Sirius Black had always annoyed the shit out of me, even when he wasn't doing anything.
But I was beyond annoyed with the seventh-year when I got a letter from my parents stating that Sirius and I were betrothed. I was irate and I, doing a very Gryffindor thing for a Slytherin, took it out on Black.
I stormed down to the Owlery and down to the Great Hall. Marching over to the Gryffindor table, I felt everyone's eyes upon me. When I reached Black, I grabbed him by the ear and pulled him out of the Great Hall. The sound of people beginning to gossip hummed around us as Black yelped in pain and demanded to know what I was doing. His friends were right behind us and I threw a glare at them before pushing Black into an empty classroom. I quickly locked the door and put a silencing charm on the room.
Black stared at me incredulously, "What, in Merlin's name, was that for, Wallace?" He rubbed his ear with a cringe.
I scoffed and rolled my eyes as I held up the letter. "That was me getting one-tenth of my revenge against you!"
Black shook his head and looked at me, confused.
"Don't try to play dumb, Sirius Black. Your parents got my parents to make me your betrothed!" I pushed the letter into Black's hand and he glanced at me before looking down to read the letter. I saw his eyes move across it multiple times before he looked up at me again. The shock on his face was slowly melting into anger.
"I had nothing to do about this, Wallace," he said darkly.
My eyes widened slightly before I snatched the letter out of Black's hand. "Well, since you don't like me and I clearly don't like you, why did our parents do this?"
"My parents don't care what I want," Sirius snorted.
I knew that his parents were abusive, and that sometimes led to me pitying him, but it would disappear when he sent me that smirk most girls would swoon over.
My family got along with the Blacks all throughout my childhood, but I loathed Sirius. He would make fun of my Metamorphmagus powers and prank me with his friends. I was much closer to his brother Regulus who, being in the same house as me, had become like a brother to me, although I'd never admit it to anyone.
From the moment I was born, I disappointed my family. Honestly, it was just my Metamorphmagus powers, but my parents didn't like things that were different, and therefore they didn't like me. I had one older sibling, Don, who was much better than me since he didn't have my 'condition'. Don was like the rest of my family; perfect in everyone's eyes. He was a prefect, the Head Boy, an obedient student and broke no rules.
But me? When my family looked at me all they could see were my faults and not my achievements. I was sorted into Slytherin, though because of my Metamorphmagus powers, I was always singled out for being different and became friends with plenty of half-bloods, muggleborns and blood-traitors.
I was a prefect, but not the Head Girl; I got good grades, but not enough O.W.L.s. And though I agreed with some things my family believed in, I did not agree with the Dark Lord or blood prejudices. It made me mad sometimes and other times sad, or – more times than not – I felt disappointed in myself.
I felt like only Regulus understood me. I could talk to him about things I couldn't talk about to my mother. He didn't agree with my beliefs, but he never held them against me.
Sirius was something completely different. He was friends with a pure-blood, a blood-traitor, the sickly boy with weird scars, and a rat. I knew why he was sorted into Gryffindor and I knew why girls fell for him. He was brave and attractive. I couldn't deny that, but he irritated me to no end. At least once a day he would walk up to me and say something about my hair or eyes.
Sometimes, I was envious of the freedom he got being in Gryffindor, but I mostly thought he was a twat. I would rather marry Regulus than his brother.
Bringing my thoughts back to the situation at hand, I stated, "My parents don't care what I want, either. So what should we do?" I sighed and folded my arms around my waist, feeling lost.
Placing the signature smirk on his face, Black took a step closer to me and said, "I'm not sure but I know that you should really think of a different colour for your hair; black is not a pleasant colour on you." And with that, the bloody annoying boy got rid of the silencing spell, unlocked the door and sauntered out of the classroom, leaving me alone.
My hair turned ominously red, not because he told me it didn't suit me, but to show that I was not in the mood to be messed with.
A/N: Soooooo, I kinda suck lol I shouldn't be posting this but I'm having a hard time writing Cursed. I should honestly be writing my original book, but... yeah... Anyway, I'm not sure how I'm doing this. Oh well, hopefully y'all enjoy this chapter. Not sure when I'll post the second one but... XD XD