The Fickle Fingers of Fate.
Chapter one:
Andromeda opened her eyes and brushed her chestnut curls out of her eyes. She sat up slowly and took in her surroundings; trying to find a sense of familiarity in the room which she spent her youth in, unfortunately a youth that seemed a million years ago.
After sitting up, she slowly made her way off the bed, careful not to wake the sleeping body next to her. She grabbed her white silk robe off the wooden bed post, and secured it tightly around her waist while making her way over to the dresser.
As she sat down Andromeda failed to notice her reflection in the vanity, because she was drawn to a photograph taken in her teen years. The picture was of herself and a giggling Bellatrix. The two bore a striking resemblance that even Andromeda couldn't deny, despite her best efforts. Even though Bellatrix was two years her senior, as young women they were often told that they could have been twins, sometimes being confused for each other by those who were not close to either of the girls.
Times have changed, she thought. She turned to the vanity sitting atop the dresser.
Sighs "Indeed they have", she said out loud. She cast a beauty charm over her face to cover the cuts and bruises she obtained the previous night. She did her best to tame her wild hair and tied it back in a loose knot only allowing a few curls to fall free and frame her pale face, which was now void of any battle scars.
Rising from in front of her dresser Andromeda made her way across the room to the double French doors that led out to a small balcony. She opened the door and allowed the light from the early morning sun to spill into the room.
The woman in the bed stirred, due to the sudden light that now filled the room.
"Andy?" the woman managed to breathe out groggily.
Walking back to the middle of the room, Andromeda sat on the edge of the bed.
"Good Morning", she said as she brushed a stray strand of blonde hair out of the woman's eyes.
"Get up! It's a new day baby sister". Much to her sister's dismay, Andromeda drew back the duvet that was keeping her warm.
"That it is", Narcissa breathed out as she sat up in the bed.