"We are leaving. Pack your things," Minerva said slamming the door behind her. She was in a hurry hoping that Bellatrix wouldn't come upstairs and make a big fuss in front of their daughter.

"Minerva, what's going on? Is everything ok? Where's Bella?" Hermione had been upstairs staring at the ceiling in hopes of gaining some clarity about her situation. She had gotten no clearer picture as to what to do about her current condition.

"Do you have anything here? Where are the clothes you came in?" The Transfiguration professor ignored her daughter. The girl could be just as stubborn as herself.

"They are pretty much ruined anyway. Now would you please calm down?" The older witch was bond to cause a mark on the floor if she kept pacing in such a way.

"Fine. Come on, we are leaving." Minerva grabbed the other witch's hand pulling the girl up from the bed. Without giving her another chance to argue, the witch apparated them away from her former lover's home.

Hermione once again had her the feeling of her insides being squeezed through a tube. It was as unsettling as the first time. What was up with her mother's apparating her away without letting her know what they were doing? "Ugh…where are we?" Her insides were still going through the spin cycle even though her body had stopped. If it didn't stop soon she would be throwing up all over her stern professor's boots.

"We are at an old friend's house. We should be safe from Bellatrix here." They were only a few feet away from a muggle home in rural England. "Come along. It is best if we let them know we are here. I would hate for them to think we are deatheaters here to…well do things Bellatrix would do. Come now."

Hermione didn't follow the older witch at first, but seeing as she was going to get left behind she quickly hurried after her mother. Standing in the doorway of the tiny muggle home was a witch that looked awfully similar to her other mother.

"What are you doing her, Minerva? And who is that with you?" She had a tone that sounded a bit haughty.

"We need to stay for a little while, Andromeda. It is the one place your sister would never look for us, Hermione and I."

"Hermione? Potter's friend? Why is she with you? Why is Bellatrix hunting you? I assume you aren't talking about Narcissa, unless you have somehow manage to enter her bed too."

"Stop being that way. We need a place to stay. Are you going to let us stay or not? My daughter and I would be in your debt."

"Your daughter? She is Bella's, isn't she?" The woman identified as Andromeda came out of the doorway to inspect the young Gryffindor. The girl definitely had some of the Black family characteristics. Hermione had frizzy hair just like herself and Bella. Her light brown hair probably came from Minerva, Bellatrix's hair was much to dark. Her facial features were regal just like the Blacks. There was no doubt is Andy's mind that this was her niece. She couldn't turn her friend away even if she wanted to. "Come inside. We can talk some more in there. It's not safe to talk out here."

Both witches followed Andromeda inside the small house and into the living room. It was small decorated tastefully in light greens with a silver undertone. It was clear even though Andromeda had given up on her family that she hadn't complete given up on her house. "Please have a seat."

"Actually, Hermione probably needs her rest. I assume we will be in the guest room?" Minerva must have been here before if she already knew that the house only had one guest room. It was a three bedroom house; the two other bedrooms belonged to the residences. Nymphadora Tonks still lived with her parents, though she was often out late working on some sort of auror mission.

Andromeda worked as a part-time healer and her husband worked in a muggle business. Muggle money is worth far less when compared to wizarding money. It was one thing that helped magnify the thought that muggle born witches and wizards were inferior. They made a modest sum and their home was very sparse in containing fine things. Well that and the fact that Nymphadora was as clumsy as they came. Anything nice in the house had long since been broken, ruined, or destroyed.

Minerva had been a friend of Andromeda after the First Wizarding War. It had been hard, but eventually Andromeda came to terms with Minerva's attraction to her sister. Much like her ancestors, the oldest Black daughter didn't like sharing things with her sisters even when she didn't want them anymore. She couldn't help she was a spoiled prat as a child, but through her marriage to Ted, she had slowly become less Slytherin like.

"I'm not tired, Minerva. I can stay up." Hermione didn't realize that her professor really didn't want her around while she talked with her old friend.

"Hermione, it is best if you leave now."

"But, Min-"

"Please just do as I ask." The transfiguration professor was tired and was certainly not ready to have an argument with the young teen. She already had to argue with her ex-lover and would most likely have an argument with Andromeda; she would probably hex someone if she ended up arguing with Hermione as well.

"Fine, which way?" Andromeda pointed towards the hallway telling the girl that it was the first door on the right. The young Gryffindor sent a glare at her mother before quickly striding away from the two witches towards the small guest room.

Minerva waited until her little witch slammed the door before turning to the woman that had rejected her advances so many years before. "You still keep a bottle of fire whiskey hidden like you did when we were in school?"

Andromeda gave her a sad smile before delicately taking her hand in her own. It could have been brushed off as simply a friend taking another's hand, but with the Blacks it could be more. It could be the lead in to a seduction as the Blacks sisters are known for, but with Andy it could be either.

Getting two glasses from the cabinet, Andy pulled a bottle of fire whiskey from her hidden spot in the wall she had used her magic to hide from her husband. "Still take yours neat?"

"Yes, thank you. Where is Ted this evening?" Minerva had assumed he would be up with his wife, but with him being a muggle it would have been wiser to let his witch handle whomever had intruded into their warded boundary.

"Ted…Ted…he is sleeping at his…his girlfriend's house." Andromeda took a big gulp of the amber liquid as she finished those words. She hadn't told anyone about her husband's recent infidelity. They had been having marriage problems for a while now. Andromeda was feeling needy and lonely not to mention in embarrassed if about her failed in her marriage to a muggle.

"I am sorry. I had no idea, Andy." Minerva reached her hand across the table hoping to offer some semblance of comfort to her old friend.

"No one does. I haven't told anyone. I admit it has been rough. I am glad you are here now though, Min. Sorry for being rough with my words earlier. It is a rough time for me."

"It is fine, my friend. We seem to both being having a bit of a rough time recently."

Andromeda sighed refilling both their drinks. Minerva was on her second glass and Andy her third. "So you had a baby with my sister?"

"Yes, apparently I did. She had the baby and never told me about her." Minerva didn't look at Andromeda anymore as she talked instead she stared off at the wall. It was a troubling subject for her. Anything emotional though was hard for her to talk about with others.

"How fucked up is that? Though, that's my bloody sister for you."

They continued talking well into the night. By the time they decided to turn in both the two women had been able to finish off a bottle and a half between them. Minerva was used to having a glass at night, but a bottle was enough to make her drunk. Andromeda was more of a lightweight than the professor; although she hadn't drunken as much as the professor, she was just as tipsy if not flat out drunk.

"Minnie, you know…I wouldn't mind….yah know…like I did back then…if yah laid one on the old kisser. I failed at men. Why not try yah? My sister sure liked it. I could hear yah howling sometimes." Andromeda had gone to check on her sister some nights only to find her already engaged by the lovely Miss McGonagall.

"You want me to kiss yah lassy?" McGonagall slurred.

"Show me…(hiccup)…what yah got Min."

Hey everyone, I know it has been a while. So how do y'all feel about Minerva and Andromeda?