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What Lady Dustin would wear
Andromeda did not want to make the trip in all honesty. It was bad enough knowing that two members of her family had left no bodies to bury; she did not want to see what pitiful inheritance her horrible sister might have left her, not after she had lost her daughter.
But she was a Black and Blacks stood tall so she marched into the Ministry which was holding her sisters will and possessions and demanded to see both. Narcissa was there too, berating a stressed looking secretary, all red hair and glasses and a cut on his cheek that meant he’d probably been in the battle. Andromeda tugged her baby sister back and smiled politely to the man and asked to see the wills of Nymphadora Tonks and Remus Lupin, and oh, would it be possible to view her that of her sister? Bellatrix Lestrange, of course, yes.
The first two names had the man scrabbling through the paperwork on his desk but the last made him still and look up. “The Minister has put all Death Eater wills in the vaults for now Mrs Tonks; my brother is in there now, curse-breaking.”
Andromeda nodded. “I know how it is. But I know Bella and I know the curses she’d use. Just a peek, please.”
And with that please the man sighed and let Andromeda in and with a quick motion Narcissa followed. Later they sat and chatted, reminisced and caught up. Narcissa asked if she might see Teddy at some point, Andromeda asked if she might be allowed the necklace Walburga had promised her when she was a child. Both agreed. Both parted ways for the day.
And that is how Andromeda was left, seated on a bench on Platform 4 1/3, while she waited for the train to take her, and her inheritance, home.
(A beautiful new headcanon by essayofthoughts)
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