DISCLAIMER: I don't own Harry Potter, only my ideas. Nor do I own the lyrics, they are Cobra Starship and the song is Hot Mess. I think that I'm completely going off of the whole Harry Potter theme thing, but Alice In Wonderland comes out in 26 DAYS! I'm so excitedddd!!!!

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When I limped into my room, I sat down on the window seat and sighed. Once again, my big fat mouth had gotten not only myself, but my brother in trouble. Why couldn't I just learn to shut my mouth and just wait things out? Was that another wonderful trait inherited from my lovely parents? Unfortunately, it didn't seem like would find out, because every time I opened my mouth it seemed like someone got in trouble. Just as my hot breath fogged up the ice cold window, thumping from somewhere in my walls surrounded me. "Who-who's there?" I stammered, fright catching me in its sharp claws.

"Acacia! Open this damn door!" Tristan yelled from inside the walls. I giggled as I looked around, trying to find the door. All I could see was the wood and stone of my room.

"Where is it? There are only my walls in here!" I was laughing at him now. More banging was coming from inside my walls and then I heard a scream and then a crash. "What are doing in there?! What's in there that you can fall on?!" Tristan groaned from somewhere in the bowels of my room and then the wall shifted over, revealing my bruised and dirtied brother. "What are you doing in my walls?!"

"Shh. Remember what Draco said? If he hears something from us, then there will be hell to pay," he whispered. I scoffed and turned back to the window. "Do you just not care about any authority?"

"Well, my philosophy is this: if they feel the need to 'lay down the law' then they're just insecure. The best way to get them over their insecurity is just too completely flout their rules." My ear jumped up as soon as I heard his little scoff and imagined his little smirk that crawled up onto his face. "Don't give me that look! You know it's true!"

"Sure. Whatever you think," he laughed, lying on my bed. "Do you read?"

"What?!" I whirled around to look at him, my wild hair flying all over the place. "I'm twelve years old and you want to know if I read?"

"Not if you can read, just if you do. I mean, you seem like the kind of person that would like to sit up in their room all day on a rainy day and just read." I raised my eyebrows and looked at him skeptically.

"No. I hate reading. I always have." He sat up and disappeared into the wall again. I looked back out the window and watched as big snowflakes fell from the grey sky. My life had turned upside down again, unfortunately. It seemed like it never would be right, which was very upsetting, yes, but also very good. At least I would never know what was coming next!

"Hey," Tristan whispered in my ear. I shrieked and jumped, covering my mouth with my ice-cold hand. "I'm back," he laughed loudly. I jumped up off the window seat and fell with a huge bang. "You okay?" He held out his hand and helped me up.

"I'm fine," I hissed, leaning against him for support. "It's this sodding leg that's the problem!"

"Hey, it's not my fault you fell off the side of the house." I narrowed my eyes at him and hobbled over to my bed, sitting down and crossing one arm with my casted one.

"I wasn't blaming it on you!" I huffed, trying to think of some way I could get rid of this broken leg. "I was blaming it on myself! Anyway, why did you leave and what the hell are you doing back here?!"

"Language, Acacia," he said in the sickly sweet way my cousin had said it not an hour ago. "Anyway, I want you to read this book." He held it out to me.

"Alice In Wonderland?" I asked, not liking how it sounded on my tongue.

"Yeah, I used to love it a year ago, but I don't really read it anymore. You would like it though. It's got that creepy beauty about it. I don't know, it just seems like your kind of book."

"Thanks. I might get around to it. Eventually. It's like I told you before, reading isn't really my thing," I smiled at him, flashing my teeth and hobbling over to the barren bookshelf on the other side of my room to put Alice In Wonderland away. Tristan sighed and sat down on my bed, fingering my pillow. "And besides, I never would have guessed that it was your thing either." I was speaking to him with my back turned, but I could still guess what was playing on his face. There was probably a stupid little smirk and his dark brown hair was probably falling into his dark green eyes that contrasted with his olive skin.

"I know. Everyone at school tells me that. Unfortunately, I know more about Muggle authors than they do," he laughed, helping me onto my feet.

"How do you get over here so fast?!" I asked, mocking anger. "And besides, what's so different from Muggle authors than Wizard authors? What do Muggle authors write about?" He just laughed a low ringing laugh that let me know he was really happy to be laughing. "What? That didn't seem funny to me!"

"Nothing. Your question wasn't funny; it just shows how different Muggle and Wizards are. I mean, if I hadn't told you about Alice In Wonderland you wouldn't ever have read it." I furrowed my brows and confusion hit me like a tidal wave. He laughed and then pulled out his wand, thought covering his face like a cloud.

"What are you doing? We're not supposed to do magic outside of school!" I complained, a smile still plastered onto my face. Obviously I didn't mind if he pulled out his wand because I wanted to see what he could do.

"Yeah, but they won't know. And besides, you said you wanted to get rid of that cast right?" I nodded slowly but now was eyeing the wand with wary eyes. "Don't worry. Aunt Narcissa used to do this to me all the time back when Draco didn't live with us and it was only me and her and she was nice. You might feel a slight pinch. Episkey." My leg cracked and I feel down, pain shooting up my leg and not stopping. "You okay?"

