Written for the Greek Mythology Mega Prompt Challenge from the HPFC.
Prompt: Demeter-Write about a mother and daughter. Alt; write about loss.
"Andromeda…are you sure?" Druella asked, standing the doorway of her second daughter's bedroom.
Her daughter had her old trunk laid out on her bed and she was piling heaps of clothes and other things inside it. The room was in complete disarray and on normal circumstances such a mess would not fly well with Druella. The mess was the last thing on her mind this evening.
Andromeda ignored her mother and continued to pack away her things. Her flushed cheeks were stained with tear streaks and her light brown hair was disheveled. Every so often, Druella could hear a distinct sniff come from her daughter. Andromeda was on the floor now, grabbing things from underneath her bed. She had ripped the Slytherin themed tapestry off the wall earlier in frustration and it now lay crumpled in the middle of her floor.
"Andromeda, you can't come back if you leave. What will your father say?" Druella tried to reason with her daughter, to convince her to stay, but Andromeda was dead set on her decision.
"I don't care," she sniffed, her voice cracking.
She slammed the trunk shut but it was over packed and she had to forcibly push it down. She clicked the two clasps shut and dragged the heavy trunk off the bed. It hit the floor with a thud and Andromeda dragged it behind herself, approaching her mother.
"Excuse me," she said but Druella didn't budge. "Mother, please move."
Her daughter's eyes were welled up with tears and her lip was quivering. She stepped aside, granting her daughter's wishes, an action that she would regret until she lay on her deathbed. Andromeda pushed past her, the trunk scraping against the wooden floor as she dragged it behind her. Her daughter struggled with the trunk when she got to the stairs, hoisting it down each step with difficultly.
Druella offered to help, taking out her wand, but Andromeda waved her away. She must have accidently packed her wand or she was just adamant about putting on a show, Druella decided. Andromeda made it to the bottom of the stairs and that's when Druella finally descended them as well. Out of the corner of her eye, Druella caught a glimpse of her eldest daughter emerging out of the kitchen.
"Oh, good. The blood traitor is finally leaving," Bellatrix sneered.
"Bella," Druella said softly, putting a hand on her daughter's shoulder. "Leave her be."
Andromeda eyes flickered between her mother and her older sister a few times and with a great sigh, she continued to heave the trunk to the front door. Her hand closed around the cold, brass handle and the door swung open, a light breeze ghosting over her face.
"She's not even waiting for father and Cissy to come home!" Bellatrix exclaimed and her mother shushed her.
That was the last thing she ever heard her sister say because Andromeda closed the door tightly behind her and made her way through the front garden and out to the street. She was unaware that Bellatrix had just shattered a vase and her mother was scolding her right now. She was unaware that when Narcissa would come home from buying her school supplies for her last year at Hogwarts, that she would spend the night crying. She was unaware of her father's soon to be new hobby of getting drunk every evening and passing out in his arm chair.
Druella Black was once the proud mother of three beautiful daughters, but after that night, she became Druella Black, the broken mother of two beautiful daughters.