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Lysandra coughed the soot out her mouth as she once again picked herself off the floor after the worst method of travel wizards and witches had ever , she hated travelling by Floo Powder, but she couldn't risk apparating again for fear of reopening her wound.

"Lysandra, we need to talk." The voice of her friend jolted her out of her thoughts. Looking up into Draco's eyes, she brushed off the remaining soot from her clothes, realizing she was still wearing her nightgown. She didn't care, though; he was like a brother to her, and they were close enough that he had seen her dressed like this before—especially when she'd snuck into the Slytherin common room to cuddle with him during her nightmares.

Then it hit her: he had called her Lysandra. He never used her full name; it was always "Andy" in jest, a teasing nickname that had somehow stuck. She had grown fond of it after discovering her aunt was named the same. Uncle Padfoot had introduced them, and they had hit it off from the start. Lysandra loved her aunt, who treated her as if she were her own daughter—so different from her other aunt, who would rather see her dead.

"What is it, Dray? What's wrong?" she asked, her concern growing.

"I... Uh... Well... I don't know how to tell you this," Draco said, actual tears welling in his eyes as he looked at her sadly.

"Dray, you're scaring me. What's wrong?" she pressed, stepping closer.

Draco took a deep breath, closing his eyes as he uttered, "Andy's dead."

Lysandra staggered back in shock, stumbling slightly before Draco steadied her. He forced himself to look into her eyes, nearly wincing at the pain he saw reflected there.

"What?" she breathed, disbelief washing over her. She couldn't lose Andy too; it wasn't fair. She was still reeling from everyone else who had been taken from her. How could she possibly accept the fact that she had lost someone who had been more than a mother to her?

She cared for Molly, but she could never think of her that way—too overbearing and suffocating after the life she had lived. Andy was different; she understood Lysandra like no one else, not even Uncle Padfoot. There were some things a girl just couldn't share with a guy, which was why she had a mother and a father. She lacked both, but found them in her Uncle Padfoot and Aunt Andy. Now, fate had decided to take them away as well.

She didn't even have her Uncle Sev or Uncle Moony anymore, or Theo, or even Fred, people she used to go to when she just needed to talk. George was still alive but she refused to go to him with any of her problems, he had more than enough to deal with she had other friends, none could compare to the love only her family could provide with Uncle Padfoot's humor, Uncle Moony's wise counsel, Aunt Andy's understanding, Uncle Sev's calm demeanor that always made her believe everything was okay, Theo's unwavering support through many dark times and his always open arms no matter the situation, and then Fred and George, with their back and forth banter that brought a smile to her face no matter what situation they had gotten themselves in.

But all that was gone now, they were all gone, George may be alive but was he really? Losing his other half, what could that do to a person? Never hearing his voice again, never having him finish his sentences, never having that someone that knew you so well they knew exactly what you were thinking and feeling without you having to say anything. She knew that loss, she understood in some way, but she could never even begin to comprehend losing a twin, a bond stronger than any other.

And yet losing a mother after already having done so hurt worse than anything, Andy had loved her like her own and now she was gone, The first tear fell down from her lash, then the second, then the third and then there was no stopping the flood as she cried, the pain too much to keep inside this time.

Draco pulled her into a gentle embrace, trying to calm her, but nothing seemed to work. She sobbed harder, and a tear slipped from his eye as he listened helplessly to her heartbroken cries.

He didn't notice Narcissa standing by the doorway, her own eyes filled with tears as she watched the two of them in sorrow. She stepped forward, placing a hand on Lysandra's shoulder. The girl flinched slightly before looking up with red-rimmed, broken eyes. Narcissa felt her heart melt as she pulled Lysandra into a motherly hug.

"Shh, child. It's going to be okay. Everything's going to be okay," Narcissa whispered, stroking the girl's hair.

"Nothing's okay. None of this is okay," Lysandra replied in a broken voice.

"No, but it is what it is," Narcissa said, a tear slipping from her eye as she mourned the loss of her sister. She wished she had spent more time with Andy, that her sister hadn't left this world believing she hated her - when that was anything but the truth.

"Wait, where's Teddy? Where's my Godson?" Lysandra demanded after a while of getting everything out. Narcissa had just held her as she did so, not saying anything just letting her get it out and she really appreciated it and Draco's comforting presence next to her.

"He's upstairs, we didn't know where else to take him, he doesn't exactly have anywhere else to go," Draco said thinking about his little cousin.(I'm not sure Teddy is his cousin so do correct me in the comments if I am wrong)

"I need to see him," Lysandra said urgently. Teddy was the only piece she had left of Uncle Moony. He had entrusted Teddy to her when he named her godmother, and she wouldn't go back on that promise.

"Sure, I'll take you. Just give me a moment; I need to grab his feeder, which I was going to get before you came—ungracefully, as usual," Draco teased, trying to lighten her mood. He felt satisfied when a faint smile returned to her lips before he walked away.

Lysandra turned to Draco's mother, gratitude flooding her as she said, "Thank you, Mrs. Malfoy, for... you know..."

"Call me Narcissa, dear. Or Cissa," she replied with a warm smile.

"Cissa it is, then. You can call me whatever you like," Lysandra said, her smile fading as tears clouded her vision. "How did she... how did she die?"

"When she found about her daughter and son-in-law's deaths, she just couldn't take the news, it was all too much for her and her age didn't help at all. She had a shock-induced heart attack and she never woke up," Narcissa explained swallowing down the pain she felt at having to say what had happened.

Lysandra closed her eyes as she pictured the scene, and she felt her heart break to pieces, well, more than it already was. She swallowed the tears that threatened to come forth once more, she didn't have the strength to cry again so instead she said, "I, um, I'm sorry that you lost your sister."

Narcissa just smiled slightly at her, sadness brimming in her eyes, her sister may be dead, but she wasn't all gone. She could see her kindness and stubbornness in the Potter Girl. She had heard the stories from Draco, how much time they had spent together with Andromeda and she got to know more about Lysandra through these stories. That also meant she knew how much Andromeda had meant to her, as if she were her own mother. It was clear that Andy had left a mark on her. Maybe she wasn't completely gone after all.