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I shared a look with Rose as soon as James let and the kids started to talk again. She came up onto the bed and sat down next to me. She smiled and I smiled back shakily. "Don't worry," she said with a smiled. "This happens every year and nothing happens to him. Aunt Ginny and Uncle Harry will just be mad for a little while."

"But what about your Mum and Dad? Won't they be mad?" I asked, my brows knitting together in confusion.

"Well, yeah. But so will Andromeda. They all know this is a tradition of hours. I bet they even did it when they were younger," Rose said matter-of-factly, not heeding the frightened look that I was giving her.

"Andromeda is going to be mad at me?" I asked, fright hiking my voice a pitch higher. Rose nodded, examining her younger brother on the floor. I could feel my heart beating faster than normal. I didn't think I could handle Andromeda getting mad at me.

"We both looked up when James opened the door quietly, his head hung solemnly. He shut the door and then turned to us with a huge smile. "We are so off the hook!" he said excitedly. Albus looked up at his brother, his green eyes flashing.

"Off the hook for what, James?" Albus asked, sitting next to Rose on the bed.

"What do you think, Al?" James asked angrily. Albus narrowed his eyes and it looked like a fight was about to break out.

"Knock it off you too!" Rose bit hotly. James turned his angry eyes to Rose's calm brown ones. "What? Are you going to argue with me too?

"No," James said sulkily.

"That's what I thought," Rose said hotly. James rolled his eyes, but looked at me all the same.

"How's your first real Christmas?" James asked, staring intently into my eyes.

"How do you know if this is my first real Christmas?" I asked back, rolling my eyes. "And besides. If all you're doing over holiday is getting in trouble, than you have fun with that."

"It's not about getting in trouble! It's about the satisfaction of the joke!" James said proudly. Rose, Albus and I all started to laugh at him. "What? Fred agrees with me! Right?"

Fred looked at us, his brown eyes smiling. "What are we talking about?" he asked, pulling Roxanne into his lap.

"The thrill of getting in trouble because of a joke. Is it all worth it?" I mocked. Rose and Albus laughed while James rolled his eyes.

"Of course! I mean, didn't you get a thrill from doing the tradition?" Fred asked, standing up and walking around the room, treading on a few children in the meantime.

I rolled my eyes at the two mental pranksters. They had absolutely no idea what they were talking about. Eventually it was going to catch up with them. They couldn't be young forever. You had to grow up or never get the respect that you truly deserved, wanted and needed.

We all started when Victoire opened the door, gaining a hug from her sister and a smile from her brother. She pointed at Rose, James and I and motioned for us to follow her. We silently got up as one and went downstairs. "I thought you said we were off the hook!" I hissed at James, keeping my eyes on Victoire's slim back.

"Yeah. With our parents. Grandmum is a different story," James said, his eyes growing wide. Rose was talking animatedly with Victoire so James and I were free to talk louder.

"Grandmum?! What is she going to do?" I whispered fiercely.

"How the heck should I know?"

"Why would she be mad at us?"

"Because she made all the food!"

"Oh, great. I have a woman that I've never even met mad at me and it's all your fault!"

"You could have said no at any point in time!"

"How the heck was I supposed to know what we were doing?"

"I told you what we were doing!"

"You said no such thing!"

"Would you two stop arguing?" Victoire exclaimed exasperatedly. "Grandmum's in here." She was pointing to the kitchen.

"Of course she's in there. Where else would she be?" James said nervously.

"Just get in there you loon!" Victoire put her cold hands on our backs and shoved us into the kitchen. A plump, red and gray haired woman was standing at the stove. She didn't acknowledge us at all.

"G-Grandmum?" Rose asked nervously, stepping up to the woman.

"No! Don't!" the woman shrieked, making us all jump with surprise. Who know the woman could be so loud? "I spend all yesterday, all morning and probably all afternoon making this food for the family and you three ruin it!"

"We're really sorry, grandmum. We weren't thinking about—"James pleaded, getting cut off again.

"Weren't thinking about what, James Sirius Potter?!" she shrieked again. This time she turned around and her eyes widened when she saw me. "You're not Fred."

"No. I am not Fred," I responded, a bit scared of her outburst.

"But . . . . But you're . . . . You're . . . ." she stammered, seemingly unable to finish her sentence. "You three can go. But James!" she said sternly. James turned around, fear etched into his face. "Send Andromeda in. I need to speak with her."

James nodded and we ran out of the kitchen. "Go find your aunt," he said breathlessly.

"She told you to do it!" I answered, a bit angry at him for making their grandmother seem sorry.

"But I need to go upstairs!"

"Why?"

"Because I need tot ell Al that I didn't get in trouble this time! You know, you're a good luck charm!"

"I am not! Just go tell your brother and I'll be up soon." I grumbled. He shot me a grin and then ran up the stairs with Rose on his tail.

I meandered into the living room, where all the adults were. I couldn't see Aunt Andromeda anywhere! I finally tapped one of the red-headed men on the shoulder. He turned his warm brown eyes to look at me and smiled. "Do you need something?" he asked warmly.

