AN: Are we clear of everyone who has not seen/read the Cursed Child yet? Last warning. By the way, you can thank the guest reviewer for advising me to be the summary up that we have now.

Here's the real summary:

Delphi Riddle is getting the re-write she deserves. What if Delphi got a chance to be the hero? One day in her past will change her trajectory, or will it? Join Delphi on her journey through Ilvermorny School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, in a tale of love, legacy, and friendship.

Because in any other universe, Delphi would be a Hero Protagonist.

The Rowles were an ancient family that prided themselves on being pureblood wizards, thank you very much. They lived in a manor in England off the coast on a small island they'd owned forever.

Euphemia Rowle was a woman who wore the finest materials she laid her sharp green eyes upon and prided herself on her impeccable charmwork and ability to foretell events. Her husband, Thorfinn, was a well-built man who repaired and extended upon the manor in his spare time. Their darling twin daughters, Freya and Ondine, had grown up to be metal-charmers and brought plenty of gold into the vault to support their luxurious lifestyles.

Indeed, the manor appeared to be a happy place where luxury and well-doing purebloods abounded. Absent from the family portraits and the dinners at the Walpurgis Club was the child who lived in the attic.

The child was a girl by the name of Delphi, and those who knew of her existence whispered about what an odd girl she was. The shadows seemed to attract to her. When outside, snakes sought her out and talked to her-and she could talk back. One day her hair or eyes would randomly change color, and then the next it would be back to normal. She would whisper strange lines in the hissing language as she stared off blankly, and then act as if nothing had happened.

Euphemia swore up and down that the girl was no good, not worth the steady stream of gold the Malfoys sent every month to keep her. The augury she kept in a cage cried whenever Delphi came near, and Euphemia declared gravely every time that it was predicting a sticky end for her ward.

Delphi played in her room to avoid her adoptive mother, but she was lonely. It felt like there was something missing from her life. Little did she know all that was about to change.

Delphi awoke as light streamed through the tall skylight right above her bed. She rolled over and pulled the covers over head. As she closed her eyes, however, she realized that she felt excited, as she did when the holidays came around. In a moment, it came to her.

It's my birthday! she said to herself. She sprang out of bed, and dashed to the calendar tacked up on the wall. June 30th, she read, then smiled. It most definitely was her birthday!

Her face then fell. Euphemia and Thorfinn never did anything for her birthday. If what she'd overheard in the study was true, the Malfoys sent extra money for her birthday, but she'd gotten nary a present. The only reason she ever learned her birthday was because Thorfinn would be particularly nasty and intimidating to her, calling her the worst mistake of his life. The twins would also rue her birthday as the day their perfect family was ruined.

That's alright, she thought. My friends will throw a party for me.

She smiled and looked to the old toys of Freya and Ondine that Thorfinn had tossed in her room as she'd gotten older. She took the pink stuffed lion, Rumbleroar, and set him on the bed with McGonagills, the plastic yellow tang that actually swam if you placed her in water. She gathered up Snake, Trelowlney, Squirrell, Lupus, and placed them on the bed as well.

"Thank you for inviting me back to Pigfarts, Rumbleroar," she said as she pulled out the old slightly-chipped tea set from under her ebony bed. She poured "tea" for the animals, and lifted her cup.

"Oh, Lupus, you're so nice," she said with a sigh in response to the floral wolf's kind words- I love you so much, Delphi. Won't you stay here and be my daughter? "But I've got to stay and battle the evil forces of the Augury."

Delphi couldn't help but giggle at her own joke, the augury being her enemy. If it weren't for Euphemia, she thought she'd rather like the old bluish-greenish-black bird. It's cry, while sad, was quite pretty to her ears. . .

Her reverie was broken by a sharp rapping at the door.

"Breakfast is ready, you little creep!"

Ondine's shrill voice pierced the air. Delphi scowled at the door. I'm not a creep! Or at least. . . I'm not trying to be. . .

