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Déjà Vu by dream_BIG
Chapter 4 : Scarring Information, Wise Words, and Essence of Dom Snot
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okay, sorry for the ridiculous wait. really, i'm sorry. please don't eat me.
i have like, twelve chapters already written out for this! i'm not slacking off, i swear!
i'm, like, juggling between updating this and Vanilla Twilight (heh. advertising), so...basically, as long as the queue takes will be as long as you get your chapters.
what can you do?
anyway, here's chapter four! read and review, my darlings :)
Scrooge belongs to Charles Dickens, by the way (my lit teacher last year affectionately called him 'Chucky D.' i love my old lit teacher)


chapter image by moi :)

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“Yeah?” I looked up and grinned when I saw Dom, who was biting her lip. My smile faltered at her expression. “Dom, what’s wrong?” I asked.

“I – I’m pregnant.”


My mind reeled in shock. Abruptly, a strong sense of déjà vu swept through me, almost knocking me off my feet. How could I have not noticed this?

I saw this vision. Why didn’t I make the connection? I was so focused on the fact that Dom was pregnant that I didn’t even notice that she looked the same age and she was standing in the dorm.

How could I have been so stupid?

“What?” I asked blankly.

“Pregnant, Artemis. I’m pregnant.” She started crying.

“Are – are you sure?” I asked uncertainly.

“Yes. I checked five times, even though I used the wizard way.” She hiccupped and sat down on the bed.

“Oh my god.” I murmured, sitting up and pulling her into a hug. “How – I saw this, Dom. I saw all of it! Why didn’t I – how could I have been – I could’ve…”

“Could’ve what?” Dom let out a frenzied laugh. “Warned me beforehand? I’m pregnant, Missy, and there’s nothing you could have done about it, Sight or no Sight.”

“Oh, my god. What are you going to do, Dom?” I asked.

She took a deep breath, and wiped more tears away. “I don’t know!” She suddenly wailed, flinging her arms around my neck, making me freeze and assume that oh-so-attractive ‘deer in the headlights’ expression I get when confronted with a distressed person. “I – I don’t know. I’m so scared, Missy, I don’t know what to do!”

“Shh, shhh.” I rubbed her back awkwardly (I’m not good with crying people. At all) and she sobbed into my shirt.

You know, I sort of liked this shirt a lot before she got Essence of Dom Snot all over it.

In the garbage it goes…

“I’m never leaving this room again!” She sobbed hysterically. “EVER! You can bring my food up here, and I can just eat here and then do my homework here, and live here for the rest of my life. I’ll just die here! I could be a ghost…Dominique Weasley, the Stupid Pregnant Teen Ghost of Gryffindo –o – o – or!” She wailed the last part, drawing out the ‘o’.

Well, someone’s overly melodramatic.

“Has a nice ring to it.” I said without thinking. I immediately winced at my severe lack of tact. Dom sobbed harder.

 “Sorry, Dom.” I patted her back again.

“I’m going to be murdered, Artemis! My parents are going to annihilate me! I should just kill myself now and get over with it!” She pulled at her hair.

“Dominique!” I said loudly, shaking her shoulders. “Dom, so you’re pregnant! Hun, it’s not the end of the world. You can’t just stay shut up in this room because you made a mistake! You have to face it head on. You’re not the first teenager to get pregnant, and as for your parents, they love you. They’re going to help you. They may be mad at first, but you’re their daughter, Dom.”

She hiccupped. “But what am I going to do?!” She wailed again. Well, she didn’t hear a word of my fabulous, enlightening speech, did she?

Hmph. Why do I even bother?

“Dom.” I said gently. “It’ll be okay. I promise. You have me, you have…the um…the father… of…the…” My voice trailed off. “Holy mother fucker.” I swore quietly, and Dom looked at me with watery eyes. “My brother is the father, isn’t he?”

She nodded, still leaking tears. I swore again. Well, crap. I didn’t see this coming! What’s the point of being a freaking Seer if I don’t SEE anything important?!

I hate my luck. I must be the only girl in all of history whose twin brother went and got her best friend pregnant at the age of seventeen.

