Hello! I'm back! I haven't updated this in a couple of days because I wrote a one-shot called Pearly White Beautiful. It's about Helena Ravenclaw's point of view on her life. And the war. And Tom Riddle.
So, please read it. It's my first one shot and I want to know if it's good.
So, judging by your review last chapter (and by the way, thank you LillyLover22 for reviewing every chapter of this story:)) you thought Dom went a bit crazy. Last time was a bit of a filler because I felt like writing something completely pointless to the plot. But this chapter is important so read it!
Remeber those walls I built?
Well baby they're tumblin down.
And they didn't even put up a fight.
They didn't even make a sound.
~Halo, Beyonce
“What are we going to do?” I asked. We were all sitting in the Gryffindor Common Room, me, Arianna, Cinda, Rose, Molly, Scorpius, Nathan, Aiden, and Albus.
“I don’t know.” Molly said hopelessly. “How on earth could we get Dom out of there? She’s holding eleven year olds hostage.”
“Why are we brainstorming this?” Nathan demanded. I glanced at him. He kept glancing at the portrait hole, as if expecting someone. “I mean, shouldn’t the professors be doing this?”
As if on cue, McGonagall strode into the Common Room. Following her were Bill and Fleur Weasley, Dom’s parents.
We jumped up immediately. “Professor,” Cinda said urgently. “Dom still hasn’t—”
“I am quite aware of Dominique Weasley’s situation, Miss Meriwether.” Professor McGonagall said, cutting across Cinda. And she brushed past us and led Dom’s mum to the door of her dormitory.
“I’ll wait this one out.” Bill said with a slightly amused expression on his face. “I haven’t seen these kids since Christmas.”
When McGonagall and his wife fixed him with icy stares, he hastily added, “And I can’t go up the girls’ staircases anyway, remember?”
They let it go, and Bill collapsed on a sofa. “Whew. That was close. What’ve you kids been up to?”
“Most of us are seventeen,” Aiden said crossly, while Rose said, “Why didn’t you want to talk to Dom, Bill? You’re probably the one that could calm her down a bit.”
Bill sat back. “Well, to tell you the truth, Rosie, Dom doesn’t really have the first years in her dorm.” He said. “Yes she does.” I said automatically. “I saw her take them.”
“Yeah, but what you don’t know is that when Dom stole the Marauder’s Map from James last year, she replicated it and added her own passages. I’m guessing that since the Marauders were guys, they never got an inside look on the girls’ dormitories, so they didn’t map out the secret passageway in your dorm.” He explained.
There were mixed reactions at this. “Dom stole the Marauder’s Map? I got hexed three times because James thought I stole it!” Al said indignantly.
“There’s a secret passageway in our dorm? Why the hell didn’t she tell me?!” Molly asked.
“Um…Dom’s that smart?” Rose asked.
Bill chuckled. “Yeah. She’s a pretty bright girl when she wants to be.” He said. “I just have one question.” Scorpius said. He had been unusually quiet since Dom demanded him in front of the whole school. “How do you know that she snuck the first years out that way? That is what she did, isn’t it?”
Bill shrugged. “I saw them sneaking out from behind the tapestry of that old one-eyed wizard trying to do a handstand when we were coming up. And, by the way, I hear you’re the cause of all this…because you’re dating our Rosie.”
Rose groaned. “Please don’t, Uncle Bill.” She said. “No, he has to pass the test.” Bill insisted. “What test?” Molly asked, exasperated. “The Test,” Bill said mysteriously.
“It’s just a test to see if you can actually handle a Weasley woman.” Al assured Scorpius when he looked frightened. “And since two of ‘em want you…no better time to take it than now, mate.” He said, clapping Scorpius on the back.
“Now, young Scorpius,” Bill said, leaning forward. “Question one. If Albus were to punch you right now for dating Rose, what would you do?”
“Think carefully, mate.” Al said, sitting back. Scorpius glanced at Al, then back at Bill. “I’d probably punch him back.” He said. Bill cracked a smile. “Correct answer, kid. You passed the test.”
Rose blinked. “That’s it?” She asked. “Yep,” Bill said. “Oh. With Victoire, it was much more…elaborate.” She said. Bill shrugged. “Different tests for different men. And women, possibly.” Bill shot Molly a hopeful look, and she snorted. “In your fucked up dreams, Uncle Bill.”
“Speaking of testing women…” Al said, looking thoughtful. He pulled me over and wrapped his arm around me. “Test her. She’s my new girlfriend.”
My mouth dropped open. “Um…what?” I got out. Bill smirked. “I’m guessing this is a fairly new development.” He said.
