Disclaimer: The World of Harry Potter belongs to J. . I'm only playing with her toys.
Is it the Beginning of another War?
He looked absolutely hideous on the front page of the Daily Prophet. Howling and struggling, looking like every bit of the mad man that he is.
I looked up from the newspaper. Nymphadora and Ted were playing chess in the courtyard. She was home, finally. The Auror Training Programme had got over last week. The Ministry had given all the new recruits a week of holiday before they officially joined.
I am very sure what her first official assignment is going to be now.
Sirius Black had broken out of Azkaban. The first and probably the last wizard to ever accomplish this feat. It is a miracle that he survived in that place for 12 long years. The Ministry is going to throw in all of it's forces to capture him, again.
'He broke out of Azkaban', I smile slightly at the thought. If there was anyone who could that, had to be him. He's brilliant after all. Always been. He's MY favourite cousin or he was.
I look up from the newspaper and look at my family again. I don't want him to come and ruin this. I am surprised that the Ministry hasn't called for Nymphadora yet or dropped by to inquire me.
I can't do it all over again.
When the Ministry had first caught Sirius, the Aurors had troubled us for months. It was exhausting. I can't do that again.
Why did he have to break out? A part of me still hasn't believed that he has. No one has ever done it before.
I can't lie. When the truth of Sirius's betrayal got out, I was shocked to the core. He was such good friends with that Potter boy- James. Together they had even baby sitted Nymphadora on several accounts. They were like brothers.
There was no doubt that of everyone in my family, I liked Sirius the best. I could not be prouder when Sirius ran away from that horrible, horrible house. I was a little sad that he went to the Potters' instead of coming to me but I understood.
There was a time when I loved him, when I knew him but now I cannot even recognise him from that picture. There is a shadow of that once beautiful face but this isn't my cousin. This is a murderer who deserves nothing but pain.
There is one of his friends' who is still alive. His name is Lupin, I guess. I wonder where he is, if he has seen today's newspaper. I wish I could see him right now.
The Floo's green light flared up and a Ministry worker popped out. He introduced himself as Wood and asked for Nyphadora.
I took him to the lawn and they spoke animatedly for a few minutes before leaving together.
Ted finally saw the newspaper. He looks worried, almost scared. He wrapped his arms around me and pressed a kiss on my lips.
"It will be okay", he whispers. I bury my face into his chest.
I won't say I'm not scared. It would be a lie but I am not ready for this. Everything was okay. Life had settled itself and now this.
The Prophet says that Sirius has broken out to go after the Potter's son, Harry. Harry is just a boy. This can't be happening.
I really hope they catch him. I really hope they catch him and put him where he belongs. He should suffer for what he did. He should.
Nymohadora did not come back for dinner. I climbed to the attic and went through all my old things. I found some pictures and old birthday cards that Sirius had made me.
" To my favourite cousin Andromeda,
I love you
Siri."
This should not be happening. I punch the wall in anger. Ted comes up, wipes my tears and takes me to bed. He runs his fingers through my hair and reads me a book.
He says that it will be fine but it doesn't feel right. For some reason, it feels like the beginning of a new war.
There is a nagging part inside me which keeps arguing that Sirius is not guilty of the crimes he had been prosecuted for. I always secretly prayed for that part ot be correct but the facts put forward a different argument.
I hope that he doesn't come here because if he does I don't know what I will do. I don't know if I will embrace him or kill him straightaway.
Merlin! Let the Aurors catch him and take him back to where he belongs.
I can't bear to see him.