Andromeda Tonks

[florence-wilson]

Florence didn’t care if Andromeda felt like she was a monster. If she did, she was in control of her feelings. She could choose to believe otherwise, or she could change her behavior to make herself feel better. But to feel as if she were vilified was to miss the point of their argument entirely. Florence wanted a simple answer, a simple truth. She wanted to know if Andromeda took the stakes seriously, or if she were only fighting because it was a battle that impacted her personally. “Maybe you don’t get it. And maybe you can’t get it. You’re in this for your husband and for your daughter, and that’s a noble cause. I won’t sit here and pretend otherwise. But where were you before them? Who’s side were you fighting on behalf of before you fell in love? If it weren’t for Ted – if he didn’t exist – where would you stand? Don’t act like your morals don’t come from a place of personal investment. I’m not asking you to be perfect. I’m asking you to own up to the places in which you fall short.” She could hear her own voice rising. She knew she was too hot tempered, that sooner or later she was going to say something that she would regret. And yet, Florence didn’t stop herself. She couldn’t. Not until she felt like she had won. “If you died, it would make a statement. You can think about this as an individual cause, or one that benefits you and Ted and your daughter directly, but it’s more than that. This is all so much bigger than you. So stop taking it personally. Let the people who are actually impacted by your actions show our frustration, and don’t get mad at us for doing so. For once in your life, shut up and sit down and defer to someone whose life has always been on the line before you make this worse or more confused for everyone else.” She paused. “And by the way, if you feel like a monster, maybe that’s something you should take up with yourself.”

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The problem for Andromeda was that before Ted she hadn’t known there was a problem. She hadn’t known there was a problem. To naive young Andromeda whatever her parents said was obviously truth to her she didn’t know any better until she had met the most gorgeous man that she had ever seen who opened her eyes to the injustice of the world. “I didn’t know there was a problem before Ted, before him I was more worried about pleasing my parents. All I ever wanted was to have my parents approval and love just like any child wants. The moment I knew just what my parents and their friends were up to everything changed for me. So yes I am in this because of Ted, but I wouldn’t have known there was a problem without him. But I guess it makes me a piece of shit for not naturally knowing what was going on outside the world I was forced to be confined in. But I guess the details don’t matter now do they?”

Andromeda didn’t hold back on her reaction as she glared towards the woman, “And so you would rather a daughter grow up motherless and bring hell down upon our cause for a statement? You truly are heartless,” She bit back unable to stop herself. “If you’re allowed to be affected by my actions you can’t expect for me to not be affected by yours. Maybe you should be one to look in the mirror before you start pointing any fingers, darling,” the last word came out much more dark than she intended. “But I don’t think you know how to admit being the bad guy you have to be the damned martyr.”

[hcstia-joncs]

The comment came from a place of love, which Hestia had to appreciate. Of all the people in her life who had been supportive, Andromeda was the one person who put her words into action, who truly tried to help her out when she was in her time of need. A simple ‘thank you’ would never suffice, and as such, Hestia wasn’t sure if she could ever truly repay Andromeda for the kindness that she’d provided. “I miss the steady paycheck, but that’s about it. You’re right, though. It wasn’t anywhere close to a healthy work environment.” She laughed, finishing paying for her coffee before turning back to her friend. “And I know I’ll never have to create something entirely on my own. You’ve been beyond wonderful through all of this, and I know that I wouldn’t have made it to this point without you.” Her smile remained steady. “For now I might have to, but I won’t in the long run. I promise. How is she, by the way? Bubbly and outgoing as always? I’ll have to stop by and say hello. I’ve been too preoccupied lately, and I miss her. All of you, actually. The whole Tonks family.”

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Andromeda had always believed that she could never expect her daughter to be a person of her word if she didn’t lead by example. She always had to make sure that she was being the best person she could be for Dora’s sake, but she also did it for the people in her life. There was enough darkness in the world without her having to add to it. Instead she did her best to do the opposite and put something more positive into the world. Hestia was a special case though, she was a person that Andromeda would go out of her way in order to help. “You deserve a good and healthy work environment to be in,” She reminded her friend believing in her. She was touched by her friend’s words as stepped closer forcing her into a warm hug for a moment, “I love you, and I will always be here to cheer you on But I know that you would do the same for me, Hes. There’s no doubt in my mind about that. “She’s still her same normal self thankfully. As cheerful and happy as can be. I don’t know where she gets her positive self from honestly. The whole Tonks family misses you though, my dear.”

[xen-lovegood]

August, 1979 Open 

Xenophilius stared at the letter in his hands. His father didn’t know he had taken it. Hell, Obadiah didn’t even know Xeno had seen it on their last trip home. But the Ministry seal was cause to draw attention, particularly when his father was acting stressed out and his mother kept worrying her lip. Obadiah wasn’t the friendliest person to have walked God’s green earth, but his mother? Debbie had never rushed him out of the house before. A quick spell had brought the spell into his hand, tucked out of sight by his leather jacket. They didn’t need to know he knew.

But he could see why they hadn’t told him. An official warning from the Ministry about use of magic in front of a muggle. Plenty of phrasing thrown in about ‘strenuous times’ calling for ‘more conscientious behavior and responsible use of magic.’ From the sound of it, it wasn’t the first letter his father had received recently either.

“He’s always use magic around her,” Xeno said, their ringed fingers picking at their lips. “Always. It’s always been in the house. And they’re married for Merlin’s sake. It’s not like she’ll tell anyone. She loves him. She loves both of us. She wouldn’t tell anyone about the wizarding world, not anyone that doesn’t already know. She’s already kept it a secret for more than two decades, even from her own family. Why- Why are they saying this? Why are they doing this now? They can’t just … dictate who we act in our own homes.”

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Andromeda wouldn’t dream of saying that she was anywhere near close to Xeno, but she did know him a bit through Marlene. Although it would take a truly blind person to miss the pure heart that the man had. The young mother wouldn’t mind having an influence like him around for her daughter to look up to as she grew. She knew that if anything they would be lucky to have more people like him. Maybe that was why when she noticed the look on his face that she paused knowing that the concern she had would have been etched into her face for the world to see. Nothing involving the ministry meant good news anymore.

It didn’t take a genius to piece together what was going on and her heart felt. It was a fear any of them had anymore. There was the constant fear of Nymphadora doing magic in front of Ted’s parents leaving them in the cross hairs, but it seemed so much worse when it came to those that were married to muggles. If they hadn’t turned yet, she doubted they would. Why couldn’t the ministry see that? Right. They were seeking every reason to rid the world of anyone that wasn’t pureblood. 

