DISCLAIMER: I don't own Harry Potter. Everything except for my ideas and my character belong to J.K. Rowling and I proudly give that to her!
So, I came up with this idea while I was watching Meet The Robinsons (I know, how lame?). I hope you like it. Yes it is AU but I love it all the same!
XoXo
I looked at James with a huge smile lighting up my face. He shook the tears out of his eyes and looked down at his parents with a grimace. I wanted to touch him and ask him what was the matter, but he barely looked at me. I wanted to ask him what was wrong, but it was fairly obvious. His mother and father hated my guts. Though I had no idea why. He finally turned to me when the train pulled away from the station and he could no longer stare daggers at his fierce parents. I could see his blue eyes shining with tears and his black hair pulled low over his eyes.
"Who are you?" he asked confidently. I cowered back from the abruptness of his question. He still gazed at me with those intense eyes.
"Why?" I asked him as my way of an answer. My whole motto of grace and beauty was long forgotten by the time I gazed into his warm eyes.
"Because my parents don't like you and I want to know why!" he explained shortly. I shrugged my shoulders and looked out of the window. He suddenly reached his hand out, clasped my chin and forced me to look at him. I let out a gasp of surprise. He held my chin until my eyes focused on him. "Tell me why they don't like you!" he whispered fiercely.
"I don't bloody well know!" I practically screamed. "If I knew do you think I would be sitting with you instead of creating chaos around the train?"
He shook his head. Obviously he had no idea what I meant. "I don't know. How do you not know who your family was?"
"Because no one knew at the orphanage. My parents were wizards; the orphanage wasn't full of wizards. I believe that I was the only one, actually," I said matter-of-factly. He looked at me with a straight face, but then burst into laughter. "What?" I was hurt; people were wounded if they laughed at me. I raised my wand and looked at him with maliciousness glinting in my eyes.
"Nothing. You just sound older than eleven. Much older than eleven." He shrugged his thin shoulders. I looked at him with a look of something much less than reverie. He didn't understand that I knew what I sounded like. He didn't understand that I purposefully sounded like that so that I could fit in easier than I usually did. "You never answered me."
"What do you want to know? Who I think I am? Or who I know I am?" I asked him, I knew it was deep and that he probably couldn't handle it, but I knew that I could.
"Both," he replied easily. Obviously he wasn't new to this kind of thing. Be it flirting with girls, or answering deep questions.
"Well, I know I'm Lestrange. I don't know what that means, but that's what I am. What I know I am is that I am independent, and I know what I want and I will use any means to get it." I smiled at him and noticed that he was looking at me in a different light. We both heard a knock at the door and looked up simultaneously.
"There you are!" a red-headed, bright-eyed boy said excitedly. James' eyes brightened as soon as he saw his cousin. I looked back and forth between the two of them and saw few similarities. James was bright-eyed with laughter and intelligence while his cousin was bright-eyed with laughter.
"Dude! Fred!" James jumped up and I immediately sunk into the shadows. I wasn't content with that, but I was content with watching the cousins react to each other. They both looked at me and then started laughing.
"What?!" I asked furiously. That was one of the many things that I couldn't stand! Being laughed at! They stopped laughing right away and shrugged. "You'd better tell me! You have no idea what I can do!"
"Oh really? And what can you do Mistress Acacia?" James asked with a sarcastic smirk.
"I actually have no idea. I just hate it when people laugh at me for being different," I confessed, hanging my head. I always hated having lame excuses for anything.
"We weren't laughing at you silly!" Fred said with a smile. I looked up at him with confusion etched clearly into my face. "We were laughing at the fact that you would come and sit with a Potter!"
"What do you mean?"
"Your mother hated our parents!" I could see James shaking his head furiously. "Haven't you ever heard anything about your mum?" he asked, clearly confused. I shook my head with perfectly executed shame. "Weird. Your mum was pretty influential in some laws that were passed about sixteen years ago."
"Sixteen years ago?!" I asked in amazement. He nodded his head and looked at James. He shrugged but kept his eyes out of the window. "But I don't understand! What can you tell me about her?" I asked him, barely able to contain my excitement.
"Nothing much. Just the basic stuff that my mum and dad have told me. Like your mother was related to Teddy's grandmother and your mother killed her niece. How your mother almost killed my aunt but my grandmother stepped in and killed her. How she created a string of terror that no one could break. How do you not know any of this?"
"Because I was raised in a regular orphanage and not a wizard one!" I snapped at him. How could someone like him be so idiotic? "Why do you care what I do and don't know?!"
"How about I show you both something?" James intervened. I looked at him with my brown eyes as cold as they could get. I didn't care about how much they hated me at his moment, I just wanted to know why it mattered what I did and didn't know.
"Fine," I sighed, sinking back into my seat. For some reason, the news about my mother didn't surprise me. I guess I had gotten enough looks from other people to know that she and my father were horrible people. That they didn't have hearts and only cared about one person, themselves.
James dug out a guitar from underneath his trunk and pulled out a notebook. He flipped through a few pages and started strumming on the guitar. In a few minutes, the compartment was filled with sweet music.
"She came from a small town, hypnotized by the big city life. She came looking For a piece of action, All she got Was the big city life. She tried to convince herself, This Was leading somewhere. Just like on the last day of school, They were gone By the time she got there.
"She's like "wooooah" I finally found my place. And I'm like "wooooah" This girl can't keep them boys away. And she say's "nooo", see I used to have dreams. But I cashed in something long ago, that I can't redeem.
"Once you are, just another cut away, Now your scarred, And these scars won't fade. I still know, you don't get something for nothing, Without giving up your soul. She got the get it look with the drink in her hand. And she feels like no one. She tries to put the past behind her, but she still owes him. If I ever get out of this place, things will be different. She still hides at the bottom of the bottle, and cries when she looks in the mirror.
"She's like "wooooah" am I looking at myself. And I'm like "wooooah" I don't see nobody else and she say's "nooo", That's the price I paid And it'll cost me my life Just to get out of the game.
"Once you are, just another cut away, now your scarred, and these scars won't fade. I still know, you don't get something for nothing, without giving up your soul. Once you are, just another cut away, now your scarred, and these scars won't fade. I still know, you don't get something for nothing, without giving up your soul (x2)"
He looked at us expectantly. I looked at Fred with the same look of surprise on our faces. The other song that he showed us was good, but this one was deep. He was looking at us with that look of expectancy still written on his face. "It was amazing!" Fred burst out, giving his cousin a high five.
I shrunk out of the compartment and sat down on the floor, just outside of a loud compartment. I looked at my wrists, faint scars from past mistakes writing their stories on my arms. I could feel the hot, angry tears falling onto my cheeks. I knew that it was wrong, but how could I stop? My life was horrible and everyone hated me because I was a Lestrange! Like it was my fault I was the daughter of someone horrible! They weren't even looking for me! But maybe that was because they were glad to be rid of me. Maybe I would never know. But I did know one thing, I was expected to be hateful and evil and maybe I was. But I would make these people see that I wasn't going to become what they wanted me to be!
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So there you go. Another chapter in the life of Acacia. R&R. Tell your friends, tell them to tell your friends and don't forget to READ AND REVIEW!!!
Anyway, I liked the song because it really gave me inspiration for her next chapter. I know that it takes me forever to update, but I'll try for at least once a week from no on, okay?
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-Ed
