Tale of a Lestrange

by AvidLoreReader

What if Bellatrix and her husband, Rodolphus Lestrange, had one child together. A daughter named Lyra Adalene Lestrange. How would her presence affect the Wizarding World? Would she rise above her family's dark legacy or fall victim to it?

What if Bellatrix and her husband, Rodolphus Lestrange, had one child together. A daughter named Lyra Adalene Lestrange. How would her presence affect the Wizarding World?

Disclaimer: This story is purely for entertainment purposes only. I do not own any of the characters with the exception for any original characters. The Harry Potter Universe and all relating content belong the J. K. Rowling.

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Ill Conceived

Lestrange Estate, late December 1979

When anyone spoke of the lonely stone manor upon the rolling him, which was seldom at best, it was in hushed tones. It had an ominous presence about it, like it had been built countless years ago, simply to look down on the local farmlands and households. It's dark stones and sharp peaks gave it the look of Jagged, blackened teeth piercing out of the green earth. It's foreboding appearance only grew worse at night, or when surround by the morning fog of late autumn. Yet this wasn't made the local's uneasy living in its shadow.

As far as anyone living could remember, not a single soul ever entered or left the extravagant household. It wasn't unheard of for such manors to be vacant for long periods of time. After all, many wealth families only used their country home when on holiday, but still, an estate as grand as this would require year-round staff to keep it in order. Yet, no one ever saw masons, groundskeepers, or even a deliveryman pass through the sturdy iron gates. However, the ever-pristine grounds were proof someone was tending to it. Further evidence of its inhabitant's existence was the black smoke that rose from the chimneys, and the odd light glistening in one of the rooms at night.

Over the years, rumors began to spread that the place was haunted by the ghosts of a wealthy family that tragically died of fever and were forever roaming the halls of their home. Naturally, that meant local children would dare each other to try and sneak onto the grounds, in hopes of catching a glimpse of the specters. If any actual made it over the fifteen-foot hedge surrounding it, they were often gone for hours, yet when they scampered back over were unable to describe anything they saw. In fact, they would be left in a sort of daze for days, if not weeks after their excursion. Parents would give the whole thing a weary nod and tell themselves it was just their jitters getting the best of them. But that was before the Miller Boy incident.

Jacob Miller, a smart, hardworking, boy who was perhaps a bit rambunctious, but what country boy wasn't at his age, was found alongside the dirt road screaming as if his whole body had caught fire. Yet, when the first people came upon him, they couldn't find a single scratch on the writhing child. He was carried back to his family's home, where his parents frantically called for a wagon to take their little Jacob to a hospital as quick as a jiffy. The boy remained in the emergency ward for three days and the doctors still couldn't medically explain what caused the horrific event. He was of no help in the matter either, just like every other daring child, he simply couldn't remember what had happened to him. It was as if every nerve in his body experienced an acute and adverse reaction to something.

When he was finally discharged and sent home, Jacob was never quite the same. Always staying close to his parents, flinching whenever he heard a loud noise, and waking up during the witching hour from night terrors. Since then, no child has ever dared to look at the Lestrange Manor, especially after dark. If they did on this night, they would unknowingly see what Jacob had, an unprecedented show of life throughout the house. But this was no ordinary gathering even by the standards of the wizarding world, it was a meeting of the most prominent wizarding families in all of Britain, and every one of them a devout follower of the Dark Lord himself.

Arguably, none were more loyal than this evening's host, the newly ascended patriarch of his family, Rodolphus Lestrange. The man had all the bearings of an imposing lord; tall, muscular, a self-assertive posture garnered from a lifetime of prestige and an aristocratic heritage. Then there were his eyes, cold, methodical, disciplined, that seemingly bore into the very being of those who captured his attention. Standing alone by the fireplace, the master of the house leisurely sipping his fire whiskey, savoring the burning sensation that jolted his body with new life.

Looking out towards his guests and allies, he baulked at how this evening had devolved from what was supposed to be meeting of Death Eaters to this impromptu soiree with their extended families. He had to remind himself to find the damn fool who suggested this shame of an evening and curse him for taking advantage of both their masters' absence and the Lestrange family's hospitality. Had the master of the house been a gambling man, he would have placed his bet on Tiberius Selwyn or Amycus Carrow of being the culprit, both of whom took great relish in annoying Rodolphus at every opportunity given to them.

His musing of revenge drifted to the back of his mind when he noted his wife, Bellatrix conversing with her younger sister, Narcissa in the far corner of the room. His 'beloved' wife seemed more composed than usual, an odd sight considering the woman despised this sort of gathering even more than he did. Often lashing out in fits of rage, spewing insults at anyone near her. To show such composure this evening, it was a true testament to the bond she shared to the expecting madam Malfoy. Taking in his wife's apparel, Rodolphus had to hold back a scowl, thinking her coal black dress' low neckline more befitting a whore than the matriarch of his proud family-line. Then again, she was never his notion of an ideal wife.

Respectful, well-mannered, elegant; everything his own mother had emanated till the moment of her passing, and everything Bellatrix wasn't. As of late, Rodolphus had begun to question the wisdom of his parents for arranging this match back when both he and Bellatrix were still attending Hogwarts.

"Your duty as my eldest son and heir is to further our family name and maintain the purity of the Sacred Twenty-Eight," his father reasoned, or rather, lectured as was his way. Not that he needed to, not with him, he knew what his duties were, regardless of the hesitations his wife's baser tendencies gave him. But that was all there was to their marriage, duty. The few nights that they did share their bed were without succor or zeal. It was becoming quite clear that they were more suited as comrades in the Dark Lord's cause than as man and wife. Especially considering Bellatrix's growing infatuation with their lord and master.

"Rodolphus," a voice called out, wresting his attention away from personal matters towards the now approaching wizard. One whose company he desired least of all, Tiberius Selwyn. Dressed in fine clothing, Selwyn sauntered over with his charming smile, the one he flashed at the fools in the Ministry. "Brooding by yourself again, old boy. One would think you'd prefer confronting a deranged manticore rather than mingling with your fellow wizards and witches. My compliments on the wine this evening, by the way, I understand it originally came from the Lestrange vineyard outside of Paris. A shame it was lost when the main branch died off all those years ago."

Rodolphus felt a slight twitch in his hand at Selwyn's dig at his family's lost standing in France. Many holdings and properties had been forfeited over to other prominent wizarding families that held claim through the female line, an insult that Rodolphus intended to rectify once the Dark Lord turned his full attention towards the rest of Europe. "Selwyn, the only shame to this evening is that our lord was detained by far more important matters. Had he been able to attend, I imagine our gathering would have been far more practical and productive for the cause."

"Ah yes, the prophecy," Selwyn mused before taking a hearty drink from his wine glass. "Made by the ever-dismissible Sybill Trelawny, I question the stock our master puts into her words."

For second time, Rodolphus' hand twitched at the man's words, anger far surpassing what he felt merely a moment ago. "You question our lord's judgment!?" The icy look in his eyes and low threating tone of his voice caught Selwyn's attention, stiffening slightly as he fully turned to face him.

"My doubt is not in the Dark Lord, but in the hack herself. If it had been prophesized by her great-great grandmother, then I would give it serious thought." Shifting his stance, Selwyn tried to regain his composure under the scrutinous gaze of the more imposing dark wizard. "Besides, everyone knows that its Dumbledore who's the true threat to our cause. We should focus our efforts into killing him, instead of worrying about a child that hasn't even been born yet."

Placing his drink on the fireplace mantle, Rodolphus took one step closer to his fellow Death Eater, reminding him of his place in the ranks. "We do as our lord commands when he commands it. If he takes Trelawny's prophecy to heart, then we should as well."

"Ah yes, ever the soldier, aren't you Lestrange." Selwyn retorted in a vain attempt to project strength against Rodolphus' daunting form. But the master of the house could see the uncertainty in his eyes, the tightening grip on his glass, and how tense his shoulders were. Already Selwyn was beginning to show his true cowardly nature. He preferred picking off already injured opponents, or those who were without their wands. When it came to a real fight, Selwyn never had much of a spine, especially when facing a real threat like Rodolphus.

