A/N This chapter is sad :( Just thought I'd let you know. I wrote half of this at a graduation party, and the other half at my softball game... Oops. Anyways, add me on Pottermore: GlowQuill919, and ignore any spelling, or grammar mistakes! If you find any, please message me, and I'll try to fix them!

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Andromeda sobbed. Heart-wrenching sobs that could make the most unfazed man cry along with her.

It was time. The Dark Lord had recently informed her that their plan needed to be put into action. He wanted a connection that no one would suspect to be a lie. The Dark Lord had taught her Legilimency and Occlumency to keep Aurors like Alastor Moody at bay.

Andromeda grabbed her one suitcase. She figured she'd pack light, not wanting to attract unwanted attention. Andy grabbed the three letters she had wrote. One for her mother and father, one for Narcissa, and one for Bellatrix. Each envelope had a bright red seal with the Black emblem engraved in it, and the front was each person's name in an elegant cursive writing.

Andromeda wiped the tears from her eyes. She had a tear stained path down down each cheek, and her hair was in tangles.

The weather seemed to match her mood. The rain outside pounded against the windows and the roof. Thunder and lightning shook the house, and Andromeda flinched. The thunder and lightning reminded her of her sisters when they would discover the news. Or her Aunt Walburga.

She'd be blown off the family tree. There was no doubt about that. They'd label her a Blood-Traitor and any family member who was civil to her again would also become a Blood-Traitor. It was the way the system work. When you're born into an obsessive life, constantly encouraging perfection, pureness, and elegancy, there is no escape. Unless you do what Andromeda was about to do.

She wasn't a Blood-Traitor. Far from it. She believed her family's beliefs. They were Blacks, and they were better than everyone. All three Black sisters had been labeled the Queen of Slytherin when they were in school. It started with Bellatrix. Bella would scream, and any person in the Slytherin house would cower when it'd happen. Andromeda had a sharp tongue. She never raised her voice, which scared the others even more. One look into her eyes could cause a person to faint. Narcissa was the current Queen of Slytherin. Cissy wanted to be bowed to, even honored. She never raised her voice and tried to make everyone satisfied. Merlin knows that never works.

Andromeda shook her head. She can't dwell on these thoughts. Chances are she'll never have a civil conversation with either of them after the night. She remembered the last time they had all been together. Just last week they were lounging in Bella's old room, catching up, and reminiscing. She swallowed hard and clenched her jaw.

Andromeda wiped the sweat from her brow and faced the door. She was to place the letters in the ball room and walk out the door. Then it was over. Until the Dark Lord told her when she can come out.

She had talked to Rabastan just this morning. They had cried together. Nowadays, finding a pure husband you even have an ounce of love for, is rare. Finding a pure man who you love more than life itself, impossible.

Now she'd have to live with a Mudblood. When she told him she wanted to run away with him, he flashed an arrogant grin, an her stomach churned. She tolerated him, she guessed. She'd prefer Rabastan any day though.

Andy opened her bedroom door and glanced back one last time. She sighed slowly and closed her eyes. She swallowed and stepped down each step as slowly as she could. Trying to memorize the feel of handrail and the portraits of her ancestors on the walls. She reached the bottom of the spiral staircase and made her way into the ball room. She placed the all three letters on a mantle and ran her hands through her tangles.

"Andy?"

Shit.

Narcissa.

"What are you doing up?" She asked kindly coming into view. She drank in Andromeda's appearance and frowned. She had her suitcase, a heavy raincoat, and boots. "Where are you going?"

Andromeda trembled. "Out. I-Uh-I- Here," She handed the envelope with 'Narcissa' on the front to her. "Don't open this," She pointed to the letter, "Until I'm gone." She finished with a tremble in her voice.

Andromeda sniffed, and rubbed her eyes with the heel of her palms. She blinked and gazed back at Narcissa.

"Who are you going out with?" Narcissa questioned suspiciously. "Someone you're not allowed to be seen with?"

Andromeda raised a perfectly sculpted raven brow.

"Nevermind. Just- Don't stay out too late. I'm not covering for you." Narcissa smiled and playfully punched Andromeda's arm. Andromeda held her hand in front of her eyes so her baby sister couldn't see her tears. Andromeda nodded and turned quickly.

"I'll be back soon," She whispered. "I promise."

Andromeda slammed the front door shut and slid down it. She held her face in her hands as her tears mingled with the rain. Her hands were shaking, and she was gasping for breath. She breathed a sigh and composed herself again.

I'm a Black, she thought... At least I was.

She gulped and stood up, grabbing her things and pulling them along. Andromeda was grateful Narcissa didn't ask any questions. It'd be too hard to explain. She knew she was curious though. She'd known her baby sister for a long time.

She did not want to see Bellatrix's reaction though. Andromeda moaned. She'd always been her best friend. They were inseparable. Bellatrix, herself, had told her that she preferred Andy to Narcissa. The two had always had more in common. Narcissa was just a weak little girl who couldn't stand up for herself. Her sister's had to do it for her. Andromeda knew Bella would take it as hard as she would. They'd just show it in different ways. She'd end up killing a few Muggles in a fit of anger, while Andy simply would cry. Bellatrix never tolerated crying. The last time Andy had seen her cry was when she was nine and Father had taken away her toy broom. Crying was a weakness, and Black's did 'not' show weakness. It was a fact that everyone knew, and one that Andy was taught to master at a young age.

Andromeda had passed the moors where she had first met Rabastan Lestrange. She had passed through the Quidditch pitch her and Bella would fight on. She looked back at the Manor one more time, and her heart began to ache.

Saying goodbye to her sisters would have been pure torture, but a tiny part of her whispered that if they truly loved her in return, they wouldn't make her choose. It wouldn't happen that way though. Nothing is ever that easy.

Andromeda had looked ahead and saw Ted standing in the distance, grinning and waving like a stupid git. She sighed. She'd have to deal with him now for the rest of her life.

"Hurry up, my Lord." She mumbled.

Later that night, Narcissa had read Andromeda's letter and cried.

A/N Yupp, sadness... Sadness... Sadness... Sadness. Also, everyone PLEASE pray for my grandfather. He had a sugar seizure earlier this morning. Keep him in your thoughts. So anywho, Andromeda left, and I've done a much better job with keeping the Author's Notes shorter too! Anyways, REVIEW!