“Yes, it is!” I said, rocketing up. “He—you never even asked!” I yelled, pointing accusingly at Al. He ran his hand through his hair, making me want to reach over and ruffle it for him, even in my anger and surprise, and said, “Fine, then. Next Hogsmeade visit, you and I can go together. The Three Broomsticks. I can’t stand Madame Puddyfoots.”
“I—no, you can’t take me to Hogsmeade!” I exclaimed, answering his unasked question. He smiled. “Sorry, I don’t remember asking your permission. Meet me at ten sharp. And wear something nice, would you?”
And then he strutted out of the Common Room. My mouth dropped again. I stared after him indignantly. I heard Aiden say in the background, “How on earth did he pull that off without getting slapped?” And then Arianna responding, “I have no idea.” And then Nathan saying, “Well, he has talent.” And Molly responding proudly, “It runs in the family.” And everybody was laughing.
And then Dom came downstairs.
“I can’t believe they’re making me go see a therapist!” Dom said, kicking the stone wall. “You kidnapped first years, Dom.” I said slowly, looking at her to see if she understood the gravity of the situation.
She snorted. “Rubbish. I didn’t kidnap them. We were playing cards and eating cookies, ask any of them!”
Apparently not.
“You threatened one of them with a muggle gun, Dom.” I said. “Terrence is a great actor. It was a transfigured napkin; it wouldn’t have done any damage.” She said dismissively. “You spoke disrespectfully to the Headmistress.” I said, clinging to something that would justify the six weeks of detention and eight weeks of mental therapy she had received for the Scorpius Stunt, as people were now calling it. “I already explained to her that it was all part of the act!” Dom huffed. “Seriously, people are making mountains out of molehills!”
“No, you’re making a molehill out of a mountain.” I muttered.
Dom changed the subject. “So, you and Al, huh?” She asked. I flushed red. I still didn’t know what to make of the situation.
I had tried to straighten it out and tell him that I was not going on a date with him, but it hadn’t gone to well.
“I’m not going on a date with you, Al!”
He swung around to face me. “Look, Del. I know we’ve had our bumps in the road. But it’s January, of my seventh year. If I wait any longer, I’ll lose you.”
I floundered for words. “Well—that’s just ridiculous! It’s not like I’m going to—disappear off the face of the planet!”
I pulled a face. I hadn’t even thought about what I was going to do when I got out of Hogwarts, and the four boys hated me, hopefully. I mean, what would I do? One of the boys I was targeting was part of the Weasley family, which as of right now, was the family who had the biggest influence in the Wizarding World. How on earth would I get a job if they all hated me? And Albus had brought another thing up. It was January. I had an Unbreakable Vow hanging over my head, and I wasn’t getting anywhere in the Plan.
He shrugged. “You might go back to America. I’m still taking you on a date. Deal with it. And you better not stand me up, or I’ll hex you.”
And he disappeared through a tapestry.
“Urgh, don’t remind me.” I said. She grinned. “Sore subject? I didn’t get the whole story because people are afraid of me now, but I heard bits and pieces.”
“Yeah,” I muttered. “Sore subject.” Apparently, Dom didn’t take the hint, because she said, “I think that you and Al belong together. I mean, you two make up, like, the perfect Romeo/Juliet love story.”
“Really?” I asked, hitching my bag up on my shoulder. “Yeah!” Dom said, not noticing the reluctance in my tone. “You’re dating Tyler, who’s Paris. Al watches you from a distance, and he meets you in secret and you run away to get married!” She turned toward me, her eyes dancing with delight. “It’s perfect!”
“Yeah, except Al and I didn’t meet in secret, plot to get married, or die in painful and tragic ways. Now, if you’ll excuse me, I have Potions.” And I left Dom standing in the corridor.
“Do you want to get the ingredients, or shall I?” Al asked me jovially. “I will,” I said, springing up from my stool and practically running to the store cupboard.
Al’s cheerfulness was so sickeningly sweet that I felt like I needed to throw up and I still had Dom’s image in my head, saying how Al and I were perfect together. And worse, I could see it too. I could clearly picture how we’d live in a modest house together, and I’d stay at home with our children, and when he’d come home, he’d pick them up and play with them, and I’d go to cook dinner. Then he’d come into the kitchen and sexily tease me until I burnt something and we ordered take out instead.
How on earth was I supposed to break his heart and everyone else’s when I could picture that?
I was like a time bomb waiting to go off, and when I did, I would destroy everybody around me and myself.
“There you are again, bird.” I spun around to see Noah Finnegan, yet again cornering me against a wall.