"That's exactly what I am." Rodolphus' firm declaration surprised the coward, as he starred on with his typical confounded look on his face. "I am a committed soldier. A loyal follower of the Dark Lord. I understand what war is and what it takes to win. War is slaughtering an entire township so that the next hundred know the consequences of resistance; its hunting down and killing a threat in its infancy to ensure your own strength. It is cutting down those who deny the simple truth of this world, that our blood gives us the right to rule over the diluted masses."

Others started to notice the growing tension between the two, but no one spoke, they simply watched in silence. Normally, such an audience would require restraint on Rodolphus' part, but given Selwyn's general low standing in the eyes of those present, a certain leeway was afforded But not even that would have excused striking the unwanted guest when he began to clap. It only grew worse as the words slithered out of Selwyn's mouth. "A fine speech, old boy. Perhaps if you put that same zeal in keeping up appearances, you and your wife wouldn't have the aurors looking over your shoulders."

There was some truth to what Selwyn was saying, both he and Bellatrix, were now suspected of partaking in several attacks against the Ministry, but no hard evidence had been found against them. Not that he'd care if there was, the days of remaining in the Ministry's shadow were almost over, and their contributions would be rewarded in the new order. "Your right, Selwyn. I've never been one for subtly, that game has always suited you, Lucius, or my grandfather, Corbin Lestrange."

It was rare for Rodolphus to mention his grandfather's name aloud. Given the old fool had never commanded the respect of his son, or either of his grandchildren. It was no wonder he was called the Craven Crow behind his back. "He, like the rest of my illustrious family, spoke of their superiority to muggles, yet when Grindelwald called for the aid those who wouldn't remain hidden and bring about the world that should have been, Corbin Lestrange sat idly by his fireplace. The bloody coward, too afraid to risk what he already possessed to gain what he desired most and when it was too late, the old man hid behind clever words to justify his inaction."

Taking back some control over himself, Rodolphus begrudging admitted that if nothing else his grandfather served as an important lesson, one that he was about to share with Selwyn. "Clever words, half-measures like yours mean nothing to a cause. To see it become reality, you must be willing to burn to make it so. Which is why you will never be anything more than the little parasite that the Dark Lord allowed into our ranks."

With that said Rodolphus reclaimed his drink and left, refusing to waste another moment on the leech, who baulked at the snickers being held back from the onlookers. In one swig, the master of the house finished his glass, allowing the drink to burn away some of the boiling anger towards that underling fool. While it felt satisfying to humble that inflated Death Eater's ego, he would have refrain from any further displays. This still was a formal affair being housed under his roof, requiring a certain level of dignity. Casually placing his glass onto the enchanted silver tray that tended to the guests needs, Rodolphus hoped to find what little enjoyment he could from this evening in the company of his brother, Rabastian.

Rabastian was one of the very few he could trust whole heartedly, they both understood the importance of the cause, and cared little for the grandstanding that some of their cohorts were known for. But most of all, because his little brother knew his place as the second son, to follow his lead. Rodolphus had seen it too many times to count, where great families were brought down because the younger siblings did as they wished, often in a vain and futile attempt to prove themselves more worthy heirs than the first born. His brother, despite his capabilities, lacked the will and decisiveness to maintain the strength of their house, and was all the wiser for knowing it himself.

He once overheard someone say that Rabastian was like his shadow, mirroring his actions but lacking the substance needed to exit on his own. The crude but accurate assessment made him search his mind for who it was that had said it. 'Ah... young Regulus Black,' he recalled after a moment. A younger cousin of Bellatrix, part of the main Black household. It dawned on the young master that the boy wasn't in attendance for this evening. In fact, no one had seen the young pup for some time now, to the point even their lord had taken notice.

It sat ill with Rodolphus, not because he had any affection for the boy. After all, he was somewhat of a spoiled child, barely out of Hogwarts and whose resolve had been growing more questionable every day. But he did have a deep knowledge of their group's inner workings, which makes his 'disappearance' troublesome. If that information had fallen into the hands of the Auror's Office or Dumbledore's puppets, the so-called Order of the Phoenix, it could prove disastrous for the lot of them.

It was also worth noting that Regulus' brother, Sirius, was a member of the Order as well. Giving the little sneak the perfect opportunity to betray them if needed. But regardless of whether Regulus had been captured, turned traitor, or simply lost his nerve and was in hiding, the Dark Lord would see him suffer all the same. Finally noticing his own brother in the distance, Rodolphus cast the wayward pup from his mind and worked his way through the crowd. Only vaguely addressing any passing compliments with half-felt courtesy. Drawing closer, the elder brother noticed Rabastian was speaking with a young woman wearing a velvet dress and fine jewelry, a Flint girl by the look of it.

His brother's eyes never left the girl, smiling like a besotted fool as she laughed at something he said. Rabastian could have done worse, he supposed. The girl came from a respectable family and was rather pretty. But when the woman began to caress his brother's hand, something hardened in his stomach. Seeing the mutual infatuation between the pair, made Rodolphus feel something unfamiliar to him, something that felt like…

"AAAAH," the pitched scream echoed throughout the hall, garnering everyone's attention at the source. Shoving past several nameless guests, Rodolphus was given the answer to the mystery before setting eyes on it, when a familiar cackle rose above the murmured remarks and faint gasps. Standing before everyone was Bellatrix, laughing like an unruly child at the women kneeling on the floor with one hand clutching the right half of her face. Already Rodolphus felt taxed by his wife's latest outburst, which only grew worse when he saw that it was Alecto Carrow, another Death Eater, on the marble floor.

She and Bellatrix have always hated each other, often resorting to child like jabs at each other, but this was something else. Alecto must have touched a nerve this time and it showed. Rising to her feet the fellow dark witch lowered her hand, revealing several bleeding scratches running down her cheek. Alecto's eyes now burned with hatred as Bellatrix continued to reveal in the pain she had inflicted. Not even a moment passed before the tension broke as wands were drawn and readied to curse one another.

"NOT HERE," commanded Rodolphus, stopping both women in their tracks. "Not in my home! Should anyone else draw their wands they will answer to me. Amycus take your sister and leave." Begrudgingly, Alecto allowed her brother to lead her away, but not before giving Bellatrix one last hateful glare as she walked by. The Carrows' anger was nothing compared to the fury building within Rodolphus. No one, save his wife, met his harsh gaze, which was enough to break to resolve of a fully grown Hungarian Thorntail. Which only left one loose end, Bellatrix.

Excusing themselves with cold courtesy and instructing Rabastian to tend to their guests' remaining needs, Rodolphus lead his wife by the arm to somewhere more private. Bellatrix didn't resist, if anything she looked bored as they climbed the stairwell, he imagined she knew their argument about maintaining a sense of dignity befit of the house of Lestrange by heart. Upon arriving at 'their' bedroom the pair entered without uttering a single word. Releasing his wife's arm, the dark wizard drew his wand cast the silencing charm upon the door as it closed behind. No eavesdropping fool would amuse themselves with this conversation.

Turning to his wife, Rodolphus saw her looking into the full-length mirror, tending to a few loose strands of hair. It was just a game to her, like everything else, and he was sick of it. "You've made quite the spectacle of yourself… again."

"Oh that, that was just a little tiff, is all," laughed Bellatrix, turning from her reflection, head cocked to the side, and a toothy grin across her face. "She should thank me, really. At least now, she has an excuse as to why men find her so heinous to look at." The witched cackled at her own joke, ignoring the serious look in her husband's eyes. When he spoke, his tone matched the intensity of his gaze.

"I've told you repeatedly, to restrain yourself in such events, especially in my family's ancestral home." The infuriating woman merely gave him a dismissive snort as her answer. "The dignity of this house is reflected by the actions of its members, something my brother and I have always upheld, while you continue to cast a poor light upon it."

"What's the matter Roddy, afraid of a few wagging tongues." Rodolphus' grip tightened around his wand; he hated being called that. It was unseemly, a mockery of his proud name, and Bellatrix' favorite method of irritating him. "If they trouble you so much, cut them out and be done with it." She didn't laugh this time, for it wasn't a joke. He knew that if given the chance, Bellatrix would tear out the tongues of anyone who so much as annoyed her, all with a smile on her face.