That’s it. Karma officially wants my gruesome and untimely death. I know it.


That’s right, karma. Be afraid.

“Well, that still doesn’t change anything.” I have to be calm for Dom. “He’ll be there to help you, and so will your whole family…well, that is if they don’t kill Apollo first, and um…” I trailed off again, and Dom continued to sob.

See? This is why I didn’t make Quidditch captain! I can’t do motivational speeches! I’m no good at making people feel better.

“Don’t tell anyone!” Dom choked out, grabbing my shirt. “Artemis, please, don’t tell anyone!”

“I won’t.” I said soothingly, prying her hands away from my shirt. “I won’t tell anyone.”

“Not even Alex and Ella, okay?” She demanded.

“Of course.” I nodded. “But you’re going to have to tell them all sometime.” I added.

“I…I will. Just…not today. I still need to wrap my head around it.” She stared down at her shaking hands.

“That’s fine.” I hugged her again. “And I’ll keep my eyes open for you.” I touched my temple, and she gave me a half-grimace.

I put my essay away and got under the covers so I could fall asleep and start looking. But Dom just sat there.

Um. You need to, you know, leave in order for me to sleep.

“I – I’m scared.” Dom whispered, looking at me with wide eyes. “I’m so scared. I’m not ready to be a mom! This is terrifying!” She started crying again.

“Dom.” I put my arm around her. “Dominique, sweetie, I’m going to be there for you the whole time, and I know your family will, too. You’ll make a great mom.”

“Should I keep the baby?” She asked, so quietly that I wouldn’t even know that she said it if I hadn’t seen her lips move.

“Do you want it?” I asked gently.

She started nodding, slowly, but then faster. “Yes.” She said. “I want it. I want this baby, Artemis.” She wrapped her hands around her torso and looked at me again, with fierceness in her eyes.

Calm down, girl. I’m not going to take it away from you.

“Okay, then. Guess I’ll be known as Auntie Artemis.” I grinned at her, and this time I got a full grimace in return.

“Can…can I sleep here tonight?” She asked in a small voice. “I’m scared.”

“Of course.” I smiled at her, and she gave me a grateful hug before climbing under my covers.

This is going to be a long year.

That night, my visions slid in and out of focus. I caught a brief glimpse of Dom with a huge stomach, laughing at something James said, before the vision shifted to me and James kissing under the moonlight, which then moved to Ella dancing with Jason at her wedding, Scorpius kissing Rose’s neck as they’re sitting together by the lake, Al and Noah sitting under a tree, Lily holding a little baby, Alex sobbing uncontrollably, Fred nearly pulling his hair out, Me making a potion…

…it flickered and morphed some more, until I caught a glimpse of Apollo’s pale face as he asked “What?” blankly…

…and I saw me taking a test. Cool! I know all the answers now!

Oh, no. I’m getting a longer vision.

“Hey Artemis.”

I looked up and saw James standing there. My stomach fluttered. “Hey.” I smiled.

“Will you…come for a walk with me?” He asked me.

“Sure. I was done with this anyway.” I stuffed my parchment in my bag and stood up.

“So…” I started as we strolled by the lake.

“Okay, I’m just going to come straight with this…” He took a deep breath. “I really, really like you, Artemis.” He looked at me, and my heart beat faster.

“You do?” I smiled, and he looked a little less nervous.

“A lot.” He let out his breath.

“Well, me too.” I said shyly. A huge smile broke across his face and I stared. He was…radiant.

Before I knew it, my lips were on his and we were finally sharing our first kiss.

My eyes popped open, and I grinned. Guess what? This vision…was blurry. Not as indistinct as Alex’s or Fred’s futures, but pretty darn blurry. Not nearly as indistinct as Dom’s future right now, but a little blurrier than ScoRose. Although that might have to do with the fact that ScoRose was getting more and more distinct each day.

But, unfortunately, I could still see everything well enough, so I guess I just need to keep trying. I’m making progress though! YESSSSSSSSSSSSS!!

Artemis Potter? Yeah, right. Not gonna happen, baby!

