A/N: I do not own Harry Potter or any of those folks. I also don't own the lyrics from this quiz... those are Lit's ... if you've never heard this song go to and put the title of the song and the band in the search area. Here's the next part and I must warn you it's a bit vulgar ... like the rest of the story. Enjoy. This one was a bunch of fun to right and it's kind of a important filler.
Chapter Two: My Own Worst Enemy (Lit)
Can we forget about the things I said when I was drunk.
I didn't mean to call you that.
I can't remeber what was said or what you throw at me.
Please to me ...
I was balanceing on top of the table with on one foot when Jacob came into the dining room to announce that we where going back to the Manor again today. I nodded in his direction and climbed down off the table grabbing my guitar. He glanced over my outfit (black cami, black tu-tu, orange leggings and black combat boots with orange shoe strings... not to mention the over large sunglasses) then walked over to me pulling my glasses off. One look at my blood red eyes and he knew that I was trashed. I snatched my glasses back from him and stated "Let's go thing two." He shook his head but grabbed ahold of my arm to guide me into the living room. I looked around not noticing anyone else and then looked back at Jacob "They're already there" he told me as he apparated the both of us. I wasn't prepared for the sudden change in my current state so as soon as we touched solid ground I collasped and simply laid there. Someone stated "Hey Jake ... what the hell?". It was Neville. Jake picked me up and lead me over to a chair. He stated "What's up with her?" "She's trashed." he replied while running a few fingers through his hair. "Trashed?" Neville asked confused with the american word. Jake opened his mouth to answer him but before he could I started to strum on my guitar and sang "Trashed. Oh yes i'm trashed. Shitty. Oh yes i'm shitty. Loser. Oh your a loser. Fucker. Oh he's a fucker." Jake grabbed my guitar and glared at me while muttering to Neville "She's drunk". I climbed out of the chair and put my hands on my hips and stated defensively "I am not drunk ... i'm simply ... ummm ... not sober?"
Please tell me why?
My car is in the front yard,
and i'm sleeping with my clothes on.
And your gone.
Gone.
Neville raised his eyebrow at me and I turned from the both of them to go and explore "Don't you leave this room" ... this room. We where in a study and their was an huge oak desk. I sat down in the chair behind it for a moment then climbed onto the desk. Jake and Neville where both talking so they didn't notice me start to spin on top of the desk. They did however notice when I came crashing down. I heard footsteps darting towards me and my name being called. By the time my vision stopped swimming both my brother and Neville where standing over me, identical looks of concern on each of their faces. I retorted by laughing loudly in their face and closing my eyes back. "Is she okay?" Neville asked and my brother must have replied but I couldn't here him. I let the sleep that had been threatned to take over my body for the last half an hour win. When I woke up I was laying in a bed ... alone. My boots where off and my sunglasses where MIA. I pulled myself up into a sitting postion and glared at everything. I was still a bit twisted but the hang over had already started to set in.
It's no surprise to me I am my own worst enemy.
Cuz' every now and then I kick the living shit out of me.
The smoke alarm is going off ,
and there's a ciggerette still burning.
I pulled myself out of the bed and gingerly stepped onto the cold floor. I shivered for a moment then made my way to one of the two doors that where in the room. I opened it to find the bathroom, the little bit of sanity that I still had attached told me that the other door must have led out. I turned fully prepared on testing my hypothesis when I caught a glismpse of myself in the mirror. The sight made me cringe but walk closer to it. I looked horrible, my royal blue hair was still in the two pig-tails but I wanted to chop them off. My midnight blue eyes where blood shot and dead looking. I groaned and touched a scar that was on the side of my head ... where it came from, I do not know. Everything about me was ugly. I suddenly glared at the reflection refusing to believe that it was in fact me, Echo. "Your not me, you little shit" I told it as I turned around and headed out the bathroom. As I crossed the room I noticed my boots and glasses. I slipped them on and then headed out the door determended to forget the ugly girl that followed me. My reflection. I started down the hall aimlessly but stopped when I took notice of that Harry dude and his friends. I weighed my option's for a moment. Search for my brother and the hott Neville or mess around with the group of teens that I know I can get a reaction from.
Please tell me why?
My car is in front yard.
I'm sleeping with my clothes on.
Came in threw the window last night,
and your gone.
I decided that they would be funnier and walked into the library yet again. "Hermione it's not that simple" Harry told her as she flipped through a book. Ginny who was next to her looked at her for reassurance and she nodded back at her "I think we should listen Harry" she said while not meeting his eyes. He sighed heavily while staring at her lovingly. I took that as my cue to add my two cents "Personally I think that you should take my advice". They all turned to me as I walked into the room nearly knocking over a table as I tried to walk a straight line. Ron, who came out of nowhere, stated "Who are you?" "Echo Delouche, but more importantly you ... should be asking for my advice" I told him as I stood next to Harry. Confused everyone stared at me waiting for my advice. I stood on my tip toes and put my arms around Harry's shoulder and stated "It's as simple as this Harry dude, treat Ginny fuck (yes ginny fuck) like the world and cheat on her behind her back. Case closed. Get even". Ginny stood up and walked over to, by the looks of it she was going to give me a pieace of her mind. Before she could say anything Jake and Neville darted into the room looking paniced. When Jake's eyes landed on me he breathed a sigh of relief and then stated "You disappeared, I thought you had did something stupid" "Like try to fly" Neville finished as he glared at Harry. I thought for a moment then pulled my arm from around Harry and spun around walking towards the lines of books. Jake called after me "Where are you going?" "To find a book on flying" I called behind me as I side stepped and headed out a door.
It's no surprise to me I am my own worst enemy.
Cuz' every now and then I kick the living shit out of me.
Can we forget about the things I said when I was drunk.
I didn't mean to call you that.
I knew I should not have walked into that room when I encountered a bunch of old people whispering. Their was a middle aged guy standing in front of everyone next to a girl with purple hair. Everyone's eyes turned and meet me, I scanned them quickly and noticed both of my older brother's and their wives ... well one wife one soon to be wife. I stated "Ummm ... yeah ... this isn't the bathroom". No one spoke or moved to stop me as I turned to walk out the door. As soon as I touched the handle someone stated "Echo?" I turned to see a very old guy with blue eyes that had the oddest twinkle. I remebered him from somewhere but I couldn't place him. (A/N. I don't support Dumbledore being dead so he's alive in this story. That's it.) He smiled at me and his eyes twinkled. If I wasn't a bit intoxicated I would have been able to stop myself from saying certain things but I couldn't stop myself as I stated "ewww ... what are you some type of weird pervert guy who watches young girls bathe and shit like that" "Echo!!" yelled both of my brothers. I shrugged my shoulder's and walked back through the door that I had came through. I know i'm in deep shit and I know that i'll probally be on punishment but ... what's the worst that could happen. I'm going to Hogwarts in two days and tommorrow where staying at the leaky tub or something like that.