Her bloodlust had only grown as the war progressed, not that she had been the most stable of mind even as children. The Blacks were famous for their fiery temper, but with Bellatrix… she took it to another scale. There were numerous occasions during their Hogwarts years, where she had been disciplined for lashing out violently against fellow students. Particularly against the Gryffindors, the house filled with Blood Traitors and Mud-bloods alike. Ruthlessness had its purpose and place on the battlefield, or in service to a greater cause, but when it spread to the household it was a liability. Especially, when that household was expected to become a pillar of leadership in the new order.

This woman however, simply refused to see that, and he was at his last straw. "Do not forget yourself again." This was his final warning to his wife, and his harsh tone left little doubt there would be consequences if she didn't heed it. A more levelheaded person would have left the matter there and departed, but the all the anger festering within him from before compelled him to twist the knife further. "I expected more from a member of the ancient and most noble house Black, yet here you are, with no more refinement than a filthy muggle."

Her response was swift as she threw the flower vase at his head. With a flick of his wand, the glass vase was deflected, smashing against the wall behind him. Meeting her gaze Rodolphus saw the unbridled fury in her eyes as she approached him, yet there was a certain measure of caution to her movements as well. While powerful in her own right, she had seen what he was capable of firsthand, with the countless duels he'd fought and won only a complete fool would challenge him without worry. Bellatrix, despite her manic tendencies, was no fool.

For the longest time the two studied each other, looking for the slightest sign of action or weakness. They were now to opposing forces fueled by years of buried anger and bound for collision. Then the silence finally broke with fierce snarl escaping Bellatrix's lips, igniting the madness. Several sparks and flashes reverberated throughout the room. The confining space left little room for movement, still they managed to dodge and block the other's curses. The once pristine bedroom, befitting the highest of nobility, was now a shattered mess, with scorch marks scattered across the walls and broken furniture across the floor.

Consumed by their anger, neither knew how long the exchange lasted nor how they became entangled in each other's arms. Yet, as they continued to struggle, Rodolphus managed to throw her off her feet and onto their bed. Before she could raise her wand again, he managed to pin her beneath him. In that moment he breathed heavily, almost uncertain of what to do now, anger still boiling inside of him. He felt something hot and thick running down his cheek. Blood, blood seeping out a fresh cut that almost took his eye and reached all the way back to his ear. He didn't dare let go Bellatrix, not even to wipe away the blood as it trailed down his chin.

Just as first few drops began to fall onto his wife's cheek, a manic smile grew across her lips, before letting out a strained chackle. It wasn't until she spoke that he understood what was going on in her warped mind. "Where was this on our wedding night?"

The question left him utterly flummoxed, mere moments ago they had been sending curses at each other with every intention to cause as much harm as they could upon the other, and now… It was undoubtedly a trick, some deranged ploy to lower his guard and allow her to strike. Yet, the look in her eye, her legs now grazing against his waist, and the rise and fall of her chest. Inexplicably, Rodolphus found himself thinking back to the Flint girl, at how enamored she seemed with Rabastian. The look in Bellatrix's eyes wasn't the same, it was almost predatory, driven by primal need rather than actual affection. It was still enticing; it was still something he desired.

When he initiated the first kiss, his wife reciprocated with lustful passion, eventually biting hard enough to draw blood from his lower lip. After letting out a pained gasp the dark wizard resumed his assault, releasing Bellatrix's arms so that his hands could explore elsewhere. With every passing moment the urgency of their needs only grew stronger, her legs now wrapped around his waist, while his hands worked to undo the back of her dress. All reason was forgotten, only dark passion guided them now. And just as their remaining guests were unaware of all that had transpired above them, the dark couple were unaware of the consequences to their actions.

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Tonks Residence, Countryside, early 1982

Life is unpredictable at best, especially when having to wrangle an eight-year-old, who had an almost magical proclivity for knocking over everything (more than once in some cases). Every day Andromeda would clean up after her little twister, keep up with the house chores and still find the time to tend to her flower garden. It wasn't easy, especially since her little Nymphadora had inherited her father's lack of tidiness, but she wouldn't change any of it. This modest life, this warm home, and loving family were all hers. It was moments like these that made her look at all of this and think about how her life was 'supposed' to be, sending a cold chill down her spine.

That life… that family was behind her now and she was all the happier for it. Finishing the laundry, Andromeda lifted her wand in a flowing, serene motion. Coming to life the sheets flew in air as they twisted and turned, before folding themselves and neatly landing into two stacks. Taking this rare moment to appreciate how spik and span the living room was, she let out a small content sigh. That was when she noticed how quiet it been, something that wasn't common in the Tonks household. Nymphadora while a kind-hearted, intelligent girl, wasn't a stranger to mischief.

So as any mother would, she began checking every room in the house in search of her daughter. With no one in the dining room, the kitchen, that only left the upstairs. Both the master bedroom and Dora's room were empty as well, leaving only the guest room and the attic. Opening the door to the spare bedroom Andromeda noticed the squeaky hinges, she'd have to remember to fix that when she had a chance. Turning her attention back to the room, everything seemed normal, the bed's sheets were neatly tucked in, while the dresser spotted not a speck of dust.

"If only I could keep the rest of the house this clean,' she mused. As Andromeda turned back to the hallway, she heard a loud thud coming from the closet. Rather strange, there shouldn't be anything in there, with all their belongings being stored in her closet or in the attic. "Please don't let it be pixies again," she muttered aloud, cringing at the memory of the last pixie infestation they had. Reaching for the nob, she was startled when the door burst open, and a hideous figure jumped out. It was a short haggard thing, with blood red eyes and a warty pig snout.

Yet, after noticing the Weird Sisters t-shirt, her frightened expression became firm, disciplinary, the face of a mother. "Nymphadora Tonks, what have I told you about using your metamorphmagus ability without Ms. Welks present."

"Oh mum," replied the eight-year-old as her face returned to its normal shape, clearly miffed at hearing her full name. "How am I supposed to get better if I don't practice." A fair point, from a child perspective at least, but the fact remained, Dora possessed a rare ability, one that could lead to trouble if the wrong people witnessed it. Which was why, she and her husband had gone to Professor Dumbledore for help. Being the most revered wizard of the century, he was well acquainted with many accomplished wizards and witches. Someone who might have been able to help their daughter, in a way that neither of them could. Ms. Welks was the answer, the only other metamorphmagus in the British Isles.

A somewhat reserved elderly woman, Ms. Welks spoke very little about herself when she showed up for their weekly sessions. From what little she had said, Andromeda had gathered that she used to work for the Ministry in some branch or office that dealt in absolute secrecy. Ted thought she was an Unspeakable from the Department of Mysteries, but she had doubts about that. Just the way the woman spoke, gave her the impression of an Auror relaying orders to an initiate. Ms. Welks wasn't here for an afternoon tea and biscuit; she made that clear from the moment she entered their home.

'What were her exact words?' Andromeda asked, recalling that charming introduction with a wry sense of amusement. 'Oh, yes… 'I'm Ms. Welks and I'm here because I owed Dumbledore a favor, now show me the girl so we may begin.' A rather brisk and forward approach when introducing oneself, but she couldn't deny it was an effective teaching method for Nymphadora.

Within two weeks her daughter went from involuntarily changing her hair color befitting her mood, to maintaining a bright pink for days on end. But now after three months, she was determined to explore and test the limits of her ability, which lead to this new game of hide and scare. Andromeda was beginning to think she had seen every possible combination of bizarre features; a duck bill, a pig snout, bat ears, and now… a hag. Just wonderful.

"Darling, Ms. Welks agreed to teach you as a favor to Professor Dumbledore and to us as well." Reasoned Andromeda, garnering her daughter's attention. "She takes a great deal of her own free time to do so, I think the least we can do is follow her instructions and respect her wishes. Including waiting for her to show up before practicing."

"Alright… I'm sorry mum." The relieve at hearing those words was indescribable. Andromeda always tried to use reason first, to help her daughter figure out the right thing for herself, rather than dictating every aspect of her life. That didn't mean she and Ted let their little girl do whatever she wanted, there were rules meant to keep her safe and if they were deliberately broken consequences followed. Like taking away her magic radio for a week after letting that gnome inside the house or losing her training broom privileges for flying off without one of them beside her. Nothing like what she experienced in her childhood.