At least not while I have a say in this.


At precisely six thirty in the morning, Dom streaked out of my bed and into the bathroom. I followed her in and found her puking into the toilet.

“Urghhh…” She moaned. “I hate this.”

“Morning sickness.” I informed her, holding her hair and rubbing her back as she puked again. “It’s completely normal.”

“I still hate it.” She got up and rinsed her mouth out.

“I don’t think anyone would like it.” I giggled, joining her while she brushed her teeth.

“Artemis?” She spit out her toothpaste and looked at me. “Did you see anything?”

“Not really, no.” I sighed. “I caught a glimpse of Apollo asking ‘what?’ and looking all pale and stuff, but that’s it.”

“You look like shit.” She noted, looking at me.

“Gee, Dom, don’t flatter me too much. You might just over-inflate my ego.” I replied sarcastically.

She grinned. “You know what I mean. You didn’t get any sleep, did you?”

“Nope.” I sighed resignedly. “Every time I close my eyes, I get another vision. I probably slept all of three hours.”

“Is my future still blurry?” She asked, looking fearful.

“Very.” I admitted, not wanting to lie. “How are you feeling?”

“A little nauseous, but not too bad.” She shrugged.

“No.” I said. “I meant ‘how are you feeling about the whole pregnancy thing’?”

“I…I’ve come to terms with it.” She said carefully.

“That’s…good, I guess.” I replied.

“I’m still terrified, but not as frantic, you know? I feel calmer, more in control of myself. I know that I’m going to keep the baby, and so I’m starting to think clearer because of that decision.” She was confident.

In that moment, I was so proud of her I could have just burst in joy.

…although that would be really gruesome.

But anyway.

“Wow.” I said, impressed. “Apollo didn’t just hook you up with a baby; he also got some sense into you.”

“Shut up!” She giggled, slapping my arm.

“So, what are you going to do?” I asked after we were done giggling.

That wiped the smile off of her face. “I don’t know…I guess I have tell him, don’t I?”

“Yeah, you do.” I said.

“What if…?” She started.

“Dominique.” I stated firmly. “Thinking about ‘what if’s’ isn’t going to get you anywhere in life.”

“You’re right.” She sighed. “I’m scared, though.” She looked up at me with frightened blue eyes. She looked so innocent, with her wide sky-blue eyes staring up at me from the middle of her porcelain’s doll face. I couldn’t believe that she was pregnant.

“Scared of my brother?” I smiled. “You shouldn’t be. He’s really not that frightening.”

“I know.” She grinned. “He’s an awesome fu –”

“OKAY!” I cut across loudly, and she smirked. Yeah, scratch that innocent comment. “I don’t want to know!”


I think I just lost nights of sleep.

I’m scarred for the rest of my existence.

“All I’m going to say is that your brother has the most amazing body.” She sighed, gazing out into space. “He’s got these really perfectly chiseled muscles, and his di–”

Oh dear mother of Merlin, she is trying to tell me about my twin brother’s…thing.

Someone, please knock me unconscious.

Or at least get me a new best friend. Preferably one that does not enjoy discussing certain unmentionable body parts of my immediate family members, namely my twin brother.

…damn, that really diminishes the possibilities.

Why, oh why, did my brother have to be so fucking attractive?! I could have gotten an ugly brother that no one wanted, but no-o-o-o. He just had to look like some sort of FUCKING GREEK GOD.

Once again, thank you gods. I owe you one!

“LALALALALALALALALALALA!!” I covered my ears and sang frantically at the top of my lungs. “I’M NOT LISTENING, LALALALALALALALALALALALAAAAA!!!”

“Okay, I’m done!” She pried my hands away from my ears, and I glared at her.

“Don’t ever scar me with that type of information again.” I shuddered a couple of times.

She laughed. “You can always make me laugh, even when I’m terrified out of my wits.”

I smiled. “I’m glad to be of service.”

She sighed.

“When are you going to tell him?” I asked again. She needs to stop avoiding the question.

