Disclaimer: This was not a quick update, was it? Well, anyway, school has been messing up my writing schedule, so I will be writing less than I did during the summer. I'll try my best to update sooner. Anyways, we have finally reached Chapter Thirty! About ten chapters left! I do not own Harry Potter.

After a brief reunion, if it could be called such a thing, with her family, Andromeda made her way back home.

Not a second after she stepped out of the fireplace, Andromeda was met with her sobbing daughter and a pacing Ted. Their heads snapped up, and Nymphadora ran to embrace her.

"We thought-" She sobbed. Andromeda frowned and turned to Ted, hoping for an explanation.

"The blood on the stairs. We also heard you scream. Nymphadora, alert the Order, and tell them everything is okay. She's fine." She nodded and wiped a few tears from her eyes. Grabbing a handful of floo powder, she disappeared with a shout of, "12 Grimmauld Place".

"Where the hell were you?" Ted clenched his jaw. "These disappearances of yours," He shook his head. "They've been happening since the beginning of our marriage. Odd that'd it stopped during You-Know-Who's downfall, isn't it?"

"I don't know what you're talking about." She spoke confidently.

"The hell you do. Don't think for a moment that I don't know you're connected with your family, Andromeda, don't."

"I have no contact with my family."

"Couldn't speak the truth if your life depended on it, you couldn't." He chuckled humorlessly.

"What do you want from me, Ted?"

"Where have you been going? Not that I don't know already, but I'd just like to hear you say it."

"Well, if you know, I see no reason for me to answer you."

"I didn't think you were like them," He breathed. "I really didn't."

"Listen to me, you common little Mudblood," She spat the word with distaste, "I married you, knowing that I would never speak or have any contact with my family ever again. I chose you over them. You came before them."

Ted bowed his head and chuckled bitterly, "I rest my case," He glanced up, barely making eye contact, "Mudblood." He whispered.

"I care for you, Ted." She found herself saying. What surprised her most, however, was that she meant it. After so many years with the man, she grew to love him. Nothing more than a platonic relationship, of course. She cared for him as a brother, and she couldn't bear if he were to be hurt.

He shook his head, "Dora wanted to invite you to the Order's Headquarters today. She thought it'd be nice for you to see something of your childhood home."

"Grimmauld Place wasn't my childhood home, Ted." She whispered, still feeling the tension between the two.

He blinked and frowned. "It wasn't?"

"...No." Her lips twitched in annoyance. "That was my Aunt Walburga and Uncle Orion's home."

"But- Your mother sliced off house elves heads, didn't she?"

"No."

"Then who did?"

"It's a Black family tradition." She spoke plainly, almost forgetting their fight not moments ago.

"Well, go ahead. We need to speak when you come home, though. It's important, Andromeda."

She nodded solemnly, wanting desperately to make it up to him.

"I'll be back soon. I won't stay long."

"Andromeda!" Sirius embraced her as soon as she stepped out of the fireplace. "We're all so glad that you're okay!"

"Sirius, I haven't seen you for so long!" She hugged him back just as enthusiastically.

"Ah!" Came a muffled scream, and a bang followed shortly after. After a single moment of hesitation, a woman began to scream.

"Stains of dishonor! Filthy half-breeds, blood-traitors, children of filth! Tainting the House of my Fathers!"

Andromeda had to hold back a chuckle. There was no mistaking that voice. The woman was none other than her Aunt Walburga. She had heard from Nymphadora herself that her portrait hung in the house, and that it could not be removed due to some sort of sticking charm. Nymphadora had even said that her parents had their own portraits, even though they had not passed on yet.

Sirius sighed, "I'll be back," He said, facing her. "Remus, help me!" He shouted as he jogged towards the drawing room. Viewing the narrow hallway, Andromeda saw Nymphadora sitting at the dining room table, speaking to a man who looked vaguely familiar.

"Mum!" She exclaimed happily, bounding out of her chair to meet her.

"I'm so glad you came. C'mon in, and you can meet the rest of the Order!" She said, pulling Andromeda by her hand. "This is Mundungus Fletcher," She pointed, "Kingsley Shacklebolt, Molly Weasley, Arthur Weasley, and the rest of the Weasley clan," She chuckled lightly as she waved her hand to the rest of the redheads. "Hermione Granger, and, of course, Harry Potter."

Andromeda forced a smile on her face. Oh, how she hated Harry Potter. The boy did nothing but make her life hell. Unknowingly , of course, but still hell.

"Um, and here we've got Dedalus Diggle, Elphias Doge, Dumbledore," She grinned, "and Fleur Delacour."

"Nice to meet you all." Andromeda smiled.

"Oh, but mum! We're not done!" She pouted, pulling her into the next room. "Okay, that's Hagrid. Mum, you know Hagrid. Um, Hestia Jones. Sturgis Podmore. Sweet sweet Minnie McGonagall." Minerva sent a scathing glare in Nymphadora's direction at the use of her nickname. "Snape," She growled, screwing up her face in disdain. "And Emmeline Vance."

Snape glanced at Andromeda quizzically. Andromeda furrowed her eyebrows. What the hell was Snape doing here?

"Oh yes!" Nymphadora pulled her out her thoughts. "Mum, this is a new member, and I was just speaking to him about the Order when you showed up. Dennis Greyback." She introduced.

The man had been the same one she had recognized from before. He looked just as disgusting as he had in Azkaban, if not more. Not to mention the shock of his last name. Greyback. Surely he'd be related to Fenrir, the werewolf whose goal in life is to bite every human being possible.

"Why M'lady. Fancy seeing you here."

"Mum," She frowned. "You know Dennis?"

"Of course she knows me. Quite well actually. With her visiting that Lestrange once a month, we become great friends," He grinned wolfishly. "Didn't we, Andy?"

"Visiting a Lestrange? Mum, what is he talking about?"

"Yes, Andromeda, what is he talking about?" A gruff voice spoke from the doorway. She looked to see Mad Eye Moody with his magical eye whirring in all directions. He glanced at her left forearm, and his eye began to speed around at an alarming pace.

Shit. There was no doubt in her mind that he could see it. She would kill Bellatrix for what she had done to him. Before being captured, she had used Dark Magic to make his eye disappear completely. In the rush of last night and this morning, Andromeda had forgotten to apply her potion.

In her panic, she hadn't noticed the crowd surrounding her, and the man hobbling toward her with his wooden leg. The tension in the room was unbearable, and she really wanted to just disappear. He was standing in front of her, and his eye was practically falling out of the socket from it's speed. Grabbing her left arm sleeve, he yanked it up quickly to reveal her Dark Mark.

There were gasps from the crowd, and even some murmurs of, "I knew it!" Andromeda felt the blood leave her face, and she knew for a fact that she was ghostly pale. Mad Eye began to reach for his wand, and Andromeda was panting from her nervousness.

After a few moments, she remembered something. She was a Black, and she was in a Black house! Anyone with Black blood could apparate in and out of this place if they so liked. It probably wasn't the best security policy, but it wasn't as if anyone knew of it except the Blacks. She was surprised Sirius didn't remember that from their lessons when they were younger. Of course, after all those years in Azkaban, there was possibility he had lost some brain cells.

Andromeda gulped as Mad Eye's wand was pointed between her eyes. Taking a shaky breath, she apparated away.

A/N Well, I'm back! Yes, Dennis has returned, and he IS related to Greyback. Next chapter should be up soon. Sorry for the long wait! REVIEW!