A/N I apologize for the lateness of this chapter. Everything I would write would be awful, so I just didn't write for a few days. Hopefully, it won't happen again. This chapter is a bit long, just under two thousand, but I was aiming for a bit longer than that. I'm deperately trying to make the chapters a bit longer, but I never want to write too much...So... Yeah. To Anonymous reviewer: Moody actually doesn't have his magical eye yet. We'll get to it, I have a plan for it. You'll just have to find out! Also, a very happy birthday to Princess Diana, who would have been fifty one today! Enjoy!

Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter.

"I'm just- I don't know- worried. He's a father now, I think he should start showing some responsibility." Andromeda frowned in the direction of her mother, who was seated across from her, reading that morning's copy of Witch Weekly.

"Mmmmmhmmmmm." She murmured, never glancing up, and taking an occasional sip of her lukewarm tea.

"Mother, are you even listening to me?"

"Yes, yes, of course. Continue." She waved her hand in a Go on motion and grabbed the handle of her tea cup.

Andromeda sighed. "I only have so much time to be here, so I would appreciate your input. What do you think of Rabastan's actions? Answer honestly."

"Well," She said, gazing up from her half-mooned spectacles, "I'm more worried with Bellatrix. Her behavior, though I understand the meaning of this-this new cause, it's appalling. It's quite embarrassing what the people are saying. Although," She glanced down at Witch Weekly. "She's a married woman, she's out of my house, and I can't punish her. My only hope is that she'll figure it out for her self."

Andromeda nodded quietly. She had told her mother what had happened to Ted, and who had tortured him. Druella had been a bit wary, fearing her own flesh and blood's actions. Both Druella and Andromeda stood for the movement, believing everything it publicized. However, they both agreed that the tasks they were assigned to were a bit gruesome. Slightly barbaric, her mother had said. Couldn't there be another way to expel filth from the Wizarding World? It just seemed so... Unorganized.

"But anyway, your grandmother is in a very bad state," Druella sighed and placed the magazine on the side table. "That's where your father is at now. We've already made arrangements to bury her in the Black mausoleum. It shouldn't be more than a week now." She pulled off her spectacles and folded the legs in gently.

"I wish I could go and see her." Andromeda frowned.

Druella waved a delicate hand in the air and chuckled. "Neither of your sisters nor cousins have gone; don't fret too much. Besides," She smiled almost morosely. "She'd find a way to kill you if you so much as walk in her eyeline."

"Eh, I'll live. Minus a finger or two, perhaps."

Druella smiled. "You can't come to the funeral."

"Why not?" She narrowed her eyes.

"If you've got a death wish." She spoke serenely.

"I'm positive I've got the right to be present at my grandmother's funeral. I was there for grandfather's!"

"I know you were, but this is much different."

"I'm still going." She said stubbornly, crossing her arms over her chest.

"Fine, go ahead and make an appearance. See what your sisters do to you," She rolled her eyes. "Or Walburga, for that matter." Druella added after a moment of silence.

"You are mad, woman!" Ted said, raising his arms for emphasis.

"Just watch Dora. I'm going to the funeral tomorrow also."

He shook his head. "I don't trust them. Especially after what they did to me," He said, with deep loathing burned in his pupils. "They could hurt you, and I just couldn't live with that 'Dromeda."

"I'm sorry, Ted, but she was my grandmother," Andromeda grabbed her coat from the nearby rack and wrapped it around herself as she stood in the doorway. "And Dora's great grandmother. I love you, be safe. Remember to take your pills." She lied as she laid a peck on his cheek and turned out the door.

It had been in the paper two days before.

Black Tragedy
Irma Black Passes

Yesterday, sources confirmed that Druella and Cygnus Black III have "pulled the plug" as the Muggles say, on family member, Irma Black neé Crabbe. After long months of suffering, they saw no need for her to live through such pain.

Irma Crabbe was born February 28, 1884. She was a very family oriented woman who is now joined with her late husband, Pollux Black. After living a long fulfilling life, aged eighty eight, she will now be reunited with passed loved ones.

Irma is survived by three children; Walburga Black, Alphard Black, and Cygnus Black III; son-in-law; Orion Black; daughter-in-law; Druella Black neé Rosier; grandchildren; Vincent Crabbe I, Sirius Orion Black, Regulus Arcturus Black, Bellatrix Druella Lestrange neé Black, Andromeda Elladora Tonks neé Black, and Narcissa Cassiopeia Malfoy neé Black; one great-grandchild; Nymphadora Andromeda Tonks.