It made her blood boil knowing how anyone would feel fearful over those letters. “You know why they’re doing it,” She assured him quietly knowing her words wouldn’t help him, “They’re ran by monsters that don’t care about families but rather blood purity. And this is the one thing that they can get a lot of people on. But as a part of Aversio we’re not going to let them harm your parents. We’ll figure out how to keep them safe.”

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The Tonks residence August 29, 1979 @dromeda-tonks

The sun had begun its descent over the horizon, leaving streaks of pink and orange in the sky in a way that had Lily nostalgic. She had always loved sunset, even before Hogwarts; the days she had spent running about with Petunia, being called inside after dark were the happiest memories she had. Back before her magic manifested and made her nothing more than a freak in her sister’s eyes. Seeing sunset now always left a bittersweet taste in the young witch’s mouth; peaceful in many ways, but with the war getting worse and her separation from the Evans family growing more for their security, it was hard not to yearn for the days before magic again. At its crux, there was very little in Lily’s life that she would ever change, but it was hard not to miss sometimes. Even if there was no looking back now.

Pulling her from her reprieve was the excited babble of Nymphadora, chattering away as Lily dropped into a chair at the Tonks kitchen table. It was an impromptu visit, something she always tried to avoid if possible – dropping in without warning always seemed to cause concern, at least now in the midst of war. Truthfully, there was nothing wrong, no reason for Lily to be dropping by with bad news or stress of what was to come. Her motives for the visit were genuine, even if albeit they did stem from something bleak. Andromeda’s captivity with the Ministry was something that had thrown the redhead for a loop, had caused Remus and James alike to hear her irritable rants on the subject while trying not to feed into Sirius and his own upset. How anyone could imagine that Andromeda Tonks had anything to do with the crude acts that she was accused of was complete rubbish, and she knew it. 

When the news finally reached her that the woman had been released and let home, Lily did her best to keep her distance. Instinct screamed to find her immediately, to see if she was okay, both as a Healer and a friend. It couldn’t be helped, the woman was good; she had made a sacrifice Lily could only respect, leaving her family for someone she loved. Not just anyone, a Muggleborn, one of her own, unlike the Purebloods of the Black’s world. She tried, truly, to keep her distance and allow Andy a moment to reconnect with Ted and their daughter before throwing herself into their lives; plenty others would waste no time with it, she knew, and even without a child, were the situation reversed and James had only been released, Lily would want a moment to breathe without everyone crowding around them herself. But eventually she couldn’t help it, the castle had become too grey and desolate, leaving Lily Evans desperate for a moment’s reprieve. “I’m sorry, I know, shouldn’t have shown up unannounced.” She spoke, taking advantage of the quiet moment, as Dora ran out of the kitchen to search for something. “I only wanted to see you, how you’re doing. Maybe lend a hand with the mad little one you have.”

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Andromeda had been grateful at first for the distance that people had given her and her family. It had meant that she had time to just curl around her daughter that constantly kept pushing her mother away whenever she got in the way of whatever art project the small girl seemed to be working on. Nymphadora was of course happy to have her mum home again, but the little girl seemed put off by the constant physical affection that her mother seemed to want to force her into. However when Teddy returned to work there was a sense of fear that constantly took over the woman the moment he left them alone. What if they came again while he was gone and took her away without anyone knowing? It wasn’t like she could reach out to anyone though and mention those fears. Everyone else had so much going on in their lives that she didn’t want to add to any of them.

Of course she knew that if she told her friends that they would jump at being there for her, especially considering she knew that she would do the same for any of them. Relief had washed over her though the moment that she had seen Lily. Of course her excitement though failed to compare to the excitement of her daughter when she saw her aunt. Andromeda would have been more surprised though if Nymphadora if she even so much let go of Lily much less out of her sight. Dora was constantly worried about the people in her life and if she would see them again, and as much as Andromeda wanted to give that comfort to her little girl but she knew that she could never lie to her in that way. She hated that her little girl had to already have those fears in her life. She shouldn’t have to have those concerns at the age of only six, and she knew that. She hated herself for putting her girl through that.

A sense of relief melted through her body as she watched her daughter bounce away with a cheerful smile as she went to find something that she wanted to show off to Lily leaving the two women alone for the moment. She didn’t even bother to look at the woman as she rolled her eyes. “Lils, you know better than to believe even for a second that I see you anywhere near a burden,” Andromeda reminded her. The woman finally turned around smiling as warmly as she could manage in the moment, “You’re always welcome here. Notice or not, the door is always open to you. If I’m being frank with you though I was beginning to go stir crazy with no visitors and I know that Dora is honestly so tired of having only me as her source of entertainment. Really you’re doing as a huge favor by stooping by to see us.” Without much concern she walked over in order to wrap the woman up in a warm hug, “You’re family. You never need to give me a head ups that you’re going to be stopping by. Wouldn’t you say the same to me?” She asked her curiously.

[hcstia-joncs]

Hestia sighed as she took a slip of paper that was dangling off the poster at the cafe. Looking for jobs wasn’t easy… and looking for a job when she’d so recently and so publicly been fired from her last one was even worse. But sitting at home would only get her so far, and she really did need to start actively looking if she wanted to get anything any time soon. She was considering taking up the job that Andromeda mentioned at the hospital, if things got desperate enough. Putting the slip of paper into her bag, Hestia got in line to order herself a coffee. It wasn’t an expensive way of treating herself, but it definitely helped her feel a little better nonetheless. “Is it crazy to admit that I don’t even miss my old job that much? I mean, besides the paycheck,” Hestia admitted to the person standing behind her, not even sure who they were. “It was exhausting.”

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Nymphadora was busy having a play date with her aunt Lily which gave Andromeda a few hours to herself, a much needed break that she needed if she was being honest with herself. She hadn’t expected to see Hestia out and about though as she stepped into a line to grab a coffee before she ran her errands. “You mean anyone would miss working at the prophet?” Her friend teased her with the smallest of smiles. “Honestly you were always better than that place to begin with. There’s going to be something special and incredible out there it’s just a matter of either finding it or creating it yourself,” she promised. She would have offered to pay for her coffee if she didn’t know that her friend’s pride would have been hurt. “But don’t just settle for any pay check. Make sure it’s the right one. And you’re always welcome to come be a nanny for your niece.”

