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Bella
Nymphadora didn't remember falling asleep, though from the glow on the inside of her eyes letting her know that the afternoon sun was beginning to set over the Tonks house she could only assume she had slept most of the day away. Clearly her body had needed the rest, after the battle at Hogwarts and then...her body shuddered at the thought of her husbands behavior as she resigned herself to pretending to sleep. She listened to her son, on the floor at the foot of her bed, playing with his building blocks by the sounds of things. She assumed Rabastan was down there with him, acting the height of innocence and fatherly perfection.
She held back a shudder at the thought of his behaviour, truly having no idea of how to go on from this. After a few moments of silent contemplation Nymphadora decided to risk moving, something was digging into her side making her far too uncomfortable to fake sleep entirely. It was only as she went to turn and felt the object move beneath her that she realised what it really was. With a deep breath Nymphadora decided to be brave and open her eyes. Rabastan's dark eyes were staring down at her, though the minute she made eye contact he looked away. Nymphadora felt the strong arm of her husband wrap around her back, she tensed on instinct. The expelling of breath from her husbands lips made Dora look up again, though her head soon had Rabastan's forehead pressed against it, she was staring straight at his neck, taking in each and every detail of his old Azkaban number tattoo as she waited for him to say or do something, anything.
"Do you hurt still, Dora?" His voice was barely above a whisper, speaking with his head still nuzzled against hers.
The witch considered this for a moment, she did still hurt, the residual pain of multiple curses running through her still. Though did he ask this in concern or in the malice of his previous actions, wanting to ensure she was in pain. Though one thing stuck out in his sentence as she turned it over in her mind; Dora. He has called her Dora, not Nymphadora. She bit her lip and screwed her eyes shut as she let herself nod slightly.
She felt the man adjusting her in his arms as he pulled her close, drawing his wand as before trailing it down the length of her back. Instant relief flooded her tired muscles and joints relaxed under him. Dora let herself reach her hand up, resting it on his side. The witch continued to lay there in silence, not daring to move or say a word as she tried to comprehend what on earth was going through her husbands mind. One minute he had her under a Crucio and the next he was laying there lovingly stroking her back, kissing her head as he relieved her pain.
"I don't want to lose you, Nymphadora ..." his voice was so quiet if it weren't for the close proximity Dora was sure she wouldn't have heard him. She remained silent, nearly hearing her husband mentally trying to find the words to say "I don't want to hurt you . . . But you need to listen . . . I don't want to lose you."
Dora hesitated for a moment before she sighed, adjusting herself in the mans arms until she could look up to his sorrow filled face. She reached up to his features, gently stroking her hand along his jaw line "I know . . ."
"You should hit me." Rabastan sighed "Curse me."
"I won't hit you." Dora sighed.
"You should."
"Well I won't."
"Dora—" Rabastan sighed exasperatedly before he gentle removed his arm and sat up, staring at their son on the floor as he played happily "I can't risk her influence on you—on Rigel."
"Rab that's silly." Dora sat up though shuffled away from him slightly in order to lean her back against the head rest "She raised me for merlin's sake, any influence she was going to have on me is already done."
"No it's not." Rabastan shook his head "You're different from when you first left her home—better, but different. Her influence got diluted down, you're far quicker to do Death Eater tasks and the likes, you used to hesitate more."
"I was nervous, not unwilling." Dora shook her head "Who do you think taught me all about Dark Magic? Who taught me about the basics of the unforgivables? Hmm?"
"Who let you go gallivanting about with a half blood werewolf?" Rabastan raised an eyebrow as he turned to face her "She never tried to stop you from associating with such filth. I'm sure she would have let you marry him and don't even dare say you don't care about him anymore—I saw your fists clench when I mentioned him."
"I thought I was a half-blood . . . I had a pureblood boyfriend once." Dora hesitated for a moment before she looked down to her hands bunched up in her skirts on her lap "You—You saw him. He was the man I killed in the battle . . ." Dora gathered herself for a moment before she looked to Rabastan firmly "He used me for a year only to dump me on the last day of seventh year, said he couldn't go any further because of my blood—he had planned to use and lose me from the beginning. I funnily enough thought "What would Andromeda do?" and sent a fierce Crucio his way. I certainly didn't want to date another pureblood after that, what pureblood would want to knowingly be with a half-blood?"
"And that is all her fault, she should have raised you pure." Rabastan snapped, wincing as he watched his young wife jump back and heard the confused 'Daddy?' of their son.
