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Andromeda Tonks: A Life

Although my family was never exactly a loving one, it was not the cold, abusive, and loveless dynamic that many expected, and indeed, assumed it was. My parents were distant and strict, but their behaviour towards my sisters and me was no different to the behaviour that I observed of the other pureblood families with whom we regularly associated, and what my parents lacked in familial warmth, my sisters more than made up for. Bellatrix and I were very close as children – being so close in age – and, when Narcissa came along, we took her firmly under our wing. We sisters three protected, played with, and looked out for each other well into our teenaged years.

It wasn’t until perhaps my third year at Hogwarts, when we chose our electives and classes were more mixed, leading me to seek friends outside of the comfort of Slytherin house, that I even began to question not only my families’ dynamic but their belief system also. Bellatrix seemed to thrive off of the idea that she was superior to muggles, but Narcissa and I regarded them more as lesser intelligent beings, needing our care and protection. However soft-hearted my prejudice was, I had never considered that perhaps it was wrong of me to think so; my parents were rich and intelligent people who were descended from a long line of similarly well-bred ancestors, what reason would they have to lie to me about such matters?

It was this year, also, that I met my husband, Ted Tonks, although, of course, I did not know him to be such at that time. We met in Herbology, where we were partnered, and, to my utter surprise, he held me in complete contempt. I was not used to being unable to charm the results I wanted from those around me, and thus did not know how to handle Ted. It wasn’t until fourth year that we truly became friends, much to the distaste of my sisters – Bellatrix now being firmly planted in her beliefs towards ‘his kind’ and Narcissa eager to please her eldest sister.

Whilst of course it was this relationship that eventually cost me my family, it was not until our marriage that I was truly cut off. I remained friends with my sisters throughout our late teenage years, and returned home during the holidays in order to be berated by my parents for my choice in companions, and my lack of prospects for an advantageous marriage. My cousin Sirius and I, I believe, are well known as the Black family betrayers, or revolutionaries, depending on the circles in which you run. But truthfully, my intention was never to denounce my family, my actions were never intended to be radical I was simply carrying about my life in a manner which my family found to be objectionable. It is easy to see why Sirius was sorted in Gryffindor; I did not possess the bravery to stand up to my families’ questionable attitudes. Of course, I could not have it all, and upon my engagement to Ted in the April of 1970 my mother summoned me to tea and informed me that if I were to wed Ted Tonks I would be disowned from the family and expelled from society. It was a difficult blow to take, despite my differences with my family I loved them dearly, especially my sisters, and the lifestyle of a Black was not one which I was keen to lose, but to forsake Ted for money and for people who refused to accept those whom I loved, even if they were my parents, was not a choice I was willing to make. Ted and I married in a quiet ceremony in the summer of 1971, and I cried myself to sleep that night, knowing that with the exchanging of those rings I had lost just as much as I had gained.

Edit by Daisy @padfootd, writing by Fran @chormacs

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EXCERPT FROM WALBURGA BLACK'S AUTOBIOGRAPHY chapter 13, “MOTHERS MUST BE OBEYED’’.

"What you need to understand, it that all I ever wanted was to be a perfect family, the picture of familial bliss. It's hardly my fault that my eldest son was so hard to contain. I have always been a stickler for tradition. My father was a Slytherin, as was his father before him, and his father before him and so on. My mother's side of the family were also all Slytherins, so it fits that I was a Slytherin as well: following the tradition. It is also a sort of tradition for pureblooded witches and wizards to marry other pureblooded witches and wizards – a way to keep the blood lines pure, you see. It's hardly something new or contrary, which is why I never understood why those with muggle blood can't comprehend the idea of keeping our blood pure; their muggle royalty has been doing it for centuries, possibly even millennia. I digress. As I previously mentioned, I care deeply about sticking to tradition, so imagine my horror when my first-born son went against every tradition that had been put into place.(edited)When Orion and I first married, we were eager to have a son, so that there would be an heir to the Black family. My brother had already had 3 daughters, which meant that none of his offspring would be carrying on the family name. I was thrilled when our eldest was born, Sirius Orion, named after the brightest star in the sky, because we were so sure he was going to be our pride and joy. Our second son came two years later, my darling Regulus Arcturus, the most perfect child I could have asked for. You could not have seen two children who were so perfectly opposite. Sirius, ever the troublemaker, always running around and breaking things, obsessed with inappropriate muggle magazines, never sticking to the important traditions of House Black. To top it all off, he was sorted into Gryffindor at Hogwarts. Gryffindors, they're rash, irresponsible, and looking back it does describe my son quite well, but no son of mine should ever have been a part of that house. Blacks belong in Slytherin, that is our place. Regulus, my sweet Regulus, was always a good little boy. He was never reckless like his brother, he followed the rules, and more importantly, the traditions of our great and noble house. He had a soft disposition and he always obeyed the wishes of his mother. A true member of House Black, sorted into Slytherin, believed in our ideals. He was the perfect son.

edit by Andrea @porpentincgoldstein, writing by Tash @teddylupen