DISCLAIMER: I don't own Harry Potter, which is lame! I don't own the lyrics either! My life is lame! They're The Rasmus' and the song is called No Fear!

So I feel the need to say this, I have twenty-three chapters! The longest I've ever had on a single story! Ever!

XoXo

Girl,
You lived your life like a sleeping swan
Your time has come
To go deeper

I looked up when I saw James standing in front of me. He blinked rapidly and his eyebrows were raised with half anger and half amusement. I turned away from him and pouted. I didn't want him to see me like this, again. It made me feel weak and all he did was stand there and smile. I hated it! "You okay?" he asked with a smile in his voice. I nodded, my head buried in hands. "You're lying. Again. What happened?"

"Nothing," I said defiantly. Not meeting his eyes. He sighed and then sat down next to me, pushing me with his shoulder. I smiled and then gave him a huge.

"Now are you going to tell me what happened?" he asked sweetly, being the normal James.

"Sure. I was in the lavatory with Victoire and she said something about my mother being evil and I kind of blew up and told her that I wanted to know why I couldn't think for myself and just believe that my mother had some good in her. And I ended up out here. How's that for an interesting story?" James smirked and rolled his eyes, pulling me up to my feet.

"Typical Acacia. Getting upset at nothing," James laughed. I mock-glared at him and then just stared laughing. He walked out of the common room with a huge grin on his face; I followed him, my voice ringing with laughter. We continued to walk down the corridor, but stopped when we heard loud, heavy footsteps ringing down on the stones of the hallway. It was our Herbology teacher and Head of House, Professor Neville Longbottom.

"Lestrange! Just who I wanted to see!" he panted, stopping as soon as he saw us. "Professor McGonagall wants to talk to you. As soon as possible!" I looked at James who shrugged and went back to looking bored. "That means now, Lestrange!" I nodded and took off down the hall, James jogging behind me, but then I remembered something. He never told us where to go!

We both turned around and ran into Longbottom's office, where he was sitting calmly, apparently hard at work. He looked up when we entered his door and then sighed noticeably. "Sorry, Professor," I said with sincerity. "We were only wondering where Professor McGonagall was."

"Oh, yes. You would need to know that," he said, nodding, "I believe that she is in the Great Hall. Just go that way, and if not, then check her office."

"But we're not allowed in there!" James said his eyes wide with excitement at possibly being allowed to go to McGonagall's office.

"Well, I give you permission if the need be. But, Potter! Before you leave, take you and Lestrange's schedules. You'll need them for the rest of the day!" James nodded and ran out of Longbottom's office. He came up to me, waving our schedules in the air. I smiled and took mine from him.

"No way! Charms, Defense Against the Dark Arts, Potions, Transfiguration, and double Herbology for today, Wednesday and Fridays! This has got to be the best year ever!" James whooped excitedly, I nodded and laughed, stopping as soon as I saw McGonagall.

"Professor McGonagall!" I yelled at her, running down the hall and stopping in front of her.

"Hello Lestrange, Potter. Missed you at breakfast this morning," she said politely, smiling a real smile down at us.

"Yes, well, we had a bit of a late start!" James said smoothly. She laughed at that and then looked at me with serious eyes.

"Lestrange. Your Aunt Narcissa will be here in an hour or two to meet you. You will be living with her now, she already contacted the orphanage and everything is arranged. You need to be presentable and respectable and look like your mother. I promise you that she will love you if you act and look like her eldest sister," McGonagall said seriously. My eyes widened and I felt my jaw drop. "Close your mouth, it is unbecoming. Listen, I know that this comes as a shock, but please, try to greet it with as much delight as you can possibly muster. I don't agree with this, but it is the way it must be."

"But what about Aunt Andy? Why can't she be my guardian?" I asked, attitude creeping into my voice.

"Your Aunt Narcissa believes that your mother would have wanted her closest sister to be your guardian. I couldn't sway her, I am sorry." I nodded and hung my head, tears gathering in my eyes. I refused to let them fall, I had cried too much over my family. They didn't deserve my tears! I turned away from McGonagall and hurried back to the common room with James on my tail.

XoXo

Girl,
Your final journey has just begun
Your destiny chose the reaper

I was sitting in Charms with Aspen beside me. We were passing notes beneath the desk and making sure that we looked like we were paying attention.

Where were you this morning?-AG

I had to talk to Professor McGonagall about something-AL

Is something wrong?-AG

No. She just told me some interesting news about my family-AL

Oh, no. Let me guess. You have to live with the Malfoy's?-AG

How did you know?-AL

Just a lucky guess. But I heard that that Tristan lives with them-AG

Really?!-AL

Yeah, I could have guessed that that would have made your day. When are you meeting the Malfoys?-AG

Today, like in an hour or so. McGonagall said that she would come and tell me when she was here-AL

Bloody hell!! Flitwick is looking at us! Tell me more later, K?-AG

We looked up and Flitwick was indeed looking at us. But Professor McGonagall was standing beside him. I sank down into my seat, but she just looked at me over her spectacles. "Lestrange! Up here, please!" he said, pointing at me. I nodded and stood up, walking over to where McGonagall and Flitwick were standing with my head down. McGonagall threw her arm over my shoulder and lead me out of the room.

"All right. You look presentable, you look fine and if you look good enough, you'll impress Narcissa. Now, go get them and don't worry about anything she says. She's just comparing you to her sister. All right? Okay, now come along." I followed McGonagall to a quaint little room that I didn't know existed.

A woman with long, pale blonde hair and a man that was obviously her son were waiting for me. They were both scowling and I couldn't help but shrink behind McGonagall's robes. "A timid little thing. That is one trait that would never be accepted by her mother! I can guarantee you that! She has the dark hair that was Bella's, Bella's face; she actually looks exactly like her mother! And, what house did you say she was in, Minerva?" she asked snidely, I could tell that I was going to hate this woman.

"Gryffindor, Narcissa. As I have told you multiple times!" McGonagall said through gritted teeth.

"Right, well. Is there anyway that we could changed that? I can't imagine any daughter of Bella actually wants to be in Gryffindor!" my aunt scoffed, not even looking at me. I looked at the man behind her and realized that Scorpius looked exactly like him. It had to be his father! I can't imagine that a Malfoy would be happy that his son got into Gryffindor!

"No, there is not, Narcissa. I'm sorry. And besides, I believe that your niece loves it in Gryffindor! She has even made three truly wonderful friends!" McGonagall said with a smile in my direction. It was a little strained, if I noticed correctly.

"Oh really? And who are these so-called friends of hers?" Narcissa asked coldly, looking straight at me with her harsh silver eyes.

"James Potter, Aspen Green and Fred Weasley!" I said proudly. "And yes, they are blood traitors and wonderful people, the lot of them!" My Aunt narrowed her eyes and walked out. Somehow I knew that wasn't the last I would see of her and I was kind of happy about that.

Kind of.

No Fear
Destination Darkness
No Fear
Destination Darkness
No Fear

Girl
The rain falls down from the northern skies
Like poisoned knives
With no mercy

Girl
Close your eyes for the one last time
Sleepless nights
From here to eternity

No Fear
Destination Darkness
No Fear
Destination Darkness
No Fear