[florence-wilson]

She wanted to feel the same pity that she had when Andromeda had been taken. She wanted to feel bad for the woman, to admit that she cared deeply for the cause, if not for her own sake, then for the sake of her husband and her child. But something inside of Florence still felt bitterness towards Andromeda. She hated that the woman was able to escape, seemingly unscathed. She hated that no matter what the woman had been through, Florence would have been through worse if she’d been captured. And that hatred took precedence over her pity. It had to. She felt her blood boiling at the suggestion that Andromeda was capable of caring as deeply as Florence was, that she was giving up just as much as some Pureblooded witch who willingly abandoned her family and chose to bring hardship onto herself. “I think that your death would be worthless to the cause, and that given the opportunity, you would lay down on the sword anyway without fully understanding the consequences of your actions. I think that no matter how hard you try to understand what your husband is going through… what your daughter is going through… you’ll never be able to fully grasp what it means for people like us.” While Andromeda had a point, Florence wasn’t eager to let the woman know as much. “It isn’t the same thing. You made a choice. You have a certain level of privilege that you can never wash away. I have to earn every bit of respect that I can get in the Wizarding World, but you – people would respect you whether you stayed with your family or you abandoned them. It’s hardly the same thing at all. Even if you aren’t safe everywhere you go, imagine having that be your entire life since you were a child. What makes you think I’m not one of those people?”

[dromeda-tonks-blog1]

Andromeda knew that she could never understand what it was like to be a half blood or even a muggle born witch. She could never fully grasp what it was like for them in a world where it was dangerous, but she tried. She tried to understand just what her daughter would be going through, or how she could make it any easier for her child. Yet it felt like wherever she turned there was a chance of finding someone that hated her purely for her blood status or her family. She didn’t mind that part except she had to see how they regarded James Potter as more of an equal. That’s where her infamous Black temper flared up. She knew though that people that mattered; Teddy, Lily, and so many others that it didn’t matter. It was just the people like Florence herself that she wanted desperately to prove herself to her.

“Why would I willingly die if it does nothing? Except make my husband a widow and my daughter motherless?” She snapped unable to help herself. If it would change anything she would at least think over it, but it wouldn’t. Except to make things worse. Florence may hate her, but even she had to admit that it was best for her to stay alive. Even if the woman did have a point she wouldn’t admit it. She did have a privilege that she couldn’t wash away but she tried to only use it for good and to be there for the people that needed her to raise her voice against the injustices. She couldn’t imagine what her life had been like even though as a child she saw first hand how much she disliked the way her family treated others. “You may want to accuse me of being on a white horse above you all, but I’m not the one that acts like it. I’m trying. Every day I’m putting in the work to understand more, find where we can use my family ties to make a difference. You don’t have to acknowledge it, but I won’t let you make me feel like a monster.”

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marliism‌:

hope was meant to be some bright beacon, shining vibrantly in the distance for all to see, then Marlene was certain her light had long since been snuffed. It had been different before – she had been different before. Once utterly carefree and full of life, determination, and little regard for anything outside the scope of her own understanding. Even in a home that was more so cold and uncatering to her personality, the redhead had always found ways to be unapologetically who she was. It was second nature to her, just as riding a broom or casting a spell. Marlene was who she was, and had never cared much otherwise. Her decisions were hers and hers alone, little to stand in the way of them. That was how it had always been…and she had gotten good at pretending nothing had changed. To the untrained eye (meaning to say, those other than Xenophilius or even perhaps Marcus) nobody would be the wiser unless she outwardly said so. But things were different, whether Marlene wanted to admit to them or not. Her time in captivity had changed her. Damaged her. Turned her into little more than a shell she was still fighting to regain a home inside of.

The war had stolen so much and despite Marlene’s efforts to remain optimistic, however vain they were, there didn’t seem to be any end in sight. Millicent’s place within the Ministry had been stolen. Amelia Bones was no longer…Amelia Bones. The Prophet was gone, a Dolohov was dead, to say nothing of the never-ending body count in the Muggle world that was undoubtedly rising by the day. It was nauseatingly horrifying, and more often than she cared to admit, Marlene fantasized about running back to France. Or, hell, even further away; somewhere untouched by war, where her very name wasn’t cause for looks of pity from anyone nearby. Marlene McKinnon was marked forever as a victim of war – that poor girl, they said; everyone regarded her differently now, as if she could shatter at any given moment. Maybe they were right. Maybe she didn’t want to admit it, didn’t want to believe that Orion Black and Voldemort had stolen her essence for good. But it didn’t seem to be coming back anytime soon, and as things got worse, Marlene grew more afraid. Lionhearted and brazen as she was, fear never boded well in her small body; especially now.

It was blatantly selfish and pathetically desperate, Marlene’s attempts at finding a shred of optimism wherever she could. In the months since her return, very few people had seen true honest vulnerability from the McKinnon, and she preferred it that way. Keeping her fears and pain bottled away where nobody could see it, where it could never be used to hurt her, had been instinct for years. After so much torment, it had only strengthened, and now there was no end to the internalization in sight. Why had she sought out Andromeda, when the woman had enough problems to worry about, given recent events? She could have just as easily found Sirius, who would have undoubtedly welcomed her into whatever he was doing now for a distraction. Or better yet, Xen, who could read her cues without even trying…and yet she had gone to Andromeda. The woman that had been there every day when she was in St. Mungo’s, being treated by Ted. Someone who looked too much like the sister that had harmed her alongside of Orion. You really are a fuckin’ glutton for punishment, aren’t you? “I don’t really…need anythin’ much. With everything that’s going on, Amelia, the Prophet, Antonin– ‘s a fucking lot.” She spoke, a sigh breathing into the words. “And Dumbledore’s doing what Dumbledore does best, not giving any sort of answers or plan. I don’t know what to do, all this shit is gettin’ worse. How do you stand it?”

Andromeda knew that she was far from the most optimistic witch in the world. If anything she was probably closer to the other end of the scale, but it was something that she kept to herself. She knew that those around her had more than enough on their plates than to worry about her or what she was going through. Between the war and everyone’s personal lives she was the least of anyone’s worries as she should be. She simply wished that there was more that she could do for those around her, but especially everyone that was put through literal hell. There was one thing to be held away from her family for a few days, and yet something completely different from the actual torture people like Marlene and Amelia were put through. Her uncle Orion had been far from her favorite person even as a child. He was a terrifying figure even before she had known what he was capable of, and now there was no doubt for her that she was right in making sure that she never had to raise children around them. She could only imagine the horror that raising any children near them would have caused. She may have missed her sisters but knowing her uncle and parents would never hurt her daughter to bring some comfort. 

