Deathly Drabbles

[author_by_night]

Double double, toil and trouble
Dark Marks burn and tempers bubble
Dark Marks burn and tempers bubble
Bubble!
Something drabbley this way comes!

What with Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows coming out this week, I have decided to do daily drabbles and short fics. I may post a few times a day, I may only post once.

If you have anything you'd like me to write, comment here with a prompt and I'll post if my muse allows. Just one condition - they must be DH centric. Also feel free to do this on your own LJ - I'll round them up at the end of the week and link them, so I can include yours if you write one.

Basic idea of what I'll write for this:

- Missing moments

- Alternative directions/what if

- Before and/or after

- A situation in another character's POV

Request away! I'll be making request posts like this throughout the week. (And please don't be hurt if I don't reply to yours, but don't let that comment scare you off from replying - I just can't guarantee that everything will give me ideas.)
 

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When Lucius was sent to Azkaban, Andromeda made soup.

She didn't know what else to do. On one hand, she was so angry. Angry with her sister for siding with Bellatrix. Angry with Bellatrix for killing two of the people who mattered the most, depriving her of almost everything. She would've killed Teddy too; Andromeda knew it. Thankfully, Teddy had been safe in her arms.

But she'd promised Dora that when all was said and done, they'd try and make amends.

Harry had told her what Narcissa did that night - she'd done something brave, so brave, for the sake of her son. It was in many ways thanks to Narcissa that they'd won the war.

And where was she now? At home, alone, with her husband gone and son gone. Draco had lived, but he'd left the country, or so Andromeda heard. She couldn't say she blamed him - as much as Andromeda hated the Death Eaters, at the end of the day, he was her nephew, and even though she'd never met him, she still saw him as a scared little boy who'd just been trying to make Mummy and Daddy proud.

Narcissa had damaged her child, but had Andromeda done any better? She raised her daughter to hide her emotions, and the result had been one year with Dora as a clumsy, over-enthused mess, another year with Dora as a wet towel.

And now there was no way to fix it.

Andromeda tasted the soup and handed Teddy to Harry.

"Are you sure you're ready to go?"

Andromeda nodded.

"Alone?"

"Yes," Andromeda said. "Just... watch Teddy for me."

Andromeda disapparated and found herself facing a row of old buildings.

"Salazar," she muttered.

Before her eyes emerged a large manor, centuries old but as good as new.

Almost; there were a few dying flowers at the edge of the house.

Andromeda approached the door and knocked very gently.

After a moment, Narcissa appeared in the doorway.

"How did you know how to get here?" She snapped, not even bothering to say hello.

Andromeda shrugged. "You didn't hide it very well."

Narcissa looked at the bowl in Andromeda's hands. "What's that?"

"Soup. Can I come in?"

After a minute, Narcissa opened the door a little wider and nodded.

It was a start.