DISCLAIMER: I don't own Harry Potter, only my ideas. Nor do I own the lyrics, they are Shinedown and the song is Junkies For Fame.

Guys! We have almost made it to 40 chapters! Isn't that crazy?! 40 chapters in 4 months! Yay!

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I walked into the perfect white room that I had first stepped foot in last year. I looked at the clock on the wall and dropped my trunk. It was already noon. I sighed and turned around, facing Teddy with wide eyes. He smiled and raised his eyebrows, slouching deeper into the room. "I know what you're going to say so just don't say it!" I hissed, sitting on my bed and crossing my arms over each other.

"Fine. It's just weird is all, I guess," he said thoughtfully, choosing his words carefully. "You having a brother and everything."

"I've kind got used to it by now." I smiled at him though; he was just trying to be nice. Even though Tristan was my biological brother, I considered Teddy to be my brother anyway. "He's really nice once you get used to him."

"Yeah, I bet. If he's anything like you I can believe it!" With that he picked me up and threw me over his shoulder and started to carry me downstairs.

"Let me go!" I laughed, screaming a little bit. He just laughed evilly and then started to go faster. "Teddy! Put me down!" I was laughing so hard I was crying now, tears streaming down my battered face. He just shook his head and went even faster. I was gasping and laughing and screaming and trying to hit him forcefully, but nothing was working. He wouldn't put me down.

"Okay. I'll put you down, but only if you promise to close your eyes and not do anything to hurt me or anyone else!" he urged, stopping abruptly and almost throwing me off of his shoulders. I nodded fervently, only wanting to get down off of this sick ride! "I can't hear you and I want to make sure that you promise!"

"Okay, fine! I promise to keep my eyes closed and not do anything to hurt you or anyone else." He smiled and then put his hand over my eyes. That caused me to pout and cross my arms. "I said I promised! You don't have to make sure I kept my promise!"

"Sorry, Acacia. It just so happens that with this certain surprise, I can't take any chances. If I do, Gran will probably kill me." I laughed at that and could just imagine his face. He was probably pouting, but with all seriousness on his face. He took my hand in his own and led me through darkness. I wasn't scared, just a little surprised that something was happening on my first day at Aunt Andy's. "Okay. Open your eyes."

"Fine," I said sulkily, opening my eyes and screaming at what I saw. It was James, Aspen, Fred and the rest of the Potters and Weasleys. I ran to James and gave him a hug; he laughed and hugged me back. "Aspen!" I screamed and hugged her, a huge smile on her face. And then there was Fred. I laughed and hugged him also, happy that I finally saw my friends again.

"What happened to your face?" James asked in the momentary confusion. I absentmindedly touched my face with my first three fingertips and realized that my face was still battered from the Malfoy beating. I hung my head and then came up with the perfect lie.

"I fell," I said sheepishly, looking James in the eyes underneath my lashes.

"Yeah, that sounds like something you do," Fred laughed, stepping over to me. I gave him a sarcastic evil glare.

"Shut it, Fred. I don't fall all the time!" I complained, laughing through my scowl.

"No. Just most of the time," Aspen shrugged, a sly smile playing on her lips. My jaw dropped and I could feel blood rushing up to color my cheeks.

"C'mon. Let's go outside. We have a lot to talk about!" James said, grabbing one arm while Fred grabbed the other and Aspen pushed my back.

"Wait! I need something! Let me go back inside!" I screeched, restraining against their desperate tries to get me outside. They suddenly stopped and looked at each other, struggling not to laugh. "What? Am I missing something?"

"Only if James goes with you." Aspen was smiling and I knew something was up. There was no way that they would send James upstairs with me unless they were planning something sinister.

"Why does James need to go with me if I'm just going up to my room to get something?" Fred just shrugged and pushed both me and James toward the house. I was kind of scared about what they were planning, but more excited to see it.

