A/N BACK! I LOATHE this chapter. Stupid fillers. Chances are that I'll be skipping quite a bit after this. Maybe.. The rest of fifth year. I've got a few things planned, so hang on tight, because shit's about to go down! There's a few Addams Family references towards the end, just because it reminds me of the Blacks.

Disclaimer: It didn't change since my last update, even though it's been very long, but I do not own Harry Potter or The Addams Family!

The last week had not been the greatest, Andromeda decided. She had been discovered as a Death Eater, tortured by the Dark Lord for being found, living with the sisters who refused to have any type of contact with her for twenty years, and her father had been murdered.

How wonderful.

Cygnus's death had taken a toll on them all. She would have never expected Dennis to do such a thing. Of course, she also never expected him to be an Order member or Greyback's brother, for that matter. The man had an air of mystery about him that Andromeda didn't like.

Her mother had only gotten worse since the funeral. She was staying at Malfoy Manor, drinking rum with Rodolphus every day. Neither of her sisters found this as a particularly healthy way of coping. They kept in mind, however, that their parents had had an arranged marriage since they were twelve years old. They hadn't spent much time apart in their lives, leaning on each other for support. All three sisters assumed that their mother probably didn't have much time left herself. If anything, they figured she would die of a broken heart... Or alcohol poisoning. Whichever.

Her childhood home had been quickly rebuilt with magic. Some possessions had been lost, and even her favorite house elf, Skedaddle. The manor was now a lofty structure with pointed towers plunging upwards into the gloom. If you looked close enough, you could make out a shadowy outline of a palatial château; it was set on a high bluff, and on three sides cliffs dived down to where the sea licked greedy lips in the shadows. It wasn't the same as it used to be, but she would have to settle for what she had.

Her mother had downed most of Rodolphus's rum collection, making him more glum than usual. The Dark Lord had been talking nonstop of the this prophecy they needed to retrieve from the Department of Mysteries. Lucius had been assigned the head of this mission, much to the disappointment of Bellatrix. After the Dark Lord had found a connection between himself and Potter, he began to use it to his advantage. From what he had told them, Potter had become pretty close to Sirius. No surprise there, Andromeda thought. He was his Godfather after all.

Andromeda had told the Dark Lord all that she knew of the Order and their plans. She had begged him to not hurt her daughter, and that she would get her to their side one day. She hadn't seen Dora or Ted since she had left a month ago and she figured her poor husband would be absolutely lost without her.

Bellatrix had not spoken to her since their conversation a week ago. She refused so much as to make eye contact with her. Narcissa hadn't noticed any of their encounters, still too deep in her grief. Andromeda hadn't spoken much either, except a brief word here and there to her mother or Vulpus Burke. Vulpus seemed to be practically living at the Manor nowadays, keeping their mother company.

They had found out only a few months ago that Vulpus's wife had passed away, leaving him a widow. Vulpus shared Druella's sorrows and they comforted one another through them. Bellatrix had made suggestive comments to the both of them, leaving them to feel more awkward then they already did.

Which brought Andromeda to another topic. Shameless flirting had been done by Rabastan, who just so happened to be staying at the Manor with Andromeda. Evocative winks and smiles had been thrown her way since. Even a stolen kiss here and there occurred. She hated the feeling he still managed to give her. Believe it or not, she was a married woman, be it willingly or not. Andromeda wasn't used to the feeling of guilt, whether it be a severe feeling or not. Even today, she could still remember the first time she felt the unpleasant emotion.

In the room was a sleepy blonde haired child in a crib sleeping peacefully. Andromeda stood tall over, making no noise, so as not to wake her. Andromeda's hair was stuck up in every which way, having just woken up from her mid-day nap. She took pride in being an older sister, even if she was considered too young to even understand what that meant exactly. At the time, Andromeda was two and three quarters, and Merlin help the soul who dare leave out the three quarters.

Seeing her younger sister's breathing slow, Andromeda began to panic. She had head her Aunt Walburga talk about crib death and her absolute fear of it. She didn't want to see her baby sister die. So acting on adrenaline and instinct alone, Andromeda pulled the crib's side down and reached quickly over to her. Narcissa's eyes popped open as she felt her sister's hand rest behind her neck. So startled at the sudden reaction, Andromeda lost her grip on her for a moment. On impact, she grabbed Narcissa's arm to keep her up, hearing a sickening crunch as her baby sister's arm turned all the way around.