"We have to take her, do you want me pre-occupied with Delphi 24/7? She can look after Delphi . . ." Dora muttered. "Rab, please don't make me lose them. I just lost my mum, after not knowing her for 21 years I lost her. Now the only thing I have left of her is that little girl and I promised I would keep her safe." Tears streamed down Dora's face as she stood from the bed, walking around in front of her husband so he could see her "Andromeda can keep both the children safe, we can't duel off those who are sure to come after us if we have children to protect—Delphi or no Delphi. Please Rab—I don't think I can do it! I love you and I want to keep you and our son safe of course but I can't. What if I make a wrong move? Just one wrong move and Rigel could be without his parents! He'll be raised by someone else and never know us! I can't cope with that, we need as much help as we can get." Dora had broken down on the floor, crying hysterically to herself as she tried to get her point across with all that she could "Hurt me if you want, I don't care."
Nymphadora shook on the floor, her son soon wailing a few feet from her as he couldn't go to her from his warded play area. As her hair fell limp past her features Dora barely realised the arms that came around her, the lap she was pulled in, nor did she ever realise the few tears that fell on her heart shaped face that were not her own. As she tried to calm herself she felt a little pair of arms wrap around her, smiling sadly through the sobs at her young son, pulling him onto her lap as he sat between his mother and father.
"I didn't want to hurt you, Dora." Rabastan shushed into his wife's ear "I snapped . . . Azkaban—it weakened my mind too—I couldn't control myself—I didn't mean to."
"It's okay." Dora breathed, leaning into Rabastan.
"It's not okay though." Rabastan argued.
"No . . . hitting or hurting me in any way is never okay . . ." Dora sniffed "But it wasn't you . . . We've both been through a lot these last few days—I daresay I could have easily tried to curse you into submission."
Rab kissed bother Dora and Rigel's cheeks before he looked back to his wife, brushing the hair gently from her face "We need a proper plan Dora . . . But for now do me one kindness?"
"Okay . . ."
"Don't call her mother—or mum or anything of the sorts. Call her Andromeda. She's not your mother, Dora." Rab shuddered "You are not a half-blood."
Dora nodded gently, watching her son snuggling into her side as she rested her head on her husband's shoulder "Okay."
The trio sat like that for longer than any of them could say. First sitting in silence as Rigel happily gave a rare moment of seated silence with lots of cuddles given to each of his parents, then both parents played with their child as he giggled cheerfully, when it came time for dinner Nymphadora popped down to the kitchen. Andromeda was not there, though a few plates of sandwiches were on the side, one cut up into tiny little pieces with a yoghurt on the side, clearly the woman someone knew the small family needed some space. They happily ate, played then put their child to bed for the night, the two parents not far behind. As Nymphadora laid in the arms of her husband she stared out the window that looked out to the back garden of the house, the old metal swing set creaking eerily gently back and forth as it called to Dora with all of her childhood memories. The metamorphmagus fell into a troubled sleep at the thought of what they would actually planed to do, she was sure there was lots to come for the family soon. First thing on her lsit of objectives? Discuss matters with Andromeda, then perhaps getting Rabastan to at least be amicable. Dora was sure going back to war would have been easier and simpler.
Nymphadora woke at 7am, entwined in her husband as she looked over his shoulder to see the culprit of her early morning wake up call. She smiled at Rigel before she tried to slowly untangle herself from Rabastan "Too early . . . Sleep." Rabastan mumbled, much to his wife's amusement.
"You stay there," Dora said as she successfully got out of the bed, quickly going over to her bag and changing into a casual dress before leaning over Rigel's cot minutes later. She lifted him into her arms "I need to go feed Rigel. I'll keep him downstairs so you can sleep a bit longer."
"Dora?" Rabastan called when she had reached the door, the dark haired witch turning to look at him as Rigel played with his mothers locks.
"Yes, Rabastan?" Dora asked, a look of all seriousness on her face, they stared at each other as Dora tried to ignore Rigels new interest in her locket before he simply shook his head.
"Nothing." Rabastan said, laying back down within the covers of the bed.
Dora sighed before she kissed Rigel's cheek, leaving her old room and slowly making her way down the stairs. "Why are you so wide awake so early, hmm?" Dora yawned at her son "You don't have a job to go to or school, you should be making the most of your lie ins for as long as possible." She grinned at the boys giggles.
"Foo'" Rigel cheered, his hair going pink.
