Andromeda's tears had dried up and her head was aching so badly, she rose to see if the hospital wing might have a headache cure for her. It would not cure the ache in her heart but nothing would. Looking around to check that Teddy was in good hands, he was all she had left and she would never, never let any harm come to him, Andromeda satisfied herself to see he was in Hermione Granger's arms. She had never really spoken to the girl before today, but if the girl had kept Harry Potter out of trouble she could watch her grandson for a few moments.
Numb and half blind, she tread the familiar path to the hospital wing, the halls of Hogwarts still engraved in her memory though she had graduated more than thirty years ago.
She was so tired she could not even feel joy at the fall of Voldemort, the one who had taken so much from her. He had turned her family, her flesh and blood, against her and on his hands was the blood of so many she loved. James Potter, who had invited her to every family event, Christmases, birthdays, everything, after she was disowned to let her feel like she had a proper family again. Her little cousin Sirius who had crept out of Hogwarts itself to attend her wedding. Then Ted, oh she thought she would die when she lost Ted, she had given up everything, everything for him and yet the world was still cruel enough to take him from her.
Now he had taken her daughter as well. Her baby Nymphadora gone with the husband that she had loved the way Andromeda had loved Ted. And
Andromeda thought she had nothing left to lose. Except Teddy but if they take Teddy I'll burn the world for daring to go on without them all. She thought her share of grief was done. She would never cease grieving her daughter and husband of course, but she loved none but Teddy now and he would outlive her by decades.
But, as she walked down the familiar corridors that had formed the backdrop to hers and Ted's love story, she found another she had not realized she still loved until now.
There, laid out in a corridor, as if she was of no importance whatsoever, Andromeda found the corpse of Bellatrix.
She had thought, after she had risen not ten minutes before, that she had no tears left to shed. She was wrong.
For one long moment though, before she realized she was looking down on her sister, the sister she hadn't seen in more than thirty years, Andromeda thought she had gone mad. The grief had addled her mind and she had completely lost it because, for one long moment she saw herself laid out on the ground, as if she was of no importance whatsoever, dead.
Sense, however, eventually prevailed and after staring down at Bellatrix for several moments Andromeda realized whose corpse she was looking at and, rather unexpectedly, she burst into tears.
Dropping to her knees she clutched her terrible sister's hand and she wept, not for the woman who had died but hours ago, but for the older sister who she had so adored and for what could have been.
She opened her mouth, trying to think of a suitable goodby to give her sister but, hampered but sobs and immense grief she could only think to say – "you stupid fucking bitch!"
In a more perfect story her surviving sister Narcissa would have happened upon her at that moment, but as it were Narcissa was too giddy with relief over the survival of her only son to consider that she had now lost her final link to the Ancient and Most Noble House of Black.
In fact no one happened upon Andromeda Tonks as she held her dead sister and wept, remembering what it was to be Andromeda Black so many years ago.