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James and I were up in my room. I was looking for Tristan's iPod and something to listen to it with. Frustration was hitting me hard and James was sitting quietly on my bed. Something that James just didn't do. Did something happen to him and the rest of them while I was gone for the three days, or was I just imagining that something was wrong?

"What's up? You're never this quiet," I asked from underneath the bed, trying to see if the iPod had fallen. It didn't.

"Nothing. Just kind of amazed at how much we all missed you," he said softly, messing with my bedspread.

"Yeah. Me too. Can you see if it's anywhere up there?"

"If what is anywhere up here?"

"Tristan's iPod. I had it like twenty minutes ago right up there and I'm not exactly sure where it went. I mean, it's not like an iPod can just get up and walk away, right?"

"Right. Well, it's not up here anyway. Maybe you should ask Tristan."

"Okay. Something is definitely wrong. You wouldn't willingly tell me to ask my brother anything. What's up? Hey! I found it! Now, we just need something to play music through." I crawled up from underneath my bed and saw him with a stupid little smile on his face and something in his hands. "What are those?"

"Speakers. Thought you might need them," he smiled, holding the speakers out to me. "But, I have one condition. We play the song that I want to be played."

"Fine." I rolled my eyes and held the iPod out to James. He obviously knew how to work it, because he didn't ask any questions and just played the song he wanted.

He opened his mouth and started to sing along with the deep voice coming through the speakers. "Sunset, Broadway are all the streets I like. Neon billboards that make me feel alive. I don't think they take me serious, normal life makes me delirious." Hey looked at me with another smile and I automatically knew that this was not going to be pleasant. "Come on! I can't do this by myself! Join in!"

"No. I can't sing. I'm not doing this!" I protested, getting up on the bed with him. He smiled and started jumping.

"Don't worry, neither can I." I sighed and then joined in, jumping with him and singing the lyrics. "Ever think of changin' your name, for all the attention you could gain? Has anybody told you your vain, bow down, bow down the sinners have the floor." I laughed and got down off the bed, thinking our game was done. He shook his head and pulled me back up, falling down on top of me. I pushed him off and looked up just as Aspen and Fred came into the room.

"Maybe we should . . ." Aspen said nervously, making to leave. Fred shook his head and grabbed her arm.

"This is part of the surprise," Fred said with a smile. Aspen's eyes widened and Fred pushed her up on the bed. We all started jumping and singing along with the song together at the top of our lungs. It was loud and off-key and exactly the way I wanted it.

"Why are we just junkies for fame? Why because it's burned in our brains. When we wake and we need it to stay up. You know I like it, I've always been a junkie for fame. Why are just junkies for fame? Why get rich, get high, get drunk on your desire. Stand back, relax now watch me start a fire. I don't think they take me serious, normal life makes me delirious.

"Ever think of changin' your name? For all the attention you could gain. Has anybody told you your vain? Bow down, bow down the sinners have the floor!

"Why are we just junkies for fame? Why because it's burned in our brains. When we wake and we need it to stay up. You know I like it, I've always been a junkie for fame. Why, why?

Ever think of changin' your name? So everyone will think you're a saint? Anybody told you, you ain't? Bow down, bow down the sinners want some more.

"Why are we just junkies for fame? Why because it's burned in our brains. When we wake up and we need it to stay up. You know I like it, I've always been a junkie for fame. Whey are we just junkies for fame? Why because it's burned in our brains. When we wake up and we need it to stay up. You know I like it, I've always been a junkie for fame.

"Why are we just junkies for fame? Why are we just junkies for fame? Why are we just junkies for fame? Why are we just junkies for fame?"

We all collapsed in a giant, breathless, laughing heap and I knew that this was how it was going to be for the rest of my life. No matter how hard the Malfoys hit me, no matter how hard life got, I would always have my three best friends to fall back on.

"I knew you had my iPod! Give it back!" Tristan said angrily, bursting into my room and causing us to laugh even harder.

Oh yeah, and my brother. He's someone I guess I can fall back on too.