"I'm looking for Aunt Andromeda," I replied quietly.

"Aunt, huh? And who might you be that you're calling her Aunt?" he asked boldly, raising his fair eyebrows.

"Acacia," I responded lightly, not quite wanting to tell him my last name.

"Acacia what?" he asked inquisitively.

"Acacia Lestrange," I said quickly. I knew that he understood me though, because his cavalier attitude suddenly hardened.

"Hey, Andromeda!" he called gruffly. She turned around and waved at him.

"What do you need, George?" she smiled, coming over to us. She smiled at me and kissed my forehead.

"She wants you," he replied, walking away from us. Andromeda watched him quietly, pursing her lips. She then turned to me and smiled again.

"What's up?" she asked good-naturedly.

"Come this way!" I grabbed her hand and pulled her toward the kitchen.

"Why does Molly what me?"

"I don't know! Just go in there so I can go back upstairs!"

"All right. I'll go. But be good and don't you even dare think that we are through talking about your behavior!" Aunt Andromeda said sternly. I nodded and then rain up the stairs.

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A few hours later, we were all sitting around the dinner table. I was squished between James and Fred with Fred's father staring us down and Molly Weasley panicking every time she had to do something near me. The tables were placed all throughout the house, mainly because it was too cold to go outside and because there was a lot of people in the house. James and Fred were talking around me and I felt a pair of hands on my shoulders. I looked up and saw Teddy smiling down at me. "How do you like it so far?" he asked sweetly.

"It's good. Why are you here?" I asked, smiling back at him. He pouted and then burst into a smile.

"I was just checking. No need to be testing. Anyway, Gran said that we were staying the night. Just thought I'd let you know. That's it. Bye." Teddy let go of my shoulders and then walked away, leaving me alone with Fred and James and George.

"No way! You're staying here!" James exclaimed, excitement evident in every inch of his face. "We live right next door! This last holiday week is going to be epic!"

I smiled back at him, but then frowned when I saw George's intent glare. "Why does your dad hate me?" I whispered to Fred.

"I dunno, let me ask him. Hey, dad?" he asked. George turned to him with his brown eyes suddenly bright.

"Yes?" George answered, smiling widely.

"Why do you hate Acacia?" Fred asked blatantly. George's smile quickly disappeared and he turned to me.

"Not now, son," George muttered, staring at me.

"Fine. But I'm not a little kid anymore! I'm eleven I hope you know!" Fred said indignantly. This brought a round of laughter from both James and me. Fred looked at us with his intent brown eyes and frowning. "What? I am!"

"Whatever you say, Fred," James spluttered.

"We believe you," I said, struggling not to laugh.

"Good!" Fred sulked. James and I continued to laugh throughout dinner and eventually just gave up trying to eat altogether.

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When the meal was over, I was trudging up the stairs to Ginny's old bedroom with Rose on my tail when I heard something coming from one of the closed doors. It was Victoire's room. I stopped and listened for a little while. There was a guitar playing and then I heard her singing.

"Did you forget
That I was even alive
Did you forget
Everything you ever had
Did you forget
Did you forget
About me?

Did you regret (did you regret)
Ever standing by my side
Did you forget (did you forget)
What we were feeling inside
Now I'm left
To forget
About us

But somewhere we went wrong
We were once so strong
Our love is like a song
You can't forget it

So now I guess
This is where we have to stand
Did you regret
Ever holding my hand
Never again
Please don't forget
Don't forget

We had it all
We were just about to fall
Even more in love
Than we were before
I won't forget
I won't forget
About us

But somewhere we went wrong
We were once so strong
Our love is like a song
You can't forget it

Somewhere we went wrong
We were once so strong
Our love is like a song
You can't forget it

And at last
All the pictures have been burned
And all the past
Is just a lesson that we've learned
I won't forget it
Please don't forget
About us

But somewhere we went wrong
Our love is like a song
But you won't sing along
You've forgotten
About us"

The guitar playing stopped and I opened up the door, watching silently as Victoire put the guitar back in its case, silver tears dripping like pearls onto the guitar case. She looked up at me and then quickly wiped them away, trying not to show me her weakness. "What are you doing in here?" she asked, not angrily just wondering what I was doing.

"I'm sorry. I was just wondering what you were doing," I said, hanging my head.

She laughed and then walked over to me, enveloping me in a hug. She then came down to my height and stared me in the eyes. "Don't you ever try to grow up too fast, all right? Out of all the things you can promise me, make sure that that is the one you keep." I nodded hurriedly and she seemed satisfied. She kissed me on the forehead and then followed me up to my room. "You must be exhausted. Let's get you to bed, okay?"

I nodded silently and then changed into my pajamas, shivering in the sudden cold. I slipped into my bed, falling asleep quickly and silently, listening to the steady breathing of Rose and Dominique. I dreamed of pleasant things, of family and friends but also of the cold stare of George and what I could have done to deserve that.

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This was the first of three chapters to go over the Christmas! Hope you liked it and it was better than the last one! READ AND REVIEW!