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andromeda.

it was remarkable how even four years later, even with a child in her arms, cissy was still the same. and despite the abject bleakness of the day, andy had to bite back a smile. she’d had that same angry, pursed-lip look on her face at eight years old, when andromeda had arrived home for christmas after her first semester at hogwarts and narcissa was furious she’d been left behind at home. the memory made her sister’s words sting all the more, because unlike that day, andy doubted her sister would forgive her within a matter of hours. she had to wonder if her sister would forgive her at all.

everyone’s eyes were on her. she could feel it. she had to remind herself that it didn’t matter what they thought of her – after today, she never had to speak to any of them again. still, she had to fight back the urge to save face with a cold, cutting remark, the sort of remark their family was fluent in. keep it civil. keep it honest. hold your head up high, and turn the other cheek.

andy inclined her head slightly at the jab, sidestepping it neatly. ❛ — i hope you’re doing well, cissa. and i’m sorry for your loss. ❜ your loss. as if the dead woman hadn’t given birth to andromeda as well. she let out a steady breath, glancing around. everyone nearby immediately turned away and pretended they weren’t eavesdropping. ❛ — i'm not staying long, ❜ andy said, turning back to narcissa. ❛ — i just came to say goodbye. ❜ she didn’t specify to whom she was saying goodbye.

“ you’re sorry for my loss? ” she asked, looking up at his sister, eyebrows furrowed together in confusion. “ she was your mother too, andromeda. ” though even from a young age, narcissa had known that her older sister and her mother had a very strained relationship. they were siblings, but they didn’t have much in common, personality wise — while narcissa spent most (if not all) of her time, trying to make her mother and father proud, andromeda never seemed to care if she disappointed them. having grown and matured substantially over the last decade or so, narcissa now knew that andromeda had probably dealt with a great deal of inner turmoil as both a child and a young adult. she would never admit it out loud, but she felt sorry for her sister, she truly did. maybe if their parents hadn’t been so hard on her, she wouldn’t have felt the need to run away.

while she was pregnant, it had been hard for narcissa to come to terms with the fact that her older sister wouldn’t be there to meet her first (and perhaps, only) nephew. she had also been afraid, the prospect of becoming a mother at such a young age had scared her. and while bellatrix and lucius had done what they could to ease her nerves, she had only wanted andromeda. andromeda — her older sister, her best friend, the only person who would truly ever know her, inside and out. wrapping an arm around draco’s midsection, she pulled him close, leaning down to plant a kiss on the crown of his head. you’re doing this for him, she reminded herself, to protect him. shifting her gaze, she looked up at her sister once again, attempting to keep her features as emotionless as possible. “ and who are you saying goodbye to? me or mother? ”

#〈 𝐧𝐚𝐫𝐜𝐢𝐬𝐬𝐚 𝐦𝐚𝐥𝐟𝐨𝐲 — 𝘱𝘳𝘰𝘴𝘦. 〉#〈 𝐧𝐚𝐫𝐜𝐢𝐬𝐬𝐚 𝐦𝐚𝐥𝐟𝐨𝐲 — 𝘱𝘳𝘰𝘴𝘦‚ 𝘧𝘵. 𝘢𝘯𝘥𝘳𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘥𝘢 𝘣𝘭𝘢𝘤𝘬. 〉#did i proofread this? no i did not #we die like men

sirius.

Oh, he knew it wouldn’t be long before one of his cousins appeared by his side just to voice the distaste they felt with him being here. He had just thought that it was Bella that would’ve gotten to the punch first. It was a little bit surprising for him to turn to see the youngest Black standing there. She had a lot more NERVE than he recalled giving her credit for. If he was affected at all by her words, it wasn’t something that showed on his handsome features. Ones that bore the vague resemblance to the rest of the Black family and now the only thing that tied him to being connected to the family.

❝ Yeah, I’m surprised the coffin hasn’t popped right open for her rolling in her grave. ❞ He spoke, dryly. Then, after a pause, ❝ Oddly enough, m’not here because of any great love for our dear Druella. ❞ His gaze shifted to rest on his elder cousin for a brief moment to signify one of the reasons that he had shown up that day. The other, of course, to try to scope out what answers that he could about what happened to his brother. ❝ I figured that she could use someone here–since we’re both LACKING in family lately. ❞

It was then that he heard the distinctable sound of a baby’s coo. It was a sound that he had gotten accustomed to as of late with spending time at the Potters with their new bundle of joy. The sound drew his attention to the bundle in Narcissa’s arms that was unmistakably her son. His eyebrow quirked with disbelief at the sight of it. It was difficult for him to believe that Narcissa, who was just a couple years older than him, had a child. Honestly, he felt himself feeling a bit saddened for her since that meant that her parents had locked her down in what was another LOVELESS marriage. He hoped that wasn’t the case… but Lucius Malfoy had always seemed like a bit of a tool.

