To any normal person walking down the dark path of Grimmauld Street, the houses would have appeared to have gone from number 11 to number 13. Yet in-between those two silent houses, raged a party of pure excitement. No normal person would have seen this. But Andromeda Tonks was no normal person: she was a witch. And to her, there was
a house in-between Number 11 and Number 13, and it was indeed called: Number 12 Grimmauld Place.
The date was December 24, 1979: at 11:49 pm, 11 minutes before Christmas. The dark haired witch standing outside a spooky house, with jubilant colors flashing through the windows, was simply standing there amidst the screams of laughter and joy. Overall, the atmosphere of the house was quite welcoming; but Andromeda Black didn’t think so. She dreaded the thought of going up to the door, and ringing that snake shaped door bell and pounding on the door with a snake shaped knocker and actually talking to her family. Her husband, Ted Tonks, wanted to be there with her, but she told him to stay home, her family
would probably rip him limb from limb if they ever saw him. In their opinion, anyone
, who was muggle-born, was not worthy to date and marry their daughter. Actually, any muggle-born in general was not worthy of anything, particularly not living and participating in their world.
So she sucked up some air, held her breath and marched up to the front door, before loosing it and crawling into a ball by a large plant, hoping to disappear forever. A few minutes later, after she had collected herself, she stood up, faced her fears and knocked on that door. After a few moments of absence, she considered running back home, but the door began to open. And too soon, her sister Bellatrix, appeared in the doorway and stopped.
After looking her sister up a down a few times, eyes pausing on the diamond on her ring finger, she sniffed and glared at the younger ‘blood-traitor’. “I’m sorry, but do I know you?” she asked, in possibly her rudest voice manageable. “I don’t think that I would know a blood-traitor like you so obviously are.”
“Come on Bella, don’t be like that.” Andromeda whispered. “It’s Christmas Eve! I just wanted to see my family today and bring them this gift.” She held the wrapped box out but all she got was a door slammed in the face. She felt tears welling up in her eyes, threatening to run madly down her cheeks, but she held them back. “You knew
this would happen,” she told herself, “no point in getting worked up over something that you knew
would happen.” but it still hurt, no one wanted to be rejected from their family, especially not on Christmas Eve.
She turned to walk away, first leaving the package on the doorstep, miserably. She walked a ways down the street when she heard a strange noise, it sounded like a small girl-child complaining. Curious, she walked faster towards the noise, she turned the corner onto an adjoining street and stopped. The curiosity in her face left, her eyes softened and her mouth formed the seemingly impossible for that moment: a smile. Standing before her was her husband and three-year old daughter, Nymphadora.
In that single moment, as she looked upon her purple-haired daughter, who was clutching the hand of her husband Ted, she realized something very important.
All the family she needed was standing right in front of her.