Written For the Quidditch League Fanfiction Competition
Tutshill Torandoes Seeker
Word Count: 1081
At the beginning of each school year, Uncle Harry always reminded them that they could choose the house they wanted. But for her first year at Hogwarts, she knew it was more directed at her cousins Rose and Albus. He tried to hide it, but Lucy had always known she was his least favorite niece. She didn't know why, but she was everyone's least favorite niece. They even liked Molly more than they liked her. Lucy knew she was a lot quieter then all of her cousins. She even knew she was not as pretty as Molly. But she didn't know why silence always spread in the house when she walked into a room.
So when Albus was talking to his father about his fears, Lucy slipped away from the crowd. She pulled the hood of her sweater over her hair and sat on a nearby bench. From her perch she could see the parents and students milling about. It seemed chaotic, but she could see the beauty of it. Her interest was drawn to a boy with hair as vibrant as hers, although silver rather than red. Unlike everyone else, he stood quietly with his father and mother and observed the crowd much in the same way she was. His silver eyes caught hers, and she saw an echo of calm in his eyes. She nodded her head and he nodded back. The train whistle blew and she slipped onto the train with a quick goodbye to her parents.
The train ride was... discouraging. Victoire had took it upon herself to make sure that Lucy sat with the rest of the family. So there was one compartment packed with Victoire, Dominique, Molly, Fred, James, Louis, Rose, Albus, and herself. Luckily it didn't last long. Victoire, and Louis were both prefects and had to go to a meeting. Molly and Dominique quickly disappeared as well. Lucy tried to leave, but Fred wrapped his arm around her shoulders and wouldn't let her go. She could barely see out the window. So she spent the entire train ride listening to James tell Albus he would end up in Slytherin, and Fred tell Rose all the best places to hide. No one talked to her.
"Weasley, Lucy." There was hardly a murmur in the hall as another Weasley was sorted.
"Weasley, Eh? I know what to..."
"Please don't." She interrupted. She didn't want to be judged based on her family.
"Oh... VERY interesting. I see Potter has been leaving some advice around where anyone can find it. Let's see... You are too content for Ravenclaw... yes yes... And too vicious for Hufflepuff..."
"Vicious..." but it didn't let her interrupt.
"My my. This IS a first. My dear, you can be Gryffindor or Slytherin, and I think we both know where you will go." She said nothing. But if the hat could have smirked it would have. "SLYTHERIN!"
Stunned silence filled the hall as the hat was removed.
Lucy found herself more and more isolated from the rest of her cousins. During Christmas, Uncle Harry tried to act friendly, but it was really no different than before. But Uncle Ron visibly flinched the first time he had seen her. But all was not so bad. The boy she had seen at the Platform was in Slytherin as well. She wasn't sure if they were friends, but they were at least alleys. When Christmas Day had arrived, the entire Weasley clan had froze when an owl baring the Malfoy Crest arrived. Lucy, however, remained calm. She put the gift on top of the small pile of packages she had yet to open, and fed the owl a piece of bacon. The family chose not to comment, even when the package revealed a delicate bracelet. Although, Lucy was pretty sure she saw Uncle Harry cast a spell at it before she put it on.
Her first two years passed fairly quickly. Once the family discovered that Lucy truly fit in Slytherin house, and her best friend was a Malfoy, they slowly began to ignore her. By her third year she knew that it was not intentional. She had finally read enough about the war they had all gone through to know why the Malfoy name made Uncle Ron finch. Part of her wondered whether she could have survived the years if she hadn't been in Slytherin. The house had taught her control over her emotions, and how to judge a person's friendship.
By her Fourth year, it had become glaringly obvious to the Hogwart Weasleys, that Lucy was Queen of Slytherin. Lucy herself, however, hadn't noticed. It had happened gradually over her first three years. She had incredible luck. Those who went up against her, either privately or publically, always seemed to fall into embarrassing situations. It had become a thing of gossip. Most of Hogwarts waited for baited breath for the next moment. At first, many believed it was the result of her prankster relatives, but all of them quickly cleaned their hands of the situation. Than the blame turned to Scorpius, but some things were just impossible for him to achieve.
So just before Finals began in December, Lucy's nickname began to show. "K". It had been a joke of a 2nd year. "The only letter missing from her name is 'K'. They should have named her Lucky." A sixth year had overheard, and privately, agreed. By the end of the school year, all of Slytherin called her K. Lucy didn't mind as she was no longer called Weasley.
Draco Malfoy couldn't' believe the blood feud was ending. He would have protested if he did not like the girl so much. There were times she reminded him of his own mother. He had seen the signs coming for years, and so with trepidation, he had invited Percy Weasley to dinner one night. The next step was a dinner with the Golden Trio plus Potter's wife. When his son finally proposed, very publically he might add, it was a joy to see the shock on all of the Weasleys. Apparently, they hadn't been paying attention. Astoria was thrilled. She had always wanted a daughter. He had been surprised at the friendship that had blossomed between his wife and Audrey Weasley. The woman appeared timid, but he soon learned that if she had attended Hogwarts, she would have been Slytherin.
The fanfare began, and he looked with the crowd to see his soon-to-be Daughter-in-Law walk down the aisle.