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
As I made my way to the Gryffindor table, I gave myself a small smile. Everyone was whispering and glancing at me. Some with vicious looks. I kept my head held high and refused to look away from the table. They would never see any weakness in me. I sat down next to Aspen and she gave me a small smile. "Good job," she whispered.
"Thanks," I answered, smiling a little bit wider. This was where I truly wanted to be! I think. In everything that I do, there is that little shadow of doubt in the back of my mind and this was no exception. Would I really be able to survive with people that were so different from me? I mean, there was James of course, and Aspen. But was there anyone else? I couldn't tell from the dirty looks everyone kept throwing at me.
"Are you gonna be happy here?" a seventh-year boy asked me.
"What?" I asked.
"Wouldn't you be happier with your other Slytherin friends?" he asked rudely.
"No I wouldn't," I said coolly, returning to my hard shell. "You must be thinking about my mother. Not me!"
The boy shrank back when I said this. There was no surprise that jumped over his features though. Maybe he just automatically assumed that I was mean and maybe I was, but that didn't give him any right to just assume so! There was a round of applause that came from the Gryffindor table, along with shouts of, "We got Harry Potter's son!" I could see James coming up behind me and take his seat next to me, but I didn't acknowledge him.
"We're both in Gryffindor!" he yelled loudly. He had a wide grin plastered onto his lips, but the smile disappeared when he saw the look on my face. "What's wrong?" he asked sweetly.
"Nothing," I said sulkily. James nodded and turned away. He was watching the sorting intently, as though it was the most interesting thing in the world. But I could see a silver tear making its way down his cheeks. I touched his shoulder. "What?" I asked in what I hoped was a concerned tone.
James turned to me with a look of pure anger on his face. I jumped back in fear. He didn't turn away, smile or laugh. He just continued to look at me, his eyes glistening with tears and his cheeks wet from previous tears that hadn't dried yet.
"I don't expect you to tell me everything," he finally said in a harsh, low voice, "but at least don't lie to me. I know when something's wrong. So don't you dare tell me nothing!"
I nodded slowly at this. He seemed generally angry with me. What I couldn't understand was why this complete stranger thought that he had complete jurisdiction over what I could and couldn't say to him! He literally had no idea what I'd been through for the past eleven years! He didn't and couldn't understand how much I needed this respite from the orphanage. How much I needed to know people that actually cared about me and could tell me what I was doing wrong and what I was doing right.
I saw Fred sit down on the other side of me and watched as his warm brown eyes looked at me, then James and back again. "Something wrong?" he asked stupidly.
I rolled my eye along with James and stared at Fred. "Are you completely mental, Fred?!" James whispered fiercely. Fred's eyes widened and he looked at me with fear etched plainly onto his features. He obviously was never snapped at like this by James before.
"Welcome to the club," I muttered under my breath. James turned to me with a malicious grin on his face. "What is that look for?" I wanted to know if he still hated me, hence the question.
"I don't hate you. It's like I've said before, I hate being lied to." It was this last statement that really bugged me. Why was he acting like my big brother, or my father? He had absolutely no relation to me and we just met a few hours ago. "I'm sure you hate being lied to also. Don't you?"
He said this in such a sickly sweet way that I had to contain myself from puking. The very least I could manage was a small not. He gave himself a small smile. "But before this conversation is over," I finally interjected," don't you ever talk to me like I'm younger than you, like you're my older brother, or that you're my father. You're not so don't pretend to be!"
Aspen let out a shriek of laughter and the three of us stared at her. "What? That was funny!" she said randomly. The three of us stared at each other and then back at her. Obviously she didn't understand that people don't usually burst into laughter when two people are fighting. Fred was the first one to laugh, then James and then me.
"Why are we laughing?" Fred hiccupped. That only made us laugh harder. We suddenly realized that no one else was talking and McGonagall was looking at us sternly over her spectacles. The Slytherins were giving us smirks, the Ravenclaws were glaring at us and the Hufflepuffs were grinning widely at us.
"Maybe we should shut up," I said with a large smile plastered onto my face. Everyone agreed and slowly looked up at McGonagall with sober faces.
"As I was saying before I was so rudely interrupted," she looked at us again. "First years should remember not to go into the Forbidden Forest. Mr. Filch has a list of restricted objects in his office if you would like to spend your free time checking that. But, without any further adieu, please have your meal and enjoy!"
Aspen, Fred, James and I all looked at each other and then at our plates of food. We didn't laugh for fear of being stared at again. We piled our plates with the delicious looking food. There were dinner things and dessert things and something called pumpkin juice. As soon as I lifted my fork, I felt something pelt the back of my head. I looked around and saw a group of Slytherins snickering behind their hands. James and Fred had livid expressions on their faces and Aspen wasn't paying any attention.
"Don't worry about it," I said quickly.
"Don't worry about it?! Acacia, if people are gonna throw things at you, I am gonna worry about it!" James said loudly. I could feel the eyes of Slytherins following our movements. I didn't want to draw anymore attention to our group. Fred was slowly turning redder and James was clenching his fists.
"James. Fred. It's not a big deal. Just stop." Aspen finally looked at us and then at the floor.
"What's this?" she asked with a frown.
"Nothing," I muttered. "James, Fred. Think about it. I'm Bellatrix Lestrange's daughter. You explained to me what she's done in the pat and they're parents probably told them horror stories about her. It's only natural."
Fred nodded and went back to shoveling food into his mouth. Aspen had stopped paying attention to us. We had quickly become used o the weird behavior of hers. James was the only one that kept looking at me. "I don't get it," he said, shaking his head slowly.
"What don't you get?" I asked nonchalantly around a mouthful of treacle tart.
"That you don't care about people throwing things at you."
"I care. But I figure that anger was probably one of the things that made my mum do all those things. Plus, anger is just another sign of weakness. I already promised myself that I wouldn't give anyone the satisfaction of me fiving into them."
James nodded at this and I took that to mean he would shut up. He soon opened his mouth though. "But—"
I rolled my eyes and looked at him. "But what? What more could you possibly say to me that you haven't said already?!"
"I guess nothing!" I nodded at him, gave a sarcastic smile and went back to my dessert.
"Can you read this for me? And tell me what you think of it?" Fred asked, pushing a piece of parchment towards me. I nodded and then read what it said.
"I
close both locks below the window
I close both blinds and turn
away
Sometimes solutions aren't so simple
Sometimes good
bye's the only way
And the sun will set for you
The sun
will set for you
And the shadow of the day
Will embrace the
world in grey
And the sun will set for you
In cards and
flowers on your window
Your friends all plead for you to
stay
Sometimes beginnings aren't so simple
Sometimes good
bye's the only way
And the sun will set for you
The sun
will set for you
And the shadow of the day
Will embrace the
world in grey
And the sun will set for you
And the
shadow of the day
Will embrace the world in grey
And the sun will set for you
And the shadow of the day
Will embrace
the world in grey
And the sun will set for you"
XoXo
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?
This one was probably the easiest to write and I actually love it, because it shows how strongwilled she is! Anyway, as with every chapter. REVIEW REVIEW REVIEW! Thanks to IAmCharlie and babiixilyx3 and hyperactive lioness and Lissa Wonderland for reviewing so faithfully! I love all of you! (In a non-gay way!)-Ed
