"Mother, when I grow up I want to be a princess. I want to attend a ball and wear beautiful gowns and find my own prince." Andromeda spun around like a ballet dancer beside her mother who sat by the mirror putting on make-up.

"Don't be such a muggle-lover, Andy. You forget we are the noble Black family, with pure blood in each artery. That is a thousand times better than any princess." Druella smiled a strained smile at her middle daughter. Foolish girl who didn't understand, she thought before she turned back to her own reflection. But she wasn't more than five years old, hopefully she did she get some sense before she went to Hogwarts.

"Silly mom!" She giggled and her eyes sparkled when she dreamed away to a place far away. "We don't get castes or ride into the sunset with a prince. I want all the birds to sing their most beautiful song every time I walk outdoor."

"Where do you get all those thoughts from?" Druella herself had absolutely not said a word about any prince to her daughter and her husband had certainly not given her such ideas. Cygnus barley talked with the kids as it was and Bella had never mentioned something near balls or princesses.

"Well, there are so many muggle-fairytales about princes and princesses. Almost everyone ends with a happy ending, and those who don't, I won't read…" chattered Andy, overjoyed because her mother had showed interest in what she talked about.

Druella was not amused. She felt how it crept in the skin when her nice, pureblood, little girl talked about these things. She had put down the hairbrush and turned to her daughter again. She grabbed Andromeda's arm firmly so that the girl would stop hopping around ridiculously like that.
With coldness in her voice and a sharp glance she hissed "Andromeda, sweetheart, where did you get those fairytales from?"

The girl chose to ignore the question, she wasn't done telling yet.

"Why do muggle-children get so beautiful stories with happy endings when I don't? It's unfair." she whined instead. "I want to be a muggle!"

"Andromeda, that's enough!" What if someone found out about all this, what a shame it would be to the family. Not to mention Cygnus, he would be outrages if he heard something like this. Only Merlin knew what her husband would do then. She had to beat this out of her daughter on her own.

The mother raised her hand, hesitated for just a moment before she hit her daughter over the cheek. A red imprint started to be visible.

"I ask one more time. Where do you get those fairytales from?" she said and with the hard grip around the arm she shook the little girl.

Andy began to be scared for real, this was not a game. It was important stuff and she had to answer correct. Her voice trembled when she answered. "Uncle gave me a storybook."

It wasn't the right responds because her mother's nail dug even deeper into her skin. Would it start to bleed or just leave some bruises? Would the red imprint always be on her cheek?

"Mum, my arm. It hurt. Please, let me go" she said sobbing.

Druella didn't let her go. "I do not want you to read that. You'll get stupid. You can't talk about it or even think about it, you hear me?" She screamed in her daughters face and shook Andy once again, more violent this time.

Andromeda nodded and only when she wept a "sorry" did Druella released her.

A/N: This is my first fanficton in English (the term "fanfiction" means that I don't own anything). I would like to thank my friend (Sara) who helped me with the translation and to my fantastic beta-reader: DarkGarnetRose.

I did a mistake withe the name of Andromedas mother, sorry for that. It is right now but if you find som error, tell me and I'll be very greatful.

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