Yet there were people that believed for some reason that Andromeda was somehow stronger than others. Personally though she never saw it. She couldn’t see past her own issues or her own fears. It was all things that she put behind her though knowing that the people around her needed for her to focus on them. It was always something that she didn’t mind because it gave her something else to focus on that wasn’t the war. It was too easy to get swept up in the stress of the war or what the world was becoming around them, but having people to love gave her something good to focus on. It gave her hope that there were still better people out there than what the news often portrayed. She only hoped that her own daughter would grow into a woman that only put good into the world, but with the world that she was growing up in she knew that it wasn’t likely. At best she would become a little hell raiser that questioned the universe into becoming better. Nymphadora was certainly a lot more spontaneous and rebellious than her parents were even as teens and she was barely out of her toddler stages.

Andromeda wouldn’t lie about the fact that she had no idea why Marlene had sought her out when she clearly had so many other options, but she wasn’t going to complain about it. Far from it actually if she was being honest. Instead her arms would always be open to the woman. It was the least that she could do considering what her family put Marlene through. Someone had to make up for the monstrous acts and the young witch was determined to be the one to do that. “It is a lot,” the woman conceding because even she was overwhelmed by everything their world was being put through she couldn’t imagine how everyone else was holding up with it. She knew that the red head said that she didn’t need anything, but she couldn’t help herself as she started to make her special brew of hot calming tea with a hint of whiskey. Her attention stayed on the woman as she turned her head back to look at her, “Honestly? The only thing that keeps me remotely sane is Dora. Which isn’t helpful for anyone else,” She pointed out knowing that she deserved an answer that would help her. “But it always helps me to keep others around me that I know love me and are there to remind me that there is some good still in the world, you know? That this isn’t for nothing when we still have each other.”

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florence-wilson‌:

Just because Andromeda could repeat talking points from Aversio’s leader didn’t mean that she actually understood them. Florence had a hard time believing that anyone from the Pureblooded world would ever truly understand how it felt to be Muggleborn in today’s world. Sure, Andromeda was married to a Muggleborn man. Her daughter was a halfblooded witch. The woman’s world was now different than it once had been, and that must’ve come with its own sorts of consequences. But for her to truly understand what it was like… to feel more than fear and worry for those she loved, but for her very existence for something that she could not choose, for something that she had been for the entirety of her life… that seemed unattainable. “You want to change the world. How noble.” The words came out just as harshly as Florence felt them and she felt little remorse for the poisonous tone behind her words. “You’ve only made things worse. You’ve compromised everything because of who you are and who you’re related to. Do you think that your family – your sisters – would hesitate to hurt you now? Your husband? Your daughter? You might think there’s hope for them yet, or that just because you’re soft that they will be too. But you won’t be able to change a damned thing if you don’t put your own life on the line and fight. Do something more than live a comfortable housewife lifestyle and support your husband from behind the front lines. The only way you’ll be able to secure your daughter’s future and your husband’s and anyone else’s is if you actually are willing to die for what you believe in. Something tells me that’s a sacrifice you’re not yet willing to make.”    

The longer that Andromeda sat there the more her heart constricted in her own chest to make the woman see that she was not her sisters. Andromeda was no longer a Black, and while in some ways that fact still hurt because it meant being cut off from her sisters a huge sense of relief came with it. She wasn’t them. She would never have to hurt anyone because their blood status was different from hers. And yet despite the good she tried to do for the world there were so many people that would never let her live down her birth name. Taking a deep steadying breath she turned to find her daughter knowing that the sight of her little girl would calm her down. As much as she wished that they would let her move on with her life the only opinions that truly mattered were the ones of her daughter and husband. 

“You don’t think that I would die for the cause?” She asked the woman as she turned her head to glance over at the woman. “If my death meant the ending of this war and do any good I would lay down my life without a question however the only thing my death would do would leave my daughter motherless and my husband a widow at best. At worst my death would be blamed on the cause and my family would use it as a reason to kill anyone and everyone without hesitation saying that it was for revenge for their broken hearts. My death isn’t what you want,” She assured her knowing already just how her family would react. There was a chance they didn’t care one way or another about what happened to her, but that wouldn’t mean they wouldn’t use her death to their advantage. “But something tells me no matter what I do there’s always going to be people that hold my birth name against me. Almost like when people hold your blood status against you. It’s facts about ourselves we were born to without a say in the world about it, and a fact that could easily get us killed. If you think for a second I’m safe no matter where I am you’re wrong. I’m sure there’s plenty of people in the Order or Aversio that would love a reason to kill me to prove a point. And the only reason the Death Eaters don’t put a hand on me is because I’m sure my father has told them I’m his to kill.” 

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hcstia-joncs‌:

A job that kept Hestia busy with menial tasks would never be enough for her. She needed something that challenged her, something that kept her mind churning, kept ideas running through her mind until she could turn them into something not only workable, but truly magical. She knew that she could do other things… but only writing would give her the kind of work that she truly enjoyed. She was more than happy for the conversation to switch to something else, though, and to push the idea of working at the hospital far out of her mind. Hestia nodded eagerly at Andromeda’s question. “I love kids,” she answered. Her smile was big on her face. “Like you said, Ted is always busy, and you must have a million and one things that you want to do… I know it can’t be easy when you have someone who always needs your attention.” She didn’t mean to say anything bad about Nymphadora or any other kids. But it was true. Even running simple errands became a complicated task when a child was involved. Surely Andromeda could use some kind of a break. “And you know that Dora and I get along, too, and that I could be there if… things came up. You don’t have to use me as a nanny often if you don’t want to, or if you think it’s a conflict of interest or anything… but it might be nice for her to get to spend some time with someone she already knows every once in a while. It’s just a thought.”

Andromeda was far from concerned about a conflict on interest if anything she knew that her daughter wouldn’t be safer with anyone else. She knew that Hestia would constantly make sure that her daughter wasn’t in any danger. “And working as a nanny for me you would have freedom to be able to write whenever you would need to be able to,” She reminded her knowing that would still be an important part of her friend’s life and she wanted to be sure that she wouldn’t be forced to give that up for anyone even for herself. 

The young mother watched as her daughter’s smile gave away how happy she was to be near her idol. “We could make a schedule to make sure that you still have time for yourself, but also to keep that little one on a schedule herself.” Perhaps Andromeda was a little insane when it came to keeping her daughter on a schedule, but it’s what kept things normal despite the insanity of the world around them. “I wouldn’t trust anyone else to watch her day in and day out though. I know that you would make sure she is constantly taken care of. It would only need to be for either three or four days a week whichever you’re more comfortable with. I just don’t want to push you into this even if I would absolutely appreciate it, and I know that clearly Dora would be over the moon having you here with her more.”

