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Salvaging Remnants is the plausible continuation of what might or could have happened after the North Tower incident between Brian and Andromeda. For this story to move forward other people were called into play, namely myself. The cast is as follows, the story will be narrated by each character accordingly with the exception of Brian Getathorn XIX, Zazuka Bones and Carlisle Moonlight who have kindly given their permission to be used in this fanfiction. Please refrain from commenting until you read the actual words -- THE END, as this particular fanfiction will resemble an rp in base.
Cast:
Andromeda Fiorelli - werewolf and third year Gryffindor Student
Patrick O'Brien - Uncle to Andromeda, healer and ex-professional quidditch player
Esmerelda Smickett - Animagus, Godmother to Andromeda and ex-Transfiguration professor.
Brian Getathorn XIX - Third year Ravenclaw student and Andromeda's best friend since first year and first ever friend
made at Hogwarts, also first love!
Zazuka Bones - Third Year Ravenclaw student, Andromeda's other best friend, Brian's girlfriend and second ever friend
made at Hogwarts.
Carlisle Moonlight - Third year Beauxbatons transfer to Hogwarts, Andy's boyfriend and calming influence
Patrick paced up and down waiting for her to arrive. He had wanted desperately to go to the train station but Esmerelda had made him wait instead at The Gables. He still didn't know why he had gone along with it, he felt as if he had been bullied into remaining behind while she had gone instead. But she had told him that Andromeda was too easily excited and disappointed, too easily led by her heart to have him go and waylay her on her first day out of school. Wasn't it bad enough that he was downright kidnapping her for the holidays? Patrick humphed, he wasn't kidnapping her. He had explained it all in perfect detail to Esmerelda that neither he nor Andromeda had been back to Ireland in almost three years. He at least had returned for his fathers funeral, Andromeda hadn't even been allowed that much. The ministry never allowed freshly infected werewolves to travel to muggle inhabited parts of the world, she would have to be two years or more infected before they could even begin applying for a travel permit for her.
Sighing Patrick thought he would wear a hole away in the floor if they didn't hurry up and return. He couldn't wait to see his niece, it had been so damned long. Would she be so very different? How tall was she now? Who did she resemble Maeve or Giovanni? Did she still adore Quidditch as she used to? Patrick had so many questions he wanted to throw at her. He heard a crack from outside the front gate and with two long strides got to the front door and yanked it open. There she was, he couldn't get over how tall she was, how slender and how pale. Yet she was still his Angel, his Andromeda. Nothing would ever change that. He strode outside the front door and opened up his arms to welcome her.