Silent, obedient, little dolls, that was what her parents expected of her and her sisters. If they put one toe out of line… The memory must have shown on her face, as Nymphadora's small hand tugged on hers. "Mum, are you alright?"

Andromeda took a breath, wearing a reassuring smile as she banished those painful memories and reminded herself where she was. "Its nothing. How about we get things started for dinner, your father should be home soon."

Her daughter seemed to accept this, but there were flecks of doubt in her eyes, She was growing up, before long these little white lies won't work anymore. She'd have to tell the girl about her more dysfunctional relatives. Unfortunately, that conversation seemed more imminent with each passing day. Especially after the trial, the one headlining the Daily Prophet for weeks now.

'Bellatrix Lestrange convicted Death Eater, practitioner of the Dark Arts… and her older sister,' Andromeda lamented as she began setting the plates on the table. Her sister's crimes were unforgivable, in more ways than one. The use of the Cruciatus curse on another being, was grounds for a life sentence to Azkaban, but what she did to the Longbottoms was beyond cruel. To tear into their minds and stripe away their sanity, it was a fate worse than death. Andromeda felt ashamed, as if she committed the crime herself. Simply because she was connected to the actual culprit.

It was irrational, mad even, given she hadn't spoken to anyone from her old life since the day she married Ted. The day she 'betrayed' the Black family, by mingling its pure blood with that of a… She couldn't even bring herself to think the word her parents had screamed at her when she left their home for good. From that day forward she was dead to the ancient and pious house of Black. It was strange, most might think that prospect would be devastating, but it wasn't. It was almost liberating, to live as she saw fit. The only regret she felt was losing her sisters.

As children they had been inseparable, the only two people she could rely on, but eventually they embraced their family's twisted ideology. Condemning her as a blood-traitor for falling in love with a man they deemed beneath her. As Andromeda tended the stove preparing the ingredients for Ted's favorite scouse stew, she recalled everything that had drawn her to him. His warm nature, his calming voice, and his genuine concern for the wellbeing of others. Even before he became a healer, her Ted seemed to have this inexplicable ability to know just what a person needed. Whether it was a shot of wiggenweld potion, a cheering charm, or in her case a true friend. That was what she needed at Hogwarts, and from that bond grew something that was worth her family's fortune a thousand times over.

It still hurt, but the family Andromeda had built with Ted had eased the pain to where she wasn't reminded of them every day. However, her sister's arrest had stirred some old feelings in the devoted home maker. A volatile mix of pity, resentment, and finality to the whole ordeal. Any naïve hope of reconciliation, however small, was now dead and buried. Perhaps she could go on with her life now and find solace in the fact her child would not have to live in a world plagued by You-Know-Who.

A loud crack from outside interrupted her mid chop, the blade hovering over the carrot as she peered out of the window. Home earlier than usual stood Ted still dressed in is lime-green robes with a worn-out smile on his face showing just how tiring his day had been. He had taken two steps before their daughter rushed outside to greet him, wrapping her arms around him is a tight embrace. The sight was enough to make her heart melt, finishing the last of the vegetables, Andromeda turned down the stove before walking out to greet her husband.

"Ah, there's the most beautiful woman in all of London," laughed Ted as he picked up Dora in his arms, before putting her down again.

Welcoming him home with a chaste kiss, Andromeda set about correcting his flattering remark. "We're not in London, dear."

"In all of Britain than." His comeback made her roll her eyes good naturedly, before ushering them all inside so that they could finish with dinner and enjoy their evening together. Lovingly, the couple exchanged the events of their day, nothing to exciting perhaps, but the growing tranquility of the world was too their liking. But as many would agree fate often enjoys disrupting the tranquility most take for granted.

As Andromeda resided over the sink supervising the enchanted scrubber, soap and washcloth that cleaned their used dishes and silverware, another load crack echoed through the front door. Everyone's silent gaze was transfixed on the wooden frame, after all, they weren't expecting visitors today and Ms. Welks wasn't due back until next Thursday. The slight tap of their doorknocker finally brought them out of their confused daze. Ted, being the closest, was the first to the door with Andromeda close behind as she removed her dish apron. Giving her husband one last inquisitive look, to which he shrugged, Andromeda opened the door to their mystery guest.

Curiosity was replaced by sheer bewilderment as she set eyes on the man before them. A man with a well-groomed beard and wearing a set of familiar half-moon spectacles. Professor Albus Dumbledore, headmaster of the finest school of witchcraft and wizardry, was standing at their doorstep. "Good evening, Edward, Andromeda. I must apologize for coming unannounced and so late in in evening, but I'm afraid there is something important I must discuss with you."

Without a second thought the couple welcomed their former teacher into their home, showing him to the living room. Much to the surprise and delight to Nymphadora, who began bombarding the older wizard with questions. "Are you really Albus Dumbledore? You'll be one of my teachers when I start Hogwarts, right? Can you teach me how to a gnome into a dragon?"

"Nymphadora," Andromeda gently chided her daughter as she set the tea tray on the table, offering a cup to their guest, and hoping her daughter hadn't bothered him with so many questions all at once.

Dumbledore didn't seem to mind at all, in fact, there was a joyful twinkle in his eyes as he looked at her. "It's quite alright, Andromeda. She is only curious after all and is there nothing more endearing than a young mind eager to learn. To answer your questions young lady; I am indeed Albus Dumbledore, and while I'll have the honor of being your headmaster when you begin your schooling, the privilege of teaching will fall to the ever-capable hands of my fellow staff members."

Nymphadora seemed disappointed with his answer, but soon enough she had another question in mind. "If you don't teach, what does the Headmaster do all day?"

"The Headmaster or Headmistress oversees the entire school. Ensuring the wellbeing of the students and staff, and that all the classes we teach follow their course throughout the year." A simple and straightforward answer, one that Andromeda knew her daughter could understand, but it did nothing to prepare her for what the girl would say next.

"Sounds rather boring." As Andromeda was taken aback from the outright bluntness of her little girl's remark, both Ted and Dumbledore chuckled. She felt the need to down her entire cup of tea, and she would have if it wasn't still simmering. This was quite the first impression their daughter was making for herself.

"Indeed," replied Dumbledore becoming seemingly wistful at the thought of his current and previous post at Hogwarts. "it can be rather dull most days and I admit there are times where I miss teaching students myself. But ensuring that every student has the most prosperous year is a charge I've found most rewarding."

Her old Professor's words had their own magic to them. Not just in how he said them, but in how sincere he was when he spoke. There was little doubt in Andromeda that the man before her found no greater joy in life than seeing the next generation of wizards and witches reach their full potential. She and Ted were truly fortunate to have hand such a teacher, just as Nymphadora would be in three short years. However, the heartwarming moment seemed to pass as a look of reluctant urgency haunted Dumbledore's wrinkled brow.

"Ms. Tonks," the old wizard asked gently, taking Andromeda and her husband completely by surprise when they realized he was addressing their eight-year-old girl and not her. "if by your leave, might I have a private word with your parents to discuss something of great importance. It would only take a few moments."

Nymphadora seemed just as perplexed as they were, having never been called that nor put in the position of giving them consent to have an 'adult' conversation. It was odd, yet charming. To not disregard her presence simply because she was a child, it left Andromeda wishing someone had done the same in her youth. When her daughter turned to her, looking to see if this really was her decision, all she could do was smile and nod.

A bit nervous Nymphadora thought it over before giving her answer. "I suppose you can… but you'll tell me what it was you talked about after, won't you?" That last part was directed more at her father, the two did share everything with each other. After exchanging looks, they both promised to share whatever she needed to know once they were finished. Having their word was enough for Dora to head up to her room with a smile.

Turning their attention away from their daughter's fading steps, the couple noticed the solemn look in Dumbledore's eyes. "Has something happened to Ms. Welks?" offered Ted, hoping it wasn't the case, as neither of them wanted to explain to their daughter if something had bad happened to her tutor.

"No, Ms. Welks is fine." reassured Dumbledore, gently placing his cup back onto the tray before meeting their gaze again. "I'm afraid it is of a much more personal matter to you Andromeda."

