Disclaimer- i do not own harry potter, but i do plan to obsess over it this saturday...
A/N- I found this abandonned story on my computer, it has more to it so if you want to see the rest i'll add another chapter. It's about Andromeda Tonks / Black and i could probably go on for a while more... i have actually... it's being written by Andromeda in the future to these events, set in the second war but before Deathly hallows.
Have you ever had a moment, one of those life changing moments that can destroy you, or make you happier than you've ever imagined. I have, I still don't remember completely what happened that night, and I don't think I ever will.
We'd always been close, hell, you couldn't separate us. We were one entity drifting along in life, blundering just like everyone else does. We weren't raised by our parents, no a respected pure blood family never raises their own children. Having to do this implies that there were too few house elves to do the task. If anything, Bella raised me, her being 3 years older was good enough, she went to school before me, and we had to survive as two thirds, Narcissa and me.
I feel sorry for them; I was never one third, Bella at Hogwarts, Cissy at the excuse for a home. I was always with one of them; I remember that first look I got of the great hall, my sister was watching. I smiled.
I look back now, and I realise in those years was separated from my sister, I lost her forever, she would never be the innocent child that looked so much like me again, she was drowning in the darkness, and I couldn't do anything about it.
Of course, in that first term, my name earned me infamy, Andromeda Black. I was one to be feared, I didn't understand why then. Now I do, Bella was the reason. It was so obvious, the people that surrounded her were thugs, thugs that unfortunately were to become people I knew and thought of as my friends.
I remember all of them, and their personalities, Lucius, Rabastan and Rodolphus. They were like me, born to pureblood families. Never knowing what it was like to be held in their mothers arms, it surprised me that they didn't mind at all, sometimes all I wanted was that, but I realised that Bella was my substitute, she didn't mind holding me while I was sad or lonely. She told me she would do anything for me, she said she would kill for me, I didn't believer her. It just shows how naïve someone can be when they don't want to see the truth.
Fourteen, I think she was when she first met him, no one was afraid to say his name than, the disappearances had started, but news of deaths hadn't yet, I had met the man who called himself lord Voldemort at one of those fancy dinner parties that a respectable pure blood daughter would kill to go to, dressing up in fancy dress robes and expensive jewellery. I hated them so much, it was excuse to show me off, show us off. We meant nothing to them, we had to be sold off and taken off their hands.
That's why people think I hate those parties.
The real reason is this; I lost something dear to me when a "Tom Riddle" stepped through the door, something very dear. My sister.
PLEASE R&R
