Author's note: All rights belong to the 'holier than thou' J.K Rowling. Follows from the end of The Deathly Hallows (not the nineteen years later epilogue though), reasonably canon but will drift. All responses are welcome, big thanks to those who have reviewed, favourite, and followed so far means a lot. Still haven't decided if this will be a romantic story between Harry and Andromeda yet so any thoughts on that would be appreciated. This is just a filler chapter so I'll have another one quite soon, please read and review!

Chapter four – You should've beena psychiatrist

The burrow was filled with people. Hermione sat in hers and Ginny's room (seeing as her and Ron were on a break it hardly seemed a good idea for the two of them to continue sharing), attempting to read every book known to earth that could possibly help her prepare for teaching. Ron and George were in his room playing a game of wizard chess while Neville sat in the corner studying some form of underwater plant. Bill was in the dining room writing a reply letter to Percy whilst his wife helped his mother finish making tea before Arthur came home. Ginny and Harry were laid out on a blanket treasuring their now rare alone time since they'd had to give up their shared room.

The sun was setting over the noisy household and down the long path that led to the over packed house Minerva and Augusta slowed down to admire the view. The two older witches walked in what seemed like a companionable silence but both were in deep thought, their heads swimming with ideas. Ideas that needed to be discussed.

"You were…"
"I think…"
Both witches spoke at the same time and cut each other off. The women turned to each other and smiled knowingly at one another.
"You were right." Minerva stated.
"I wish I weren't." Augusta's reply was unusually timid and she her companion gave her a meek smile before she continued speaking, "When did you realise?"
"The letters Harry gave her; they were sat on the side unopened. She said she'd read them, Andromeda never lies."
"You're obviously more perceptive than I, I didn't realise until we had left. She just seemed so, so happy, like she used to be."
"I know." Minerva reached out for her friend's hand and gave it a reassuring squeeze, "Did you see the, the…"
"The scars." Augusta finished for her, grimacing as she did.
"They didn't look old enough to be scars."
"That's because they weren't, they weren't there when Harry visited her." The shorter witch said knowingly.
"How?"
"Legilimensy." Augusta cut her off again.
"Honestly, do you ever learn?" A half smile worked its way on to the witch's worried face, only Augusta would dare invade the mind of the saviour of the entire wizarding world.
"No, besides I had a good reason. The boy refused to articulate himself, embarrassed, she'd been showering when he came round and was ill-dressed during their conversation. He gave her a bit of a scare and she nearly hexed his head off, fortunately she opted to just stand before the young lad scantly and soaking. And between you and me he appreciated her more then he lets on."
Minerva snorted at that last bit, how troubling it is to be young, with hormones raging.

"Do you think it's some form of bipolar disorder?"
"Minerva don't you think that's a bit of a heavy conclusion to draw?"
"I know it might seem like it but let's examine the evidence, in the near seventy two hours since you sent that owl she's been; completely nonchalant, furiously hysterical, paranoid and rude, self-harming, then warm plus lovely. All while caring for an infant might I add, which regardless of my heavy conclusions you have to admit she isn't in the right state of mind to be doing." Minerva turned to her friend, halting their walk towards the burrow, which was now only a few yards away from them. Augusta turned to her but didn't make eye contact.
"But this is Andromeda we're talking about…" This time it was Minerva who cut the other off,
"Exactly, Andromeda Tonks nee Black, Black! For heaven's sake insanity is weaved into the magic of the entire family! May he rest in peace but even Sirius wasn't right! I thought a lot of the chap and you know that but even before Azkaban… Nobody from that family has ever been all there, nobody! It's like a genetic poison. Grief and loneliness aren't a good mix for anyone never mind… She's the sister of Bellatrix Lestrange Augusta! Up until she ran off with Ted most people couldn't tell the two apart, myself included. I care for her just as much as you which is why we need to help her!"
"I know Minerva! I just… there were moments when I first went round after she let go, I was holding her as she cried and she kept losing it, really losing it. She'd shout insults threw tears, most of them incomprehensible but there was this look in her eye, only once or twice, when she looked exactly like her sister. I can't let that happen to her, I won't! Andromeda is not like them! She's not!"
"I hope you're right." Minerva said and looked sadly at her friend tilting her head until they were eye to eye, "I really do." She shook her head lightly and walked the rest of the way to the burrow, not waiting for her friend to catch up.

"Minerva! You're just in time, and Augusta! Hurry, hurry we're serving in a minute." Molly's cheerful demeanour entered the witches into the burrow, Bill gave each a polite nod before standing to help his mother and Fleur serve up.

The witches made their way into dining room/kitchen and sat side by side at the top right of the long wooden table. The Weasley matriarch had prepared a homemade stew with dumpling and vegetables, the scent was enticing and Minerva didn't even protest against the mammoth portion Molly put on her plate, thanking her with a warm smile.
"Anytime, you're always welcome." Molly replied, "You too Augusta." Augusta shook her head at the ginger's answer knowing how genuine it was; the woman's hospitality bewildered the stern old witch. She'd have an aneurism if she had to feed so many mouths. With a quick wave of her wand all of the other plates were stacked with generous portions and Molly sent her son plus daughter in law to fetch the others.
"So, how bad is it?" Molly's voice had now taken a serious taken as she opposite the witches. Each gave her a blank stare, "Andromeda, how bad? Don't give me that look Augusta! I know she's not well, even Harry thought she seemed a little off and he's only met her once before. Not surprising really in her predicament…"
"She is most definitely unwell." Augusta answered formally, Molly clearly wasn't pleased and her face said as much. Letting out a begrudging sigh Augusta continued, "She appears to be having rather drastic mood swings and… Shall we say she's behaving in a manner befitting of the Black family." Minerva raised her eyebrow at her friend's sudden change of mind but didn't mention it; she knew how stubborn the witch was.
"I,"
"Ahem," Augusta coughed.
"We believe she may be suffering some form of wizarding bipolar disorder."
"That's the manic depressive illness?" Molly asked, her head lowered in shock, Minerva nodded, "That's a bit of a hefty conclusion don't you think?"
"Not when you've seen the symptoms." Minerva mumbled. A first for such an articulate woman.
"I know it seems a little, melodramatic. I thought so at first but when I gave it some thought it she really does fit the bill, so to speak." The Longbottom matriarch added.

"I just," Molly started but the arrival of several hungry teenagers cut her off.
"Hi Mum," "What we having?" "Smells delicious." "Pass us the salt." "Hey move over fatty." "Oi!" "Don't spill." "I'm starving." "Is there any gravy?" The familiar anarchy of Weasley meal time set in and Molly gave her two opposites a look that said their conversation would be continued.