Bad Girls Like Bad Boys

Chapter 1

FIVE YEARS LATER

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Vicky sat in her small dark room, at Grimmauld Place, only lit up by the streetlamps outside. She was leaning over piece of parchment paper with a quill in hand. She was writing slowly, thinking over the words she was writing - trying to find the right words to use for an assignment. She was so concentrated that she couldn't even hear her cat - a fluffy black cat with a bitter personality - meowing and clawing on the blanket on Vicky's bed - well, the one she had borrowed when her family had practically moved into the house. Her hand moved slightly, as she was about to write something on the parchment, but she stopped when the light from the streetlamp flicked and the light suddenly disappeared. Her eyes flicked, as she searched for things outside her window, until she found the source of where the light was disappearing to. 

Moody was standing outside, with some other people from the Order of Phoenix beside him, plus Harry Potter. Vicky looked at them all for a few seconds, as more streetlamps turned off. And a few seconds later, Vicky couldn't see them anymore, all of the light had disappeared - only the moon and the stars shining. The young girl sighed, putting down her quill as she couldn't write any more because of the darkness. 

The only thing she could see now, was the yellow eyes of her bitter cat - Nox - who was staring right at her. Vicky didn't care about it very much, she was used to Nox staring at her as if she was an idiot all of the time. She stopped caring about it after about a month after she got her, in her second year for her birthday - she didn't know why, but she got the small kitten, who probably didn't like her very much. 

She heard the door open downstairs, and hushed whispers filled the house. She was on the second floor, which resulted with her almost hearing everything that was said. Not to mention the times the portrait of old Mrs Black would start screaming, all of her insults with the same theme - having something to do with their blood; 'mudblood', 'blood traitor', 'half-blood', 'disgrace to the Black family'. The last one was often directed toward Sirius Black, as he was the owner of the house and he was the oldest son of Mrs Black - and she had disowned him a long time ago, long after he was sorted into Gryffindor. However, the only one who hadn't been insulted in the house - except for the old house elf, Kreacher - was Vicky. But Vicky was probably only respected by Mrs Black, the old house elf and her own mother - if Dumbledore or Professor Snape wasn't around. So, sometimes some people talked to her - but she was the only Slytherin, so she was seen as the disgrace of the Weasley family. That's why she sat alone in her dark small room, and why she didn't share with one of her siblings. No one wanted anything to do with her - well, except for her mother, who still treated her like she was her precious princess. 

Vicky had been so wrapped up in her own thoughts, that she didn't even hear when Harry had walked past her room to get to her twin's room. However, she did hear when someone knocked on her door. Her eyes flicked toward it, just like Nox's eyes did, and she stared at the door for a few moments. 

"It's me, dear," said the familiar gentle voice of her mother. Vicky let out a sigh of relief, standing up quickly and moving towards the door. She opened the door slowly, her warm brown eyes meeting the identical pair that her mother had. "Hi, darling."

"Hey, Mum," murmured Vicky, as her mother pulled her into a gentle hug and pressed a kiss to her cheek. 

"The meeting has started," whispered Mrs Weasley, putting a gentle hand on Vicky's soft cheek. "It's only you and I left."

"Okay," whispered Vicky, nodding. "I'll be down in a moment."

Mrs Weasley nodded with a smile, pressing a quick kiss to her daughter's cheek, before she turned on her heel and started walking down the stairs quietly. Vicky sighed, leaning against the door frame. She turned and walked back into her room quickly. She took a look at herself in the mirror, deeming herself pleasant enough - with a pair of loose jeans, an emerald sweater with the Slytherin snake on her chest and a pair of black Converse. She looked at her hair for a moment, deciding that it looked fine - with her dark brown curls pulled back in a high ponytail. And her face looked clean, she looked clean and she smelled good - of the expensive perfume she had gotten from her best friend, Nat, for her birthday.