Promises are all that drive us

She gave the answer he had expected, but some part of him hoped she already knew. That he wouldn’t have to be the one to share it. He looked at the soft, sweet child before him and thought of an earlier day. Another child who had sought to comfort him in his grief. Children were such fragile things, and while he loved being a father he wondered, and not for the first time, how anyone had thought it wise to entrust such fragile creatures with him. He almost choked on the grief as it brought him an image of Zee. A reminder of a day when she had feared to have children with him, feared what his volatile dreams might bring their children.

That grief brought with it a wave of anger, one that made it a little easier to tell Andy. Perhaps he was a little too eager to push away those he loved. Those he could hurt so easily. “There was a time, before you were born, that we thought your… that…” he grimaced, angry with how difficult it was to speak of her. “.. we believed your mother had died in a fire. Briar was not much older then you were then. She sought to comfort me then as you wish to now. I lashed out in my sleep, and almost killed her. That's how she got her scar, Andromeda” He said, his voice harsh.


"Sirius"