"I'll see you guys later," she whispered, and she bounced off the bed and out the door. As she suspected, Ondine had ditched as soon as she had done her duty. Delphi quickly removed a panel and replaced it after she'd crawled through. Perhaps it only contributed to her eeriness, but she had figured out the location of several different passageways and used them to get around quicker.

In no time, she was in the pantry. She slipped out, dusted herself off, and skipped merrily into the kitchen. Owls crowded the feeders as they brought Freya's newspapers and Ondine's letters from her various boyfriends and girlfriends. Delphi petted the owls, enjoying the silky feel of their feathers when she noticed a letter that was unattached.

Upon closer examination, in emerald ink, her name was spelled out, along with the location of her bedroom. She gently detached it from the tawny owl's foot and examined the seal. She ripped open the letter, and her face stretched into a big grin as she read

Dear Miss Lestrange,

I wish to invite you to attend Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. Enclosed is a list of your school supplies. Return owl by August 1st. Term begins September 1st. We hope to see you there!

Sincerely,

Jada Angela

Deputy Headmistress

On behalf of Minerva I. McGonagall

First Order of Merlin

Headmistress of Hogwarts

"Delphi, Delphi, what are you doing?" Ondine shouted nervously as she ripped the letter from Delphi's small, soft hands. She read it quickly, the sharp green eyes she'd inherited from her mother quickly moving left to right.

"What is it, darling?" Euphemia asked softly, sensing something was wrong.

"The little freak's got a Hogwarts letter," Ondine said with a posh disgust, looking at Delphi as if she were some slug who couldn't understand her.

"Can I go, Milady?" Delphi asked, her round brown eyes pleading with the cruel heart of Euphemia. "I promise I'll study lots and I won't be weird and I'll make you proud!"

"Hmmm. . ." Euphemia appeared to be considering it as she took the letter from Ondine. "You promise you'll work hard and study every day?"

"I promise!" Delphi vowed eagerly, her eyes shining at a chance to leave the Rowle Manor.

"Then I suppose. . ." Euphemia drawled. "It's a shame, isn't it?"

Delphi's blood ran cold as Euphemia then ripped the letter to shreds with her perfectly-manicured talons. With a flick of her acacia wand, the shreds were in the fireplace.

"No," Delphi whispered, shell-shocked.

"As if we'd let you, the girl who hisses in her sleep and the one with the sticky end attend Hogwarts," Euphemia crooned cruelly. "And make an embarrassment of this family. Now take your breakfast and leave the real sorcerers to eat in peace."

Turning bright red, Delphi took her plate and took the long way up the spiraling stairs and dark hallways as she bit back the tears.

In her room, she set down the plate, slammed the door behind her, and flopped on her bed to cry.

"I-I was so close, Lupus," she sobbed as she hugged the stuffed wolf. "I-I almost got my chance to l-leave and prove myself. A-And I ruined it."

She forced herself to sit up.

"N-No Snake, m-maybe she's right. Maybe I-I am just going to be e-evil and come to a sticky end," she sniffled.

With the dramatic timing that only happens in fairy stories, a Great Horned Owl descended the circular skylight, and dropped a letter onto Delphi's lap.

Curious, she examined the cranberry and royal-blue Gordian knot seal. She turned it over in her hands.

Delphini Lestrange, Rowle Manor, England, the Attic.

She ripped open this letter, curious as to where it was fromHer heart thudded against her chest as she read the contents.

Dear Ms. Lestrange,

This is an unusual situation, but we at Ilvermorny would like to offer you a spot at our prestiged school. You may be in England, but you are related (distantly) to our beloved Founder and first Headmistress, Isolt Sayre. If you would like to attend, please send a reply by July 31st. The term begins August 29th. We hope to hear a reply.

Sincerely,

Mafalda Calderon Boot

Dean of Admissions

Lilias Clary

Head Dean of Ilvermorny