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Meet me. Leaky Cauldron. Eight. ~Andy~

That's what the crinkled paper in Cygnus Black's hands said. The letter was from Andromeda. A shabby owl had tapped on the glass of an upstairs window just earlier that morning with the paper in it's beak. Andromeda hadn't written too much in a fear of it falling into the wrong hands.

She had been gone for no more than a week. Narcissa had looked empty for the past week, while Bellatrix wanted the Tonks boy's head on her wall.

Bellatrix had been in shock. Rodolphus had told him and his wife that only an hour after she had gotten the news, she had killed nineteen Muggles in a mad raid.

If anything, Andromeda's so called betrayaldrew Bellatrix further into the dark side. She had become more obsessed with the Dark Lord and his movement. Bellatrix had been studying ancient dark magic for new methods to kill Tonks. It had caused an even deeper hate for Mudbloods.

Cygnus ran his hand through his newly graying hair. "Druella," He shouted to his wife up the steps. "Come, it's almost eight."

A few moments later, Druella had come down the steps with a hooded cloak over her head, covering her face. In her hand was a replica coat, which she handed to Cygnus.

"Here." She said.

Cygnus raised a brow. "What's this," He questioned. "Ashamed of seeing our daughter?" He added sourly.

She sighed dramatically. "We don't need this now, Cygnus," She shoved the cloak back in his arms. "Just take it."

He rolled his eyes and pulled the cloak on. He opened the door for Druella and he followed after. Cygnus grabbed her arm gently and apparated.

"Right there," He pointed. "She said the Leaky Cauldron." He whispered the last part. She nodded and walked towards the filth-laden pub.

"I hate this place. You know that." She spoke bitterly.

"Where else could we meet, Druella? Bellatrix has Death Eaters searching everywhere for her and Tonks."

"Would've rather her come to ours." She spoke.

"Oh yeah, would've went real well." His voice dripped in sarcasm. Druella shot him a glare. He glanced at her and flinched. All three daughters had inherited that glare. Unfortunately.

He opened the door to Leaky Cauldron for Druella, and she had immediately turned up her nose.

"Unbelievable woman." He muttered so only he could hear.

Tom, the barkeeper, had flashed them a grin, despite not seeing their faces. "Hello! What can I do for you two?" Tom still couldn't see them.

"Something in the back, I think." Cygnus whispered darkly. Hell, he thought. He had a reputation to upheld, whether Tom could tell who they were or not.

Tom looked taken aback, but nonetheless said, "Very well."

He lead them both to a dark corner of the pub to a cleared table. It wasn't much of a sight. Half of it's leg was missing, and there was only one ripped placemat. Cygnus knew Druella was more than a little chagrin.

"Thank you." She mumbled and took a seat in the chair.

"Would you like me to take your cloaks?" Tom asked kindly.

"No!" The shouted in unison. Tom blinked and backed away quickly.

Once he was out of ear shot, Druella had turned to face Cygnus. "Well, sit. We must wait."

The bell chimed, signaling that someone had walked in the door. Cygnus and Druella didn't have to wait long, for Tom had spoken out.

"Ah! Miss Black! To what do I owe the pleasure?" He smiled and grabbed her hand and planted a kiss that lasted a little too long for comfort.

"I'm to meet someone." She spoke shyly.

"Well, there's only," He nodded his head towards Cygnus and Druella." 'Them' here." His voice was dipped in venom.

"That's them. Thanks Tom." Andromeda didn't even make eye contact with Tom. She was too busy eyeing down her parents. Tom frowned and turned around to continue scrubbing the bar top.

Andromeda made her way over to her parents quickly. She immediately sat across from them and rested her head in her arms on the table.

"Elbows off table, Dear." Druella spoke tenderly.

Andromeda moved her arms to her lap, but kept her head downward.

"Well... Nevermind." She spoke.

"Why are we here, Andromeda?" Cygnus asked, genuinely concerned.

She sighed. "I've never believed your beliefs more than I do at this moment. I can't do this. I can't!" She began to shout, and Druella had grabbed her arm and pushed her nails menacingly in her skin to quiet her.

"Shhh! We mustn't talk about that!" She whispered threateningly.

