A/N Sorry for the wait. Spent a week in the hospital, and wrote this as soon as I got out. XD

Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter.

"Suspect you for what?" She repeated, interested.

"It's nothing," She coughed, "Would you like sugar in your tea?"

"What are you two up to?" Narcissa questioned suspiciously.

"How many lumps? I've seem to forgotten." Druella asked, her hands trembling terribly as the sugar spilled over the sides of the spoon.

"Don't get off the subject! I just want to-"

"Do not speak to your mother in such a tone!" Cygnus said heatedly, demanding authority. "Remember your place in our home, Narcissa." He hissed.

"What aren't you telling me?" She whimpered, feeling rather small compared to her father.

"Should we tell her?" Druella asked after a moment of silence, placing the tea cup back on the table.

"Not everything. Just about the girl."

She nodded slowly and looked up, facing her daughter. Druella began to shake, and grimaced noticeably when she bit her tongue out of nervous habit. "We're forbidden to tell you any of this, but since the Dark Lord has seemed to have disappeared, I believe we shouldn't have to hold this in any longer." She glanced over at her husband for help.

Raising a curious eyebrow at her nervousness, Cygnus replied with ease. "The child," He began, "Doesn't belong to that husband of hers. Rather," He said silkily, "To the youngest Lestrange boy. The one she was engaged to before she ran off." Pausing a moment to let it all sink in, Cygnus took a seat across from his youngest child. "After all, she promised him an heir."

"Unfortunately, she seems to have inherited her mother's womb." Druella spoke up for the first time, having settled. Cygnus chuckled a bit, reaching across the table to touch Narcissa's adjoined hands, turning serious once again.

"We may not accept Andromeda's choice, but it certainly won't stop us from seeing our Pureblooded metamorphmagus granddaughter." He drawled.

"She's pure?" Narcissa asked, frowning. "Why didn't the girl take the Lestrange name? What's the point if everyone believes she belongs to Tonks?"

"All in due time, Narcissa." Druella spoke calmly, taking the seat beside her husband. "Now," She spoke, reaching for the abandoned tea cup on the side table, "Tea?"

"The Dark Lord will rise again, Crouch! Throw us into Azkaban, we will wait! He will rise again and will come for us, he will reward us beyond any of his other supporters! We alone were faithful! We alone tried to find him!"

Andromeda massaged her temples soothingly as guards and dementors alike roughly pulled her eldest sister into a back room of the trial hall. She closed her eyes tightly as tears began to fall. Stream-like tear stains began to form as the people in the crowd began to boo and mock Bellatrix's words. They would all pay soon. Andromeda had no doubt; the Dark Lord would rise again. In a week, in a month, thirty five years from now, she didn't know. However, she knew that they would be rewarded over any other Death Eater. She was right, he would reward those who were faithful. Andromeda was not considered one of them.

She looked across the arena to see Narcissa holding a tissue tightly to her face as a violent convulsion rocked her entire frame. Lucius sat there, scanning the crowd, breathing deeply.

Andromeda figured this brought too many memories back for poor Lucius. Just last week that had been him in the middle of the room, locked in a cage being questioned. Not only did he lie and say he was under the Imperius curse, but she heard that he had bribed a few ministry members with a handsome amount of money each. It wasn't a surprise to say the least. She could understand his reasons, however. He had a one year old boy to bring up. Knowing Lucius, he wouldn't want to miss out on such things.

Her parents were seated next to the Malfoys. Cygnus was looking stern and serious, but her mother's wobbling chin betrayed any signs of comfort between the two. He grabbed her leg without facing her.

That had always been a sign of comfort for them. Blacks weren't supposed to have tear ducts. Blacks didn't eat. Blacks never slept. That's how they wanted to appear. Something over human, above a common person, over any other Pureblood person or persons. Their persona showed that they were better than emotions. Perhaps that was why Cygnus was shooting Narcissa disapproving looks every time she would let out another sob. Even at a time like this, there couldn't be tears. Not for them.

"Mama?" Andromeda felt a tug on her jacket from her right side. "Who was that scary lady with the big hair?" Nymphadora asked politely, her hair changing into long ebony curls to match the so called lady. Andromeda had to swallow at the sight, it looked like Bellatrix had been trapped inside a toddler's body. If the hair had been a bit smaller, it would have looked exactly as it had when they were children.

"A friend of mummy's." She answered plainly.

Nodding quietly, he frowned. "Mummy, that man is staring at us."

"Where, darling?"

"He's about to go up in the cage." She said, pointing straight at him. Andromeda batted her hand away immediately, and Nymphadora looked up at her, startled.

"Merlin, I've told you a thousand times, don't point! It's rude." Andromeda snuck in a glance at the strange man to only realize that she knew him. Quite well. So well, in fact, that he may or may not be the father of her child.

Andromeda knew of course that Rabastan had been in the involvement of the torture of Frank and Alice. She also knew that he would be sentenced to life imprisonment in Azkaban. She knew that the Dark Lord was coming back, she had said it herself just moments before, but at the moment, it wasn't too clear.

After a few minutes of struggling on Rabastan's part they finally raised his cage so that he was in the middle of the room, all eyes on him.

"You are Rabastan Lestrange?" Barty Crouch asked stupidly. Andromeda face palmed.

"Yes." He spoke quietly, not giving them the satisfaction of his words. Andromeda smiled inwardly at the thought. That would be something he would do.

"You took part in the torture of Aurors Frank and Alice Longbottom, countless other crimes, and identified as a well-known inner circle Death Eater. What have you to say for yourself?"

Rabastan shrugged and chuckled. "I'll wait for him. I've waited for years for many things." He glanced up at Andromeda and Nymphadora longingly. "Everything will come to me soon enough. Meanwhile, I'll wait in Azkaban while he plans his resurrection." He smirked as the crowd went into an uproar. Chuckling again, he spoke up. "However, there is one more thing I'd like to say." The crowd quieted, praying that he knew the where-a-abouts of other Death Eaters or some other useful information that they could all use. He turned to stare straight at Andromeda. "Before I am sentenced to life long imprisonment in Azkaban, I would like to say one thing," He cleared his throat, "I love you, Andromeda Tonks."

The crowd stood to their feet, demanding that he receive the kiss then and there for showing such a public display of affection. Through the crowd, Andromeda could see a slack-jawed Narcissa, who had removed the tissue from her face, glancing at her parents.

"And my daughter, Nymphadora." Andromeda's eyes widened. The tension in the room could be cut with a knife. Everyone was silent. Barty Crouch cleared his throated, banged his gavel, and just like that, Rabastan Lestrange was sentenced to life in Azkaban.

A/N Was going to add a little bit more at the end, but I figured I'll add it to the beginning to the next chapter. It'll even make it a bit longer if I do it right. REVIEW!