So I had to raise the rating for this one as a caution. I didn't think this fic would get this intense, but OMG yeah! Anyhoo, enjoy...in one way or another.
Two weeks later, Andromeda was Summoned to her father by a house-elf, and she quickly joined Cygnus in his study. "You sent for me, Father?" she said formally.
"One of our acquaintances has been inexplicably silent," he told her, a smirk spreading across his face. "They've been avoiding us and others, I'm sure. You are to go to their home as me and find out what they have done that they want to keep hidden."
"Yes, Father," Andromeda answered, her heart sinking. Ever since she was old enough to morph consciously, her parents had used her as a weapon against the rest of the world. She saw Cygnus smile at her, almost proudly, and knew he wouldn't have been so happy if she'd refused. "When do you wish me to do this?"
"Tonight, around supper time," he answered. "I will be here until you return. I want a full report, Andromeda. Do not fail me."
Andromeda glanced down at the floor. "Of course, sir," she answered, and felt his hands on her arms.
Cygnus looked down into his second daughter's eyes. "You are the best, out of all your sisters, Andromeda," he told her quietly. "But you will always be mine, regardless of your name. Do you understand?"
She nodded, unable to speak, and felt his grip tighten. "I mean, yes, Father," she whispered. She could never get away from those who wanted to use her: there was no way out.
He released her, and she left the room, going back to her own. She stood in front of her mirror, sighing as she looked at herself. "Goodbye, Andromeda," she muttered to herself. Screwing her eyes shut, she envisioned herself as her father, yet when she opened her eyes, she was still there, staring back at herself. It wasn't until she'd attempted it several times that she realised something was very, very wrong. She could not morph.
Andromeda sank down onto her bed, struggling not to hyperventilate. She only knew of a few things that could disrupt her morphing, and was terrified of what might be going on. Taking a deep breath, she pulled out her wand and began to transfigure herself. She felt the strain on her magic, and terror raced through her yet again. If she pushed herself too far, her magic would go temporarily dormant, and her family would definitely be suspicious.
This has to be the most stupid thing I've ever done, she thought as she glanced through her special robes to find one tailored for a man. Selecting one and pulling it on, she sighed at her reflection in the mirror. It wasn't as good as she could have morphed, but—and terror shot through her again—she couldn't morph.
She was striding down the hall toward the Entrance Hall when her older sister came down the hall toward her, and said, "Father, I—"
"Bella, our father is in his study," Andy said quickly, seeing her sister's face darken to an expression of fury. "I suggest you go find him there—"
"Bitch!" Bellatrix shrieked at her, throwing a curse before stalking off, giggling.
Andromeda knew why she was giggling. Even she doubted their father could move as fast as she had just dodged Bella's curse. She sighed to herself, remembering how much fun she and Bella used to have together, back when morphing had been entertainment, not detriment. Cissa didn't even remember that time: she'd been too young. Thinking about Narcissa gave Andromeda a little bit of hope. She'd see her sister soon, in about a week, when Hogwarts let out for the summer.
Leaving their home, Andromeda assumed her father's mannerisms and expressions, preparing for her impersonation. She only hoped that her transfiguration and other spells would hold until she was finished, because her parents would kill her otherwise.
Later that night, Andromeda arrived back at Ravensden, relaxing her magic so that her transfiguration would undo itself. She was practically shaking she was so frightened: she had nearly blown her cover because she'd become so magically exhausted. She needed rest and she knew it, but she had to report to her father first.
He greeted her expectantly, and she drew a deep breath before telling him all that she had found out, aching for her victims as she told her father of their exploits with Mudbloods—and worse. Cygnus Black was laughing by the time his daughter was finished, embracing her in his joy. "Well done, my daughter," he told her, kissing her forehead, and she chilled in terror at the feelings he was giving off. "Well done."
His embrace was too close, too familiar, and Andromeda closed her eyes as her father once again rewarded her for her success. She stood there silently, holding back any noise she might have wanted to make, but she could hear her father's impassioned breathing and felt his excitement as he kissed and bit her neck. Andromeda felt ill as his hands groped her body, her father guiding her to the wall, almost crushing her against it in his hunger.
When he seized her by her shoulders, she automatically slid down the wall to her knees, her emotions overwhelming her. She'd never struggled so much to bend to her father's will since the first time he'd demanded she service him. His hands were on the sides of her face, and she choked, "Father—"
"You want to please me, don't you, Andromeda?" he hissed, his eyes dark and threatening.
"Of course, I—" she screwed her eyes shut. "There's only a little while until I'm married, though. I won't have many more chances—at least, not conveniently—" She rose to her feet, making sure to brush against her father as she stood. "Allow me…let's do it fully this time."
Cygnus Black stared at his daughter for a few moments. "Your mother—"
"Has gone out to a friend's house and won't be back for quite some time."
"Your powers—"
"Use a contraceptive spell," Andromeda whispered, carefully pressing herself closer to him. "I know you like the idea, Father."
"And if Bella visits?" Cygnus asked, grasping his daughter's arm firmly, and she knew it was done.
"I'm sure she would understand," Andromeda said, her voice suddenly as ice. Her father gave her a dangerous look, and she allowed herself to smirk at him.
In the next second, Cygnus threw open the doors to his study, practically dragging his daughter down the hall to her own room. Andromeda hated herself for practically begging to be his whore, but as he pushed her down onto the bed, she knew it was security just in case her worst fears happened to be reality.
Andromeda determined to enjoy her reward this time, for it was to be her revenge when everything was said and done. She allowed herself to react to every touch, every word, and encouraged her father in his passion. She found herself giggling madly as she was stripped, and wondered if her older sister too had cracked from so many twisted lies and so much mental abuse.
Andromeda and Bellatrix had never talked about the ways their father had used them both, but they were more than aware of this one thing they had in common, although it didn't keep Bella from resenting her younger sister. Only Bellatrix, Andromeda, and their father knew what happened between them: Andromeda saw to it that their third sister was never alone with their father. Bellatrix had done the same thing, for they both knew Narcissa, although very strong-willed, did not have a strong enough mind to withstand such torture and abuse from her father without losing herself.
Thinking of this, Andromeda smirked up into her father's eyes as he had his way with her. She was so intent on pleasing him that she wasn't paying attention to herself, and screamed suddenly, crying out her father's first name. She clung to him desperately as he shouted in triumph, and found herself gasping for breath.
Moments later, she heard her father murmuring her name, and she opened her eyes again, feeling him caressing her face gently. He kissed her lips, and she began to feel slightly ill again. "That was a good idea you had, my daughter," he whispered, then robed himself with a wave of his wand and left her bedchamber.
Andromeda moaned softly, curling up and closing her eyes. Yes, it was a good idea, she thought, wincing slightly. Cygnus didn't know how to be gentle: Andromeda knew that from seeing Bella in the aftermath of her "reward"—well, "punishment" was more likely for Bella.
She finally sat up, then decided against trying to clean herself up and summoned a house-elf. She was very glad that the house-elves asked no questions and were sworn to secrecy, for anything else wouldn't have mindlessly obeyed her orders. Andromeda had barely been cleaned up and dressed when she felt about to be sick and dashed from the room into the bathroom. She swore bitterly, but still couldn't be too upset. Her father was going to hate himself forever. Andromeda Black laughed herself into hysterical tears, hiding from her parents.