"Yes, food." Dora laughed as she walked into the kitchen "No need to get too excited."
"Takes after his mother then?" Nymphadora looked up to Andromeda, the woman already placing pieces of toast on a highchair for Delphi.
"I—" Dora hesitated before she placed her son in the already summoned highchair next to Delphi "A little."
"He looks like you." Andromeda smiled slightly at the boy, putting some toast in front of him as he giggled in delight at his breakfast, stuffing his face.
"Meaning he can morph?" Dora asked, sitting down at the kitchen table.
"No." Andromeda said "He's too young to consciously morph away his main features at the moment."
"Hmm." Dora looked to the boy for a moment before she flicked open one of the cupboards with her wand, accio'ing a cereal bar with a small smirk before she took a large bite out of it "I haven't had these in years."
"They're muggle rubbish and no good for you." Andromeda rolled her eyes, handing a whining Delphi her drink "I only ever kept them in the house for you." She laughed as Nymphadora looked questionably at the sell by date on the packaging "I brought some more recently."
"Oh . . ." Dora said before stuffing the rest in her mouth and waving her wand to make the packaging instantly disappear "Destroy the evidence."
"Yes," Andromeda sighed "I'm sure that Rabastan wouldn't exactly approve of you eating such things." She considered her once daughter, watching her watch the two children with a curious eye before she finally said what was on her mind "What happened yesterday? After our trip to the attic."
Dora looked down, considering each and every detail of her battle worn wand as if it were the first time she had seen it. She didn't know what to say to Andromeda, merlin knew what would happen if she had told her true mother. She twiddled the wood between her wand between her fingers as she tried to think of what to say. Finally, Dora shrugged "Nothing."
Andromeda looked to Nymphadora, giving her a look that made no doubt that she was indeed once a Black—a Pureblood of high breeding with all the perfectly practised facial expressions. The woman took a long sip on her tea, peering over the rim of her cup at the girl as she watched her squirm with the awkwardness of the situation. "He hurt you, didn't he?" it was said matter of factly, Andromeda didn't need her to reply to know the answer. As Nymphadora busied herself with fetching a piece of toast Delphi had decided to throw at Rigel, throwing it in the bin after it had landed on the floor. "What did he do exactly, Dora?"
Nymphadora swallowed sitting back in her chair, considering lying for a moment before she took a deep breath and looked Andromeda straight in the eyes "He used Crucio on me."
"And that is how you got the bruise on your face?" Andromeda raised an eyebrow.
"Well I didn't fully heal from the battle, I'm sure I got hit in the face then. It's a late bloomer." Dora summoned a mirror, wincing as she looked to her bruised chin before she instantly morphed it away "I'll get some bruise cream later."
"It's in the same place it's always been." Andromeda took another sip of her tea before she spoke again "So he used Crucio and hit you in the face. Is that all?"
". . . Yes."
"Has he done it before?"
". . . Yes—but only once." Dora looked away from Andromeda's piercing gaze "I may have swore at him whilst in an argument about Mum, she nearly killed him for it . . . He got very upset about it after, did anything I asked of him for a week."
"I suppose I don't need to ask what it was about this time." Andromeda sighed "He can't be very happy to be here."
Dora shook her head "He doesn't see the logic behind it . . . he want's me to go with him and Rigel and leave Delphini here for you to look after."
"No." Andromeda scoffed "I'm not being left to raise another of Bellatrix's children alone."
"I wouldn't leave her." Dora stated firmly, watching the silver haired one year old smooshing her last piece of toast into her face "She's my sister . . . She's . . ."
"She's Bella's." Andromeda nodded.
"I won't do it." Dora shook her head "I'm not leaving her—I'm not leaving either of you."
"Dora . . ." Andromeda sighed "You should have gone over this plan of yours with him before you came here."
"I wouldn't have got him here if I did that." Dora said.
"He loves you, I'm sure you could have persuaded him eventually." Andromeda shrugged "Dora, you need to understand that he wasn't raised as you were. He was taught that a wife is there to simply look pretty and give him heirs." Andromeda raised a hand to stop Nymphadora protesting "I know that he doesn't just see you as that, no man could know you enough to marry you and expect only that of you. But that doesn't mean he probably doesn't go against everything he was ever taught every day of his life. Add the stint in Azkaban—one that made Bellatrix fall completely off the edge, though granted she was closer to it before she went in—you should consider yourself lucky he's as level headed as he is."
