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 up at Fred with a smile gracing my features. It wasn't rare to see a smile, but rare to see a smile this big upon my lips. He looked at me with expectant eyes so I decided to prolong the judgment by holding up a finger to my lips. I pursed my lips and then looked at James, who I knew was looking over my shoulder and then at Aspen who was looking at Fred. "It was . . . pretty good. Phrasing could have been a little better." I watched as his face went from bright and cheery to downcast and cloudy. "I'm just kidding. I really have no idea what I'm talking about," I laughed. "It was really good. I mean it."
"Good. I thought you were being serious for a second there," he sighed. James laughed and then looked at me.
"I guess it's just another trait right?" he laughed. I rolled my eyes, but nodded.
"Yes," I said, my voice dripping with sarcasm. "I have absolute control over when to be serious and when not to be. Can't you tell?"
"No, I couldn't. Please try not to make it so obvious next time," James replied. We collapsed in another bout of laughter.
This all seemed so perfect. Almost too perfect. There was the four of us, the two girls and the two guys. Would my mother be proud of me for making friends with Gryffindors? Did I care? One of the older Gryffindors came up behind me and tapped me on the shoulder. I turned around and smiled at her. "Yes?" I asked politely.
She narrowed her eyes. "Are you sure your mother would have appreciated you laughing? Because it seems very uncharacteristic of her," she said harshly. I gasped and James looked over. Anger flashed in his bright eyes.
"Considering I didn't know her, I can't really say. But I'm sure she laughed at least once in her lifetime," I said slowly.
"Yes, well, I highly doubt it. From the stories I've heard at least," she replied snidely.
"Well then the stories you've heard are wrong!" James snapped. I looked at him with anger etched into my face. He shrugged, but continued to look at the girl.
"I don't think so," she said snidely. "My mother experienced first-hand the horrors of your mother."
"Who's your mother?" I asked impolitely. Her eyes widened but I continued to look at her. If there was any truth in her statement, she could answer the question.
"I don't feel inclined to answer your question," she said slowly, choosing her words. Her grey eyes were skating over the four of us. Aspen finally looked at the girl, her overlarge blue eyes probing her.
"Why do you care?" she asked in that weird way of hers. "She's not her mother. She's never known her mother. And I have a pretty good feeling that she will not end up like her mother."
I nodded and flashed a smile at Aspen. She just continued to look at the older girl with unyielding eyes. "This is not the last you have heard from me!" she spat.
The four of us nodded, but didn't pay anymore attention to her. We looked up when McGonagall stood. She gazed at all of us over her spectacles. "Now that you've all been fed, I would like to send you off with one last word. Goodnight. Sleep and wake up tomorrow morning with a sense of eagerness to learn."
With that, we all stood up from our tables and made our way to the houses we were sorted into. We followed a head boy and a head girl to where we were staying. We walked up staircases that we moving, past pictures that walked and talked, past ghosts that acted as though they were still living. I could hardly believe my eyes when I saw the portrait of the Fat Lady. She was covered in pink silk and had a very regal manner about her. The head boy stepped up to her and said the password, "Licorice wand." She swing open and let us pile in.
"Hey! Acacia! I have two people that I want you to meet!" James called from the fireplace.
He was sitting with a boy and a girl. The boy had a handsome, heart-shaped face, bright pink hair and soft brown eyes. The girl had an incredibly beautiful face, a waterfall of white-blonde hair rippling down her back and warm blue eyes. They both looked happy until the boy saw my face. His eyes burned with anger, his hair turned a fiery red and his body went rigid. The girl's eyes widened as she looked at James and then at me.
"Teddy, Victoire. This is Acacia Lestrange," James said proudly. I looked back at Aspen and Fred, who shrugged and sat down on different chairs. "Acacia. This is Teddy Lupin and my cousin, Victoire Weasley."
I looked from James to Victoire and then back. I had to keep from bursting out in laughter. It was hard to believe that the gorgeous Victoire Weasley was related to the sub-par James Potter. Teddy's eyes were still narrowed in on me. I could tell that he hated me, that much was clear. And it was obvious that he had a basis for his hate, unlike the rest of them. But what was it? He answered my question within seconds of thinking it.
"Lestrange?" he spat. I had always found my last name intriguing, but obviously I thought wrong. "So you're the infamous Bellatrix Lestrange's daughter. Do you know what your mother did to mine?" I shook my head. "Of course not. Well, I'll tell you what she did to both my father and my mother! She blatantly murdered my father. Then looked over his body and murdered my mother! The only thing good that came out of it was the fact that your mother died too, and they died in each other's arms. Your mother was a damn good bitch and she had you with that son of a bitch that caused all this chaos!"
I could feel my eyes fill with hot, shameful tears and my cheeks grew red with heat. Victoire looked at me with sympathetic eyes and then hit Teddy. "Teddy!" she shrieked. "She's just a kid! She wasn't involved in any of that stuff! Her mum was a bad person, we understand that. Don't take it out on her! Can't you see that she's been through enough? She never did anything to you!"
