Chapter 9
As both sides waged war against each other once again, I lead my family away. I knew my sister wouldn't follow. She'd rather die than give up. And she did. As I write this, it has been a month since my eldest sister was killed. Molly Weasely murdered her: the housewife with more children than she could feed. It was an insult to Bella's legacy. Our parents would be ashamed if they were still alive today. Despite how terrible she was I do miss her. But I still have one more sister. And I knew it was high time I had a real meeting with her.
I apparated in front of a muggle home in the country. I realized it was risky, but no one was in view. Draco had stayed home. He had no desire to visit the Aunt he hardly knew. Lucius wanted nothing to do with this. Dromeda knew I was coming, I'd sent her an owl. I had expected her to say no, but she didn't.
"Hello, Cissy," My living sister said to me. I saw that she was working in a flower and vegetable garden. There was an infant lying on a quilt on the grass beside her. His hair was lime green. "This is Teddy," she told me, gesturing with her small shovel toward the baby boy. Other than my own son, I'd never been one to socialize with small children. But I did look at him. He was beguiling.
"I don't know where to begin," I finally said. "After all that has happened."
"I don't know either," she said. Not remotely rude, but in equal agreement. She somehow bore me no ill will. I don't understand how she could have that ability.
"I want to apologize," I said. "But there's just so much."
"I understand, sister," she told me. "There's no need. I only ask one thing of you."
"What's that?" I asked her. If I was her, and all this had happened to me, I wouldn't be this friendly.
"Kill that spider please?" she requested, startling me. I saw the palm sized terror she was referring to. "As much as I love nature, those things scare me."
I chuckled, and crushed it with my foot. Of course she would be silly. Of course she would be nice. She was the good one. The odd one. Uncommonly kind. But now that everyone who had terrified me was gone, I wasn't afraid to truly be her sister. I ended up sitting down on the quilt. I tickled young Teddy's foot, and watched my middle sister tend to her garden. We didn't seem to need to talk. This was the kind of sister relationship I'd always wanted. This was a calm life I'd always dreamed of. I didn't feel like I was caught in the middle between my very opposite sisters. I was one with Andromeda. There was no one alive who scared me.