#and-romeda

[perdufantome]

♡ : relationship with Andromeda (totally taking advantage of this)

♡: Regulus always looked up to Andromeda growing up, almost idolized her. Even though they hadn’t been all that close, he’d felt like he could go to her if he needed help, if he needed advice, or if he just wanted to, point blank. As they all got older, though, he started to feel a similar distance with her to that which he felt with Sirius. She was going her own way, and he was staying exactly where he was expected to be. Part of him was afraid to approach her, afraid both of what she would say, and what his mother would say. 

[edgarbonesknows]

In the Aftermath || Edgar & Andromeda || January 1st, 1979

Date: January 1st, 1979 Time: 12:50pm Location: Trafalgar Square

There was a loud ringing in his ears and he was somehow feeling both alert and dull at the same time. Adrenaline made the throbbing in his back from where he'd been thrown to the ground nothing more than a minor annoyance. At the moment he was feeling a little lost and trying to figure out what to do.

The fighting had died down by now, most of the Death Eaters either caught or escaped. There were Aurors and Order members running around trying to organize the chaos that had broken out. Edgar hadn’t been much use in the fight as usual. His spells were poorly aimed and panic made them uncontrolled, but he had tried to stay focused. Now he was feeling tired and uncertain. What more could he do? He’d done what he had been instructed to do and now there was nothing left for him to do. Perhaps it would be better for him to leave now and get out of the way. 

He was about to apparate home when he eyes fell upon someone lying on the ground a short ways away, hidden away in a corner of the square. Healers had yet to arrive on the scene and most of the injured were being rounded up, but apparently no one had noticed the young woman. Surging forward and pulling out his wand, he wasn’t sure if she was a Muggle or a witch, but it didn’t matter to him anyway.

“Miss? Miss, can you hear me?” He crouched down next to her to assess the damage. Right now he was reacting purely on instinct, but later he would realize that this was how he could prove himself useful to the Order. Curses were never his forte and he wasn’t sure he would ever truly be able to get used to dueling. There was too much going on in the heat of battle, and for a mind that was constantly looking for an answer and analyzing every situation it was a bit too overwhelming to deal with. However healing was something he could do. It was something he was good at.

The woman gave no response or indication that she could hear him and he immediately started checking her for signs of life. Her pulse was faint and her breathing ragged, her skin was cold and clammy, and as he moved down he finally found a spot on her abdomen, just below the ribcage, where she had been hit with a curse or stabbed with something.

“Ah ---- shit. I don’t know if you hit anything important, but you’ll be okay, just hang in there.” Already he was elevating her feet with some random debris he found lying nearby before he returned to her side and aimed a spell which would slow the bleeding. When he tried to pull up her shirt to get a better look, the fabric caught in the wound and the woman let out a moan before starting to struggle weakly. Cursing again he tried to hold her still as he looked around for anyone else who might be able to help him, though he wasn’t sure if they would be noticeable enough hidden away as they were.

[a-heart-full-of-fury-blog]

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"Blood-traitor bitch" 

// Alecto would have never admitted how much Andromeda's kindness affected her as a child. She was one of the only sweet faces that the young girl knew. She was never as close with the older girl as she was with Sirius but her presence was rarely an unwelcome one except for on the odd occasions when Alecto was feeling jealous of her boys' attention. 

Still when Andromeda betrayed her family Alecto's anguish came from a different source than the loss of a distant friendly face. It came from the spark in Sirus' eye that kept shifting into something like wonder and curiosity. Years later when Sirius did leave them it wasn't solely his shoulders that Alecto placed her painful feelings of betrayal. It was on an absent dark haired girls head she place the majority of the blame. If she'd never left...than we would still have Sirius. He would have never left us if she hadn't shown him the way out. 

[exabundanticautela]

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Alastor would always be wary around Andromeda.

So many people accepted her so easily. She married for love, isn’t that grand? Isn’t it noble to raise love up on a pedestal like that? Such a shame her family turned their backs on her, cast her out, such a shame. It’s their loss. What a lovely woman. He was baffled, but then again, “baffled” summed up his usual feelings about the thoughts of other.

There was no love lost for her family on his part, surely. His approach to all families of the Sacred Twenty-Eight beside those who’d already proven themselves was to keep his face straight and his hand on his wand at all times. One of her sisters was a certifiable threat, one he would catch (eventually), the other was a failure of a broodmare for another man he despised and wished to see shipped off to the Dementors as soon as humanly possible or even sooner. And her parents— well, he would always sneer at anyone who sold their children like cattle, and that they’d done it so eagerly dropped them several more rungs down the ladder of utter loathing.

Isn’t it nice she escaped all of that?

Marrying a Muggleborn, having a child with him, surely she was to be trusted, they all believed. She’d proven herself to them; and to a degree, Moody had to agree that what she’d done was certainly respectable upon first glance.

But Merlin knows he wouldn’t ever trust her.

Why would he ever trust someone who’d been so willing to turn her back on her own family? As far as he was concerned, she’d proven how easily her loyalties would change, a sailboat with an inexperienced captain that would go wherever the winds blew her. Staying away before the winds shifted, or before the entire damn thing capsized on them, was the only logical choice.

So his hand rested a little closer to his wand whenever she was around. Just in case.