Warning: This contains cousincest. Also, it's rated a high T!

A/N: By no means do I like or enjoy cousincest, I only wrote this because the prompt demands so.

Added Note: O.o I don't know how it turned out like this.

Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter, it all belongs to J.K Rowling. Even Sirius...

*insert hysterical crying here*

Written for round 10 of the Quidditch League Fanfiction Competition as Beater 1 for the Chudley Cannons.

Write about a relationship between family members. (Sirius/Andromeda)

Prompts:

4. (word) careless

5. (quote) 'Out of the millions and millions of people that inhabit this planet, he is one of the tiny few I can never have.' - Tabitha Suzuma

Character Versatility:

73. Andromeda Black/Tonks

The Quidditch Pitch at the Hogwarts Houses Forum:

Prompt, Word: Dog

The Drabble Club at the Hogwarts Houses Forum:

Prompt, Word: Night

However Much You Can Competition:

Prompt, Place: 12 Grimmauld Place

Also written for the Marauder Challenge.

Word Count: 1054


Andromeda stared longingly at the glimmering stars scattered across the night sky. With pale, trembling fingers, she gently touched the window separating her from the spheres of bright light. She was a star too — a star of the Black family, so why wasn't she like the other stars? Why wasn't she free like them? Why was she trapped here, in the abyss of darkness known to the Wizarding world as 12 Grimmauld Place?

There was only one answer; she was a fallen star, like the ones in those stories Mother would always tell her when she was little. She was a star that fell from grace, a star that was thrown down to earth to suffer the pain of being human.

True, she was a fallen star but she still had power ... enough power to ensnarl another star. Not just any star though, she'd managed to ensnarl the brightest of all stars. Sirius, the Dog Star, Sirius, the silver-tongued womanizer, Sirius ... her cousin.

With those thoughts still in her mind, Andromeda sat up and slowly stepped out of her temporary guest room. Her footsteps were silent and inaudible as she made her way towards the bedroom she knew so well.

She gently placed a hand on the door, tracing the intricate designs and the elaborate handwriting. Sirius Orion Black. Her hand closed on the doorknob and with a light push, the door creaked open.

"Are you awake?" she whispered softly into the darkness. She carefully closed the door and took a step closer. "Yes."

His voice was deeper and more mature than she remembered. Strong arms snaked around her waist, pulling her closer to a toned and muscular body. "I've missed you," He murmured, his breath tickling her ear.

"I've missed you too," She replied, deliberately turning so her lips grazed his ever so slightly. He had grown quite a lot over the year; now they stood at around the same height, with him being just an inch taller. She still remembered the time when she had to lean down to kiss him.

His soft lips against her neck jolted her out of her thoughts. She gasped sharply as his butterfly kisses trailed along her neck and exposed skin.

"Please," he breathed, his eyes dark with lust. "Just one night, Andy. Just one night."

She froze. "What if..." she paused for a moment before forcing herself to continue, "what if I get pregnant?"

"You won't," he promised, nuzzling her neck gently.

She didn't ask him how he knew, or why he seemed so sure. All she knew was that he was Sirius, and Sirius had never lied to her before.

He captured her lips in his, and for a moment, she was lost in a world of bliss.

She didn't object as he pushed her onto his bed. She didn't object to anything he did that night.


"Regulus," she greeted. The younger Black brother nodded coldly but refused to move out of the way.

"Please move, Regulus. I would like to go to my room."

Regulus took a step to the side and Andromeda proceeded back to her room. "I know what you and Sirius did," Regulus said simply as she walked passed him.

She tensed. "I don't know what you mean," Andromeda replied evenly. She forced herself to meet Regulus' accusing gaze.

He glared at her and even though she was the older and more experienced one, Andromeda felt a shiver run down her spine. "Neither of you put up silencing charms. My room is right beside Sirius'."

"Oh," she breathed. I knew we were being too careless.

Regulus raised an immaculate eyebrow, waiting for her to say more. Something inside of Andromeda snapped. "What do you want me to say? Out of the millions and millions of people that inhabit this planet, he is one of the tiny few I can never have?!"

Regulus stared at her coldly. "Nothing could ever become of a relationship where both are born of the same blood."

"What about your parents, Regulus? They are related by blood, are they not?"

Without waiting for a reply, she stormed past him and ran to her room. She yanked the door open and collapsed on her bed, tears streaming down her face.

That night, Andromeda Black cried herself to sleep.


"Sirius," she murmured quietly, gently shaking him with one hand. He grumbled something incoherent and rolled over, his eyes still tightly shut.

"Sirius," she repeated, more forceful this time. Her grip on his shoulder tightened as she gripped him harder.

He finally woke, his grey eyes still cloudy with sleepiness. He blinked a couple of times before realization dawned on his face. "Andy?"

Andromeda nodded. "It's me," she confirmed, her hand still on his shoulder.

"What are you doing here? I thought you and Ted Tonks eloped..."

"We did," she said, reluctantly letting go of his shoulder to show him the silver ring on her finger.

He smiled but she could see it was obviously fake.

"Why are you here?"

"You lied," Andromeda answered quietly. Sirius' eyebrows furrowed in confusion. "I'm not sure what you're talking about."

Andromeda hesitated. It's now or never.

"I'm pregnant."

Sirius' grey eyes widened. "Who's..." he trailed off.

Andromeda's eyes met his and she knew he knew the answer already. "You. You're the father," she confirmed in a soft whisper.

"Does...does Ted know?"

She shook her head. How could she tell Ted that her daughter, their daughter, was actually the child of her and her cousin?

"I've got to go, I left the house without leaving Ted a note — he'll probably worry when he wakes up."

Andromeda fled before Sirius had the chance to answer. She'd thought that she'd mustered enough courage to confront him, apparently she was wrong. After all, fallen stars never got anything they wanted; they were always wrong.

She was sick of it. Sick of the stars and their pointless brightness.

Andromeda placed a protective hand on her stomach. "My little girl, I can just tell your my little girl."

She paused, looking at the stars one last time before continuing, "I'll name you Nymphadora, because you'll be my gift from the nymphs, not from the sky nor from the stars, from the land and from the sea — from the nymphs."