"I don't know," I said sarcastically, glaring at him. "Did you fix my leg or break it again?!" He laughed and then sat on the ground with me.

"Try to stand up." I rolled my eyes, sighed, but did as he told me. To my surprise, I could stand up and move my leg with nothing happening to it. "How's that?"

"Wow! Why didn't they just do that before?" I asked in wonderment, rolling my foot around freely and then skipping around the house.

"Because you were knocked out and they had no idea what was wrong with you." He stood up and got ready to leave and go out my bedroom door.

"Where are you going?" I asked, following him on my near perfect leg.

"They're all asleep; I figure it's time to go get something to eat. Want to come?" I nodded and followed him downstairs, skipping on my newly fixed leg.

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About an hour later I had broken into their liquor cabinet and was now throwing back shots like it was no one's business. Tristan was shooting me dirty looks, but he didn't say a word. I guess he knew that he couldn't stop me even if he tried. A headache had started to form in my head, but I didn't pay attention to it, why should I? I was perfectly fine. But then the bottle of vodka fell on the floor with a band and crashed open, glass shattering onto the floor. I crossed my arms and laid my head down with a groan.

"Yes, I don't think that this was the best choice on your part, Acacia," Tristan sniggered, looking down at me and smiling.

"Shut up," I groaned, looking at him through narrow eyes and doubling over in nausea. "Help." Tristan nodded and helped me over to the bathroom where I doubled over the toilet and puked disgusting bile into the pristine bowl. I groaned again and then more bile came up. I felt disgusting and knew that there was no way I would feel better tomorrow.

"Do you want me to go get Narcissa? I know she'll be able to help," Tristan offered nicely, smoothing my hair away from my face. I shook my head and heaved. He stepped back and ran out of the bathroom, probably getting Narcissa against my will. I groaned and heaved yet again. Then I heard two sets of footsteps coming into the bathroom and then Narcissa's sharp intake of breath.

"Someone had a hectic night didn't they?" she laughed, kneeling down to where I was. "Unfortunately, you'll feel this tomorrow."

"Unfortunately," I whispered, sweat plastering my hair to my forehead and tears coming down my cheeks.

"Here." I looked up and Tristan was handing me his iPod to listen to while I went through torture. "It'll help, trust me." I nodded and put the earbuds in my ears, pressed play and drowned out the world while I heaved the rest of the alcohol out of my system.

"You were a problem child, been grounded your whole life, so now you runnin' wild, playin' with them good girls. No, that ain't your style; you think you're hot shit. Ooh, I love it; I love it, yeah, yeah. Stumblin', but yeah, you still lookin' hella fine. Keep doin' what you're doin', and I'ma make you mind.

"Well, you're a hot mess and I'm fallin' for you. And I'm like 'hot damn, lemme make you my boo.' 'Cause you can shake it, shake it, shake it, yeah, you know what to do. You're a hot mess; I'm lovin' it, hell yes. Got me hypnotized, they city's your playground. I watch you take a bite at 5a.m. roamin' the streets drunk all night; you think you're hot shot. And ooh, I love it, I love it, yeah, yeah. Stumblin' but yeah, you still lookin' hella fine. Keep doin' what you're doin', and I'ma make you mine.

"Well, you're a hot mess and I'm fallin' for you. And I'm like, 'hot damn, lemme make you my boo." 'Cause you can shake it, shake it, shake it, yeah, you know what to do. You're a hot mess; I'm lovin' it, hell yes. You're a hot mess, and I'm fallin for you. And I'm like, 'hot damn, lemme make you my boo.' ;Cause you can shake it, shake it, shake it, yeah, you know what to do. You're a hot mess, I'm lovin' it, hell yes.

"If you're dancin' up on tables you go, you go, you got it girl. Say that you're unstable, you go, go, go, you got it, girl. Dancin' up on tables, say that you're unstable. You're a ha-ha-ha-ha-hot, yeah; you're a hot mess. Ha-ha-ha-ha-hot, we're sayin', hell yes! Well, you're a hot mess, and I'm fallin' for you. And I'm like, 'Hot damn, lemme make you my boo.' 'Cause you can shake it, shake it, shake it, yeah, you know what to do. You're a hot mess, I'm lovin' it, hell yes!

"You're a hot mess, and I'm fallin' for you. And I'm like, 'hot damn, lemme make you my boo.' 'Cause you can shake it, shake it, shake it, yeah, you know what to do. You're a hot mess, I'm lovin' it, hell yes! (Hell yes). Hot mess, I'm lovin' it, hell yes. (Hell yes). Hot mess, I'm lovin' it hell yes, ooh."

The song ended and I looked up at Narcissa with sweat pouring down my face and looking less than the perfect sister she remembered. I smiled my watery smile at her and let her envelope me in her warm arms. "Have you learned something tonight?" she asked sweetly, kissing my hair like the mother I never had. I nodded and snuggled deeper in her nightgown. "What did you learn?"

"Not to drink. It makes you feel like hell," I smiled, taking in her sweet, perfumed scent. She laughed and smoothed my hair again.

"It makes you look like it too. Come on. Let's get all this cleaned up and then it's off to bed, all right?" I nodded and followed her into the kitchen to clean up my mess. She wasn't really that bad, she just followed what her son did so she wouldn't get hurt by him, I guess.