We, here at the Ministry, send our deepest sympathies to every member of the Black and Crabbe families. Friends and family will be received at Greenhaven Funeral Home, 111 Castle Lane Rd., on Monday at 4pm until time of memorial service at 7pm. She will later be laid to rest at Black Woodland Mausoleum, a family owned organization, on July 17th. Unfortunately, the public will not be allowed to view her burial. The family asks for as much privacy as possible. Close friends and members of the family are expected to be present three hours earlier.

All condolences will be accepted at the Ministry of Magic's Head Office.

By: Albert Yockmanson

Andromeda was in slight shock. It had not been her family who put her and Dora in the obituary; it had to have been the Ministry. They were most likely trying to cause a stir from the people in an attempt for new gossip. Salazar knows they need something to talk of other than nargles from the Quibbler.

Not to mention that they included her Uncle Alphard who was long since disowned after a scandalous affair with a Muggle prostitute. Andromeda had noticed that they had left off her brothers-in law; Rodolphus and Lucius. Ted had been left off as well. Which was no surprise to her, but they had included a possible Half-Blood. Sure, Dora was Irma's only great-grandchild, but she still had not expected to be included. Andromeda had been surprised when they mentioned Sirius, who was a member of the Order of the Phoenix at the tender age of sixteen. Sirius had left the family not too long ago. The last she had heard was that he was staying at the Potter residence after running away in the middle of the night. Just like she had.

Andromeda was outside the Funeral Home's doors. She hadn't realized she had already arrived. After feeling a pang of dread deep in the pit in her stomach, Andromeda was aware that this was her last chance to back out. However, she desperately wanted to see her family's face when she walked through the doors. She had told her mother, who, most likely, told her father. They were the only two who knew she was even thinking of making an appearance.

Andromeda breathed a sighed as the two uniformed doormen opened the door, allowing her entrance. When she walked in, she noticed a door to the right, which had a plaque above it with her grandmother's name engraved into the shining gold. The two doors were wide open, and there were many people, of which she knew, conversing with one another.

Andromeda looked to her left, to see the immediate family greeting the guests who had just viewed the casket, which occupied her grandmother. She should've been up there, and she knew it. As she walked through the doors, she felt a pair of eyes burning into her. She turned to see Rabastan, sitting with Lestranges, looking shocked, but thrilled with her arrival. Monsieur and Madame Lestrange turned to see her, and they both threw her a questioning glance, for which she answered with a shrug.

When she turned back to face the casket, she noticed everyone in the room was staring holes into her jacket. She merely glared and took her place in line, cutting off a lanky man with an ungroomed two-day beard. He was too busy being shocked with her arrival to even notice. Andromeda glanced at her family, who, by now, stopped acknowledging their guests and glared dangerously in her direction.

Andromeda cut to the front of the rest of the line and kneeled down next to her grandmother's casket. Repressing a sigh, Andromeda said a small heartfelt prayer in her honor as a lone tear made its way down her face. She looked up at her and placed a hand on her adjoining ones, rubbing her knuckles gently. Placing a kiss to her cheek, Andromeda bowed her head in respect and stood up from the kneeler.

The hard part would be greeting the immediate family. Her family. She stopped in front of her father and scanned the lot of them.

"What right do you have to be here?" Exclaimed Bellatrix who had Rodolphus's tie clutched in her hand angrily.

Andromeda shrugged, "As I recall, she was my grandmother as well."

"You're not even a member of this family anymore." Narcissa said, attempting to sound intimidating.

Despite the feeling of her stomach dropping to her feet, Andromeda managed a sarcastic, "Well good for me!"

"Grandmother wouldn't want a traitor at her funeral. She doesn't deserve this." Bellatrix hissed through gritted teeth.

Andromeda raised an eyebrow and smirked. She glanced in her parents's direction to see her father, trying very hard to repress a smile at his daughter's quick wit.

Andromeda chuckled, "Oh Bella, we all know you would never hurt me."

Her eyes grew incredibly wide, and Narcissa put a strong arm in front of her chest to stop her from lunging at Andromeda.

"Don't call me Bella." She muttered.

Andromeda grinned and walked away. When she was about to make her leave, she noticed a dark figure in the corner smirking at her.

The Dark Lord had witnessed the entire ordeal.

A/N I know Irma actually died in 1929, but I figured it's about 1971-1972 so... Yeah. I told you it'd be slightly AU. I actually used a recent relative of mine's obituary for help, but most of it I did myself. I did a lot of research for this silly little chapter, and I don't really know why. Sorry for the late update, and I'll try to get the next one up as soon as I possibly can. I tried to make this chapter at least 2,000 words because of the chapter delay, but I don't think I succeeded. It is a bit of a longer chapter but not by much. My apologies. It took about two hours just to write the obituary because I wanted everything to be perfect... So, tell me what you think on that! By the way, anyone notice how Rodolphus was standing with the immediate family? Bad Rodolphus! Review!