It didn't even take her a minute to realize as to what, or more accurately who, the older wizard was referring to. "This is about Bellatrix, isn't it? Professor, as far as she's concerned, I stopped being her sister the moment I married Ted. Besides, she's being sent to Azkaban and that will be the end of it." She knew how cold it made her sound saying the words aloud, but it was the reality of things. Her sister had made her choice following You-Know Who, now she'd have to live with the consequences.

"It is true, Andromeda, your sister is indeed on her way to Azkaban even as we speak, but what brought me here tonight is what was discovered after her trial" The former Black could hardly imagine what the professor was getting at, had Bellatrix done something else, if so, why even bring it here to her attention? Surely, the Ministry could resolve whatever it was without her getting involved.

When he continued, Dumbledore slowly explained that the Department of Magical Law Enforcement had granted the Auror's Office leave to search the Lestrange Estate and confiscate any dark relics or information pertaining to their fellow Death Eaters. Unfortunately, they found very little within the reputed Lestrange Manor. What they did find was enough to make an inquiry here or there, but a great deal was left to be desired in the Ministry's eyes.

"There was something else," stated Dumbledore taking a long pause to consider his next words carefully. "Something no one expected to find."

"What was it?" asked Ted now sitting at the edge of his seat. Even she was wondering what the Aurors could have possibly found in Bellatrix's home that could surprise them, them of all people.

"A young girl, Lyra Adalene Lestrange… Rodolphus and Bellatrix's only child and heir." Andromeda was stunned, the words coming from her teacher's mouth made no sense. The very notion of Bellatrix having a child… never in a thousand years would she have thought the notion possible. She'd sooner believe that her sister had stolen the child from some helpless victim of hers.

Ted was hardly any better, he just sat there with bewildered eyes staring at their guest. Out there now, was the child of perhaps the most dangerous witch in modern times… her niece. Even when the shock finally wore off and Andromeda found her voice, it was little more than a whisper. "Is she… I mean… Are you sure?"

There was no doubt in Dumbledore's eyes when he answered. "The Lestrange house elf, Dingle, confirmed it. He told the Aurors that she had been born on the eighteenth of last August within the Manor. Her birth was kept secret of course, as the Ministry has no record of her whatsoever…" The rest fell on deaf ears, Andromeda's attention was fixed on the image forming in her mind about the girl and what she looked like.

An old family portrait came to mind, one of her parents along with her and her sisters standing in front of them from eldest to youngest. Even at a young age it was clear that Bellatrix possessed all the traits of the Black family. Long, thick, shiny, dark hair; skin pale as the moon, a strong jaw, and full eyelashes. She could only imagine that her… niece had inherited the same beauty. Andromeda wasn't sure if the notion was comforting or not, she wasn't sure how she was supposed to feel about any of this.

It was only when her husband took her hand in his and gently squeezed that she realized he said something. "I'm sorry, what did you say?" Looking to both Ted and the professor, she couldn't help but notice the understanding looks in their eyes. Ted's grasp remained firm yet gentle as his thumb caressed her skin.

"Professor Dumbledore was explaining that through Kingsley and Mad-Eye he's learned that the Ministry intends to hold a hearing to decide who'll have custody of the girl." Offered Ted, bringing her up to speed on what she had been dazed out for. From that Andromeda was beginning to understand why Dumbledore had shown up on their doorstep. But she still needed to hear it from the man himself.

Her old teacher seemed to know what she was thinking, as he finished his the last of his tea and confirmed what she suspected. "Most consider the hearing a formality, given that Narcissa and her husband Lucius have already made their claim as Lyra's guardians, and being so closely related the court is likely to side with them. That is unless another blood relative makes a claim."

"Unless I make a claim, you mean?" Questioned Andromeda, her voice sharper than what she intended. Dumbledore was many great things and always had a good reason behind everything he did, but this felt like an invasion into her life. Showing up here with this world-shattering revelation and expecting her to just go along with it, despite how it might for4ver affect her family. It was borderline madness.

Sensing her reservation and uncertainty, Dumbledore spoke, his voice still so calm yet urgent at the same time. "How this child is raised and by whom may determine the course of her life. I know this isn't an easy request, but regardless of the past wrongs done to you by your family, this child is still of your blood and in need of a loving home. One built by those who'll see her as a person and not something to be molded to suit their needs. The choice is yours, Andromeda. Yours and Edwards' to refuse or accept as you see fit. All I ask is that you consider it."

Again, Andromeda didn't know what to say. The professor's words were very compelling, but this was about welcoming another child into their home. Were they truly up for that responsibility? She and Ted hadn't planned on having any more of their own, quite content with the way things were with the miraculous child they already had. "We'll… We'll discuss it," answered Ted, his voice shaky and somewhat confounded by everything.

"Thank you, now I'm afraid I've other matters to attend too. Please send word of your decision as soon as possible, the hearing will take place in three weeks' time. And give my regards to young Ms. Tonks for me, I can tell she'll be a particularly unconventional student at Hogwarts." Seeing their impromptu guest out, the couple could only watch as Dumbledore apparated away, leaving them to discuss everything they had learned and what they were to do with it. Or at least tried to, neither of them knew where to begin. Andromeda distracted herself by refolding the same sheets from before.

"Well, that was quite a visit, wasn't it love? It's not often you learn that you have a niece and that you might be her guardian all in one sitting." Joked Ted, trying to ease the palpable tension in the room. Although Andromeda knew he meant well, the look she gave him made it clear this was hardly the time for humor. "Sorry, I'm still just trying to wrap my head around everything. The thought of Bellatrix being a mother- "

"Is almost straight out of a nightmare," finished Andromeda, placing the towels back down on the couch, now uneven and creased with wrinkles. Recalling their shared youth, Bellatrix had made it clear that children were not part her vision of the future and given what she turned into, Andromeda believed it would have been for the best if she hadn't. Yet here they were, faced with the prospect of raising her child while she rotted away in prison. "But it doesn't have to be 'our' nightmare."

The words were hardly more than a whisper when they left her lips, yet they left a profound silence between the two of them. Her husband's disbelief was evident in his voice as he answered. "Dromeda, you can't mean that."

"Why not?" she almost pleaded as she turned to face him. After all, Dumbledore only asked them to consider making a claim, they were not obligated to get involved. "We've managed to stay out of the madness caused by my family and You-Know-Who. Why should we drag ourselves into it now?"

"Darling, he's gone- "

"He is, but his followers aren't, Ted! Some of them are still out there and you want us to make an enemy of one." She was of course referring to her own brother-in-law, Lucius Malfoy. The silver-tongued devil who managed to convince the Ministry of his "innocence" and retain the same influence his family has held for centuries. His pull within the Ministry and knowledge of the Dark Arts made him a dangerous man to cross. If they provoked Lucius, he would ruin their lives. Andromeda could feel her fears taking hold of her, driving her to protect her family against the potential danger. There was something else as well, something she didn't want to admit.

In the back corner of her mind, the troubled witch couldn't help worrying that Lyra would be her mother's daughter. Cruel, violent, and a danger to everyone she held most dear. It was as irrational as it was unfair, assuming the worst of a child simply because of who her mother was, but the danger existed. Especially considering her old family's practices of maintaining blood purity. Many of her close and distant relations had suffered the consequences of the generational inbreeding. Resulting in poor health, still-born children, and in her sister's case madness. How could they be certain that Lyra wouldn't exhibit the same affliction.

"Andromeda," replied Ted soothingly, placing his hands on her shoulders, meeting her worried gaze with such reassuring warmth. "I know your scared, so am I, but we can't let it rule our lives, not now, not when there's a reason to hope for the future. Nor can we let it cloud what's right in front us. Right now, there's a little girl, who by no fault of her own was born into a questionable family, all alone in the world and in need of compassion. Not unlike someone else I knew all those years ago."

How was it that his slightest touch and soft voice could sooth her deepest fears and worries. Truly, this was a kind of magic that was simply beyond comprehension. Enveloping into his arms, Andromeda held her husband tightly and listened to the steady beat of his kind heart. She considered his words and what Dumbledore said earlier, but it was what her beloved said next that settled the matter.

