andromeda:
Being stuck inside of the ministry left Andromeda’s mind spinning. Something that probably wasn’t to the benefit of everyone that surrounded her, but especially for the man that gave her name up as someone who was in alliance with Aversio. When she managed to get out there was no safe place for Gilderoy to hide and it wasn’t for the personal hell that he was putting her through, but rather for the fact that he had put her daughter at risk. She was a Black after all she could hold up under any hell that was thrown at her, except for seeing her sisters. A part of her had hoped that those holding her wouldn’t be that cruel, but she knew better. Anything to have an advantage over her.
Andromeda’s thoughts weren’t with herself, but rather constantly being worried about how her daughter and husband were holding up being worried about her. She didn’t want them to be focused on her, but she knew Teddy well enough to know that he wouldn’t be. If it weren’t for Nymphadora she knew that he would have been bursting down the door and getting himself into even more trouble. She was thankful for the fact that they both agreed no matter what happened to either of them that they wouldn’t risk leaving their daughter alone. It was her only hope to keep him out of the entire situation. She didn’t need him getting himself into trouble.
Even as a teen Andromeda was in tune with where her sister was whenever she was nearby. As an adult it didn’t change apparently. Although it didn’t matter to her who was coming into the room she wasn’t going to get up or make any sign of acknowledgment until she had to. Once she heard the voice that so often soothed her during late nights when she couldn’t sleep. Now though there was something underlying it. “Bella,” Andy turned her head in order to look up at her older sister, “What do I owe this pleasure?”
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.”