Narcissa let out a blood curling scream as tears poured down her pink heart-shaped face. Andromeda could hear her mother bounding up their staircase, and she could nothing but clutch Narcissa to her chest as the guilt washed over her, making her cry along with her.

Afterwards, she had been punished severely by her father. She wasn't to leave her room for the next two months, with the exception of bathroom usage only. All of her meals were brought up to her room by the house elf, where she was to eat alone. Bella had visited her room shortly after the incident, genuinely congratulating her. At the time, Bella felt an immense hatred for her youngest sister. She was just getting to Andromeda being there and had even gotten rather close to her. All Bella had wanted to have with her was Andromeda, and having this new baby around threatened her relationship with her younger sister. Bella, herself, had tried to dispose of Narcissa many times after that.

The first time was a bit scary, Andromeda remembered. Andromeda held a twenty pound weight, while Bella held Narcissa, who was around one at the time. They were on the top of Black Manor's roof, holding each in front of them. Bella had tricked Andromeda into doing a "test". They were curious as to which object would bounce. When they released them both on the count of three, the weight hit the ground hard, leaving a small indent around it. The baby was flailing her small fists and moving her tiny legs around in panic. A moment before she touched the ground, she stopped herself and descended slowly the rest of the way. Her first sign of accidental magic. Thankfully, their parents had been too preoccupied with the magic of their sister to punish the two for their attempt.

Their next try was a bit worse than the first. Bella had found a guillotine in their attic, and with a lot of effort, they both drug it to the basement, where Bellatrix planned to behead her sister.

"Death! Death to the enemies of the people of the republic!" Bellatrix exclaimed, READING, or lack thereof, from a scroll. "Hoorah! Justice is served!" She said, when Andromeda brought down the blade to slice the watermelon in half. "Bring forward the evil one," She said demonically, rolling the scroll up for later use. Bellatrix removed the remains of the watermelon from the guillotine and pulled the blade up to the top.

They had dressed Narcissa in a Marie Antoinette costume, complete with the frills and bonnet. Andromeda pushed her in a wagon towards the guillotine, to face her imminent death. Unbuckling her from the wagon, Andromeda held the baby up in front of her face as Bellatrix began to speak again.

"You have betrayed the people of France. You are evil incarnate. How do you plead?"

Andromeda raised the baby even further up and said in her best impersonation of a baby, "Guilty."

"Guilty! By her own admission. The sentence is death. Executioner, place her on the block." Andromeda nodded reluctantly and placed Narcissa's head on the other side of the blade.

"One, two," They counted as Bellatrix prepared to bring down the blade.

"Children! What are you doing in there?" Druella called from outside the room.

"Playing!" Bellatrix called back sweetly.

"Three!" They exclaimed as Bellatrix let go of the rope. The blade came down fast, barely giving them enough time to react. At the very last moment, Narcissa raised two tiny fingers and clenched the blade between her hands, stopping it from moving any further.

"Woe to the republic."

Looking back on the moment now, Andromeda cringed. Nowadays, they could be sent to Azkaban for attempted murder. Thankfully, there was only one more attempt after that guillotine.

Andromeda was standing at the top of the stairs, holding the same twenty pound weight they had used before. Bellatrix had just perched Narcissa's favorite doll on the first step, hoping to lure her into the trap they had placed. She ran up the stairs to where Andromeda stood so she could see the action take place.

The baby began to crawl toward her doll, giggling and making odd noises in the back of her throat. When the baby had reached the designated area, she dropped the weight, so as to crush the baby. Right as the baby grabbed the doll, Skedaddle grabbed her from the floor and began to walk with her up the stairs. The weight had crashed through their foyer floor, leaving them both in a lot of trouble with their parents. After a few talks with them, Andromeda and Bellatrix stopped the attempted murdering on their sister. They had even grown close to each other as they grew older.

After a few years, everything was in a sense of normalcy. All three of the sisters began to get along and learn to like each other for their differences. If only it could be like that today.

A/N Don't know if you noticed, but the attempted murders and the guillotine scene was completely taken from The Addams Family Values when Wednesday and Pugsley try to kill poor baby Pubert. I made a few altercations to the attempts. Nothing major, just trying to make it fit. Review please!