❝ Doesn’t seem like you seem to be though. Guess there is some hope for the family line with at least one of us being obedient, ❞ He spoke coolly.

it was unlike narcissa to be so brazen — she usually left the dirty work for her husband and her eldest sister to deal with. though, it was her mother’s funeral and she felt as if she needed to be a voice for druella, who (obviously) was not there to speak for herself.

as she bounced draco, she couldn’t help but roll her eyes at the comments that her younger cousin made. his disrespectfulness towards the situation didn’t come as a surprise, though — in fact, she had expected it. narcissa was well aware of how sirius felt about her mother and she was also well aware of the fact that he wasn’t here to mourn her. deep down, she wished that she had answers for him (not that she would ever admit that out loud, of course). she wished that she knew what had happened to her youngest cousin, if only so she could give sirius some closure.

“ blood traitors supporting blood traitors. how sweet is that. ” she replied, not bothering to try and mask the look of disgust on her face. it hurt her, deeply, to know that she would never be able to accept her family members again. no matter how badly she wanted too. glancing down at draco, she drew in a deep breath and held it for a moment, reminding herself of why it was so important to stay away from the people who had betrayed her family — she would do everything in her power to protect her son. she sighed. “ was that supposed to be an insult, sirius? ” she asked, eyebrows raised in curiosity. “ i’m happy, sirius. much happier than either you or andromeda are, i assume. ”

#〈 𝐧𝐚𝐫𝐜𝐢𝐬𝐬𝐚 𝐦𝐚𝐥𝐟𝐨𝐲 — 𝘱𝘳𝘰𝘴𝘦. 〉#〈 𝐧𝐚𝐫𝐜𝐢𝐬𝐬𝐚 𝐦𝐚𝐥𝐟𝐨𝐲 — 𝘱𝘳𝘰𝘴𝘦‚ 𝘧𝘵. 𝘴𝘪𝘳𝘪𝘶𝘴 𝘣𝘭𝘢𝘤𝘬. 〉#this is such TRASH i'm sorry

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#〈 𝐧𝐚𝐫𝐜𝐢𝐬𝐬𝐚 𝐦𝐚𝐥𝐟𝐨𝐲 — 𝘤𝘩𝘢𝘳𝘢𝘤𝘵𝘦𝘳 𝘴𝘵𝘶𝘥𝘺. 〉

andromeda.

as soon as andy pushed the heavy funeral parlour doors open, memories washed over her, nearly suffocating her in their potency. not of the place; she’d never been here before. but of the people. faces she hadn’t seen for years blurred together, some turning to look at them curiously. most of their gazes slid over to harper, thanks to the dark veil covering andy’s face, shielding her identity. but even with the veil, their eyes on her made andy want to shrink into herself, disappear once more.

she could feel herself shifting, changing almost imperceptibly; the woman she was four years was long gone, but the instincts she’d developed the first twenty-three years of her life were back in full force. it was andy who had left ireland for the funeral, but the woman who stood in her place now was andromeda.

her gaze landed on a baby, chubby-cheeked and gurgling, his white-blonde hair a sharp contrast to the black gown of the woman holding him. for some reason, even though andromeda held little interest in children ( a fact she tactfully avoided mentioning to harper ), this one held her attention. how long would it be before that baby, too, wished he could disappear ? run away ? or would he somehow manage to be happy in this world, something that andromeda had never managed to do ? she bit back a bitter laugh. how pathetic was she ? jealous of a baby. her gaze absent-mindedly travelled to the face of the woman holding him. and her heart froze. because that meant …

she really had been gone a long time.

part of andromeda was screaming to leave now, while she still could, to just turn around and run again, all the way back to ireland and the pub and her flat. but she couldn’t. not now. and before she could change her mind, she lifted her veil.

