#. conversation001 ☄ ( NARCISSA ft. ANDROMEDA ) .

[ncrcissam]

who: @andytcnks​​ where: the safe house. when: morning of february 15th, 1979.

Morning came too quickly somehow. When she’d finally found sleep, it hadn’t been restful but instead full of dreams. The explosion. Draco’s face. Lucius’s arm on her wrist. She’d woken up on the gargle of scream, cheeks wet from tears she didn’t know she’d cried. The sun had just barely risen, but Narcissa didn’t want to go back to that place quite yet. Her nightmares could begin their chase again tomorrow. 

For now, she tip-toed downstairs and out onto the back porch. Trees stood, branches dancing gently with a winter’s breeze, and although it was cold outside, Narcissa found it peaceful out here. She knew the next few days would bring chaos, especially as the Order began asking her questions. Wanting to help was too strong of a desire at the moment, but she wouldn’t deny them. Not if it meant bringing down the man who’d destroyed her life. 

The door behind her squeaked open and when she looked up, she almost thought she was still dreaming. Andromeda, only how she’d imagined her in her dreams, stood beside her, and Narcissa couldn’t help but slide on the wooden step to make room for her. How she wanted to just wrap her in a hug, cry into her shoulder, like she might’ve when they were children. Their relationship had gotten better in past, but she didn’t know if she was ready for that. Neither of them, really, were ready for that. 

“It’s strange seeing you now,” she said softly. “I mean, at this age. I don’t think I ever saw you, not even in passing.” It was stranger even how she’d missed out on such important moments in her sister’s life; her wedding, Nymphadora’s birth... The thought of Andromeda’s daughter brought a clogging to her throat that she didn’t appreciate much, so she cleared it away before looking at her sister again and taking her hand. “I don’t know what you did to convince them to help me but... thank you.”