“Not today.” She said, looking at me pleadingly. “Not today, please Missy. I’ll tell him tomorrow.”

“Fine, I’ll let you off the hook for today, but you have to tell him tomorrow, okay?” I said sternly.

She nodded. “I will. Promise.”

“What about the others?” I asked after a silence.

She took a deep breath. “I’ll tell Alex and Ella tonight. And Rose…and Lily, too. James will find out tomorrow, I guess, and so will Al…and my parents…I’ll tell them soon.” She looked out of the window and bit her lip.

“How soon?” I hedged.

“Soon.” She gulped.

“You’ll also have to go to Madame Pompfrey.” I reminded her.

“Yeah.” She nodded. “But I’m only, like…two months pregnant.”

“You still have to go to her.”

“Yes, yes, I will.” She rolled her eyes. “Now come on, let’s get ready for class.”

“Yes, ma’am.” I grinned at her and left the bathroom in search of clothes.

We went down to breakfast early, having woken up an hour earlier than usual. There were only a couple of people sitting at the table. I was surprised to see James and Apollo already eating, James reading a Daily Prophet while munching on some toast. Apollo was reading a letter.

“Letter from home?” I asked, sitting down next to him. Dom sat down on my other side. James’ face popped out from the top of the newspaper and he smiled at both of us. I ignored him, and Dom waved.

“Hey,” Apollo grinned at us, although there was something off in his smile. “Yeah, it’s a letter from dad. It’s for you…about the stock market.” He said the last part in a lower voice.

“Of course.” I snarled, snatching the letter away from him. I bit down furiously on his toast (after stealing it from him. He tried – and failed – to steal it back) while reading the letter. “Is there a single sentence about school in this letter? No. Does he even care to ask us how we are? No. For all he knows we could be dead! But does he give a rat’s fart about his children? NO.” I ranted, tearing the letter up into a hundred pieces and incarcerating them with a flick of my wand. I felt a weird sense of satisfaction, watching the pieces burn.

“Artemis…” Apollo started, laying a comforting hand on my arm. I stood up, shaking his arm off.

“I’m going to class.” I said mechanically. I turned around and marched out of the Great Hall. Since I really didn’t have anywhere else to go, I went to class. I was so early even the teacher wasn’t there yet. I sat down on the floor with my back to the wall and stared out the window.

Ever since that first vision that brought us millions of galleons, my father had become obsessed with money. He was a greedy, miserly person, and all he cared about was getting more money.

My father puts Scrooge to shame. All he has to do is start hating Christmas and say ridiculous things like, “Bah! Humbug!” at random intervals, and he’ll be officially Scrooge-i-fied.

He stopped caring about me and Apollo – the only time he spoke to me was to ask me about the stock market. He didn’t talk to Apollo at all. My mother didn’t have my father by her side anymore. They were still married, but it was mostly out of convenience more than anything. They had fallen out of love with each other. My mother still loved us, but she was still a busy woman, and sometimes she tended to put us next on the list of important things. So Apollo was technically the only family I really had.

Even now, I deeply regret telling my dad about that vision. Sometimes I wonder what life would be like if I didn’t tell him. For one, I would have a real family, not a father who doesn’t care about me and a mother who forgets about me sometimes. But I wouldn’t be as close to Apollo, and we definitely would not be living the comfortable life we are right now.

Fate is a funny thing. Just one tip to the right balance can change everything…sometimes for the better, but sometimes for the worse.

Am I making a mistake, trying to change it? I fingered my locket, which was a present from Apollo (with a picture of the two of us laughing with our arms around each other…it was during our eleventh birthday, and Apollo had just told a highly amusing joke that had us shrieking like hyenas), lost in thought.


I looked up and saw James standing there, with his hands in his pockets, looking kind of awkward.

Um…what the hell is he doing here?

“Are you alright?” He asked hesitantly.

“I’m fine.” I said shortly.

He sat down next to me and reached over to pull the locket out of my grasp. “What’s this?”

“Locket.” I muttered. I took it off and handed it to him. He opened it and smiled at the picture inside. I watched as the smile made his eyes sparkle and his dimples pop out.