"Dromeda, if something happened to us… would you want our Dora to be raised by the Malfoys?" The notion was as profound as a troll's stench. She would rather face a hundred dragons than see her daughter endure the same upbringing she had as a child. The life of a gilded cage, where everything one received could be taken away if they failed to meet the expectations placed on them. A cold, lonely, and often abusive life, one she wouldn't wish for any child. Letting out a weary sigh, she guessed this meant they'd made their decision. It still didn't make it any easier though.

A loud crash from upstairs drew their attention away and reminded them that this decision would affect someone else as well. "I'll take this one, love."

"No, we'll go together, it would be better if she hears this from both of us." And so, the pair made their way up to share the monumental news with their daughter. Halfway up the stairs Andromeda stopped, wondering how her daughter would take to learning that she had a cousin, one who might be living with them, if everything went accordingly to Dumbledore's plan. Again, her previous fears started to creep into her heart… that is until a new image began to form in her mind. A small smile managed to pull at the corner of her lips at the thought of Nymphadora being an older sister to Lyra, just as Bellatrix had for her and she had been to Narcissa. Leading her into mischief and being there for the girl when she needed her most.

From that perspective, it could almost be seen as fate giving Andromeda a chance to save even a fragment of the bond that once existed between her and her sisters. Maybe, just maybe, it would prove that the descendants of the house of Black could be an actual family and not consumed by contempt or pettiness.

000

Several weeks later… London, Ministry of Magic, Courtroom Ten

Tense was the only word that could describe what Andromeda and her husband were feeling as they stood before the assembling court. This was the first time either of them had ever been inside the ministry itself, which only made their extraordinary situation even more overwhelming. This was not a full court hearing; those were reserved for criminal cases and matters of state. Custody cases were only presided over by fifteen judges, but that was still enough to make Andromeda nervous. It wasn't until the newly appointed Head of Magical Law Enforcement, Madam Amelia Bones, took her seat in the center of the front row that the proceedings began.

When the senior member of court spoke, her voice was clear and firm, "The court hearing in the matter of custody for the child, Lyra Adaline Lestrange, is now in session. For the court records, may the claimants step forward and state their names and relation to the girl in question."

"Lucius Malfoy, the child's uncle through marriage to her aunt Narcissa."

"Andromeda Tonks, her biological aunt, and my husband Edward," Even though her heart was racing, Andromeda managed to keep an even tone as she spoke the words. Yet, when the Chief Warlock, began addressing the procedures of the case at hand, the anxious witch stole a glaze at her counterpart, standing a mere ten feet away from them. The sight before her was almost fit for a master painting.

True to form, Malfoy was dressed in the finest black robes, adorned in a matching cloak embroidered in silver, and firmly in hand was his finely crafted walking stick topped with a distinguished silver snake head and its emerald set eyes. His posture and demeanor exemplified pride and dignity, a true aristocrat. In comparison she and Ted, while well-dressed and appropriate, appeared unimpressive, something that some of the judges gave voice to with their piercing gaze.

Andromeda knew from the start this wouldn't be easy. Lucius' appearance, political standing, and absurd wealth certainly made him appear the most logical choice for Lyra's legal guardian. The only thing missing from this perfect image was his loving and devoted wife… her sister, Narcissa. She wasn't the only one to notice her estranged sibling's absence either.

"Mr. Malfoy," began Madam Bones, looking down from her high seat, her expression was firm yet unreadable. "May I ask where your wife is at this moment? I was under the impression she would be in attendance, given we're here to decide the wellbeing of her own niece."

Malfoy didn't lose a beat in answering the judge's question, it was almost as if he had rehearsed it a hundred times before entering the courtroom. "My wife had every intention of being present for the entirety of these proceedings, but our own son has come down with a fever and she couldn't bear the thought of leaving his side during this time. Just as any good and loving mother would." Madam Bones and the rest of the court seemed to find his response acceptable, with a handful murmuring and nodding their heads.

Seeing the satisfied smirk settle in the corner of his lips, made Andromeda wonder Lucius' story was true or simply a ploy to win over more of the judges. With that in mind, she couldn't help but wonder if Narcissa's absence was because of her. She remembered how her little sister had refused to speak or even look at her the day she left their childhood home for the last time. For the first few years, Andromeda had tried sending owls to her little Cissy, to try and salvage their bond to each other, but none ever returned with an answer. It would seem Narcissa's feelings hadn't changed after all these years.

"Mr. and Mrs. Tonks," asked an older judge with a well-trimmed greying beard, directing their attention to the back end of the court. "Our records indicate you have a child as well, an Nymphadora Tonks, yes? Whose care is she in now while you petition for your niece?"

"She is with my parents, in Greenwich, your honor." replied Ted, his voice slightly more respectful than his usual laxed and friendly tone. This was the tone he used when addresses his superiors at St. Mungo's, she'd only heard it firsthand at the Christmas parties hosted by the hospital. Not that the inquiring judge took any notice of it, his mind was set on something else entirely.

"Yes, your parents are muggles, are they not? Tell me, is it not irresponsible to place your metamorphmagus child in the care of a non-magical couple, living within a non-magical community. I mean the danger posed by such an arrangement, not only for the child, but for our community as well. How could they even comprehend the child's ability, let alone hide it from the rest of their kind?" It was becoming painfully clear to Andromeda who's side this judge favored in the court procession; With only a few questions the speaking judge had begun depicting them as being too reckless with their own child wellbeing to be trusted with another. The mere implication sent a burning anger in her veins, and she wasn't the only one.

"Their kind," fixated Ted, his hands clutched into fists at his side as the due respect faded from his voice. "My parents have kept the secrecy of the wizarding world safe since the moment I first discovered magic and began my schooling. There is no one else in the world I'd trust more with my daughter's wellbeing than them."

"And we spent the better part of last night explaining to Nymphadora the importance of refraining from using her abilities, least while she stays with her grandparents." Interjected Andromeda, hoping to defuse the situation before her husband's temper antagonized all the judges. While always good-natured and willing to turn the cheek to any snide remark about him, he simply couldn't abide anyone disparaging his parents.

Madam Bones must have recognized that as well for she called for the court to proceed, finding their answer acceptable. Various things were discussed regarding whether either party had any knowledge of the child's existence beforehand and withheld it from the Ministry; when and how they made aware of their would-be charge, and finally their means of providing care for her.

"Mrs. Tonks," inquired Madam Bones, fixating her even gaze upon Andromeda. 'Your husband work as a healer at St. Mungo's, correct? Just as you did before you handed in your resignation several years ago. Please state for the record your former responsibilities and the reason the departed from St. Mungo's."

"I worked in the hospital's acquisition office, procuring raw materials for potions, and older texts regarding more persistent curses. I left after we had Nymphadora, I felt it would be better if she had one of us care for her full time, especially after her ability manifested." She could she the murmuring amongst themselves, it was rather annoying having every spoken word of hers scrutinized, but she understood why. If it was her child whose fate they were deciding, she'd what everything to be examined thoroughly as well.

"Do you still believe that your husband's earnings alone will be enough to support a second child." A fair question, if not laced with condescendence from the same judge as before. Thankfully, they had a well-prepared answer for that one.

"My husband and I have discussed that at great length, if needed I would return to my old position with St. Mungo's, who've already expressed their eagerness to have me back. Mrs. Williams, the head of the office has even offered more lenient schedule to accommodate us."

"Oh, that is all well and good," scoffed Lucius, stepping forward garnering the court's attention, before turning his condescending gaze upon the couple. "To strain yourselves so dearly for a child you've never met before, just to provide her with a mundane existence. Truly a heart-warming sentiment… unless of course, you had other motives for seeking custody of the heiress to the Lestrange family."

While his words were directed more towards the judges, Andromeda could still feel the sting of the insinuation. The witch's jaw clenched tightly as her husband returned Malfoy's gaze, his tone betraying his own growing anger. "And what are you getting at Malfoy?"

"I cannot be the only one to find it rather suspect that the woman who broke ties with her own family, suddenly finds in her heart to take an interest in the wellbeing of her sister child… the child that stands to inherit a fortune, I might add, when she comes of age." Lucius' words lit a raging fire within Andromeda's chest, the murmuring of the judges was lost on her completely as she glared daggers at her opponent. The man who had the audacity to paint her as the disreputable relative who would take advantage of a child for her own ends. It simply couldn't stand.