she could hear an intake of breath from someone near her, a murmured whisper, a sudden lull in conversation. but she ignored it, instead raising her her chin high and walking directly to that baby. and to her sister. the blonde woman hadn’t noticed her when she stopped a few paces away, somehow unable to go nearer, and yet yearning to all the same. ❛ — cissy. ❜ // @nvrcissvs·

funerals were supposed to be sad. they were supposed to create a safe space for people to grieve, to come to terms with the death of their loved one. druella’s funeral, on the other hand, seemed to have turned into another event entirely — there were some people mourning, of course, but most of those in attendance appeared to be almost joyful about her mother’s passing.

narcissa and druella never had what one would consider a normal mother-daughter relationship. everyone (well, most everyone) in the wizarding world knew about the tremendous pressure that cygnus and druella placed on their children; to say that the most noble and ancient house of black expected nothing less than greatness would be an understatement. it was no secret, however, that narcissa had been her mother’s favorite. though not for lack of effort on her part — she had spent much of her childhood (and the entirety of her adolescence) doing everything in her power to make her parents proud of her.

and she had no intentions to begin embarrassing her family now, especially not at her mother’s funeral. so, she sat with draco on her lap, surrounded by friends and family, trying (and failing) to ignore all of the drama happening around her. though, it was hard for her to ignore the shift in the atmosphere — something (or someone) had clearly captured everyone’s attention.

at the sound of her name, narcissa took her eyes off of her son, glancing up at the person who had spoken to her. pursing her lips together tightly, she gave andromeda a quick once over before cocking an eyebrow in amusement. “ andromeda. ” she replied, bitterly. “ i would say that it’s lovely to see you. but, that would be a lie. ”

#〈 𝐧𝐚𝐫𝐜𝐢𝐬𝐬𝐚 𝐦𝐚𝐥𝐟𝐨𝐲 — 𝘱𝘳𝘰𝘴𝘦. 〉#〈 𝐧𝐚𝐫𝐜𝐢𝐬𝐬𝐚 𝐦𝐚𝐥𝐟𝐨𝐲 — 𝘱𝘳𝘰𝘴𝘦‚ 𝘧𝘵. 𝘢𝘯𝘥𝘳𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘥𝘢 𝘣𝘭𝘢𝘤𝘬. 〉#this is um... not good? but love me anyways </3

sirius.

Why was he even here? Those were the current looks that he was getting from the estranged members of his “family”. The whole lot of them looking at him like he had two heads for DARING to show up at such an event–especially when he had came rumbling in on his motorbike. Something that was by all appearances a muggle device–even though he had enchanted it to fly. Honestly, he was even surprised that he had shown up to Druella’s funeral. It was no secret that he wasn’t exactly “close” to his family any more—not after being BLASTED off the family tree in true, dramatic Walburga fashion. But, he wanted—no he needed--some answers. His mind had been reeling since he heard about what happened to Regulus.

So, there he stood over his brother’s grave that held no body clearly ignoring the rest of the precession that went on around him. ❝ What the hell have you gotten yourself into, Reg? ❞ He muttered to himself. He had been so caught up in his own thoughts that he hadn’t noticed someone approaching until he heard footsteps close by. Annoyed at the interruption, and the possibility of being caught in a moment of grief over someone he wasn’t supposed to care about, he was quick to snap out, ❝ Would you mind FUCKING OFF? M’not exactly in the mood for company if you couldn’t tell. ❞

“ you have some nerve, you know, showing up here. ” narcissa began, fighting the urge to roll her eyes as she watched sirius sulk. it wasn’t that she didn’t feel bad for him — she felt awful for him, in fact, knowing that she would act the same exact way if one of her sisters were to have been in regulus’s position. but she had an appearance (or rather a facade) to maintain, so she would have to continue to pretend that she didn’t care about either of her cousins. “ she wouldn’t have wanted you to be here. ”

#〈 𝐧𝐚𝐫𝐜𝐢𝐬𝐬𝐚 𝐦𝐚𝐥𝐟𝐨𝐲 — 𝘱𝘳𝘰𝘴𝘦. 〉#〈 𝐧𝐚𝐫𝐜𝐢𝐬𝐬𝐚 𝐦𝐚𝐥𝐟𝐨𝐲 — 𝘱𝘳𝘰𝘴𝘦‚ 𝘧𝘵. 𝘴𝘪𝘳𝘪𝘶𝘴 𝘣𝘭𝘢𝘤𝘬. 〉#i'm sorry it's so Short but #cissy does not have much to say to him </3