There is no denying it. This kid is GORGEOUS. Remind me again why I don’t want to marry him?

Oh, right. He’s a psycho. And exceedingly arrogant. And I kind of don’t like him too much.

“That’s sweet.” He said, handing it back to me. I slipped it around my neck again and resumed my examination of the window.

“Pol’s the only one who really loves you in your family, isn’t he?” He finally asked quietly. His voice was…gentle and tender and soft. I felt like this was a whole different James I never knew.

“Yeah.” I sighed, after a short silence. “All my dad cares about is money and my mom tends to forget us.”

“I’m sorry.”                                                                                                                                                                                        

“Not your fault.” It’s mine.

“It’s not yours either.” He said, looking at the side of my face. I decided not to answer.

“Every family has their flaws…no one can have a perfect life.” He continued.

“You do.” I said, looking at him. “You have a perfect family, a perfect life…you have it made, James, there’s no denying that.”

“I don’t.” He laughed, shaking his head. “Not by a mile. It may look like that on the outside, but I really don’t.”

“Your dad is Harry Potter.” I rest my case.

“So? He’s not some sort of superhuman, you know. He’s just my dad – he’s kind of a dork, he wears these ridiculous glasses, and he sometimes has issues with his temper. He tends to get really sarcastic when he’s pissed. My mom – she’s got a temper to match a thousand suns, she screams like a banshee, and she’s also sort of a dork. They may look perfect, but they’re not.”

“At least they care about you.” I said bitterly.

“Yes…but…look, what I’m trying to say is that nobody gets exactly what they want. Sometimes life isn’t perfect, but in order to stay happy, you have to look at the parts that are perfect instead of the parts that aren’t. Life is going to suck, but if you focus on the things that don’t suck, life suddenly doesn’t seem so bad anymore.” He finished, still speaking in soft, gentle, velvety tones.

Wow. The kid is deep.

This makes my fantastic advice about life seem like some sort of joke.

But it’s NOT A JOKE, okay? It was wise. Don’t make fun of me. I know your future.

Who knew? He actually has something between his ears other than a black hole. I’m impressed. Really. I’m impressed.

“You’re right.” I finally said. “Parts of my life do suck, but I still have some things that are pretty amazing.”

“That you do.” He smiled.

“Thanks, James.” I smiled back. “That really helped. You’re actually pretty wise, did you know that?”

“Shh.” He said, looking around. “Don’t tell anyone.”

I laughed, looking at the window again.

He’s actually not too bad. He’s sort of sweet, you know?

Oh, no. No, Artemis. You canNOT fall for him. It’s not allowed.

Do you understand? FORBIDDEN. NOT. ALLOWED.

So don’t even consider it for a second. You. Don’t. Like. Him.

Get that through your skull. IMPRINT IT IN YOUR BRAIN.




I can’t feel my legs. I can’t feel my arms. I can’t feel my brain.

That was the single most brutal practice we had ever had.

I’m going to KILL Potter.

Yeah, all those ‘sweet, gorgeous’ thoughts I had about him? ALL ERASED. How could I ever fall for a psycho? I’m not that stupid.

I fell off my broom at about three feet off the ground and landed face first in the grass. I didn’t have the energy to turn over, so I just rested there, breathing in the fresh smell of grass.

“Missy? You comin’?” Scorpius’ tired voice asked from above me.

“Not right now.” I tried saying. It came out like this: “Unghhh uhh uguhhhhh mm.”

Oh, yes. I am a master at all that involves the English language. You will all bow to my mad speaking skills.


“Okay.” He said uncertainly. “Do you need help getting up or something?”


“You sure?”


“Alright. See you later.”


I heard his feet walking away and took another deep breath of grass, finally relaxing. I was still relaxing when the ground suddenly disappeared from beneath me. My eyes flew open in shock, and the first thing I saw was Potter’s face, grinning down at me. I realized that he had picked me up and was now walking towards the school with me in his arms.

Without asking my permission.

Oh, no you didn’t.

“Put me down.” I ordered in a weak voice, closing my eyes again.