"My family," began Andromeda through gritted teeth, now facing their legal adversary with utter resolution. "Disowned me because I would not discard the only man I've ever truly loved, just to uphold their twisted traditions. It was my sisters who said I was dead in their eyes, for turning my back on the hateful beliefs our parents forced upon us. The same beliefs that led my sister to her fate and were the cause of all the suffering the Wizarding World endured at the hands of You-Know-Who!"

Taking a breath, Andromeda wasn't sure what she expected Lucius reaction to her outburst to be. Surprise maybe; indignation, or perhaps anger, but not what she saw. With steely cold eyes, Malfoy began to smirk at her. "I see… so perhaps you're not after the girl's inheritance after all. Perhaps you're merely content with spiting Bellatrix and breaking Narcissa's heart in a coarse display of pettiness."

"Enough," dictated Madam Bones, before tempers could escalate further. "This hearing will have order." Her stern gaze on both parties left little doubt she was not to be test, that she wouldn't familial animosity hinder her case. "Mr. Malfoy, may I remind you, that as the other claimant in this proceeding, you have the right to question your opponents regarding their ability to provide care and safety for the child in question, not to insult them."

Her brother-in-law made his apology to the court, but Andromeda could see that Madam Bones wasn't taken in by his silver words. She couldn't help the slight grin that graced her features at the sight, it was comfort to know that at least one of the judges wasn't in his pocket, and the presiding interrogator no less. It was enough to renew the hope of winning this case. Shuffling through her papers Madam Bones directed her next question towards Lucius, regarding his swift claim for guardianship for Lyra.

"Mr. Malfoy, our records show that on the night of the raid on the Lestrange estate in which the child was discovered, you petitioned for custody of the girl not three hours after the event, before we could send word to you. If you had no knowledge of your niece's existence, as you previously stated, how is it you happened to be on site?"

"Pure coincidence as it were," replied Lucius casually, his confidence in himself was so palpable, it made Andromeda want to gage herself. The desire only grew when he continued his story. "I was meeting with Cornelius Fudge, head of the Magical Accidents and Catastrophes Department, regarding a generous donation my family would be making towards the widows and orphans who suffered during the dark days. That was when one of his underlings arrived with the news of Lyra's… rescue."

'More likely he hoped to buy his way out of trouble if the Aurors discovered anything that implicated him,' thought Andromeda, completely bewildered by how the court was taken in by this sanctimonious tale. Anyone who truly knew the kind man Lucius was, knew that compassion and generosity were not in his nature. Any 'donations' he made were simply self-serving, either to improve his standing or garner further sway in the Ministry.

"If by the court's lenience," began Lucius, trying another approach to get what he wanted from the court. "May I inquire what interest does Dumbledore have in this private family affair? Is he no longer content with teaching our children? Now he must take it upon himself to decide who's fit to raise them, even if it means manipulating the integrity of the Ministry for his own ends."

Biting her lip, Andromeda admitted how unusual this all was, for a wizard of no relation to take such an interest in the upbringing of another's child… it wasn't commonplace. There was a unspoken tradition within the wizarding community, particularly the old families, of not meddling in one's personal matters. Then again, Dumbledore always valued what was right over what was traditional. It's what made so many wizards and witches from across the world either admire or detest him.

It was her husband who spoke up, defending their former headmaster. "I would hope that any decent human being would intervene, less an innocent child fall into the hands of a Death Eater!" Taking hold of her beloved's arm, Andromeda tried to calm him, before he could say anything more. While his intentions were good, his little outburst did not help them. As several judges began to squabble amongst themselves regarding the validity of her husband's claim.

Amongst the heated babble, Andromeda could only discern a handful of words over Madam Bones' gavel, echoing throughout the chamber. Things like slander, validation, and lunacy, rang in her ears while everything else was lost in the madness. It wasn't until order returned to the court members that Malfoy's most vocal supporter, rose from his seat, and addressed the others. "Such slander, Mr. Malfoy has been cleared of all charges by a full assembly, as his actions were the result of being under the influence of the Imperius curse. The Malfoy family has always been a pillar in the Wizarding Community and Lucius has always upheld that good standing."

"Indeed," replied Madam Bones, garnering all their attention, a hint of dread creeping into Andromeda's chest, that is until the witch spoke again. "Mr. Malfoy was cleared of the charges, and his family has always held the respect of our community, but his close association with both acquitted and convicted members of You-Know-Who's inner circle, leaves a great deal in question."

For a moment Lucius was taken aback by the remark, and in that instant, his mask began to slip. Andromeda caught a glimpse of the cold and harsh look in his eyes, fixated on the witch sitting before them, one that questioned who this woman was standing in the way of his goal. But as swiftly as the look appeared it vanished, replaced again with the face of civility. "Madam Bones, I assure you, my loyalty and faith has always been with the Ministry and the ideals that it stands for. The actions of a few extremists that came from a similar upbringing as my own, should not cloud what is before this court. If placed in our care, the Lestrange child would have the finest of everything, and be raised to exemplify the dignity of her name."

As Malfoy's final words settled into the minds of those listening, Andromeda felt as though the chances of winning begin to slip away, as various court members looked to each other, whispering god knows what. With every passing moment it become painstakingly clear that what they said next would absolutely be vital, if they were to give Lyra the chance at a better life.

'A better life,' she thought amusedly, the notion of a modest upbringing being preferrable to a life of luxury… the irony of it wasn't lost on her. Not that she could blame anyone for believing otherwise, given the daily struggles they faced everyday who wouldn't want the comfort of security wealth brought, but like anything else there was a darkness to it as well. If one wasn't careful, they would be swallowed by the arrogance, greed, and bitterness, that seemingly came hand in hand with aristocracy. If she could spare the child from that then she would.

So, when asked if she had anything to say on their part, Andromeda stepped forward, her hand slowly slipping out of the reassuring grip of her husband and spoke from her heart. "We can't make the same promise to provide Lyra with the finest luxuries or shower her with gifts beyond her wildest dreams. All that we can promise is that we would give her what she truly needs. A home where she would know unconditional love and a family."

The eyes of the whole court were on her as she continued, yet with every word she spoke Andromeda felt a growing sense of confidence and conviction. "I'm not foolish enough to believe that it will be easy, but no matter what others might say or think of her, Lyra will always find acceptance with us. We'll strive to teach her to recognize right from wrong, just as we have with our own daughter. It is also my hope that when the time comes for her to decide her own path in life, whatever it may be, that she won't be hindered by her parent's legacy and can hold her head up proudly in our world."

A profound silence followed; Andromeda wasn't sure what they made of her little speech. She suddenly felt how fast her heart was beating, anxious to know whether her words had fallen on deaf ears or not. It wasn't until Madam Bones called for the vote that her heart stopped, her hands tightening around her husband's, as the court gave their answer.

"Those in favor of the Malfoys," inquired the Chief Warlock, looking over towards his fellow members. Naturally the wizard from before was among the first to raise his hand, and six others followed suit. Her brother-in-law took in his supporters, a satisfied smile gracing his face, until his eyes settled on a portly little wizard. Seeing Lucius' gaze on him, the man lowered his gaze with a slight tremble in his hands.

Andromeda's heart was racing, They were only one vote away from winning or losing the case, and as the judge's resolve began to waver under the scrutinous gaze of the dark wizard before, it looked as though their efforts would be for nothing. Until Madam Bones spoke again, having followed Lucius' gaze towards the man in question. "Bernard are you well."

The man looked once more at Lucius before answering, his voice uncertain, "I… I feel out of sorts."

"Can you proceed?" Even though there wasn't any judgement or disappointment in Amelia's voice, the question loomed over everyone. If the man recused himself now, a continuance would be put into effect until another member of Wizengamot could be assigned, giving her brother-in-law even more time to ensure his victory. Just as Andromeda thought it was over the man looked at her and Ted. She could see the fear and shame in his eyes, and she understood why. Spending her formative in the company of practitioners of the Dark Arts, the young woman how tentative it was to cross them. Yet, her eyes silently pleaded with him, hoping his sense of compassion would give him the courage to remain.

