound friends, Delphini realized that she was stepping into her own story. And as she gazed out at the passing countryside, her heart swelling with gratitude and anticipation, she understood—hope and love, woven together, were the greatest magic she could ever carry with her.