"How would you know how level headed he is?" Dora raised an eyebrow, trying to divert the conversation elsewhere.
"Because if he was half as mentally unstable as your mother she would never have allowed you to marry him." Andromeda smirked knowingly for a moment before all seriousness fell back to her face "Though I'm sure Bellatrix would never give him a second chance you have put the man through a lot. You've dragged him to a blood traitors house whilst fleeing from what I am sure was a horrific battle. If he dares lay so much as a finger on you I will give him a punishment that Bellatrix would be proud of."
Dora smiled slightly "Duly noted."
"Mumma." Rigel grinned, reaching for the woman. She soon picked him up, placing him on her lap before kissing his head. Andromeda smiled at the pair before another call of "Mumma." Came from the little witch still sat in her highchair. The elder witches looked at each other for a moment, either unsure of what to say as the child continued her cries.
"Dora." Dora bit her lip as she reached over for Delphi, sitting one child on each leg, kissing Delphi's hair "Come sit with Dora."
"She's been doing that all night . . . Calling for her." Andromeda sighed.
"She's used to getting what she wants." Dora chewed her lip. "Once she—"
Both witches immediately looked to the windows, each feeling a disturbance in the wards. "Dora, take the children up to your room." Andromeda drew her wand, immediately standing "Now."
After a moments hesitation Dora nodded, standing up as she ran with the children up the stairs. She swore at the door as she tried to manoeuvre the children to open the door before she got a hand free, flicking her wrist to open the door before barging through it and dropping both children unceremoniously on the bed. Rabastan groaned in confusion in his hip, though sat up the minute he heard Dora tripping over her feet to get back to the door.
"What's going on?" Rabastan asked, getting out of bed and grabbing his wand. He looked to the children with confusion as Nymphadora muttered a quick silencio at the young pair.
"Someone's disturbed the wards." Dora whispered, moving to the side slightly as Rabastan came up beside her.
"We need to leave, now." Rabastan said.
"We can't." Dora shook her head "If it's Aurors they would have put anti-apparation spells up already and we can't use the fireplace."
"Shit." Rabastan swore, looking to the children then back to his wife before taking Dora's shoulder and pulling her back slightly "You stay with them."
Dora hesitated for a moment before she stood back, standing in front of the children with her wand drawn. She listened intently, the sound of the front door crashing open, the indignant yells of Andromeda carrying throughout the house.
"Excuse me!" Andromeda's voice carried up the stairs "You cannot barge into my home like this!"
"We've already cast revealing charms on the house, Mrs Tonks. Where are they? Which four are you hiding?" an Auror's voice rung out, though before Dora could jump to go defened Andromeda the sound of a curse flying and a body falling down the stairs sounded out, soon followed by multiple people firing spells left right and centre.
"Go get them!" Dora whispered "They can't get in here!"
Rabastan looked to his wife for a moment before he nodded and ran out of the room. Dora stood her ground, keeping her wand pointed straight at the door. A small hand grabbed hold of the back of her dress, she bit her lip "I can't turn around right now . . ." Dora said, though the tugging of her dress continued. She could hear the yells of curses from downstairs, both Andromeda and Rabastan going to an arsenal of darker spells to try and expel the multiple intruders to their home. The small hand tugged again, wincing Nymphadora reached her spare hand back, taking whatever child's hand was grasping for hair. "It's okay." Dora whispered "It's all going to be okay. It's just—" The door flew open, Nymphadora immediately putting up a shield to deflect the first spell fired by the Auror that had burst through her bedroom door. "Rabastan!" she yelled for help, firing the odd spell back at the man though mainly using defensive spells to protect the children. "Andromeda!" Dora screamed, deflecting another curse.
"Surely you don't need help, Lestrange?" the Auror yelled in his determination, a sly disarming spell finally catching the girl off guard.
Dora froze, the silencing spell seemingly breaking from the children as she suddenly heard their cries of fear and discomfort behind her as she tried to think of something anything to do. She yelled out as she felt the binding curse take hold of her, falling back onto the bed as she narrowly missed falling onto the children. She looked to the triumphant grin on the Aurors face, winced as she felt both her son and sister grab onto her, trying to get her attention. She screwed her eyes shut, trying to savour the last few moments she had with the pair before she was inevitably taken to Azkaban for life. "It's okay . . ." She whispered to the two crying children. Suddenly a sound of a body crashing to the floor sounded and Nymphadora snapped her eyes open. Andromeda Tonks was stood in the door way, her wand arm reached out. She took in the scene before with a flick of her wand Dora was unbound, she reached down and took the girls wand from the Auror and handed it back to her.
