Just want to give a heads up that is the first story I have ever felt the confidence to publish on this site. I've been reading fanfics for two years now, and have been writing dozens of fanfics (and even a few originals), but I've finally gathered the courage to post one of my own. I have to say, it feels good to now have the balls to say Hey! I don't give a flying monkey's ass whether or not you like my story! I'm posting it anyway! So yeah…anyway, excuse any grammatical errors. I know they piss me off when reading so I will try my best to limit them.

I would also like to add, so that there is no confusion or incest going on, in this timeline, Narcissa Malfoy and Dorea Potter were never Blacks. They're from two other very old and pureblood family.

Disclaimer: I do not own or possess any rights to Harry Potter or any of the characters affiliated. Sadly, J.K. Rowling does. Had I did have a say in what happened, there would have been some major changes!

Prologue

Angry shouts could be heard in the usually quiet home. Neighbors looked to their spouses with judgmental looks as the voices of the usually calm and happily married couple continued to rise.

A small girl hid out of sight on the stairs listening to her parents raised voices. It had been happening more and more often. In fact, ever since she found an old letter in her mommy's drawer addressing a 'Cissy'. She didn't mean to make her parents yell at each other, she just wanted to know who this 'Cissy' person was.

"…behind my back!" A deep baritone voice shouted.

"No I didn't! I just didn't tell you! I don't have to tell you everything that goes on in my life, Ted!"

"I'm not saying that you do, but when you're talking to one of the people who helped get you burned from your parents tapestry, then yes, I have a problem with it!"

"For the last time, IT WASN'T HER FAULT! I never told her I was seeing anyone, so when she saw us together she didn't know I wanted to keep us a secret!"

It was quiet for a little while. Only the pants of exhaustion and deep breaths could be heard. The small girl whose hair was currently a deep blue looked hopefully towards the kitchen, but her face soon fell once more when she heard the volume pick up again.

"You were that ashamed of us?" her father's voice sounded so hurt. It made her heart break a little more. Then she heard her mother sigh.

"Of course not…I just wasn't ready then…but I chose you eventually. I stood up for you—for us when my parents questioned us. I chose you!"

"Exactly! You chose me! You chose me after your family kicked you to the curb and your BEST FRIEND said nothing. Yet you're talking to her again? How could you be so stupid?!"

"STUPID?! I'M STUPID?!" She heard her mother's angry footsteps come closer and the little girl ran back upstairs but stood at the top of the flight and watched as her mother angrily grabbed her coat and left the house. Her father tried to apologize and nervously called after her in the night, but her mother never returned that night.

~.~

"You were out all night," a tired voice recalled, scaring the nervous woman who came back in the house. Her hair was a fright of dark curls, her makeup was smudged, she reeked pf alcohol, and the top few buttons of her dress were buttoned wrong. It was easy to tell what she had been up to the previous night.

She opened her mouth to say something, but her words caught in her throat. She knew nothing she could say could ever make up for what she drunkenly did. Her throat tightened and a river of tears burst through her eyelids. Her knee gave out but her husband caught her and sank to the floor with her.

His eyes burned with tears and his heart broke a little. He'd never imagined that they would ever get this bad. He brushed her soft curls with his hands and rubbed her back. He ignored the stench of sweat, sex, and another man's cologne, but it was no easy feat. He looked his Andy, and he knew she would never intentionally hurt him. Had it not been for what he called her last night she would have never left the house. He closed his eyes and pulled away from her.

"How about a bath?" He asked, looking at her the way he did when she first met him. Her eyes twinkled the way they did the first time she saw him and she smiled shyly. The look of guilt didn't leave her face, but she followed upstairs to their room.

~.~

"What am I going to do?"

"What do you want to do?"

"I…I don't want to kill it…her…but…"

"Then it's settled, we'll keep her."

"You really don't have a problem raising another man's child?"

"…Yes. I do. Very much so. But I love you and I love Dora…and I'd never ask you to get rid of a baby."

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Screams of agony could be heard all throughout the hospital. The pregnancy hadn't been an easy one like it had been with her little Nymphadora. She had horrible morning sickness for a couple fo months, her cholesterol was through the roof, really strange cravings, horridly swollen ankles, and she had been bed ridden for the last two months of the pregnancy. And what made it all worse…is that her little angel could even be hear… it had been her and Ted's decision to send Dora to his mother's house using the excuse that mommy was really sick.

As much of a front Ted put up, it wasn't hard to see that this pregnancy was as painful for him as it was for her. He so desperately wanted it to be his child she was swollen with, but he couldn't rid himself of the voice that taunted him that it was another man's child. But the worst part of it all, was that today was Dora's seventh birthday and he couldn't even be with his princess because he was here. Andromeda couldn't ignore it anymore.

She sucked in all her tears and the biggest breath she could before giving one last very painful push. The sound of a small cry almost gave relief to Andy, but she couldn't allow herself to completely relax yet. She had one more thing to do. She steeled herself and her nerves to do the one thing she really didn't want to do.

As soon as the young doctor went to hand her the baby she shook her head no. Ted looked at her confused.

"Andy…"

"No Ted. As much as you pretend to be okay with this, I know you're not. I don't want to see the baby or hold her…because I know that if I do…I'll never be able to give her up. I know that once I looks into those beautiful eyes, I'll want to keep her forever and never let her go…and I can't do that to you."

The young nurse had tears in her eyes as she heard the whispered and tear-clogged conversation. She looked down at the tiny bundle of pink in her arms and knew that the woman was right. This baby was absolutely gorgeous. She didn't even want to give her to the child's parents. Caramel skin and hazel eyes covered the precious child. Dark wispy curls decorated the little girl's scalp. The nurse looked back up at the couple with tears flowing down her face.

"Would you like me to go get the adoption forms?"

~.~

A tall willowy woman stared out at her child, watching as her dark curls flew behind her. Today she was Superman, her currently favorite super hero. Her hazel eyes sparkled in the sunlight. Her caramel skin glowed under the attention of the sun. Alexandria was a beauty. Thank goodness she wasn't into boys yet, when that day comes, she will be beating them away with a stick.

It wasn't always easy for the young woman, being a single mother and all, but she knew that once that little angel had been placed in her arms, she couldn't let go… just like her biological mother said.

Mila knew her daughter was special, but she held a fear that one day that couple would come back and realize their mistake and come to take Alexandria away from her. She would do everything in her power to make sure that that would never happen.