Disclaimer: I Do Not Own Harry Potter.
Written for Astronomy Assignment 2.
Warnings mentions of character death and grief.
Night-Night Baby
She looks like she's sleeping if you ignored the cuts on her face, the dirt and bruises. So that's what Andromdea does pretend that her Nymphadora is sleeping. Because she isn't ready to face the truth that her daughter is dead, her grandson is an orphan and its all because of her own sister.
She knew Bellatrix hated her, but she never knew that her hatred and madness ran that deep that she would take her daughter away from her.
She can feel the tears streaming down her face as she takes Nymphadora hand, her cold lifeless hand.
Andromdea would give anything to have her daughter open hers, to see her smile or hear her laugh even to hear her insist on being called Tonks.
She isn't the only mother on her knees wishing these things she can see so many women from both sides. Some she knows and some she doesn't but cruelly they have all been tied together by the of death of a child or children in the final battle.
She wonders if like her they wish that it was happening to somebody else. Andromeda wishes it was Narcissa in her place, she wishes it was Draco in Nymphadora's place.
Because Nymphadora was good and didn't deserve to die, she didn't deserve to be cold.
She knows it deep down underneath the grief and underneath the sight of the child she brought into lying there lifeless that it is awful to wish that upon Narcissa.
But right now she doesn't care, right now there is only pain, loss and anger.
She lets go of Nymphadora hand before kissing her on the forehead and whispering "Night-night baby," like she did when Nymphadora was a baby.
She isn't a baby anymore, but she is still Andromdea's baby, her baby girl who lays there an empty hollow shell. Everything that made her daughter, her daughter is gone forever, never to come back. There is a brief thought that maybe she was being punished because she married Ted, one of the last things her father said to her was that one day fate would punish her for turning against her family.
If this was true, then why couldn't be her dead, why did it have to be her daughter who had a son to raise and a million other things to live for.
None of this fair and she wanted to scream until she loses her voice, but she doesn't, she quietly sobs and whispers "Night night baby," over and over. Each time breaking her heart into unfixable pieces.
Just like every other there mother, she has been broken forever and it doesn't matter anymore who was right.
All that mattered was that she would be burying her daughter when it should be the other way around. She would be raising her grandson when it should be the other around.