A/N: This is a two-part drabble about Andromeda's escape from her family's house. I originally wrote it for school as an assignment on perspective, so... The first part is told in Andromeda's POV and the second part is told in Third Person.
Enjoy.
I listened hard for the sound of the even breaths of sleeping. It would not do to be interrupted at this point – the most important part. Once I was satisfied with the sleep of my sisters, I slowly got up, careful not to make too much noise. One creaking floorboard was not about to ruin everything.
I fought hard not to think of what would become of my family after I left – would Bella succumb to the darkness that was already threatening to engulf her? Would Cissy hide her vulnerability with her iciness as she had always done? Would I even be missed? Doubtless, anger and family pride will quickly stop any tears they might have shed.
Freedom. The word echoed in my head as I cast a Silencing Charm on my trunk before dragging it out into the open. I shrunk the trunk after hurriedly throwing the bare necessities into it. I tried not to look at the mess inside my trunk. There was no time for a Packing Charm.
A noise in the hallway made my hands break out in cold sweat. I peeked out to see nothing but antiques and snoring portraits. I felt relieved. Only one person could go around the house without being seen. I whispered, "Goodbye, Sirius."
Putting my shrunk trunk in my pocket, I sneaked down the soft carpeted floors of the hallway and down the creaking stairs, instinctively skipping the third one. At the door of the Black Manor, I pulled out a hastily written letter addressed to Father, Mother, Bellatrix and Narcissa, and placed it on the dark mahogany side table.
With one last look at the cold, dark manor, I turned the silver knob of the door and began my new life.
It was a warm summer night that found Andromeda Black wide-eyed in her bed, her face in a look of utter concentration. Only the sounds of even breathing could be heard from the other two emerald green four-posters.
She slowly got up from her bed, her eyes darting around in their sockets. She pointed her wand at a dark shape under her bed. A brief flash of light came out of the end, illuminating an old and worn trunk before hitting it. When she dragged the trunk out, it made no sound. Clothes, money and other necessities were thrown into the Silenced trunk. She closed the lid. She cast another spell in the direction of the trunk and it shrunk enough to fit her pocket.
A muffled thump and curse made Andromeda turn and take a peek out of the door. A panicked look had flashed across her eyes, followed by relief. She whispered, "Goodbye, Sirius." Before pocketing her trunk and walking down the carpeted hallway.
In the shadows, a young boy hid. There was a distinct resemblance between him and Andromeda, his dark eyes following her as she rounded the corner. He whispered back, "Goodbye, Andy." Before turning and re-entering the guest room.
Andromeda made no indication of hearing him as she descended the last step. She took a piece of folded parchment with the words To Father, Mother, Bella and Cissy, scrawled on top and placed it on top of the dark mahogany table. She glanced back at the sleeping portraits of her ancestors before exiting the door of the cold house and stepping into the cold night.