Chapter 1 : Lone Wolf
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“All stories are about wolves. All worth repeating, that is. Anything else is sentimental drivel.
All of them?
Sure, he says. Think about it. There's escaping from the wolves, fighting the wolves, capturing the wolves, taming the wolves. Being thrown to the wolves, or throwing others to the wolves so the wolves will eat them instead of you. Running with the wolf pack. Turning into a wolf. Best of all, turning into the head wolf. No other decent stories exist.”
Meet Dom Weasley, lone wolf. Sarcastic. Enigmatic. Brilliant, yet slightly insane if you ask anyone around her.
Whether she's escaping from wolves like her nightmares; or fighting wolves like the Gryffindor Quidditch Team, she seems to want to avoid being the captured, tamed wolf; instead opting for running free.
Seeing as it's not her fault that her cousin James made the sorting hat go on strike, she's throwing him to the figurative wolves for that one, so that he can get eaten. Besides, it's not like he wouldn't do the same to her.
Follow Dom as she runs with the wolves, turns in to a wolf, and starts a movement that transforms her and those around her, as she fights for her life and the ultimate position of head wolf.
Chapter 1: Lone Wolf
“I'm nothing but a lone wolf, misunderstood and labeled to be dangerous." ~Unknown.
A blur of blonde and black flashed by on a skateboard, speeding through Kings Cross station. As she glided through the barrier, a few muggles muttered to themselves disapprovingly. Fourteen year old Dominique Weasley jumped off her skateboard, picked it up, and scanned the crowd at Platform Nine-and-Three-Quarters for any sign of Sebastian Avery, before putting it back down and hopping on, to resume her search.
For all of their closeness, neither Dom nor her father were partial to public displays of emotion, and both preferred to say their goodbyes privately. Her father, who had been called off to work at a tomb in Siberia all summer, had arranged for a porktkey to Kings Cross, in order for Dom to get back to school. She had spent her summer helping him out at the archaeological site, much to her enjoyment, and her mother’s disapproval. Though Dom wished her summer would last forever, she had to admit she was looking forward to seeing her friends.
She wandered past a group of people she recognized as her cousins, and she heard her cousin James teasing his younger siblings. Albus, who was going in to his first year looked like he was about to cry. Dom rolled her eyes as James made fun of Slytherin—it was hard to believe that they used to be best friends once upon a time.
Dom waved at a few of her classmates, knowing she’d have more time to catch up with them on the train. Her skateboard glided past the Scamander Twins, who were saying goodbye to their parents; and past a familiar looking man with bright blue hair having an intimate moment with the head girl. She was unsurprised at the sight of her older sister Victoire kissing Teddy Lupin, though she cringed at the sound of James’ voice announcing it to the rest of the family. James was not known for his tact.
Suddenly, Dom felt someone grip her arm and pull her on to the train. She looked up to see Sylvester and Sebastian Avery, two of her closest friends. They put their fingers to their lips and nodded in the direction of Dom’s uncle Harry, who was talking to Albus. The trio quietly listened, as Harry quelled his son’s fears about being in Slytherin.
Dom grinned. Her uncle Harry was one of her favorite relatives. He was one of the few—along with her dad and her Uncle Charlie—that hadn’t reacted poorly upon finding out about her sorting. Instead, he had sent her a Slytherin sweatshirt and a box of Honeydukes sweets as a congratulatory gift. She just wasn’t too sure how Albus would fare being in Slytherin—though they were the most unified house at Hogwarts, they were also the most discriminated against, as everyone seemed certain that every member of Slytherin was bound to be the next dark lord. It took a rare kind of person to survive Hogwarts as a Slytherin.
The train’s whistle blew, and Dom rushed towards her usual compartment, trailed by the Avery brothers and Lysander Scamander. The three boys stored their trunks and look expectantly at her to see where her trunk was. Dom reached in to her pocket and pulled out a trunk the size of a thimble. She waved her wand and muttered an incantation, and the trunk enlarged back to a normal size.
“Thank Merlin for Aunt Hermione.” She muttered. She took her backpack off, which had her broom strapped on it, and opened it, to reveal a small wolf pup, whose face was peeking through the top curiously.
“Dom. Is that a wolf in your backpack?” Sebastian asked, hesitantly.
“Oh, this is Artemis. Dad and I rescued her during the full moon. She was attacked by a werewolf.”
Sebastian opened his mouth, presumably to ask how she was allowed to bring a wolf to school, but was silenced almost immediately by an elbow to the ribs from Lysander. Lysander then looked over at Sylvester, and the two boys shared a knowing look. Odds were that Dom wouldn't bother answering Seb. She preferred to share as little information as possible, even with her closest friends. And neither of the fifth year boys wanted to listen to Seb's persistent questions for the rest of the train ride.