But this time I was better prepared. “Get away from me, bastard.” I spat. Of course, he didn’t. “I don’t think so,” He murmured, reaching a hand up to stroke my face. I slapped it away and brought out my wand. When he didn’t back up I poked it in his neck.
“If you don’t leave me alone,” I said angrily. “I swear, I will report you for sexual harassment and get you thrown out of school, and then I will hunt you down and hex you within an inch of your life. Got it?” I spat.
“Delilah?” I looked at the doorway to see Al standing there, looking alarmed. “Hey, Al.” I said. Then I turned my attention back toward Finnegan. “Well?”
He looked at Al, then back at me. Seeing he was outnumbered, he backed off, but not before saying in an undertone, so Al couldn’t hear:
“This isn’t over.”
And I am ashamed to say that it scared the wits out of me.
“What was that about?” Al asked as we walked back to our table. “He cornered me again.” I spat bitterly. Al looked at me, alarm in his forest green eyes. “Did he hurt you?” I grinned. “What?” He asked when he saw. “Déjà vu.” I said. “No, he didn’t hurt me. I’m fine. He’s just annoying me a bit.”
Al snorted. “A bit.” He sat down on the stool and started chopping up ingredients.
“What are we making, anyway?” I asked, glancing down at my Potions book. “Amortentia?” Al nodded. “I guess I have to do my own work, then.” I said, pouting. I took out my own cauldron and lit a fire under it.
“Hey, Del, listen.” Al said suddenly, midway through our lesson. “If you really don’t want to go with me to Hogsmeade, then that’s okay. Really, if you’re that opposed to the idea, you don’t have to go.”
I looked up at Al. This was a fork in the road. To go or not to go? This would determine the future. My life or death.
“Of course I’ll go, Al. It’s fine.” I said, smiling at him. His face flooded with relief. “So…you choose me?” He asked. I grinned up at him, more playfully now. “I think I had chosen you from the beginning, Al. Don’t worry. We’re fine.”
“We’re fine.” He repeated. “Yeah. We’re fine.” I told him. Then I turned back to my potion and sniffed it. It smelled of rain, strawberries, and Al’s hair.
I looked down at the description for Amortentia.
Induces infatuation to the drinker with the maker. The most powerful love potion in the world. Everyone smells a different aroma according to the things that they find most attractive, whether they know it or not.
I snuck a glance at Al, who was inhaling deeply. I blushed dark red when he glanced at me, then turned back to my potion.
It was going to be a long class.
“Del,” I looked up from my Charms essay to see Arianna standing in front of me. “Aiden just told me he loved me.”
“What?” I asked, jumping up. My essay went flying. “I—I was snogging him in a broom cupboard—” I snorted, and she hit me. “Like you and Tyler didn’t do it all the time. Anyway, we were snogging and he told me he loved me.”
“What did you say?” I exclaimed. “I told him I loved him back.” She said, her eyes still excited. “And?” I asked. “And what?” She asked. “Do you?” I rolled my eyes. “No.” Arianna said. “Of course I don’t. This was all part of the Plan, remember?”
“Wait. What? You don’t love him?” I asked. “No! I never loved him.” Arianna said. “What should I do now? It’s your call. How should I break his heart?”
I froze. How in the world was I supposed to tell her that I—that I maybe, just possibly, cared about Aiden’s feelings?
“Oh no. Arianna. Oh no.” I fell back into my chair. “What?” She asked. “What, Del? What is it?” She took the seat across from me.
“I—I can’t do this, Arianna. I can’t let you do this.” I moaned, putting my head in my hands. “What?” I looked up, and she had a confused expression on her face. “What do you mean, you can’t do this?”
“I can’t let you break his heart, Ari! Aiden is my friend!” I told her. Her expression changed from confused to horrified in a matter of seconds. “No, Delilah. He is not your friend. Remember what he did to you? Remember?” She leaned across the table. In a lower voice, she said, “Remember what he did to Deandra?”
My face went cold. I shut down. “I told you to never speak about it here. Ever.” I told her, my voice emotionless. “It’s time to face reality, Del!” She said, standing up and slamming her hands on the table. Some fourth years looked at her with alarmed expressions, and she lowered her voice again. “You will die if you don’t do this.”
I stared at her for what felt like a long time. In reality, it could have been minutes. Maybe seconds. But soon, too soon, I felt myself saying, “Do it. As nasty and as messy as possible.”
She put a grim smile on her face and nodded. Then she walked out of the library with a determined air. I dropped my head into my hands.
I was a terrible person. I was no Gryffindor. I was only worried about myself and my life, instead of the outcomes of my friend’s lives. No, I wasn’t a person. I was a monster. A live grenade that would destroy everything.
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