Disclaimer: If I really owned this, would I be sitting here writing fanfiction? Pfft, no.
A/N: Blah blah angst blah blah. Thanks to Dizzy-Dreamer for betaing.
My Divine Gift
They say your name reflects on your personality, so what does that make me? 'Andromeda' - a star. Well, that doesn't sound too bad. Then there is 'Black', the one word that can describe my life, my soul; a black star in a dark world. This was my world - but I didn't like it.
One Christmas I ran away. I went to my room, grabbed my bag, book and wand; I had to get away. Away from my family, away from Bella and Cissy being treated like queens while I was ignored, treated like Cinderella in the presence of her ugly stepsisters. I had to get away just for a few hours.
Being born into a family you hate was hard, being born into a family who hated you was worse. They had despised me since I could talk and I told my older sister not to use the word 'mudblood' once in Diagon Alley. It got worse on September 1st five years ago - my first day at Hogwarts – specifically, my sorting. I'm a Ravenclaw. It's sort of ironic really, being a black raven, but my family belong to the snakes. Since then, my parents have never really looked me in the eye; they believe me to be a traitor. Is it sad that the only person I can talk to about this is ten years old? My cousin Sirius is the only one in my family with whom I feel a real connection.
I pulled myself out of my reverie and found I was still walking along the cold, snowy streets of London. Where would I go on the 23rd of December at 6pm? Then I remembered the muggle library across the street from where I was standing. Perfect! A quiet place to think, and it was empty but for the librarian and a boy sitting at a table close to the door.
The door slammed and the boy looked up. He seemed familiar. He was in my year at Hogwarts, a Gryffindor. He smiled at me and gestured for me to sit down. We talked for a while. His name was Ted Tonks. Ted, like a teddy bear, comforting and supportive, but how do you describe Tonks? Well, to me, it was the strong white light that made my black Christmas so much brighter.
They say your name reflects on your personality, so what does that make me? Well I'm still Andromeda - the star - but now I'm a Tonks; a bright white star with my baby, Nymphadora, a gift from the nymphs, and my Teddy - my divine gift.