DISCLAIMER: I don't own Harry Potter, only my ideas. Nor do I own the lyrics, they are Fall Out Boy and the song is 20 Dollar Nose Bleed.
Quiz time!
Favorite character? Why?
Least favorite character? Why?
What do you want to see happen soon or not so soon?
What house would you be in at Hogwarts? Slytherin, Hufflepuff, Gryffindor or Ravenclaw?
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I woke up with a massive headache and a still nauseous stomach. Obviously last night had been one of the worst nights of my life. I opened my eyes and groaned; the sun was bright on my eyes and intensified my headache. I covered my eyes with my pillow and sighed, the light was finally blocked out. A hard rap came at my door and I almost screamed, but caught myself. It was probably Draco and I didn't want to get into anymore trouble than I already was. I pulled the pillow from over my eyes and shoved it underneath my head quickly. "Come in!" I called as loudly as I could.
I was right. My lovely cousin Draco stuck his blond, pointed face into my room and turned his nose up. "What are you still doing in bed?" he asked nastily, walking into my room. I shrugged and fixed my eyes on the wall behind him. "Get up, shower and get dressed. I want you downstairs in twenty minutes if not sooner." I nodded numbly and crossed one casted arm over the other. "Oh. And to do one nice thing for you, episkey."
There was a large crack and I screamed again, the headache returning. I gripped my arm and then moved it around. It was broken anymore. He had fixed my arm just like Tristan had fixed my leg the night before. I sighed and rolled out of bed, going to get ready for another hellish day.
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When I got out of the steaming shower, I wrapped myself in a towel and wiped off the foggy mirror. I looked at myself intently. I had a deep purple, almost black bruise over my left eye and another one right on top of my cheekbone on the right side of my face. My ice blue eyes were covered in pain and loneliness and something else I couldn't describe all on top of the red lines. My lips were pink and chapped; they weren't covered in a bright smile, but a dark frown. My sodden hair laid limp down my back and over one shoulder. A lot had happened in the three days since I first stepped in the Malfoy Manor. I wasn't the sometimes-smiling-always-torturing-my-brother-Acacia Lestrange anymore. I had become a hard shell of someone that used to laugh and smile.
I sighed and turned away from the mirror. I quickly got dressed and pulled my hair up into a sopping bun. I stepped out of the bathroom and made my way down the stairs with two minutes to spare. I made my way into the kitchen and it seemed like there was some sort of family meeting. Narcissa, Draco, Astoria, Scorpius and Tristan were all sitting around the table and looking as though they were being somewhat civil towards each other.
"Ah, Acacia, glad you could make it," Draco said smoothly, obviously trying to make nice with me. "Why don't you go sit down next to Tristan and my wife will make you some breakfast."
"Don't bother," I said as I sat down. "I'm not hungry." Narcissa, who was sitting across the table from me tensed and then shot a wary glance at me. "Anyway, what's this family meeting about?" Astoria cleared her throat, stood up and made her way to the stove. I looked around at everyone's solemn faces and understood that this wasn't going to be pleasant.
"Acacia and Tristan, you both will be spending the rest of the holidays with your Aunt Andromeda and her grandson Teddy. Go pace your things. We're leaving in an hour," Narcissa said harshly, making it known to us that it was final. I nodded and stood up with Tristan to go up to my room.
Once I got into my room a smile let loose on my face and a laugh exploded hysterically from my mouth. After only three days of living in this hell on earth, I was finally free and going to my Aunt and cousin's house. My real family's house! I skipped over to my bed, lay down on the floor and pulled my trunk out from underneath my bed. I sat down, opened it up and pulled out a quill and parchment, preparing myself to write a letter to James, Fred and Aspen, the first since leaving three days ago.
Dear James,
How's Hogwarts? Well, I suppose you'd be at home now. It is the Christmas holidays after all. I hope you didn't miss me too much. I mean, I know I'm the center of your life and all, but don't think about me too much, all right? Just kidding by the way, I know you don't think about me all the time.
