Little Augurey {Delphini Riddle}

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Narcissa Malfoy realised, that keeping the child was a mistake.
A self-inflicting curse she brought to her family. She and Lucius had, by a scrape of luck, escaped a sentence to Azkaban. She thought, after the Second Wizarding War ended, that she would be severed of all ties with the Dark Lord she once served. But Narcissa was wrong, again-- as she was seventeen years ago. Indeed, coming home to her sister's crying baby wasn't what she had expected.
She should have gotten rid of a baby long ago. It wouldn't be messy, just a simple, painless death.

But it was too late, now. She watched as Delphi grew, somewhat to solomn for her youth. Narcissa cursed herself for not having the heart to do it, she wished she had the confidence like her sisters. She wished she didn't have the pity. For it would make them all suffer. 

Delphi knew, from the beginning, that the Malfoys hated her. She watched, at their stone cold faces as an infant, as they did nothing but merely keep her alive; Then a child, which they became more bitter towards.

She was hidden away in the attic of Malfoys' Manor, and given three meals a day. She had no company, of course, and never met other children, wizards or otherwise. The days she spent were on the dust eaten floor of the small room, making little noise as possible, occasionally coming across a doxy or the whisper of the gaul. But on most days, she mostly sat, muttering her despair and ingrown fury. And they replied, the small, dark voices inside her head, eating away her mind. In fact, Delphini Riddle may have gone insane if it wasn't for the encounter with Rodolphus Lestrange.

One Spring morning, a few years after the war, there was a knock to be heard outside the Malfoys' door. 
It was Narcissa, who opened the door, wand lit and drawn. It took a couple of moments for her to recognise the man: He looked insignificantly different, apart from a few more grey hairs and a shaggy beard, his eyes seemed glassy, as if the dementors had washed them out. But even with his jail sunken face, his shadow stood tall against the crack of dawn emerging from behind the woods. 
At the sight of her, his mouth twitched, showing the ghost of a smile.
"Narcissa. What a pleasure." said Rodolphus Lestrange.

The woman said nothing in return, she shone the light, one more time at his face. Then, with a flick of her hand, ushered him in.

Delphi was awake too. For the girl never really slept, always keeping one eye open, like a wild being. She was an observant child, often catching slips of conversations from the landing. They were usually from old friends; or Ministry men, as they called themselves, discussing in low tones with Lucius.
Delphi noticed,  none of them were about the past Narcissa refused to tell her about, none explained why the Malfoys were so cold and secretive to her. all of those meetings were casual, so normal, like a family who didn't keep a child in their attic.

Though this one was anything but.

She could hear the man's footsteps now, walking in time with her aunt's. Without a sound, she leaned against the floor, fully awake and alert.

Rodolphus' eyes ran over the gleaming marble floors of the manor house, nodding, as if gathering his lost memories.
"Well, well. You've kept this place running better than ever." 
"What are you here for?" The woman replied coldly, firmness in her voice as she glanced shakily at her brother in law. 
"Me?" he chuckled in his cracked, husky voice. It sounded foreign, as if something he didn't do for a long time. "I'm here for the girl Cissy."

Delphi held her breath, still unsure, and waited for him to continue.

Rodolphus narrowed his eyes, his voice even lower than before, "I'm here for Bella's child."