Andromeda paced nervously outside Bill and Fleur Weasley's cottage, Bella and Rodolphus's child held protectively in her arms, quiet as ever; almost as if she was aware of her impending fate and, like Mrs. Tonks, was holding her breath.

Her grandson, Teddy, was being looked after by Harry Potter and his friends, Andromeda had thought it a good time for the boy to get to know his godson.

She sighed, wanting desperately to wring her hands like she usually did when she was nervous but unable to do so due to the baby in her arms.

Andromeda jumped as the door was suddenly pulled open in answer to her earlier knock.

Bill and Fleur stood there, taking in the bizarre scene in front of them. It was not every day that such an event took place and they were quite truthfully bewildered as to its meaning.

"Mrs. Tonks?" Bill started. "What are you doing here? I mean, not that you're not welcome or anything but," he glanced back inside the house, searching for something on the far wall. "It's seven in the morning."

"Oh, yes, sorry about that." Andromeda hadn't exactly checked the time before she left and felt guilty for disturbing the couple so early in the morning.

Fleur eyed Bella's daughter and curiosity filled her eyes. "Whoze ze baby?" she asked, flicking her blonde hair over her shoulder. It was clear that it wasn't Teddy for if it was, the hair on the baby's head would have been flashing all sorts of colours.

"Um, this," she shifted uncomfortably, "this is my niece, Bellatrix's daughter." She bit her lip, waiting for their reactions.

Their expressions were quite comical actually. Fleur's eyes widened to the size of saucers and she looked back and forth between the baby and Andromeda as though trying to find out one hell of an explanation with only the power of her eyes. Bill chocked in the background, almost falling over in his coughing fit.

After a few minutes a stunned Bill Weasley gestured for her to enter his house. "I'm getting that there's an explanation that needs explaining."

So she gave him one, told them everything she knew about the baby in her arms. Told them why she was there and what she wanted from them, all the while hugging Bella's only daughter close to her chest, Cissy's words replaying in her mind like a broken record. . . .She's still your sister . . . I love Draco with all my heart but . . . I think I may just have loved Bella more . . . she just wanted her daughter to be safe . . . She's still your sister.

Andromeda shook her head, clearing her thoughts and returned to the conversation at hand.

"So, will you take her?" She wrung her hands nervously, something that she could now do thanks to the fact that Minnie Bella was now in Fleur's arms, currently being doted over. "She could be just like your own daughter. She even has Fleur's hair."

"Oz course, swee will zake 'er," Fleur said before Bill could even think about answering. She gazed down at the babe lovingly and Andromeda knew she could not have found a better mother.

But there was still Bill left to decide and she turned her apprehensive stare on him.

The eldest Weasley rubbed his chin thoughtfully, thinking it over.

"I don't see why not. I think if anything we've learned from this war is that blood doesn't matter. It would be hypocritical to turn Bellatrix's daughter away because of it." He smiled fondly at Fleur and the baby. "And you're right she does have Fleur's hair."

Andromeda smiled too; happy that she had found an appropriate home for her niece and that finally she may just be able to move on from her past.

…

Only a chosen few ever knew Bill and Fleur's daughter's true identity, mainly a few Order members who could be trusted to keep the fact to themselves and not judge. Narcissa knew and on the rare occasions when she wasn't in her dark abyss of the world she would visit and Fleur would welcome her in with open arms and the two would discuss babies and the like. It was a surprise to everyone that when Andromeda and Narcissa's relationship was not rebuilt that a Weasley would soon become Mrs. Malfoy's closest acquaintance. Bill was always a little edgy about the fact that someone who had despised his family for years had become his wife's best friend and would have been his daughter's godmother (if not for Mrs. Malfoy's flat out refusal so the honour was passed onto Molly) but that was just how it was. The dead look never did quite leave Narcissa's eyes though and there was little Fleur could do to stop the events proceeding Lucius Malfoy's death.

And so Victoire Weasley was born. And although there were many things that confused the girl – like the fact that Aunt Narcissa and Andromeda always called her little star (their faces often sad when they did so) when they had no reason to, and that her once blue eyes soon turned a shade of charcoal and that there were no pictures of when she was a little baby just out of the womb – Victoire never did learn the truth of her heritage and died a Weasley through and through.

Still, there were times when Andromeda looked upon her biological niece and saw traces of her sister living there; in fact, she was exactly like Bellatrix when her mother was just a girl. Surprisingly, this did not fill Mrs. Tonks with sadness but with hope and a sense of reminiscent happiness. Perhaps this time Bella would get it right and have her happily ever after; through her daughter. There was no war to thwart her this time around, after all.