A/N Quick update, yay! At least for me it is...
Disclaimer: Nope. I still do not own Harry Potter. I'm trying though.
In front of her was her mother, feet on the bottom arm rest and neck over the opposite. She had a glass of liquor in her left hand with a lipstick smear on the top edge. Druella was sleeping peacefully, most likely due to intoxication. Rodolphus was on the other side of the room, attempting to pour himself another glass of run. He was murmuring words under his breath, and his were closed. The brownish-liquid was going anywhere but inside the glass as he staggered in place.
"Andromeda!" He cried, finally taking notice that she was staring at him. "You know, I had the absolute oddest dream last night. Geez. So anyway," What little liquid that was in the glass sloshed out when he stumbled trying to walk over to her. "Dumbledore was there, right? Well, anyway," He slurred slightly, "He cut off his own penis with his beard!" He doubled over in laughter and clutched his stomach when he fell on the ground.
"I had a dream like that too." A softer voice came from her left. Andromeda turned to see her mother, awakened from her slumber and staring at her glass of liquor. "Except Nagini squeezed it until it came off." Druella chuckled, and Rodolphus gasped for air.
"Must've been whatever we were drinking last night, Ma!" Rodolphus smirked, handing her a full bottle of wine.
Andromeda shook her head, slightly perturbed by the idea of unattached penises and the relationship Druella and Rodolphus had seem to have grown.
"Do you want me to do the honors, Rod honey?" She asked sweetly. Andromeda cringed and began to walk backwards out of the room, hoping desperately not to be caught. When she was almost through the threshold, someone crashed into her shoulder, sending her sprawling very ungracefully onto the floor.
"Rod! It's time! Lucius is already at the Ministry. C'mon, we have to LEAVE!" Bellatrix shouted, stepping over Andromeda to reach her husband.
"The Ministry? Oh, is it because of that overdue bill? I thought you didn't want to pay it, love.."He trailed off as Bella stared blankly at him.
"First off, we can't. We're criminals. Secondly, I'm talking about our mission, dammit! It's time to leave!"
He frowned, as if thinking for a moment. "We had a mission?" He whispered, terrified.
Bella grabbed him roughly by his arm, causing the glass in his right hand to shatter against the floor. Stepping roughly over Andromeda, she drug Rodolphus out of the door, presumably towards the Floo.
Andromeda sighed and attempted to raise herself. She slammed her hand down and flinched. Staring down at her hand, she noticed a large shard of glass sticking out of her left hand. Tears threatening to pool over, Andromeda pulled the glass out of her gently, so as not to harm herself.
"C'mere dear. Use this," Druella whispered, placing a towel over her now bleeding hand. She staggered a bit and had to lean on Andromeda for support. "How have you been getting on here?" She asked, breath smelling of straight alcohol.
"I should be asking you the same question," She gave a tight lipped smile and shrugged, "Well I guess. How have you been settling in?"
"Well I guess," She said imitating her daughter's voice. "You're not well. A mother knows all. Even if I was the worse mother imaginable."
Andromeda chuckled a little, "We are Purebloods. You had no choice."
Druella just nodded, staring again into her glass. "Would you like a bit of your own?" She offered.
"No thank you."
Druella genuinely smiled and let out a small chuckle. "You always did have the best manners. Out of all three girls, you always did."
Andromeda grinned at the compliment and sat down on the couch, applying more pressure to her wound.
"That stupid Rod. Breaking glass and hurting my baby girl." She muttered drunkenly, cleaning the pieces up with a few intricate waves of her wand. Andromeda raised a brow and smiled. As far as she knew, Druella had never called her or any of her other daughters BABY. Not even Narcissa, who just so happened to be her favorite. When her mother became intoxicated, she always became a much nicer person than what she was. She could recall briefly the times from her childhood when her parents would come home late from a ball. Her mother was always clinging on to their father during the time, making jokes and gestures, and even whispering sweet nothings into his ear.
When her mother was sober, she showed no hospitality to anyone. There was such a drastic change between her drunken and her sober self, and she found herself yearning for the drunk. Most did, usually. Even her own father. Her word choice became very casual and mature as well. Some even cringed when they were in her presence.
"Why are you upset?" Druella asked softly as she fell onto the couch, rather gracefully considering her state. "You know what," She whispered, "Don't answer that. You miss Dora, don't you?"
Andromeda nodded, keeping her eyes from meeting her mother's.
