Disclaimer: Harry Potter and all related places and characters in no way belong to myself. The plot and circumstance of this story, however, is original to my brain, so please do not copy it. I receive no money for this work, only the satisfaction of sharing it with others.
Author's Note: These chapters will most likely vary greatly in length. Each one is a separate entry (usually denoting a separate day) in Andromeda Black's life. Please review, such are the things that keep me sane. :)
Tempest
There came a storm on Christmas Day. No snow fell, only rain, much to my disappointment. They were being intolerable again, so I went for a walk in the squall, taking this book, which is my only confidante at home.I could never tell anyone in my family anything, after all. Not this, never this.
Fates! What have I done? Why have I brought this shame and torture upon myself? Mother will shun me. Father will disown me, all for my horrendous choices. If only I could take it back, change the past….
That is useless thinking, or so I tell myself. My inkwell runs dry and my pages grow wet. Not from the rain, but my own tears.
Ancestors, save me! I knew not the consequences of my actions!
Perhaps I shall catch pneumonia out here, and die a slow, sickly death. Then I may take my secret to my tomb. All would be well, if I were only strong enough to die.
Alas, I am weak.