“You look like shit.” He chose to say instead.

“Gee, thanks.” Heavy sarcasm. It was slightly marred by the weakness of my words.

“No, really, you look half-dead.”

“No shit.” I opened an eye to glare at him. “After that brutal practice, I am basically half – dead. Tell me, Potter, when did you decide to kill your teammates?”

“I don’t want to kill you guys!” He said defensively.

“Could’ve fooled me.” I said. “I’d say you are trying to kill us. You know, having an exhausted, half-dead team is not going to help you win.”

“You’re right.” He finally said, walking briskly down the hallway towards the Fat Lady. Am I really that light? He’s not even breathing hard.

“Does this mean practice is cancelled tomorrow?” I could hardly believe my luck.

“Yeah.” He shrugged, and I went up and down. “We’ll go back to three practices a week. I guess I did get a little psychotic about this practice thing…”

Wow. That was easy.

Someone out there, I think this is an ideal time to hit one of those ‘Easy Buttons’ you get from that one muggle store…Staples? Yes, Staples. The voice is really funny. “That was easy.” Haha. Always makes me giggle.

 “A little?” I raised an eyebrow.

“Okay, a lot.” He amended, grinning. “So, I’m surprised you haven’t yelled at me or hurt me or something yet.”


“For carrying you without your permission.” He smirked.

“I’m too tired, too much in pain, and I wouldn’t have been able to walk by myself anyway.” I yawned. “This is a slightly better alternative than lying facedown in the grass for the rest of the night.”

“Only slightly?” He looked mock hurt.

Very slightly. And this doesn’t mean you can touch me without my permission.”

He chuckled, the vibrations spreading down his chest and into my body. I realized that he had a pretty cute laugh…it was sort of contagious. I had to do my best not to laugh along with him.

Must. Resist. Ridiculously. Infective. Laugh.


Dying puppy, dying puppy, dying puppy, dying puppy, dying puppy, dying puppy, DYING PUPPY!

Ahh. I’m sad. Much better.

He carefully put me down on the couch, laying me down so that I was stretched across it. As he set me down, his face hovered just a couple of inches from mine. Even after I was safely on the couch, he didn’t move. His warm breath fanned across my face and his golden eyes gazed into my silver ones with such intensity that it made my heart beat faster. He leaned a bit closer, and I froze.

Oh, shit.

What do I do?

So I did what any girl would to do avoid getting kissed by a guy she definitely does NOT like. I rolled off the sofa, landing on my butt with a loud thud.

I scrambled to my feet, ignoring the pain shooting up my legs, looking anywhere but at his confused golden eyes.

“Well, must be off, see you tomorrow, bye!” I practically sprinted up the stairs, wincing with each step.

Whew. That was close. I must make sure I am NEVER in such a close proximity with that child again. I might just do something I’ll regret.

I’ve been slacking off in my avoidance thing. I’m talking to him too much, and that is NOT GOOD. I have to avoid him. If I want to change the future, I have to.

But that’s the thing…I don’t know if I want to change the future. I mean, I do, but I’m a bit confused at the moment.

Ugh, just AVOID him, Artemis. It’ll save you the confusion. Just avoid him.

My mind made up, I stepped out of the shower and changed into my ratty pajamas (too short shorts and a holey tank top). That’s when I realized that Dom was going to announce her pregnancy to Ella and Alex today.

God, I’m such a horrible best friend! I didn’t even give that a second thought.

That’s it. No more thoughts about James. I’m pushing him out of my head. I just have to focus on Dom right now. That’s it. Just Dom.

chapter five is called Awkward Silences, Broom Closets and...Doodie.
it's probably the funniest so far :)
also, since i adore it so much, i think i'm going to give you a little preview, just to get you guys thinking :)

“Apollo.” Dom said in a tiny voice. “I had sex with Apollo.”

“Yeah.” I cringed. “Him.”

“You—you slept with your best friend’s twin brother?” Alex asked, looking both horrified and impressed.

“Yes.” She said in that same small voice.

reviews, please? favorite quotes? i love favorite quotes :D

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