"I know how you feel. Hell," She shrugged, lifting the bottle of wine to her lips, "I couldn't speak to you openly for ages." She said, taking a swig out of the bottle. "You aren't allowed to see her, are you?"
Andromeda shook her head, confused slightly. Her mother rarely comforted anyone, not even such close family as herself.
"We'll I'll tell you what, Andromeda. As a crazy old voodoo lady, I will tell you this. You will see her sooner than you thinks. I just," She trailed off slightly and frowned, "I just have a feeling is all. She'll be with you again soon."
"I shouldn't have to choose."
"Who the hell said you had to?" She remarked, swallowing the rest of the wine in the bottle. "She'll come to you." She said pointedly before raising from the couch and leaving the room.
Andromeda leaned against the back of the chair and closed her eyes. In the shadows of her eyelids, all she could see was a heart-shaped face inside of brightly colored pink hair. Sighing softly, she rested her head against the pillow and fell asleep.
"Andromeda! Andromeda! Wake up! They're on their way home!" She was shook awake roughly to see Narcissa standing over her, looking worried. "Rodolphus is home from the mission, but Lucius isn't back yet." She bit her lip as tears threatened to flow over. Andromeda padded her back awkwardly in a poor attempt at comfort.
Andromeda followed Narcissa into the dining room where she found Rodolphus with an ice pack on his lower back. Raising a perfectly arched brow, Andromeda pointed to the pack back to Rodolphus.
Rodolphus shook his head and snarled. "That Lovegood girl. Xeno's daughter, I think?" He sneered, "I hit her in the nose and there was a little blood. Well, because my reflexes were a little bit slower thanks to my delicious rum, I was knocked backwards. I am almost positive I broke my tailbone. Isn't that the one in the arse?"
Narcissa laughed a little and nodded. "It's probably just bruised, Rod. You'll live." Andromeda could see the worry hidden in Narcissa's face. Not for Rodolphus, of course, but Lucius. She was desperately hoping for he subject to come up so she could hear some news on her husband.
"How's Lucius?" Andromeda asked, saving her sister from her fear. Narcissa cast her a thankful glance and turned back to Rodolphus.
"They were cornering Potter again, and Bellatrix has been dueling with your daughter the entire time," Rodolphus said pointing to Andromeda. "I tried to knock some sense into her, but she kept blabbing on about her being a some filthy half-blood."
Andromeda's insides froze. Dora was in danger by her own aunt. It was all because Andromeda had to tell Bellatrix about the possible paternity of Nymphadora. "Is she okay?" She asked, her voice cracking a bit.
"She was fine, yeah. Seems to have gotten your fighting skills. They've been going at it since it started." Andromeda smiled a bit at the thought of her daughter beating Bellatrix. She, herself, had only beat her on a time or two when they were younger. Even today, as trained as she is, she wouldn't be able to duel her without losing.
The Floo burned a bit, and Bellatrix slid over the floor. She gasped and shook. "We're going to die," She said, heading straight to the table to put her head down. "We're all going to die a very painful and long death. The simplest of orders too..." She sobbed.
"Did Potter get the prophecy?" Rodolphus asked, sitting down opposite his wife.
"Worse. It's shattered."
"How's Lucius?" Narcissa asked, taking a particular interest in her shoes.
"Lucius? That's what you're worried about? The Dark Lord is facing Dumbledore at this very moment, the prophecy is shattered, and Dolohov has been sent back to Azkaban! He will kill us for not retrieving it! We'll be tortured! Or killed!"
Narcissa frowned and looked away, ashamed to even ask.
"Sirius is dead." Bellatrix said, voice devoid of all emotion. Andromeda looked up to meet Narcissa's eyes. In them were shock, sadness, and a pinch of fear. "I killed him," She shrugged.
Narcissa shook her head, "Why would you-"
"Oh, yes. Sirius knocked Lucius out. Hopefully he wakes up in time for him to not be captured, or it's Azkaban for him." Bellatrix taunted.
Andromeda shook her head, still dazed by the news of Sirius's death. Out of the corner of her eye, she saw a red coat. A coat she was quite familiar with, considering the fact that she bought it. Turning her head a fraction, she saw Dora standing by the Floo in the shadows staring straight at her.
A/N I'll be phone at with you people, I probably won't be updating until after Thanksgiving, but I will try. Especially because I feel bad for that shitty cliffhanger. My apologies. PLEASE REVIEW!