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sclinasapworthy‌:

Looking back, it was hard for Selina to believe that there had ever been a point in time where she had been practically afraid of Andromeda Tonks. Of course, back then, her only real indications of who the other witch was came from Hogwarts; the middle of the Black girls was always with Bellatrix, a known tormentor of those whose blood was ‘dirty’ in her eyes. Most Slytherins did, something that the Cherokee discovered very early on in her days at school. Childlike bullying happened whenever she was around them, but it was easy enough to ignore. Selina was smarter than the lot of them anyway, had ensured that much by the end of her first year. So, to them her blood would always be dirty; at least she had more going for her than money and ignorance.

Whatever reservations she had once had about Andromeda had dissipated within the first handful of times she saw the other, following their leave of school. Aversio had happened so quickly for Selina that it had been intimidating to realize others were also part of it, however few there had been at the time. They had both been so young then, and yet Andromeda was already a mother – and married to a Muggleborn, of all people. It was far too surprising, to say the last, and yet the respect that was born then spoke volumes. She was a wonderful mother then, and as war and time both continued, that too proved to be true every day. Still, Selina was certain that Andromeda didn’t see it, just as she undoubtedly didn’t see that she was the best friend Selina had ever found. The witch hoped someday, she would be able to prove Andy wrong about her self-perception. Even if it didn’t happen for years down the road.

“You’ve never argued me on it before, and I don’t plan on ever allowing you the chance to.” Selina shrugged, her tone matter-of-fact even with the hint of a grin in her eyes. That was one of the traits Andromeda held that she would forever appreciate; stubborn and argumentative as the woman could be in meetings, she never seemed to fight Selina on her actions. Glancing down at her niece with eyebrows raised, Selina let out a small laugh as she scurried off. “Getting messier every day, is she? And yes, I’m well aware; but when have you ever known me not to offer regardless of all that, anyways?” 

Andromeda knew that in Aversio there was plenty of people that feared her due to the family that she had been born into, but it was never something that she held against anyone. She knew the horrors that her family had done to so many especially considering that before she had left she had seen some of it first hand being forced to when she lived with her parents. It was never something that she had been comfortable with herself, but she knew besides Narcissa her family didn’t shy away from any of it. If anything they constantly sought it out especially her father and her uncle. They lived to torture and ruin those that they viewed as ruining their worlds. If anyone held their actions against her she wouldn’t blame them. She was the easy target.

It was all too easy to get swept up in everything for the young witch. Most days it felt like she was juggling far too many things without a chance to step back and take a deep breath for herself. For her there was never a chance to take care of herself when there was so much more to take care of. She couldn’t focus on herself when there were people she cared for that needed her more. It was too easy for herself to be lost in the rush of the world around her, and yet she constantly felt as if she wasn’t giving enough of herself. It was impossible for her to be able to step back and see herself as it was it’s why she needed those around her to pull herself out of her own head.

Andromeda was amused as she shook her head with a warm smile, “It keeps Dora safe. I can’t imagine ever arguing against anything that keeps that true.” It was honest considering that she knew Selina would never do anything that put her family at risk if anything she knew the woman would step in the way of danger to keep them safe. She had hope that it would never come to that though. “Messier isn’t even the beginning with her anymore,” She admitted in amusement as she shook her head turning her attention back to her friend, “I love you, but I can’t allow you to help. You deserve to have someone waiting on you.”

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toujoursdevoue‌:

Bellatrix could never remember a time, growing up, in which she hadn’t been inherently focused on both of her sisters. Andromeda and Narcissa were the world, the pinnacle of everything the woman was, the cause of every action she ever took. They had been hers long before they ever belonged to Cygnus and Druella; they were not only her sisters, but hers to keep. Perhaps seeing people as possessions than true members of society was unhealthy or even a little unhinged – but they had been the first things in her childhood to ever show her love. Bellatrix, far too stubborn and detached from basic human emotion, would of course never acknowledge that was the root of the issue. But it was. She loved them, would do anything to protect them. They were hers, and they were hers alone. It was always meant to be that way.

So when the day had come that Andromeda walked away, it had been a white hot knife straight through the ivory rib cage into what had at the time, still been a beating heart. That was the day Bellatrix realized love was an illusion, something that was more harmful than it could ever be worth. The day she told Rodolphus she would in fact marry him was not long after, duty winning out, her desire not to be another face torn from the family tapestry taking over the desire for freedom. Her affections for Cissy had remained, the eldest of the Black sisters refusing to betray the youngest as so many others seemed so easily capable of doing. The pain she felt of Andromeda’s leave was masked behind anger, behind rage and a determination to cut all ties and move on as if nothing had happened. If Andromeda wanted to pretend she was not one of them, then so be it. Bellatrix wouldn’t convince her otherwise, when the choice to leave those that loved her had already been made.

Keeping her distance had been easy. Andy had left, decided that the love of her sister was not worth keeping. For that alone, Bellatrix had continued to live as if the traitor was nothing more than a spec of dust in her past. But she had become public knowledge, an enemy of the Ministry and the Order alike. A member of Aversio, terrorists involved in no shortage of violence; what a goddamned hypocrite, her pussy of a non-sister had become. It would no doubt be better, in the long run, to continue on as if Andromeda wasn’t being held. The Dark Lord trusted her to do what she felt best, and despite her strong desire to murder anyone that had stolen her sister away, impulsivity got the best of her. “Oh, I wouldn’t call it a pleasure.” She spoke, voice cold and harsh as she stared at the woman across from her. Once, they had been nearly like a mirror; now all Bella saw was a traitor, a stranger. Taunting remarks fell to her tongue like venom, threatening to spill over, but her temper had to be contained - for the time, at least. “And yet, here we are. Inside a building my husband and I control, full of people that believe you killed Antonin.”

There had never been a doubt in Andromeda’s mind that her older sister loved her, however she knew that she could never rely on that solely getting her through each day. It wasn’t something that was fair to either Bellatrix or Andromeda herself. She had to find a way to be able to be happy which was something that she had been able to find with Ted and the life they had created together. That didn’t make it easy however for her to be away from her sisters. They had been her life for so long but at some point she had learned about how blood status effected people outside of the society that she had been raised in, and seeing the way it hurt the man that she loved was the line that was drawn for her. She wished though that it hadn’t meant losing the connection she had with her sisters.

The only comfort that Andromeda had about putting her past and family behind her was the fact that she knew her sisters would be okay one way or another. They would always have each other which was what mattered the most to her when it came to leaving. There was no way that Bellatrix would allow anything to happen to Narcissa. There would no doubt be hell brought upon anyone that even looked at the youngest Black sister now. As for the disowned sister she knew that no one would ever replace her sisters. They were both their own people that she couldn’t imagine anyone coming close to again in her life. 

