DISCLAIMER: I don't own Harry Potter, only my ideas. Nor do I own the lyrics, they are Carolina Liar and the song is Show Me What I'm Looking For. And this chapter is dedicated to Hyperactive Lioness a.k.a. my bestie/cousin! We sang this during the Harry Potter premiere and I still haven't been able to forget it! I luff you Gab!

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"What did you just say to me?!" he screeched trying to step forward, but not daring because of Tristan out in the hallway. "I'll ask you one more time! What. Did. You. Just. Say. To. Me?!" His face had turned a splotchy red color and a vein in his temple was standing out. I just stared at him with passive interest. He didn't frighten me anymore, at least not while Tristan was standing protectively outside of the door. "Do you enjoy aggravating me, girl?"

"Yes," I nodded, smiling at him. "And I do have a name. You may have forgotten, Acacia Grace Lestrange!" He narrowed his eyes and walked out of the room, anger clouding his face. I sighed and sank down on the bed, tiredness hitting me like a train wreck. I could hear quick steps entering my room and saw Tristan's legs stopping at the bed.

"Are you all right?" he asked concernedly, his eyes twinkling like the big brother he was. I nodded solemnly, lying back on the bed. "Good job with him, by the way. I don't think he expected that from you."

"Obviously not," I whispered, tears coming out of my eyes like raindrops.

"What's the matter?" he asked sweetly, his eyes narrowing in suspicion and his hands clasping mine. "What did he do to you?"

"Nothing," I said loudly, turning away from him. "But don't you ever wish that we could just have a normal family? One that isn't shrouded in the dark clouds because of our mother and father and aunt?" He smiled. Not a happy smiled, but an angry and harsh smile. "What? What's up?"

"You talk like your sixteen, not twelve," he laughed. It wasn't really a laugh, but more like a bark of frustration. "It's kind of scary." I nodded, getting up and grabbing crutches from the side of the bed. "Where are you going?"

"I want to go home," I whispered, he nodded and opened the door for me. "Tristan." He looked at me, concern evident on his handsome face. "Not back to the Malfoys. I want to go back to the orphanage. That's the only real home that I've known. At least one person cared about me back there." Tristan stepped towards me and enveloped me in his warm arms and squeezed, trying to not to hurt me. I could feel the sobs coming and just cried into his shirt.

My life had gone from bad to worse within two days. First I have to go live with the Malfoys, that was just horrible and second Draco hates me and I have bruises from him. Life is just freaking wonderful! Tristan was rubbing my back like the good big, protective brother that he was and saying something that I couldn't hear.

"What happened to her?" a snide voice that sounded a lot like Scorpius whined. "Why is she crying?"

"Because you're here!" Tristan snapped sarcastically. I could hear a snort that came from Scorpius and then quick steps that alerted me to Narcissa's presence.

"Could you please get away from her, Tristan? We need to go home," she said curtly, completely missing the fact that I was crying. "That means now."

"What if she doesn't want to go home?" he asked anger obvious in his voice. "What if she would rather go back to orphanage and stay there? Have you ever thought about that, Narcissa?!"

"Tristan. I mean now. We're all leaving. Even you, Acacia. Come on," she hissed quietly, grabbing Scorpius' hand and walking down the hallway. I looked up at Tristan and sighed, wiping the tears off of my cheeks. I nodded and took off down the hallway, my slow steps going in contrast with Narcissa's quick ones and some sort of odd beat. Tristan then added his medium steps; we were some sort of beating family. Ironic how things like that work out.

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We arrived back at the house, our entire family shoved into one car and completely silent. Tristan had dug his Muggle iPod out from somewhere and we were sharing earbuds, trying not sing out loud. "Wait, I'm wrong. Should have done better than this. Please, I'll be strong. I'm finding it hard to resist, so show me what I'm looking for!" I smiled at Tristan, trying to convey that this was the perfect song. He nodded and almost laughed, but turned it into a violent cough which made me laugh.

Finally we couldn't contain ourselves any longer and started to whisper the words. "Save me, I'm lost. Oh lord, I've been waiting for you. I'll pay any cost. Save me from being confused. Show me what I'm looking for! Show what I'm looking for! Oh, lord!" Narcissa looked back at us from where she was sitting and shot us a death glare. I fell silent and then looked at Tristan who was singing louder and was coaxing me to sing too.

"Don't let go. I've wanted this far too long. Mistakes become regrets," I sang the next part at the top of my lungs at Draco. "I've learned to love abuse! Please show me what I'm looking for!" He looked back at me and glared at me for a very long time. I smiled and continued singing, but now I was enjoying myself and Tristan joined in again.

"Save me, I'm lost. Oh lord, I've been waiting for you. I'll pay any cost, save me from being confused. Show me what I'm looking for! Oh, Lord. Show me what I'm looking for! Show me what I'm looking for! Show me what I'm looking for! Save me, I'm lost! Oh Lord, I've been waiting for you! I'll pay any cost, save me from being confused! Show me what I'm looking for! Show me what I'm looking for, oh Lord. Show me what I'm looking for! Show me what I'm looking for! Show me what I'm looking for! Save me, I'm lost. Oh Lord, I've been waiting for you. I'll pay any cost, just save me from being confused. Wait, I'm wrong. I can't do better than this. I'll pay any cost, save me from being confused. Show me what I'm looking for. Show me what I'm looking for. Show me what I'm looking for. Show me what I'm looking for. Oh Lord."

I looked at Tristan and smiled, laughter bubbling inside my chest despite what had happened that day. We lurched to a stop in front of Malfoy Manor and Scorpius and Narcissa scrambled out, leaving me and Tristan alone with Draco. He reached his hand back and ripped the earbuds out of our ears. "Ow!" I screeched, pain trickling through my ear as Tristan reached up to grab his own ear. "What the bloody hell was that for?!"

"Language, Acacia," he said calmly and in a disgusting, sickly sweet way. I shuddered involuntarily and didn't know why. "If I ever see you two with one of these Muggle things again, you will never see the daylight again!"

"Not like we do now," Tristan muttered under his breath. Draco turned to him and glared again.

"What?!" he howled, anger visible in his voice. "What did you say to me, boy?!"

"He has a name! In case you didn't know! It's Tristan!" I hissed at my cousin angrily. He growled, but didn't make any moves toward me.

"I want both of you up in your rooms. Now! And I don't want to hear any sounds! If I do there will be hell to pay!" Tristan and I nodded solemnly and trudged into the house, not even heeding the chattering that was coming from the kitchen. I couldn't even look at my brother, knowing that it was my fault he was in trouble now.