"I hate Mudbloods. I. Hate. Them," She spoke dangerously. "I'm surprised I don't break out in rashes when he touches me! You two should've produced an heir," Andromeda spoke through gritted teeth. Andromeda was clutching the table so hard that her fingers began to turn white. "I've lived with Muggles for the past week! Muggles! And his little muggle sister! You know she made a joke about burning me at the stake! I about ripped her head off! But no! I stayed cool, calm, and collected. I laughed a little and smiled real wide. So how was your week?" Andromeda's false cheer startled both Cygnus and Druella. They would expect such behavior of maybe Bellatrix but not Andromeda...

"Don't know how to respond to that, do you?" Andromeda sighed and laid her head in her hands. "I'm sorry, I've just-," She shook her head and clenched her jaw until she frowned. "How is everyone? When the news broke?"

Druella had spoken up first. "Narcissa's been a little... Empty looking. Bellatrix has Death Eaters after both you and him. She threw your letter into the fireplace after she read the first paragraph," She frowned. "Uh, your grandparents were a little angry. But, oh! Sirius and your Uncle Alphard are proud of you!" She smiled softly.

"Oh great, the two blood-traitors to be," She spoke in a deep monotone voice. "I'm assuming I've been blown off the family tree? Correct?" She asked.

Cygnus and Druella both glanced at each other at the same time and nodded.

"Bella did it?" They nodded again.

She sighed. "Figured either her or Aunt Walburga would do it. How is she anyway? I can just hear her screams now. Filth! Stain of Dishonor! Tainting the house of my fathers! She chuckled darkly.

"Things are looking bright, aren't they?" Cygnus asked sarcastically.

"The reason I've asked you to come here... Well, you love me, don't you? I'm your daughter, no matter tapestries say. I need help." Andromeda asked quietly.

"Excuse me? Would you like something to drink?" Tom, the barkeeper was standing at the front of the table with a small notepad in his hands.

"Three Firewhiskeys if you please." Cygnus said desperately. He nodded and left the table without another word.

"Help? What kind of help? There isn't much we can do. You know that." Druella tilted her head.

"Financially. As I said, I'm living with Muggles at the moment. I need something to live off of." Andromeda massaged her temples and breathed deeply.

Cygnus looked shocked. "You think you don't have permission to our vault? You can get money any time you need. We didn't cut you off."

"Won't people get suspicious? I'm a Blood-Traitor now."

"No one needs to know," Druella shrugged. "Besides, if worst comes to worst. Well, we'll cross that bridge when we get there, won't we?" She said, not looking at her daughter or Cygnus.

"Your Firewhiskeys!" Tom said a little too enthusiastically for the somber mood at the table. He placed a drink in front of all three of them, and smiled again. "Is there anything else I could you lot?"

"No," Druella looked up. "Thank you though." She added. He smiled and left to return to the bar.

"Another thing," Andromeda spoke again when he was out of ear shot. "About my Dark Mark. How can I hide it?"

"Potions can conceal it. It won't go away though. It's a very powerful Dark Magic." Cygnus told her very seriously.

"What type of potion?" She asked, desperately seeking an answer.

"Horklump Juice, Flobberworm Mucus, and Lethe River Water should be the main ingredients. Go to apothecary after you've visited Gringotts," Druella tapped her nails against her Firewhiskey glass. "I don't know the instructions exactly, but sure you could find them at Borgin and Burke's. They ought to have something.

Andromeda nodded. "Well, I must be off." She sighed. "I miss you lot," She said while standing up from her chair.
Cygnus and Druella followed. "Give a kiss to everyone for me." She chuckled and downed the rest of her Firewhiskey in one sip.

"I've got that for you, Miss. Black!" Tom snatched the glass out of Andromeda's hand before she could even respond. She looked a little irritated but forced a smile up at him. He grabbed both Cygnus and Druella's and left the table once again.

"You wanted to rip off his head." Druella mumbled.

"Living with Muggles helps you compose yourself," She smiled. I guess living with Black's didn't hurt either. Well, I must be going now. Thank you for both meeting me here. I'm glad I have you through all of this." She spoke sincerely.

She gave them one last smile before opening the door to the Leaky Cauldron and departing to a world of bitterness, hatred, and unfairness.

Cygnus sighed. "Come, it's late."

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