She knew that her sister viewed her as a traitor which she supposed was something she did deserve, but that didn’t mean that she wanted to show her emotions. She knew that Bellatrix always had a way to get under her skin, but she had hoped to at least keep her composure even when every fiber of her being sought out comfort at the sight of her big sister. “I didn’t murder anyone for the record,” Andromeda corrected her sister as she raised her eyebrows. “I wouldn’t. No matter how much I disagree with anyone you know how non violent I am.”

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hcstia-joncs‌:

Nowadays, Hestia was anything but busy. She spent a good amount of time searching for jobs… but other than that, she found herself doing menial tasks at the Order’s safe house. Cooking. Cleaning. Rearranging furniture. After a while, it all began to blend together, and definitely not in a good way. “I –” She wanted to turn down Andromeda’s offer; there were many open jobs that Hestia could have applied for, but what she really wanted to do was write. Now that she’d been fired from one of the most well-known publication in all of Wizarding Britain, she was nearly certain that was an impossibility. “Thank you.” Those were the right words to say – and it was better to be grateful than to turn down a friend’s genuine and kind gesture. “I can get you a CV to give to him if he needs one,” she offered in return. “Or if you know of anyone who needs a nanny, or if someone needs a cake baked for a party… I don’t mind doing small things here and there to make ends meet. I’m not above any job.” Though, truthfully, Hestia did find herself thinking she was above some jobs. This was the point in her career when she was meant to be building meaningful connections. Networking. There was no way that she would be able to build a viable future by working odd jobs or cleaning up after patients in Saint Mungo’s. “That depends on where the job is, though, doesn’t it? I’m afraid in the current political climate, I cant be certain of anything anymore.”

Andromeda knew that a job within the hospital wasn’t the ideal position to put her friend in, but at least it would be something that kept her consistently busy even if it was far from the talented writer’s calling. The witch had hope though that perhaps that a new publication would come up out of nowhere to replace the Daily Prophet, or at the very least rival it, and give her friend somewhere new to put her focus in to. That was the real hope that she had for her, because there was no way that she would ever be happy without being employed in some manner. Even if it was something that only kept her busy. Until then though she could do her best and offer her another form of distraction in herself and her daughter. If anything having the young girl around would keep her mind off of things for a few hours at a time. 

The mother perked up instantly at the mention of even possibly being interested in a nanny position but she tried to keep it to herself so that her friend wouldn’t feel obligated in anyway. “Are you serious about the nanny job though?” She asked curiously raising her eyebrows. “Because honestly I could use help with Dora. Ted is always busy with work, and between everything else I know I could use help with her rather than relying on everyone else it would be nice to have a steady person to come along and keep her busy while I do errands or clean or anything. I always feel awful having someone new almost every day.”

[whois-gilderoylockhart]

dismal descent | gilderoy&andromeda

[dromeda-tonks-blog1]

whois-gilderoylockhart‌:

Confessing his betrayal was an option that didn’t occur to the man. He could see the anger in Andromeda’s eyes and didn’t need to know of her talent in dueling to know that he didn’t want to be on the receiving end of her wrath. Instead, his mind raced with ways to avoid having to face the consequences of his actions, of names to give and offerings to make. “If you’re suggesting it was Amelia, I’m going to have to very respectfully say no comment,” He said. Like most of the things that escaped his lips, he didn’t think much before saying it. It was no secret that she and the Order didn’t see eye to eye any longer. “But if you want help, I’m more than happy to assist you in the investigation…” 

Despite her accosting, Gilderoy refused to so easily relinquish his act of innocence. “Do you really believe I would do that? Because I’ll have you know that I never think of myself, ever,” He insisted. Yet, as she continued, she unknowingly provided him with an excuse too perfect to pass up. With a sigh, he confessed, feigning dramatic guilt. “You’re right. It was me, Andromeda. I - I’m sorry, really. They threatened to hurt me if I didn’t give them a name, and I really thought that they’d go easy on you, because of your family… At least you aren’t hurt, right? You know it would have been worse if I had named someone like Florence, or Selina.”

Anyone that knew Andromeda understood that the easiest way to get to her heart was to point out that someone she cared about being put in harms way. It wasn’t something that she was ever okay with if anything she often got massively defensive wanting to make sure that they were taken care of. And she did care about Gilderoy which was why it was so hard for her to stay angry with him. If it had been anyone else put in danger she would have let it go, but it hadn’t been. It had been her daughter that was close to paying the price he hadn’t thought about when he put her name out there. “Dammit Gilderoy,” She groaned pinching the bridge of her nose knowing that he was messing with her but it was hard to stay angry with him when he did make several points that were at least somewhat accurate. 

“You got lucky that I’m not hurt,” She reminded him knowing that her intense glare had slowly dimmed to something less threatening as she unfolded her arms. “And the only reason that I wasn’t is because it would have killed Narcissa. Bellatrix wouldn’t have cared any less if I left the ministry still breathing or not. And what would have happened to my daughter then? She would have had to grow up without her mother. I love you, and I’m glad that nothing happened to you but what you did isn’t okay,” She reminded him raking her hand through her hair sighing heavily.

[dromeda-tonks-blog1]

xalectoxcarrowx‌:

Alecto had appreciated having the Black sisters around more than she was sure they knew. She loved her brother, had been glued to his hip from the very beginning. Yet it had always been a competition between the two, anything he did first she was quick to copy. Still it never seemed to be enough, even when she was the first to something they were always far more excited when he did it. The other girls had understood the irritation, whenever their parents got together they didn’t miss how he was coddled while they were ordered about. It was a reprieve to be with the three of them, to laugh and be with her friends without worrying what her parents or brother were up to.

Their house had always been an escape, especially when her parents were attempting to find her a match. Something they still worked to do, although it was different now that she was old enough to have her own life away from them. She didn’t need the marriage, and she had never been all that interested in marrying, love seemed a worthless emotion to her. She had her friends and family within the Death Eaters and anyone else was obsolete to her, worthless. She wished Andromeda had been as driven and determined as she and Bellatrix had been, perhaps this wouldn’t have happened. Bellatrix had found her own place within the ranks of the Death Eaters and marriage had come afterwards. All she could think was that at least Bellatrix and Narcissa had found relationships within their ranks, why couldn’t Andromeda have been the same?

