Author's Notes: Written for TuesdayNovember's "Muggle Artefacts" Challenge on xoxLewrahxox's Bellatrix Lestrange: The Dark Lord's Most Faithful forum.

Write a fic in which one or more characters come into contact with a Muggle artefact. It can either play a prominent role or just be obliquely mentioned, so long as it's there.

Also written for the February 9th Prompt of the Day on Hogwarts Online II – "Run away with me".

500 words.


Rabastan did not know why Andromeda bothered to tell him that she was going to run away with Ted. She did not even bother to do anything to soften the blow when she did. She simply sat him down one day and told him that she was going to run away from home with Ted Tonks and that there was nothing that he could do to convince her not to.

It was as though she had just taken a fry pan to his head. His ears rang, his vision swam, and he couldn't even draw in enough breath to get a full sentence out. He wheezed for air, barely managing, "B- but- but why? Don't you- don't you love me?"

"Of course!" Andromeda cried, without even a second of thought. "You know that I do. How can you even doubt that?"

"You're leaving me!"

"But I'm not! I want you to come with me!"

Rabastan stared, dumbfounded. Did she really just say… did she honestly think… "Andromeda… you can't really think… you can't really believe that I would run away from home– throw my life away– even for you…"

"Why not? Come with me!" She actually grabbed his hand, as though she was going to pull him out of the parlour in which they were sitting and out onto the moors right that moment.

"What about Ted?" Rabastan asked bitterly, not looking at her.

"Ted doesn't matter. We just need him to get out of here. Then we can go off on our own. Please, Rab… run away with me," Andromeda whispered. Her voice was tinged with desperation now, and she clutched his hand so tightly that he lost feeling to his fingers.

For just a second, Rabastan considered it. What was to stop him running away? Why couldn't he go with Andromeda – perfect, beautiful Andromeda, who he would have gladly died for? Surely dying was worse than throwing his life away, so if he would die…

No, it was different. He couldn't run away with her.

"No," he said, shoving her away. "Go with Ted. Go live with him. Go be a Muggle with him. I'm sure you'll be much happier that way. You'll just love Muggle life – being near enough to destitute and paying for things in pounds and calling people on your fellytone and breaking your wand in half because clearly the Wizarding world isn't good enough for you!"

"He's a Mudblood, not a Muggle!" Andromeda said loudly, cheeks flushing.

"They're near enough to the same thing!" spat Rabastan, his voice practically dripping with derision.

"No, they're not! He's still a wizard! I wouldn't have to snap my wand in half! I wouldn't be giving up anything! Nothing would change!"

"Nothing except that you wouldn't have me anymore," Rabastan hissed. He stood up and exited the parlour with all the dignity he could muster, but as soon as he closed the door behind him, he burst into tears, crying for the imminent loss of his darling Andromeda.