Sylvester didn’t feel the need to ask why Dom was bringing a wolf to Hogwarts, or how it was even allowed. He understood, without her even needing to say so. Instead, he joined in on the arguments as to who would get to hold the pup for the rest of the train ride. The pup seemed to understand that Sylvester knew more than he was letting on, and licked his hand with her sandpaper tongue, as though trying to express her trust. She then curled up in to a contented ball in his lap, where she promptly fell asleep. The dark haired fifth year laughed as his younger brother scowled. “I wanted to hold her,” Seb whined. Lysander and Dom exchanged smiles. The four Slytherins made themselves comfortable and started discussing plans for the upcoming quidditch season. They were interrupted from time to time by other Slytherins, including their captain, Maximus Flint and his girlfriend, Adrianna Montague. Eventually, Dom fell asleep, her head on an exhausted Sylvester’s shoulder, while Seb was curled up in a ball on the floor, lightly snoring, and Lysander was using his Standard Book of Spells as a pillow.
Victoire Weasley, head girl. That had a rather nice ring to it. Victoire lightly fingered her head-girl badge as Cedric Wood, the head boy walked in to their compartment, his Gryffindor tie hanging messily around his neck. Ced and Victoire had grown up knowing each other—his mother Cho and her aunt Gabrielle were business partners, running their own line of quidditch-wear, and the two of them had attended Charm School—the wizarding primary school—together.
“Wotcher, Vic! Meeting starts in about fifteen minutes. The prefects should be joining us any minute now.” Cedric updated her, as he began to fix his tie.
The door burst open and Victoire’s cousin Molly, a seventh year Gryffindor prefect walked in, followed by Victoire’s roommate and best friend, Sinead Finnegan. The Longbottom twins followed shortly after, one donning Hufflepuff yellow, and the other in Gryffindor red, along with fellow sixth year prefect Megara Davies of Ravenclaw. Several other prefects walked in, most of whom Victoire recognized, and a crowd of Slytherin prefects brought up the rear.
“Hello everyone, I hope you all had a great holiday!” Victoire announced brightly. Cedric stood up and took it from there, handing out patrol schedules and a list of instructions that they were to follow. After a debriefing session that felt like it would last until Christmas, they were finally done. The prefects dispersed, leaving Victoire and Cedric alone.
The two sat across from each other, a stack of chocolate frogs between them, as they discussed NEWT subjects. Cedric wanted to be a curse breaker like Victoire’s father, while Victoire had an internship lined up at Nimbus in their design department. They were both planning on taking charms, arithmancy, and transfiguration, and began discussing their plans for their final portfolios, which were part of Hogwarts’ new ‘graduation readiness’ requirement.
Suddenly, Victoire heard a sound that resembled an explosion. But before she could get up to investigate, the door of their compartment flew open, and a charred and stunned James Potter came flying in. The note attached to him read “Keep your cousin away from my quidditch team.”
Victoire tried to stifle a grin, and handed the note to Cedric. He simply shook his head. James Potter was incorrigible. Maximus Flint was almost worse. James’ pranks on the Slytherin Quidditch Team had multiplied tenfold when his cousin Dominique joined the team in their second year, and Max had taken it upon himself to protect his team, including Dom, the only girl. Victoire had never said anything to him about it before, but she did appreciate that he looked out for Dom in the way that she couldn’t.
“Should we do something about Flint?” Victoire asked Cedric, hesitantly.
He shrugged in response. “No need. He’s just looking out for his own. James deserved it.”
Victoire agreed silently. Secretly, she was glad that Cedric and Molly had ‘James duty’, as they affectionately referred to it. The tall blonde had no desire to babysit her Gryffindor cousin. Cedric’s younger sister Aurora, who was in the same year as James, was a Ravenclaw along with Roxy, and it was a lot easier to keep an eye on the two girls, as they were model students.
“So what’s new with Teddy?” Cedric asked, in an attempt to make conversation.
“He’s still in auror training, but seems to be doing really well. Not surprising though—he’s perfect for the job, being a metamorphmagus and all.”
“Does the family know about the two of you?”
Ah, the million galleon question. Victoire nodded. “James saved me the trouble this morning.”
Cedric chuckled. James was…unique, for the lack of a better word, and Cedric had seen the exchange that morning on the platform. “How did everyone react?”
Victoire made a face. “I think Uncle Harry expected it. My cousins seemed surprised.”
“What about Dom?”
Victoire scoffed, as the train pulled in to a stop. “I never know what’s going on in her head anymore.”
Cedric shook his head as he gathered his belongings. He understood what she meant. Dominique Weasley was a complete enigma.
A/N: I own nothing but the plot. Also, reviews are always welcome!
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