Alecto had always thought of any emotion to be pointless, and yet she couldn’t deny the wave of emotions seeing Andy here. Part of her wanted to ask how her daughter and husband was, but she wouldn’t. The life Andromeda had chosen was a mistake, and their friendship could not withstand the weight of what was happening. She ground her teeth together, forcing back her own emotions. The truth was that she worried about Andromeda as well, because she believed in the end that the Death Eaters would win. What would become of Andromeda and her family? “I can imagine worse hells, chances are you’ll have the opportunity to get back to her eventually.” She sighed and shook her head. “If you don’t care about this war then why choose a side Andy? If you didn’t care you wouldn’t have chosen those people over your family!” She couldn’t help the disgust and irritation in her voice, her face pinched and strained. 

Andromeda wasn’t envious of the position that Alecto had been born into. Despite how much she loved Amycus she couldn’t imagine the pressure that her friend lived under constantly considering her own parents had always viewed him as their son too. The woman never once wanted to consider how much worse their lives would have been if she would have had a brother, but it wasn’t even so much her life that she worried about but rather her sisters. There was no doubt that the three of them would have never even been considered had Cygnus been able to produce that precious male heir he was after.

It was why she never minded taking Alecto under her wings whenever she noticed the pressure of the Carrow parents became too much. Of course she would bat her eyelashes and feed them a story about this ideal boy she just had to have the young girl meet. However it was always a lie just an excuse to get the girl away from her parents for a night while they thought she was being what they deemed the perfect child. It was all bullshit though if she was asked because no one followed their parents rules more than Alecto had except for when it came to her future marriage. Perhaps she was more protective than need be, but it wasn’t something that she could help. It probably came though from the fact that to Andy they seemed to be one in the same when it came to the way their parents viewed their obviously perfect siblings.

It could be argued that if anyone wanted to get under some of the higher up Death Eaters’ skin Andromeda was the person to send in. It wasn’t that she enjoyed the idea of it though, these people were still her family that she loved more than anything despite where they were in the war. “Just because I’m going to return home to my little girl doesn’t mean it’s easy to know that she’s currently laying in her bed probably crying and wanting to know where her mom went to,” She pointed out not meaning for it to come off mean if she did. “I didn’t make a choice, Alecto. At least not when it came to a side in this twisted war. I choose what made me happy, and I knew that I would never find it if I stayed. I love you all still, that never stopped for a second. I try to be as hands off as I can. I just want to give my daughter a good future and that’s making this war end.”

[florence-wilson]

There were plenty of things that people had to do. But for the life of her, Florence couldn’t think of a single reason why Andromeda had to. Getting married was a choice. Having a child was a choice. Doing all of this at this ill-conceived time of war was a choice. There was nothing commanding the couple consummate their marriage and conceive a child, and even if it had been an accident, the choice to be involved in the first place was. She knew that some people couldn’t control their urges, especially around those that they loved. But all the same, Florence couldn’t wrap her mind around any of Andromeda’s situation being anything but a deliberate path she had taken. “Yes, well, it’s rather brave of you to bring a child into this world when the future is so uncertain. I commend you for it.” Though, truthfully, Florence silently condemned the woman for it instead. “You have no idea what you’re talking about.” Florence didn’t think of her days at school as being filled with hardship. She avoided the people who otherwise gave her trouble. She didn’t let them have a place on her radar. When she had to, she spoke up against them, of course. But fear? That had been a factor prior to her first days at Hogwarts. “If she has anything to fear, it will be because she is related to the very people who wish to make her life difficult. Her experiences will be drastically different than mine simply because of who you are, not because of her blood status alone. Are you only a part of Aversio to fight for your daughter? Or have you actually tried to understand what other people might be going through?”

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Andromeda understood that most people didn’t understand the choices that she made when it came to getting married or having her daughter. However for her it was never about the perfect timing, because she knew if she waited for such a thing there was a possibility that it simply would never happen. Something would always happen keeping her from the future that she wanted especially with the no end in sight for the war. But she’d never say anything when it came to arguing with people about what they deemed as mistakes she made because she never saw them as mistakes. Maybe wrong timing, sure. But life was the way it was meant to be, which more often than not meant that it wasn’t perfect no matter how much people had wanted for it to be.

She felt her jaw lock up as she listened to the woman say that she was going to be the reason her daughter faced any danger. She had known that her biological family wasn’t the best, but she had to hope that even they would have enough emotions to avoid roping their niece into the war. “I want to change the world,” Andromeda told her stubbornly. “I want to make sure that no one else is killed because of their blood status. No one should have to worry if their husband or friend will come back from work because maybe today was the day they were hunted down like animals and tortured because of this damn war.”

[dromeda-tonks-blog1]

marliism‌:

The Order had been hopelessly naive, believing that their alliance with Aversio meant the end of the hardships. To think that just because a group of terrorists had aligned to the gleaming white horse of the Order of the Phoenix was stupid, and Marlene had been skeptical from the moment Dumbledore told her it was his plan. He and the rest of them had been naive, even if many had been skeptical; Marlene knew too well the things that Aversio could do. Her distrust was justified, whether anyone wished to say so or not. She knew, and while at the time it may have been good for morale, it was quickly subsiding. Aversio was not filled with monsters, that she knew personally, but there were enough bloodthirsty cretins leading them that it was easy to see the dangers. Even with Florence involved at the head of it, the man they answered to wanted chaos more than anything else. Marlene had only noticed too late.

Either way, their union hadn’t done anything to ease the concerns. Whatever peace had been forged, bridging the chasm between them within the castle, it hadn’t brought an end to the war. Far from it. Sending Cassandra out onto her own, followed by the revival of Amelia had been a thing to launch countless questions. Much as Marlene wanted her friends back in the castle, the both of them, the Order and Aversio alike didn’t trust Burke; as for Amelia, well, she had come back alive. But she wasn’t the same woman they all once knew. Volatile and angry, vengeful and chaotic, were the words used to describe the woman now; Marlene understood. She knew what had caused it more than anyone else, had experienced firsthand the things that had changed Amelia Bones. They were the lucky ones, having survived; Dorcas’ death was preventable, and yet, nobody had stopped it. Yes, they were alive – but they were not the same. Despite what anyone wished, Marlene McKinnon knew damn well they never would be.

It was for that reason, and that alone, that she could never fault Amelia for the harsh change that had taken over. She was crude and wished for revenge. The Death Eaters had killed a piece of her, whether or not her heart still beat inside the ivory cage in her chest. A piece of Marlene had been killed too, during captivity; there was no denying that, no matter how hard she tried to hide it. Xen saw it. Gilderoy saw it; hell, everyone fucking saw it even if the mask she wore had been expertly crafted. Amelia was allowed to be angry, her desire for fixture justified; but people were getting killed. Dolohov may have been no real loss, but the retaliation would come and it would be brutal when it did. However it came about, retribution wouldn’t be pretty. Whatever direction the war had been headed before the news of Amelia’s recovery, it was getting worse now. There wasn’t an end in sight.