Anyway, I'm writing to tell you that I'm coming back to Aunt Andromeda's today and sometime over the holiday's I want to see you and Fred and Aspen. Send back with a reply note or whatever when you get this. I miss all three of you! Tristan's just no fun to be around and I can't prank anyone!
Miss you,
Acacia Lestrange
This went on for two more letters until I was finally done. I looked at my owl, Helena, and attached the three letters to her leg. "Take these to James Potter, Fred Weasley and Aspen Green. I don't know where they are, otherwise I would tell you. Oh, and I won't be here when you get back. I'll be at Andromeda's Tonks' house. She's my aunt you know?" I rambled, still tying the letters to her leg. She hooted knowingly and cocked her head to the side. I opened the window and let her go, waving to her as she disappeared.
"Have you ever wanted to disappear?" I sang under my breath, grabbing anything and everything I could find and shoving it into my trunk. "And join a monastery, go out and preach young addicts straight. Who will I be when I wake up next to a stranger, on a passenger plane? Harmin' each other. Please take me back. Please take me back, oh, oh."
I looked around my room, trying to find anything else that I would need. I pulled a shirt from my floor and shoved it in with the rest of my rubbish. A knock came at the door and I jumped the sharp noise cutting into the near silence. "Come in!" I called, knowing who it was already.
"What is all that banging? Are you tearing this room down?" Tristan laughed, slouching into my room.
"Shut it!" I laughed, throwing a pair of pants at him. He mock pouted and threw them back at me. "So, tell me the truth. Do you like annoying your little sister in her room, or do you really not have anything better to do?'
"I don't have anything better to do," he answered, a smile on his lips. I stick my tongue out at him and went back to packing my things. He sauntered over to my bookshelf and poked around it for awhile. He pulled a book off of the bookshelf and turned back around to me, his eyebrows furrowed and he was obviously confused about something.
"What?" I asked as I stood up and dug in my closet for more clothing.
"You aren't taking this?" I turned around and my eyes automatically went to the brightly colored cover of Alice In Wonderland. I shook my head, not planning on doing any academic learning during the remainder of the Christmas holiday. "Why not?"
"Because I don't read."
"Come on. Just read this book and I promise you'll be in love with reading! Please?" He was whining now and it was all I could do not to roll my eyes at my brother. I sighed and gave in, shoving the book into my trunk along with all of my other rubbish.
A knock came at the door and we both looked up, wondering whether a full hour had gone by without our notice. Tristan shrugged and stood up, wonderment spread across his face. He opened my door and there was Scorpius, my near silent second cousin. Tristan let him in and he sat down right in front of me. I stared at him incredulously, but didn't move back or anything.
"So, you two are leaving?" he asked like the little child he was. I nodded, but didn't open my mouth. How was I supposed to know if this little prat was spying on us for his father or not? "I wish you weren't. It's always been fun with you, Tristan. And I don't really know you, Acacia, but you seem fun."
"Yeah. That's what I am. Fun," I said skeptically. Obviously this little boy knew nothing about me. I was more than fun, I was absolutely hilarious! "What are you doing in here anyway?" Tristan pursed his lips and crossed his arms over his chest. I could tell he was gearing himself up for a fight between me and Scorpius.
"I just wanted to say goodbye. Is that all right?" he asked sheepishly, making me regret suspecting him of being as evil as his father.
"I guess. It's just a little odd, I guess. I mean, your father is completely set against us and you seem to be completely set with us. But you can't judge a person by their parents. I'm living proof of that." I smiled at him and he smiled back. He really wasn't that bad of a person. I guess.
"What are you talking about?" I looked back at Tristan, who had a look of utter confusion on his face. "From what I've heard, you're exactly like our mother. Down to that evil temper of yours." I narrowed my eyes and tightened my jaw. I did not have a temper.
