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ANDROMEDA TONKS; worst memory
andie; worst memory

Andromeda wore a simple white long-sleeved dress. It clung loosely to her, hiding the slight swell of her stomach. Earlier, Ted’s sister had gathered her hair back, weaving white ribbons and periwinkle into her curls. She slipped her feet into the satin ballet flats waiting for her. She didn’t want to look beyond the door, didn’t want to see her worst fears confirmed. Because, deep down, Andromeda knew they wouldn’t be coming.

It was supposed to be the happiest day of her life. She’d been prepped for it her entire life. Etiquette class. Trips to the dressmaker. Poise and posture lessons. Lectures on becoming a proper, pureblooded young witch. Only she wasn’t going to walk down the stairs in Number 12 Grimmauld in the traditional ivory robes. She wasn’t going to be taking her place alongside some poised, dangerous pureblood man, like her sisters had.

As she heard the first tones of the organ play, she walked to the door. Muggle traditions were silly things. The priest had asked who was going to give her away. Ted had answered that her father was dead. Might as well be dead, she thought, remembering it. Because he sure wasn’t going to step foot in a Muggle Catholic church to watch his daughter marry a mud—a Muggle born.

She slid out of her dressing room, dragging a small bouquet of white flowers from the end table. She caught a glimpse of herself in the mirror as she passed it. Beautiful, is what Ted’s sister had said. Ted will say the same thing in a few short moments, she knew. They would be married, sign a license, and then she would be officially accepted into the Tonks family. It was a dangerous and terrifying thing.

But she was a Black. And she wanted to be accepted with them as well.

She peeked out into the sanctuary of the small church. Ted’s entire family was seated on the right-hand side. She recognized some of his friends from Hogwarts. Her eyes drifted to the other side—the “bride’s side”—it was empty.

She couldn’t go out there like this. It was embarrassing.

With her back against the cold stone wall, she closed her eyes. She had delivered the invitations herself, dropping the thin white envelope into Cissy’s hand before the door closed, setting it on the table beside Bella when she gave her her back, shoved it at her parents, pleading.

Why did she think they’d change their mind? Her heat beat quickened. It was silly. She’d been disowned from the moment she confessed her relationship, the baby she was carrying, introduced Ted to her parents—she’d tried everything she could possibly think of to remain a Black even as she was changing her last name legally.

Andromeda knew it was supposed to be the happiest day of her life. She was marrying the man she loved, going to have his child in just a few months, and yet—and yet, Andromeda wanted to cry and run away instead of walk down that aisle alone.