Andromeda Lestrange

Bellatrix was grinning. It was not beautiful - not even pretty. It was all kinds of flashing danger and curled ever so cruelly as she came to drape herself over Andromeda.

"Come now, little sister, it would please Mother and Father greatly if you married him," Bellatrix purred into her ear.

Fighting off a shiver, the teenager looked straight into the mirror of her vanity. She looked trapped. Like a rabbit at a wolf's mercy.

"I-" she started, but she could hear the fearful quaver in her tone and quickly clamped her mouth shut to hide it.

Bellatrix's fingers dug, sharp as claws, into her shoulders as she whispered, "I saw you with that filthy mudblood, Andy-baby. We both know that Mother would be awfully disappointed if she heard and Father! He'd be livid, don't you agree? Oh, my dear sister, can you imagine the blood bath when he found the mudblood? It'd be stunning..."

Looking into the mirror to see Andromeda staring at their reflection, the elder's eyes flashed with pleasure as she went on and said, "But you know what I'll do for you, Andy-baby? I won't tell anyone if you give him up right now and make the right choice. Just think, Andromeda! We can both be Lestrange women!" And with a cackling laugh, she pulled herself up ramrod straight and asked while staring at their image in the younger's mirror, "What do you choose, my dear sister?"

Andromeda could not even breath, the thought of Ted's butchered body in his flat's little kitchen with her father panting over him nearly too much to bear. That didn't even cover what would come after Ted's slaying.

When their father returned - no matter the hour - Bellatrix would find Andromeda. She would appear and rub the death of her dear love in her face, all the while saying, "You brought it on yourself, Andy-baby! I told you, I told you!"

The worst part then would be that Bellatrix was right. Ted's death would be Andromeda's fault. She could have prevented it just by agreeing to marry Rabastan Lestrange.

Despite the fact she could not take in enough air to speak properly, somehow, through just barely parted lips she managed to push out an answer, "Lestrange."

"Excellent," Bellatrix said as she slid a piece of parchment in front of Andromeda. "Now you can tell that mudblood the same."

Taking the quill as it was handed to her, she began to write.

This here's just the prologue and I swear everything else will be about a couple thousand words.u I hope you enjoyed what this little bit promises and will continue to read what's to come!

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