Title: Mothering
Rating: T
Character(s): Andromeda, Dominique
Warnings: None
Disclaimer: Don't own 'em - not making any money off 'em. Dern it.
Word Count: 514

Notes: This collection will feature Andromeda in a mother and grandmother role. There will hopefully be fifteen chapters.

Hogwarts School of Witchcraft & Wizardry: March Event - Mother's Day - Prompt: A mother mothering someone else's child

Andromeda opened her door and wasn't surprised to see Dominique Weasley. "Hello, would you like to come in?"

Dominique nodded, her eyes an angry blue.

Andromeda stepped aside and sighed as the young girl stomped in, her long blonde hair flying around her as it practically crackled with unleashed anger. "What happened?"

"I hate my family," she muttered. Her hands were turning white with how tightly she was clenching her hands into fists.

"No, you don't. You're just angry. You shouldn't use the word 'hate.' It's an ugly word."

Dominique glared at her.

"And don't look at me like that, Dominique."

Her shoulders slumped. "I'm sorry, Aunt Andromeda. I'm not angry at you."

"I know. So, tell me what happened this time?"

"No matter what I do, it's never as good as my brother and sister. Victoire is not only the oldest, but she's also perfect. She gets perfect grades, has perfect manners, and is the perfect lady. Louis is the youngest and the only boy. He's athletic and has a lot of friends. No matter what I do or what I accomplish, one of them has already done it, and done it better. For example, I finally got passed my fear enough to fly on a broom. But of course, Victoire and Louis have already done it. Louis did it two years ago, so my accomplishment means nothing. I feel like they would have been better off if I had never been born."

Andromeda's heart clenched at the distress in Dominique's voice. "Come sit on the couch with me."

Dominique followed begrudgingly. "Don't say I don't know what I'm talking about. I never get the kind of praise Victoire and Louis gets."

Andromeda put her arm around Dominique's petite waist. "Listen to me. I understand how you're feeling. I had two siblings as well, and I was always the overlooked one. The one who never seemed to do as well as the others. And the only time I got any attention was when it was negative for not following the Black family rules. The difference in our situations is I don't think your mum and dad mean to make you feel like this. They love you, and deep down, you know that as well. If they knew you felt this badly, they'd do whatever they could to fix it."

Dominique didn't look at Andromeda, but all of the fight seemed to have gone out of her body. "So, what do I do?"

"Talk to them. They won't know something is wrong unless you tell them. I love our talks and our close relationship. But you shouldn't shut your parents out because you think they won't understand. You have to meet them halfway, and the way to do that is to tell them how you feel."

Dominique finally met Andromeda's eyes. "Can I stay the night?"

Andromeda didn't hesitate with her answer. "Of course. I'll Floo your parents and let them know, but tomorrow, you will speak to them. And you'll tell them everything. Do we have a deal?"

Dominique nodded. "It's a deal."