Valentina Bellucci was the third eldest child in the Bellucci family, with Aurora and Stefano being older and the twins Nico younger than her. They were born in Lucca, Italy, a province in Tuscany surrounding the Serchio river. Val has tender memories of her time during this country, even when she was moving between foster cares, and finds England dull and grey in comparison. Due to this, she refuses to lose her accent and often prefers to speak in Italian rather than English. It was with Nico, however, that their mother died. Being three years old, Val has little memories of the woman, save for a few spoken words from her and a few flashes. When she dreams, she swears her mother's laugh haunts her. However, soon after her mother's death she found her siblings getting their first magical incident and sent off to Beauxbatons. She wasn't sure if she was close with her siblings, she often preferred to be running through the streets of Lucca than stuck at home.
After the death of their mother, their father deteriorated. Turning down help whenever it was offered, he turned to drink to relieve himself of stress. Later on, Val would say that he only loved his drink, that it was his new wife. By the time she was seven, someone had called the authorities on him, and all six of them were placed into foster care. It was by some miracle they were kept together, though, with Val fully expecting them to be separated and never seen again. Thus, for the next few years, they were moved from foster home to foster home, moving through Italy. Though Val hated most of the foster parents, she liked the travel and the chance to see more of the country. By the time she was ten, however, she was worried. Her sister had been expelled from Hogwarts, having been recognised as a squib and Val hadn't had her own magical incident. Stefano was, obviously, powerful and both her younger brothers had had theirs already. Nearly everyone considered Val to be a squib by then. Until she set her foster parent's cars on fire. She was being yelled at, for something small that she had done, Val can't remember now, but she remembered her emotions bubbling over, causing the engine to explode. They'd been driving down the road to the store and it was by luck all of them managed to get out before the car was destroyed.
Though she was accepted into Beauxbatons, she was sent to Hogwarts as a few months after the incident the family was relocated to England. Valentina hated it. She hated the food, the culture, the weather, the almost identical buildings that were either coloured grey or brick coloured brown. Not like Val had much of a choice in the matter or really even allowed an opinion on it. Even though her own magical capabilities was minimal, and she could barely cast a spell, she had just enough to not be considered a squib, which was something Val was glad for. Sure, she wasn't the best as her classmates and barely scraped by with an acceptable for most classes, but she got out of foster care. She got away from the abusive and neglectful people. Of course, she felt bad for her sister and sometimes felt rather selfish...but what could she do? She found her ticket out and she was going to be happy about it.
She kept to herself, however, for the first few years, save for her siblings. She didn't trust anyone else. She was jealous of them, sure, she was jealous of their abilities. She was jealous of their life. She was jealous every time she saw their parents drop them off at King cross station on September first and was always there to pick them up at the beginning of Summer. She was jealous that they could return for Christmas, that they weren't worried what was going to happen to them and their family once they age out of a flawed system. She was twelve years old and full of bitterness and hatred. She had the decency to roll her eyes at her sister's attempt to adopt the lot of them. It was never going to work and she was right. For the next year, she was still in the system. It was during this year that it happened.
She knew it was a stupid idea, walking home the back way at eleven o'clock at night. She'd been in the crowd, pickpocketing some cash. She was rather good at it by then and that night she was tired and wanted to go to bed, so she went the quicker way. It was the full moon, not that she noticed it. The attack was quick, she barely saw the beast. She was later told that the wolf was newly transformed as well and wasn't aware of how to control himself either. She wasn't aware of what had happened until the next day and had initially thought she'd been stabbed by a mugger or something (even though they took none of her stolen money). It took her months to learn how to handle herself, struggling with her temper. She rarely transformed at will and found herself terrified when the full moon came along. She blamed herself, her own stupid decisions, for what had happened and she was determined to deal with the consequences.
At fourteen, she was adopted by her older sister and at first, she may have thought it a bit of a joke. A prank one of her brother's are pulling on her. Apparently, though, it was serious and soon she was moving into an actual, permanent house. She was sure she was dreaming. However, every summer she returned back too it and no one seemed to be taking it away from her. However, this didn't stop Val from, well, breaking the law. What could she say? It was fun. Breaking and wiring a car of some rich douchebag, taking it for a joyride. Though she was sixteen, she was taught how to drive when she was fifteen and, though she wasn't the best at it, she wasn't too bad. Now at sixteen, she's about to enter her sixth year at Hogwarts.