Another knock cam at the door, but since the door was already open; Aunt Narcissa poked her head in. Scorpius jumped up and ran into her arms, gaining a hug. I scowled at him. If I had done that, I probably would have gained a smack on the cheek and possibly a cut lip. Funny how even after only three days, the rules and social standards of this house were stamped inside my brain.
"Acacia?" Narcissa asked sweetly, looking me straight in the eyes. "Are you ready to go, honey?"
"Why yes I am, darling," I hissed angrily. I heard her sharp intake of breath as soon as she was met by my ice cold hatred. I brushed past her, my trunk bouncing its way down the stairs behind me. Draco and Astoria were sitting in the kitchen having a quiet conversation over a cup of tea. I blew a kiss at them and waved. Astoria laughed and waved back, not catching the sarcastic quality of my "happy" farewell. I continued out the door, shrugging my coat on and walking outside.
I stepped just outside the massive front door and spread my arms out. I didn't care how much my head ached; I was finally free of this hell house! I laughed and smiled up at the bright heavens. I was going back to the way things were. I finally stopped, blew one last kiss at the house and skipped to Narcissa's car.
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When we arrived at Aunt Andy's house, I was filled with excitement. Narcissa stopped the car and I grabbed my things from the trunk of the car and bounded up the driveway. About halfway to the house, Teddy burst out of the house and barreled toward me. I giggled as he picked me up and sung me around, enveloping me in a giant bear hug. He set me down and kissed my hair, obviously as excited to have me back.
"You're back, Acacia! You're bloody well back!" he yelled, hugging me again.
"Yes, Teddy, I am back," I laughed, wrapping my arms around his waist. I was hit by the crushing force of how much I had missed both Teddy and Aunt Andy. They were my real family. Not Narcissa and her filthy Malfoy family.
I heard the front door slam and there was Aunt Andy. Her long hair was flying out behind her and a huge smile plastered onto her lips. I laughed and ran into her arms, warmth spreading throughout my body. "Oh, sweetie! We missed you!" Aunt Andy said loudly, squeezing me harder. 'Teddy even came back from France when he heard you were coming back! Isn't that wonderful?" I nodded, smiling and squirming out of her chokehold. She just laughed and let me go.
"Who are you?" Teddy spat from where he was standing. I turned around and saw Tristan standing with his bags at his feet. "Hey! Are you gonna answer me or not?!"
"Hey! Teddy! Knock it off!" I yelled back at him. He shut up and glared at Tristan. Aunt Andy moved from in front of me to beside Teddy, probably gearing up for some huge announcement of some kind. "Relax. He's just my brother." And with that I popped Tristan's earbuds from his iPod that I never gave back into my ears and walked into the house.
"Permanent jet lag, please take me back, please take me back, please take me back. I'm a stray dog sick, please let me in, please let me in, the mat keeps tripping. Singing vows before we exchange smoke rings.
"Give me a pen, call me Mr. Benzedrine but don't let doctor in, I wanna blow off steam. And call me Mr. Benzedrine and don't let the doctor, don't let the doctor in.
"It feels like 14 carats but no clarity when I look at the man who would be king. The man who would be king goes toteh desert to sing war his dad rehearsed. Came back with flags on coffins and said we won, oh, we won.
"Permanent jet lag, please take me back. Please take me back, please take me back. I'm a stray dog sick, please let me in. Please let me in, the mat keeps tripping. Singing vows before we exchange smoke rings.
"Give me a pen, call me Mr. Benzedrine. But don't let the doctor in, I wanna blow off steam. And call me Mr. Benzedrine and don't let the doctor, don't let the doctor in.
"Benzedrine, my, my, my Benzedrine. My Benzedrine now. Benzedrine, my, my, my Benzedrine. My Benzedrine now.
"Only one good feeling that is the rest of the proof is on the television. On the.
"Call me Mr. Benzedrine but don't let the doctor in, I wanna blow off steam. And call me Mr. Benzedrine but don't let the doctor, don't let the doctor in. Have you ever wanted to disappear?"