"Did you . . . ?" Dora asked she let the two children crawl onto her lap, pulling each one close to her.
"Rabastan is downstairs." Andromeda said "Grab your bag, go downstairs and wait for me. He's hurt."
Dora went to ask more but Andromeda was gone before she could say a word. She took a deep breath to calm her nerves, taking a moment as she calmly took each child from her and placed them on the floor (she decidedly ignored Rigel grabbing at her legs as Delphi sat on the floor looking far too displeased for a one year old). With a flick of her wand the cot and all things they had needed to take out was back in her bag, she slung it over her shoulder before she leant down and scooped up the children. As she calmly walked down stepped over the Auror in her bedroom, avoided the debris of the bannister as she carefully walked down the stairs until she ultimately tried to keep her calm as she walked into the living room. Rabastan was unconscious, though clearly breathing, the blood on his head clearly marked a spot where he had previously had a large injury hastily healed. Nymphadora barely moved an inch as she felt Andromeda lift each child from her arms.
"Remember when Ted tried to take us camping when you were ten?" Andromeda said.
Dora nodded "I made him take us back when I was convinced a werewolf was in the woods—wasn't even full moon . . ."
"Go there." Andromeda said, looking to Dora firmly in the eyes "Dora. Everything is going to be okay, he'll be fine. I have my things, take him and carefully apparate there. Okay?"
"Okay." Dora swallowed before she shook herself back into action, going down to Rabastan and taking his arm. Andromeda was already waiting at the clearing, a squirming child in both of her arms as she set up a small area that they could not leave from.
"Dora, put every ward up that you've ever learnt." Andromeda said, walking over to Rabastan and moving her out of the way as she summoned her potions kit out of her own bag "Now Nymphadora."
Dora nodded, backing away as she watched her once mother work on her husband "Right." She turned, pointing her wand as she took a deep breath "Protego Maxima. Fianto Duri. Repello Inimicum. Repello Mugletum . . ."
After a few minutes Nymphadora decided the campsite was as protected as it ever could be, as she turned around she was surprised to see that the tent was already erected and Andromeda was stood by the children, keeping them occupied. She walked over to the witch as she looked to her with a sad smile. "Are we sufficiently protected?"
Dora nodded "Would take an army of Death Eaters to rip that down." She ignored the confused look of the woman as she looked around the ground "Where's Rab?"
"In the tent." Andromeda sighed "He's fine, he'll wake up soon though. Go on, I'll look after these two."
Without another word Nymphadora ran to the tent, stopping only as she stepped over the threshold to silently thank Andromeda to replacing their old muggle tent with a wizarding one. After trying to figure out which way to walk she heard the faint groans of her husband and walked to the nearest room. Rabastan was laid on a double bed, groaning in pain as he reached for his head.
"What happened?" Rabastan asked, sitting up slowly and looking around before panic fell on his face "Where's Rigel?"
"He's with Delphi and m—Andromeda." Dora walked over to the bed, taking his hand as she sat down next to him "You got hurt whilst I was trying to protect the children . . . I got caught, tied up to be precise. Though Andromeda came up and I think she may have killed a man."
"You think?" Rabastan asked, wincing as he reached a hand out to stroke his wife's arm "Dora you're shaking. Were you hurt?"
Dora shook her head "I don't know he fell to the floor and she didn't say what she'd done. You got hurt Rab."
"I'm fine." Rabastan sighed as he leant forward and wrapped his arms around the shaking witch "Dora you're breathing far too quickly, calm down."
She took a slow controlled breath as she buried her head in his neck, wrapping her arms tightly around him "I don't know how to heal people, Rab. You're quite good, if I get hurt you could just about heal me to an extent but I know nothing."
"Shhh." Rabastan stroked her hair, rocking slightly as he tried all he could to calm Dora.
"What would I have done if she didn't heal you?" Dora whispered "I couldn't even identify what had happened if I hadn't seen it! I was bound Rab! I was about to be taken away!"
"Shhh." Rab sighed "It's okay. You didn't get taken away did you? . . . Andromeda saved you from that."
Dora pulled back, looking at her husband through tear filled eyes, her hair pure white "Rab . . ."
