Destructiveness Leads to Disaster

Summary: Lucy's never been the golden child. She's rebellious, stubborn, nothing like her almost-minister father Percy wants her to be. When she gets kicked out & runs to France, can her old friend Tyler help her? Or has he wronged her too many times?


"I cannot believe this."

Lucy cringed at her dad's voice, but she wouldn't let it show. She couldn't. She had to continue to be insolent, stubborn, indifferent. Otherwise it would hurt too much that she wasn't good enough for her parents.

Percy turned to look at his daughter from his seat at the kitchen table, where he was looking over her N.E.W.T. scores. The reason for what was soon to be a complete outburst.

"Four N.E.W.T.s?" he exclaimed. His left hand, clutching the paper with her results on it, was shaking and his face was steadily turning a dark shade of marroon. "Out of ten classes?"

Lucy bit her lip tightly. She wasn't going to cry. She refused to let her father think he'd won. Outwardly, she just shrugged.

"You can't do anything with four NEWTs!" he cried. "There's not a single job prospect for you! Not a single Outstanding, one Exceeds Expectations, and three Acceptables! You'll not be accepted into any program, no one will hire you." Percy slammed the NEWT score report down on the wooden kitchen table and stood up. Lucy saw her mother cowering in the doorway into the living room from the kitchen. Molly hovered slightly behind her, watching her younger sister with anxious eyes.

"I'll just nanny. Or be a waitress. Maybe a maid. People always need more of them," Lucy said, keeping the mask of indifference upon her face. What Lucy really wanted to point out was that of course she didn't do great, the only thing she was really good at was languages and there were no NEWTs for French, Spanish, Italian, Arabic, Gaelic, Marathi, and Russian, now were there? Not to mention the fact that she hadn't studied for the tests whatsoever. While every other seventh year had been completely frenzied and, sometimes, catatonic in their studying, Lucy had spent pleasant days sunbathing by the lake. She didn't care about grades, and wasn't going to pretend she did. Being naturally smart couldn't have helped her in NEWTs if she didn't study at all.

Behind Percy's flaming face and the steam rising out of his ears, Lucy saw Audrey wince and Molly clap a hand over her mouth. If there was one thing Percy didn't like, it was talking about settling for any kind of job when you could have more. And since he was well on the path to becoming minister, Lucy's settling would hurt him, as her rebellion had and would continue to do.

Molly had begun to settle down, only going out once a week or so, not even that. She didn't make a show, especially in the two years she'd been out of Hogwarts, and she hadn't done anything awful or wild in her last year, either. Lucy hadn't even come close to settling down. She was still rebelling with all her might, except she seemed to be the only one to know that she wasn't rebelling, this was just who she was.

She didn't care very much about school or grades. She liked to party; she liked to cause mischief. Sometimes she liked to be the center of attention, even if it wasn't for good reasons, but it was better than just being recognized for being Percy Weasley's daughter, a Weasley, niece of countless people with Orders of Merlin, insert class of your choice.

She hated it. No one else had a famous family. Not really. Sure, other people were famous, like Bobby Wood's dad, but for stuff like playing professional Quidditch. Not for saving the world. It was a burden to have to try to be perfect all the time. So Lucy had decided around fourth year that she just wouldn't try anymore. Only the younger kids seemed to have escaped the burden, anyway. Rose, Al, Hugo, James, Lily, Louis, Fred, Roxy – they were all perfect. The older kids were the ones who were the most messed up, except for Victoire. Victoire was perfect, of course. Molly used to be messed up, but she wasn't anymore. It seemed like she and Dominique were the only ones left. And wasn't Lucy paying for it.

"No," Percy practically growled. "You have no ambition, no drive. No foresight, no common sense. Your decisions show you lack integrity, as if everything else wasn't enough. These qualities are necessary in any person, especially one so particularly affiliated with prominent politicians, especially for the daughter of a Ministerial candidate. You will either go back to Hogwarts and retake your seventh year, or you will have tutors. You shall retake your NEWTs and you will earn at least eight NEWTs and get a good job with the ability to rise in the ranks. You will get your life back on track.

"There will be no more ridiculous behavior," Percy continued. "You will accompany your mother, your sister, and I to Ministry events, you will not dress scandalously," his distaste of his daughter's attire was evident in his twist of the word. He eyed her cutoff shorts and bare midriff with obvious disdain before closing his eyes to rid himself of the picture of his youngest daughter looking like, in his opinion, a harlot.

"And what if I don't want to?" Lucy snapped, interrupting in the brief moment Percy had stopped to take a brief before continuing.

Percy squared his shoulders and straightened to his full height, a steely look in his eye. "Then you are no longer welcome in this home."


Review, please! I want to know what everyone thinks! I've never written a story about Lucy and there doesn't seem to be very much on this website about her, so I thought I'd write something. I always pictured Percy's children to have serious daddy / parental issues and to be incredibly rebellious. Having a sister myself, I know how often parents compare their daughters - one's good, one's bad, one's reckless, the other's not, etc. I'm hoping to convey this in the story, as well as how much the family loves each other, even if they can't stand each other sometimes. So please review! And keep reading!