Victoire stood up and wrapped her arms around me. I leaned into her and sobbed harder than I ever had before. She was comforting me. That was something I had never experienced. I felt a pair of strong arms wrap around me. I looked up and saw that Teddy had softened up and was now comforting me as a way of saying sorry.
"What my mum did i-isn't my f-fault!" I protested, pushing away from the both of them. I looked at them with my eyes red and swollen. I didn't understand how he could think that it was fine that he just yelled and swore at me and now he thinks that it's fine to apologize.
"I know. I'm sorry. I just never got my feelings out before this. Sorry, again. I'm sure you're nice!" Teddy said apologetically.
I looked at him skeptically, but then looked at James who looked flabbergasted at my sudden outburst of tears. I looked up at Victoire who nodded shortly. I looked back up at Teddy and embraced him. He seemed nice enough; at least he apologized where other people would have laughed at my tears.
"Well, I'm tired," Victoire announced. Teddy nodded and went to the boy's dormitory steps. "Don't stay up too late!" She called to the four of us. "Remember that you still have schoolwork tomorrow!"
We nodded and James practically shoved Victoire up the stairs. He turned back to us and grinned widely. He sat down next to me on the sofa and gazed into my eyes with his own blue ones. He smiled and then jumped up. "I forgot something! I'll be right back!" He pulled Fred with him and Aspen and I just watched them.
"What is going on with them?" I asked Aspen with a smile plastered onto my face.
"I have no idea!" she said with a laugh, I looked at her and I started to recognize someone that I had seen walking down the hall.
"Hey!" I said loudly. Her eyes widened with surprise and I couldn't suppress my excitement. "You're Luna Lovegood's daughter!"
"Yeah! I am!" she shouted. We both collapsed into laughter and then stopped as soon as we saw James and Fred. James was carrying a radio in one hand and a roll of parchment in another. "What are we doing? Does this involve pain?"
"No!" Fred said quickly, sitting down next to Aspen. James sat next to me and turned the radio on. A song turned on that I knew.
"Oo
oo little red,
With your heart in Stalingrad,
Oh, it kills me
how they hate you,
But they just don't understand.
Oh red,
When
they put me on the stand,
I will testify I loved you,
And I'm
not ashamed to be your comrade."
I looked at James with questioning in my eyes. "What are we doing?" I asked cautiously.
"Playing a game I like to call, Truth!" James said loudly. "Basically you ask questions about each other and you absolutely have to say the truth. If you don't then you're out and if you refuse to answer the question, you're out. You win when everyone is out and you answer a question truthfully. Understood?" The four of us nodded. "All right. I'll go first. Worst thing that's ever happened to you?"
"That's easy. When I puked in front of everyone that Thanksgiving day," Fred said quickly.
"Oh yeah. I remember that. Good answer!" James said approvingly. "Aspen?"
"When my mum told me what happened in the Battle of Hogwarts," Aspen said slowly. James nodded and then turned to me.
"Acacia?"
"Finding out that everyone hates me here," I said with defiance. James nodded and then turned to Fred.
"Your turn!" he said loudly.
"Okay . . . favorite color!" Fred asked lamely.
"Blue," James said.
"Green," I said.
"Pink," Aspen replied.
"Aspen?" James said. It was her turn to answer a question.
"Best thing that has ever happened to you!"
"When Albus was born because that meant I had someone to pick on!" James replied with a smile.
"The first time we ever pranked someone," Fred said with a smile.
"This. This whole place. You guys! Everything!" I laughed.
The game went on for a little while, with the song playing in the background. The last thing that I can remember is us laughing so hard we collapsed on the sofa.
"Red,
red, baby's a red,
She's blood red,
Baby's a red,
The feds
said,
"Lock her in lead,
She's red," but I love
her.
(Hammer and sickle on my mind.)
Oo oo little
red,
It's not like McCarthy said,
Though we differ on
religion,
We both support the working man.
Oh red, if the bombs
fall on our lands,
Then our politics won't matter,
Only that I
loved you until death.
(Hammer and sickle...)
Red, red,
baby's a red,
She's blood red,
Baby's a red,
The feds
said,
"Lock her in lead,
She's red," but I love
her.
Oh, yea, baby's a red,
She's blood red,
Baby's a
red,
The feds said,
"Lock her in lead,
She's red,"
but I love her.
I want to touch you, and I'm not afraid,
I
want to touch you , and I'm not ashamed,
I want to tell you, that
I'm not afraid,
They'll burn us at the stake!
I want to
love you, and I'm not afraid,
I want to love you, and I'm not
ashamed,
I want to love you, and I'm not afraid, oh baby.
Hammer
and sickle on my mind.
Saint Petersburg in summer time.
Hammer
and sickle on my mind.
Stars over Moscow shining bright.
Hammer
and sickle on my mind.
The shores of Astrakhan are fine.
Hammer
and sickle on my mind.
Red, red, baby's a red,
She's blood
red,
Baby's a red,
The feds said,
"Lock her in
lead,
She's red," but I love her."
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 my personal favorite because I loved writing the different emotions. I'm watching Aladdin…why, I have no idea! Anyway. REVIEW!!! Please! And so many 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