Rab shut his eyes as he sighed deeply, taking a moment before he opened them again and reached out to wipe the tears from her face. "Dora . . ." he leant forward, gently placing a kiss on her forehead as he lingered for a moment before speaking again "Come on, let's go to Andromeda and the children . . . We need to figure out where we're going next." He stood from the bed, walking to the opening of the room before he turned back to look to his shocked wife, holding out a hand "Well come on, we can't camp out here forever."
"Right." Dora nodded, standing up and taking a moment to morph her hair back to a long curled black before went over to the mans outstretched hand. She smiled slightly as he pressed a kiss to her forehead before leading them out of the tent, she could feel the man tense as he took in the sight of their son sat on Andromeda Tonks' lap, both of the children giggling in amusement as she sent coloured swirls from her wand. Dora could see his 'pureblood mask' falling into place as he walked over to the witch, stopping next to her and clearing his throat.
"Hello Rabastan." Andromeda said, not looking up from her entertainment for the children "Do you feel alright? It was only debris hitting you that knocked you out so you shouldn't have any residual pain with the spells and potions you had."
"Yes . . ." Rabastan said curtly "Thank you."
Dora squeezed the man's hand in thanks, smiling as Delphi walked over to her, picking the small girl up and kissing her head. Andromeda watched the girl before she lifted Rigel as she stood, offering the boy to his father who took him into his arms with another mumbled thanks.
"Do you have a plan?" Rabastan looked to Andromeda then to his wife "Either of you?"
Dora shook her head, stroking Delphi's hair "I vote we conjure a fire and settle here for the night."
"We can't camp out here forever." Rabastan sighed, watching Andromeda conjure up three chairs.
"Thanks." Dora smiled as she sat down, nodding to the chair next to her for Rabastan who hesitantly obliged. She watched her husband lovingly hold their son, stroking his arm as the boy nuzzled into his father's dressing gown. Dora wasn't sure if Rabastan realised he was the only adult still in their pyjamas, though she made a mental note to revisit this memory to take a photograph—if she ever had a chance.
"We should stay here a night or two at the least before we try to move somewhere—well somewhere less out in the wilderness." Andromeda sighed as she sat opposite the couple.
"We have quite a few holiday homes." Rabastan looked to Nymphadora.
"We do?" Dora asked "Well that's news to me. When was the last time you went there?"
Rabastan hesitated for a moment before he spoke again "I believe we spent New Years 1980 at one of them . . ."
"I'm not taking the children to a place that you haven't seen in that long—it could be sold on by now for all you know or overrun with magical beasts." Dora shook her head, accio'ing one of the toys to give to her fussing sister.
"I would say the same about the Black holiday homes, merlin knows what state half of them are in." Andromeda muttered.
"You couldn't get into the Black holiday homes." Dora shook her head.
"Yes . . ." Rabastan looked up, a look on his face as if he had suddenly had a genius idea "You could key her into the wards."
"What?" Dora frowned in confusion "How on earth would I do that?"
Andromeda sighed "Yes, you could."
"No, I don't own them. They would have gone to mum—" Dora stopped short, thinking for a moment before she looked back to Andromeda "But surely they went to the next Black, to Narcissa."
"No." Rabastan shook his head "They would have gone to you. Bellatrix had an heir so all she owned went to her heir, to you."
"O-Okay, but we can't go to a Black holiday home for the same reason I won't let you take us to the Lestrange ones." Dora said, still confused as Rabastan looked to her with a reassuring smile.
"No . . . But Black Manor is perfect. You went there not that long ago, you've never lived there and Andromeda is disowned." Rab hesitated before he carried on "Bellatrix went there a few months ago, she was considering moving there after . . ." Dora looked down to Delphi, trying to process what was being said, she still hadn't come to terms with her mother's death. "It would be perfect, Dora."
The young witch looked up to Andromeda, from the look on her face she wasn't jumping at the chance to go there either, though after a small nod from the woman Dora looked to Rabastan. "Okay . . . But we need to stay here for couple of nights. If the ministry think that we may go there it will be searched immediately. Let them make their move first."
"Okay . . ." Rabastan nodded, looking down at his son for a few moments before with a frown he looked to the two witches "We brought food right?"
Dora couldn't help but laugh slightly as she watched Andromeda summon some food from her bag, starting up a small fire as she prepared some breakfast for the adults. With a small smile Dora sat back in her chair, watching in silence as her husband and Andromeda seemed to atleast be amicable with each other. She decided to simply sit back and enjoy the moment as they ate rather than let the forever looming feeling of fear and dread take over yet again. She was sure they would be safe, eventually.