Taking a breath, the judge looked over to Madam Bones and gave his answer. "I can."

Although his voice was faint and fearful, those two words gave Andromeda new hope. Even more so when Madam Bones called for those who favored their claim, of whom she was chief among them. As the remaining eight hands rose into the air, Andromeda let out a sigh of relief she didn't even know she was holding. Ted's arm wrapped around her as they silently gave thanks that they had done.

After weeks of worrying and dreading what would happen, Andromeda finally felt a sense of serenity, but that serenity was sort lived. As she felt the piercing gaze of Lucius upon her and her husband, his cold blue eyes never wavering like a serpent starring at its prey. It was clear that the dark wizard would not forget this day, for not only had he been openly opposed, but thwarted in achieving his goal. The young witch knew she had indeed made an enemy this day, one that she hadn't seen the last of.

Turning away from her brother-in-law's domineering presence, Andromeda turned her attention to the Ministry Aid that offered to show them where Lyra was being kept. As they passed down the hall and towards the lift, she suddenly felt a growing sense of excitement and worry within her chest, it was something she hadn't felt since she and Ted first learned that they would be having Nymphadora. While the circumstances were quite different, it didn't change the fact that a new family member was about to come into their lives. It truly was a profound and terrifying notion.

Andromeda could feel her free hand trembling at her side. Ted was hardly any better, as they stood within the lift awaiting the right floor, he kept rummaging through his coat as if he had misplaced something of great importance, which under normal circumstances wouldn't have been a far stretch, but since this day was so important, she had taken charge of everything they would have need. All neatly tucked away in her handbag… at least she hoped so. The only thing that kept the woman from turning it out right there was the sudden jerk from the lift, having reached their intended floor.

"Level Two, Department of Magical law Enforcement, including the Office of Improper Use of Magic, Auror Headquarters, and Wizengamot Administration Services." Stated a cool woman's voice, unsettling Andromeda as it seemed to come from right next to her even though there wasn't anyone there.

When Ted asked why the girl was being housed on this floor particularly, the Aid merely stated that the Minister and Head of the Aurors agreed that it was best that the child remain somewhere safe until the appointed guardians could take custody of her. The idea was reasonable enough, though Andromeda's attentions were more focused on the door that now loomed ahead of them. As the Aid reached to open it, a flutter of nervous energy went through the woman's heart, despite her best attempts to remain calm.

'For pity's sake,' she thought scolding herself. It wasn't as if a manticore was waiting on the other side of the door, it was just a child… the child they would be taking care of now. When the Ministry worker opened the door, whatever self-doubts that were about to parade through her mind simply ceased, so transfixed by the sight before her, Andromeda could hardly breathe let alone think.

In the center of the office, that had obviously been rearranged to accommodate the needs of a young child, sat an adorable little girl with tufts of coal black hair, playfully reaching up to grab a floating ball hovering above her head. Beside her stood a house-elf, dressed in what could only be a pillowcase, tentatively levitating the ball just out of Lyra's reach with every attempt she made to grab it, much to the girl's amusement. Fits of giggles and squeals of joy erupted from the girl, making both the elf and the couple smile uncontrollably.

The happy sight was cut short when the door closed behind the pair, startling the elf where he stood, causing the ball to fall and bounce off the floor and away from the girl. It was only when the ball stopped at Ted's feet that Andromeda noticed their niece's attention had shifted towards them, and the child's reaction wasn't something she had expected.

"Mama," she cried, excitedly waving her arms around, before lifting herself up and toddling towards them as fast as her little legs could carry her. When she reached Andromeda, the girl collided with her leg and held on tightly. Her grip was that of an enthusiastic child that hadn't seen her parent for a great length in time. Yet, even with her arms firmly wrapped around the woman she mistook for her mother, it wasn't enough for the girl. She wanted to be held, her tiny little hands reached up and beckoned her to do so.

At first, she was too shocked by what the girl had called her to comply, but as Lyra grew fussier with every moment she wasn't being held, the uncertain witch tenuously knelt and slowly picked her up. Although slightly awkward at first, from being both shocked and out of practice, she quickly gained a firm yet gentle hold on her niece.

"Mama," Lyra squealed again. "Miss mama." It was heartbreaking to hear those words and knowing she would have to set the girl straight. But how could anyone explain all of this to a child that was so young. To explain who she really was and worse yet why she'll never see her real mother ever again. Looking towards her husband for any support he could offer, but all he could do was urge her to tell the truth as best she could.

"No, sweety," Andromeda began, her voice as gentle and soothing as it had been when Nymphadora was no older than the girl in her arms. "I'm your Auntie Ann. Can you say Ann."

At first Lyra seemed unsure, unfamiliar with the voice of the person who resembled her mother so much, but slowly recited the name said to her. "Ann. Where mama?"

"Your mama can't be here now. That's… that's why your uncle Ted and I are here, to take care of you while she's gone." Gesturing for him come over and introduce himself, Andromeda hoped Lyra wouldn't shy away from Ted. As he slowly made his way over the girl finally took notice of him, thankfully she seemed more curious than afraid, as she tilted her head to the side to get a better look at him. Curiosity gave way to laughter as Ted immediately took up the role of the jester and gave the most exaggerated bow she had ever seen in her life.

After a few more antics like that, Andromeda was able to hand off Lyra to her husband as the two took an immediate liking to one another. This gave her a moment to discuss with the aid what needed to be signed to finalize everything. When the man left to bring a goblin Representative from Gringotts to discuss the legalities of Lyra's inheritance, the witch noticed the house elf standing off in the corner, watching them with a solemn smile.

It had been many years since Andromeda had spoken to an elf, that is if you considered giving out instructions an actual conversation. Her parents had always imposed that house elves were servants to be ordered about, not friends to associate or converse with. How her father would turn in his grave if he could see what she was about to do. "I'm sorry, we didn't get a chance to properly introduce ourselves. I'm Andromeda and you are?"

"Dingle," replied the short, floppy-eared being, in a high squeaky voice. "If it pleases you ma'am, house elf to the Mistress' family."

"It is a pleasure, Dingle. You've watched over Lyra very diligently, haven't you?" It less of a question and more of a statement, but it was enough to make the elf blush.

Looking over at the laughing child in Ted's arms, Dingle smiled before letting out a small, contented sigh. "Dingle has watched over the young mistress since she was born… She's such a sweet thing and has grown so much since the Master and Mistress Lestrange left."

At the mention of Lyra's parents there was an undeniable flicker of fear in Dingle's eyes. Knowing her sister and the man she married, Andromeda couldn't begin to imagine the torment and abuse this loyal creature had endured in service to them. The sorrow in her heart only worsened at the thought of that innocent child being raised to be just as cruel and uncaring as her parents.

"Forgive Dingle, ma'am. But Dingle would ask that you take good care of the mistress. Dingle cannot do so anymore. Dingle must stay at the manor and tend to it until the mistress can return. She will return, won't she?" The pleading look in the elf's eyes, moved Andromeda prompting her to do something unexpected, as she knelt and placed a gentle hand on his shoulder. It was plain to see that Dingle was unaccustomed to such compassion from a grown witch before as he stiffened at her touch. Yet as the moment passed, he grew more at ease.

"We will," Andromeda said reassuringly. "And I imagine that one day she'll return to the manor, but what she does with it and the rest of her inheritance will be up to her. I just hope by then she'll have wisdom to use it well and the heart to be a better person than all of her predecessors. Perhaps she'll be first Lestrange to be deserving of the respect her family has been afforded over the centuries."

Dingle took a shaky breath before meeting Andromeda's gaze. "Dingle would like that ma'am. Dingle would like that very much." Breaking their small embrace both the witch and house elf looked upon Lyra, whose heavy eyes began to close as her head lay against Ted's shoulder. As the girl drifted off into the world of dreams, neither of them saw the heir to a family of Death Eaters, instead they saw a child with untold promise and if the fates were kind, a great future lying in wait.

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Well, that is the first chapter. Hope it was believable and before anyone asks, I'm not sure how long until the next comes up. I have another story that I've neglected for some time now. Please like, review, and remember any constructive criticism is welcome. Let me know what worked what didn't so that I can improve. Best wishes to everyone who enjoyed it.