A/N I found out that I'm pretty damn good at describing fires... At least I think so. There is a paragraph describing St. Mungo's from OOTP, and that belongs to JK Rowling! Surprisingly, I actually like this chapter.

Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter.

She walked over to the fireplace, where a tiny, orange beast was burning near the centre, rubbing itself over the logs as though it were trying to warm it's cold hands. Andromeda leaned in front of the fireplace, immersed in the movements of the flames. In a small crib to the left of the room, was Nymphadora, completely oblivious to the world around her. As Andromeda's stomach dropped to her feet, she swallowed the lump in her throat. Tears welled up in her eyes as she choked back a sob.

This wasn't the kind of life she had asked for. She wanted her sisters to spend time with their niece. Andromeda knew that if she had married Rabastan, they would be competing for Dora's attention. They would try to buy their way into their niece's heart, probably hoping to be her favorite aunt. Now though, all Andromeda could do was wait. Wait until she was able to go back to her family, wait until she could be with Rabastan, wait until she is considered an official Death Eater, wait until she could reunite with her sisters. The Dark Lord would have to hurry, unfortunately, or Dora would never join His forces. It would be too late, for she would be living this non-prejudice life far too long. She'd never go against something she grew up with, just like herself.

Andromeda was brought out of her thoughts as she heard a gust of wind. A particularly hard burst came through the window, threatening to ignite the fire even more. She rolled her eyes as she strode towards the window, curtains flying eerily above her head, giving the illusion that she was flying. Gripping the top, she attempted to pull it down but to no avail. Breathing deeply, she used all her strength to shut the window before it woke little Nymphadora sleeping on the other side of the room.

A liquid silver wisp flew in from the window into the centre of the room. It made its way to the ceiling, stopping abruptly at the very top. The entire room was aglow as the wisp evolved into a lynx. It's small beady eyes locked with Andromeda's. It opened its mouth, and Kingsley Shacklebolt's voice echoed throughout the entire house, waking the sleeping Dora.

"Andromeda, there's been an accident." Andromeda shivered at the amplification of his voice ad tried desperately to hear the patronus over the wails of her baby. "Please report to St. Mungo's as soon as possible." She hurdled across the room to the crib. Cradling Dora in her arms, she grabbed all of her toys and the bag filled with her bottles and nappies. Unfortunately, Ted's parents were on vacation somewhere in the states, leaving Andromeda no choice but to bring Dora to her own parents. She saw a piece of stray parchment on the coffee table and began to write a note explaining her absence.

Half way through, Andromeda stopped. If this note happened to somehow fall into the wrong hands, she'd be dead. No hesitation. She clenched her jaw and threw the paper into the forgotten fireplace. For a moment it seemed that it would not be burned, that the small flames would take pity on someone as desperate as themselves, and just as trapped. But then one finger of yellow bloomed on the ink-stained corner, and the next moment the starving flames had engulfed the paper, growing in their joy, and crackling like fighting tom cats. When they at last subsided, all that remained was a skeleton of black ash, which crumbled as Andromeda watched curiously.

By now, Nymphadora had quieted, and she was slowly falling asleep against her mother's breast. Extinguishing the fire, Andromeda left through the front doors of her home. Unfortunately, she had no choice but to apparate, even if her young daughter was with her. She clutched her daughter close to her and apparated as quickly as possible.

Andromeda landed on the grass and glanced at Nymphadora. She felt liquid seeping onto her chest , and she looked down. Perfect. Dora had thrown up on her blouse. At least they were safe. She looked around. Her apparation was at least successful, for she was in her old neighborhood in front of her parent's manor. Dora began to cry again, and she took long strides towards the door. Once she reached the large front doors, she grabbed the snake door knocker in her hand and began to pound it loudly against the dark wood. "Please! Open up!" She shouted loudly, praying to Salazar they were home. Leaning her head against the door, she brought Dora closer to her, for fear of the cold wind licking her sensitive skin.

She closed her eyes shut as tears streamed down her face for the second time that night. This accident could involve anyone. It could be one of her sisters. Bellatrix was so deeply involved in the Dark army, even more so now that Andromeda had left the family, that she could be fatally injured in battle. Even Narcissa had Lucius for a husband, who was almost as involved with the Death Eaters as Bella was. She could've been involved in something. If it had anything to do with their family, chances were, her parents would be at St. Mungo's also. Andromeda moaned.

The door was moved out from under her, and Andromeda almost fell to the foyer floor, clutching Dora even tighter to her chest. She grabbed the door hinge to keep her steady, and glanced up to see her mother, looking concerned.

"Mother! Please, take Dora, uh, over night, accident, St. Mungo's, must go." She mumbled, not able to make coherent sentences.

"Andromeda, you're soaked!" She exclaimed, taking her sobbing granddaughter into her arms.

"What?" Andromeda turned behind her to see that it was pouring outside. She must have been too busy to notice. "Oh, well, something's happened. I haven't a clue. Just take her overnight." Druella nodded and began to soothe the crying baby.

"Skedaddle! Bring me a warm quilt!" She turned to face her daughter, "Well go!"

Andromeda nodded and placed the bags near the door. She didn't hesitate, even when her father came down the stairs demanding to know what was going on. Shutting the door behind her, Andromeda ran. Obviously, it wasn't a family member, or her parents would know. She breathed a sigh of relief. To be honest, she assumed it would be her grandmother, who was still dying agonizingly slow in St. Mungo's. Wiping either sweat or tears from her brow, she wasn't sure, Andromeda apparated.

She ran through many Muggles until she spotted the abandoned department store. The dummy was standing in the window, dressed in very out of date clothes. Almost running in to the window, Andromeda began to speak to the dummy.

"St. Mungo's Hospital for Magical Maladies and Injuries, I demand entrance."

Without waiting to see if the dummy would respond, Andromeda hopped quickly through the window, praying no Muggles would see her. She saw the St. Mungo's symbol, a wand and a bone on the right side wall. Inside, was the reception area filled with rickety wooden chairs and outdated issues of Witch Weekly, Andromeda was greeted by the Welcome Witch, though her demeanor, at least on busy days, was less than welcoming. The room was filled with wizards facing strange ailments, such as hands sprouting out of their chests or steam pouring from their mouths, and Healers clad in uniform lime green robes hurried busily through the room. As Andromeda walked towards the reception desk, the lobby seemed to double in size.

Andromeda knocked on the wood of the desk, and the Healer looked up. She seemed to be chomping on some sort of food rather loudly, and anger flashed in her eyes. "What can I help you with?" She asked in monotone.

"I received a patronus from Kingsley Shacklebolt demanding that I be here immediately."

"State your name."

"Andromeda Tonks."

The Healer looked up from what she was doing in shock. "I'm so sorry. Fourth floor, Spell Damage."

Andromeda wasn't at all fazed by the shock of her name. She had always been known in the Wizarding world, especially for the past couple months. Her last name alone would cause fear in people.

Andromeda dashed up to the Fourth Floor, knocking over Healers as she did so. Spell Damage... Why Spell Damage? When she finally came to the Fourth Floor, she saw the entire Order crowded in the waiting room. As she walked towards them, the Order frowned up at her.

By now, she was confused. She had no idea who could be here, and if the Order was here, it wasn't family. Well, maybe Sirius. No, Sirius was sitting in the corner by Potter and that Lupin. Lily Evans pointed a finger towards a plain white door.

"Go in." One of them spoke.

She slowly made her way to the door and turned the knob. As the door opened, she saw a mattress in the middle of the room, with a person rolled up in a ball, sobbing into the pillow.

Andromeda pulled the covers off of the bed to see...

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