She knew that Andromeda would understand. If anyone would, it was going to be the eldest of the so called ‘estranged’ Blacks. After her return from Orion’s captivity, it had been Andy that helped care for her, had brought her back from the brink well enough for Xen to take her home. And the brunette had never exactly been quiet about her opinions, that much Marlene knew. Even if she was no longer part of Aversio herself, she knew the woman before her. “Yeah, yeah, sure.” She nodded, clearing her throat. In form of anxious habit, her teeth dug into the inside of her cheek, already chewed raw from countless times biting down. Her nails had finally begun to grow back, from their jagged and bloody beds in her fingers; anxious habits were hard to break when you were constantly teetering on the edge of an abyss. “Long as it doesn’t wake her.” She added a moment later. Regardless of Marlene’s future, a constant blank in her mind, she did adore the Tonks kid, and plenty of the other children around. They were a bittersweet beacon, a reminder of what the war needed to end for and a terrifying risk of something to lose.

There were many things that Andromeda had wished she had known about before joining Aversio, because she would have made other choices than the one she had. She didn’t agree with the violence. All she had wanted was to make a difference in the world to create a safer world for her daughter to grow up in. She hated the idea that things were only going to get worse before they got better, but what killed her was the fact that the people she cared about were the ones being hurt. If there was any way that she would be able to protect each of them she would have. It was becoming too much for her to handle not knowing who was going to come home, and those who wouldn’t. There was something truly terrifying about never knowing which friends she was going to have to say goodbye to.

There was only so much that was in her control, which was never something that she was truly comfortable with. Andromeda was very much someone that needed to feel like she had some sort of grasp on the world around her and yet there was no way for her to do that when a war was starting to truly heat up. It probably would have been best to escape to the country side, but then she wouldn’t have the family that she had created out of friends. And there was the fact that she had always wanted to do everything she could to make her daughter proud of her. She never wanted to be seen as a coward that had run away when things got hard.

There was a protective side of the young witch though the came out whenever anyone needed to be cared for. She needed to make sure that everyone around her felt safe and secure if she could give that to them then maybe she could believe that there was still some type of good in the world. When she saw Marlene though it was even more intense than just protection that she felt. She supposed that came with more of feeling the special connection that she felt when the red head had come back from having to go through absolute hell. “She had a rough day of running away. I don’t think a train would wake that girl up tonight,” the mother promised wanting to take care of her. “What do you need from me?”

[dromeda-tonks-blog1]

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sclinasapworthy‌:

Selina had all but chewed her lip raw in recent days, teeth anxiously gnawing on the skin with every passing second. It seemed that they had taken a turn for the worst within the span of a few days. Amelia’s return to the land of the living, opposed to wherever it was that the Death Eaters had been holding her seemed like a win, at the time. Even when she had demanded Aversio take action. Burning the Prophet too, had seemed reasonable enough – they weren’t doing any good for the world, anyways; all of their so called news being nothing more than slander and lies that went against anything that could be construed as good. But then the senseless act of arson had resulted in someone’s head on a stick, among the rubble. That had seemed bad enough– and then Andromeda had been accused of orchestrating the entire thing.

Which was completely ridiculous, and Selina’s anger and frustrations had been battling her anxieties and concerns for days now. Every day, the sun rose and fell, and still the woman had yet to be released. It was infuriating and excruciating. There was nothing she could do to fix it, nor any answers that could be given to Dora about where her mother was. Having spent her entire life reaching for answers, being as smart as she could possibly be, not knowing was utterly infuriating. Especially now, what with the chaos that was happening within Aversio’s ranks, the tensions within that damned castle, with a little girl throwing more fits than Selina knew what to do with because she just wanted her mum. The witch couldn’t blame her. She wanted Andromeda back, too. 

Not knowing when, or if, Lestrange would even let her go was something Selina couldn’t shake. The dread solidified into her stomach, a nauseating boulder that wouldn’t leave. Because there was always that possibility, now; and Andromeda was a traitor in their eyes. If they had her in their grasp, Merlin knew what they were going to do. She paced the castle tirelessly, gaze fixated onto the stones beneath her feet. Dora had finally gone to sleep, too tired to argue anymore, leaving Selina to stalk along and no longer carry on as confidently as she had been with her niece. She would never let the child see her falter, wanting to be strong as possible, in times of such horror. When the wide doors finally creaked open, her head snapped up, and relief flooded through her at the sight. It wasn’t the time, she knew it, but for once Selina couldn’t help herself. Her body flew forward, far faster than her mind could comprehend, before she was clinging to Andromeda. “Interrogations will wait, I promise.”

Andromeda had known even in the ministry that things could have certainly been a lot worse for her. It would have been all too easy for the aurors to hand her over to her family, or worse the Dark Lord, and there wasn’t much that she could do about that fact. However it seemed that the universe was on her side that they were going by the book at the very least. There was no telling what would happen to her in the hands of the Death Eaters when she was considered a blood traitor. There was nothing more that she wanted than to be back with her daughter knowing that she wasn’t going to leave her little girl motherless. The only comfort that the mother had as she sat in the ministry was that Dora would have Selina, and maybe more importantly Selina had Dora to worry about. There was no doubt that the friend wouldn’t be worried out of her mind about her almost to the point of doing something, but she wouldn’t abandon the little girl just when she needs her the most. And having aunt Selina around would bring some comfort for her daughter while she was scared.

The only focus that she had once she was free from her own personal hell was getting home to her little girl. However it was late and as much as she wanted to wake Dora up and hold her all night she knew that it would have to wait until morning. She would settle for either being held by her husband or her friend though she wasn’t too picky about who it would be as long as she could finally have some affection. A much needed difference from what she had been experiencing for the last few days. If the mother had been honest with herself though she would have admitted that there was no way that she wasn’t going to end up curled around her daughter in the bed anyways. 

Andromeda wasn’t sure what she was hoping for as she walked into the castle if she was being honest. Was she hoping to be greeted by Selina or Ted? Or did she want to make it back to her little girl first? Thankfully she didn’t have to worry about it though because almost instantly she found herself wrapped up in the arms of her friend. Without thinking any of it she wrapped her arms around her as tightly as she could manage just needing to soak in the comfort. “Give me two days, please,” She murmured quietly feeling as a few warm tears trailed down her face. She had no room to ask that of her friend, but she knew it was what she needed. If she was pulled into an interrogation though before then she would do whatever she had to just to close the door on everything that had happened to her.