New Me

Dominique Weasley isn't the typical Weasley. She hates her family, breaks the rules, gets into trouble and doesn't care of the outcomes. What happens when she gets kicked out of Beauxbatons and forced to attend Hogwarts? What happens when she learns the brother she despises, needs her help? What happens when the rebel-Weasley, meets the rebel-Malfoy? This is the story about Dominique Weasley Néé Delacour.


8. Chapter 8

Disclaimer, I do not own Harry Potter.


The sunlight woke me up the next morning, it also gave me a killer headache. I just lay in bed for a while, trying to remember last night but it was a blur. I can remember Miquel and me arguing, then me getting drunk and hearing what Dad said and then, did I kiss Lorcan again? Scorpius?

"Fuck!" I groaned, everything coming to me, I jumped up out of bed and threw on the first pair of jeans and jumper I found.

Teddy and my family were sat around the table eating breakfast when I walked into the kitchen, the smell of food made me vomit a little in my mouth.

"Good morning sweetie. Happy New Year." Mum smiled at me, I tried to smile back but it just came out as a grimace. Teddy chuckled and shook his head.

"Hung over?" He guessed, he laughed and Mum tutted when I slowly nodded my head. "You aren't the only one, James and Albus haven't pulled their heads out of the toilet since two o'clock this morning." Mum and Dad laughed this time though.

"How's Scorpius? I seen him drink a fair bit last night, or can the boy handle his drink better than the rest?" Dad asked Teddy, not mentioning the state his sixteen year old daughter was in. I looked up when Dad asked about Scorpius, Louis noticed and smiled, shaking his head at me.

"Scorpius? He's, off. Normally he'd be teasing Albus with me and Lily, but he wasn't. He only came to breakfast and ate something because Ginny practically shoved it down his throat, at four o'clock this morning I went to get a glass of water and he was sat in the living room, said he couldn't sleep." Teddy shrugged, frowning a little bit. I sighed and bit my lip, staring at my hands.

"Something wrong?" Mum asked me, noticing I was upset.

"Are we going to the Burrow for that stupid New Year meal thing?" I asked her, shaking my head.

"Yes we are." Dad answered me.

"What time do we have to be there?" I asked Mum, ignoring Dad completely.

"No later than noon. Why are you asking? You're not going anywhere." Dad snapped again. I rolled my eyes and stood up from the table. "Dominique Weasley, you do as you're told!" He shouted, standing up too.

"No. No I will not do as I'm told Bill -" I shouted back, ignoring the pounding in my head.

"I am your father, you call me 'Dad'" He cut me off, making me burst out laughing.

"And I'm your daughter but you pretend I don't exist." I reminded him, he looked confused for a minute and went to say something else but I interrupted him. "Last night? That old couple asked about your family? You told them about Louis, how smart he is, how you couldn't be happier? You told them about her, getting married, being Head Girl, being so fucking perfect it can't be real!" I shouted, nodding to Louis and Victoire, the latter glared at me throughout this. "Yet you never once mentioned me. Your disappointment, your embarrassment. So no Bill. I won't call you Dad, not if you don't call me your daughter." I glared at him and then looked at Mum. "I'm going to hang out with Rose, I'll go to the Burrow with her." I softened my glare for a second but then scowled at Dad and walked from the kitchen.

"The Lighthouse!" I shouted when I was in the fireplace.

Uncle Ron and Aunt Hermione's house was huge, easy three times the size of Shell Cottage, they said they wanted space in their own house. The family joked that they only wanted a big house because every time they argued they could then spend days in their own house without having to see each other.

"Hello?" Uncle Ron's voice shouted from one of the many rooms leading away from the living room. He rushed into the room, reading glasses on and a piece of parchment in his hands.

"You're working on New Year's day?" I asked him.

"The house isn't very quiet during the holidays so I take what time I can. Rose is visiting her Grandparents with her mother and brother. Anything I can help with?" He told me with a small smile on his face. I sighed, really wanting to talk to Rose.

"Not really. Do you know when she'll be back?"

"They're meeting me at the Burrow at one. Are you sure you don't want to talk? You look a little stressed." He noted, looking at me carefully.

"My Dad hates me." I stated, quite surprised I was actually telling him this. "Last night I overheard him talking to somebody about his family, he never even mentioned me. Just saint Vic and Louis." I glared at the carpet as I spoke. "He told them how Victoire was head girl, a Healer and is getting married. Then he said about Louis being brilliant at school, I wasn't expecting him to brag about me, 'my daughter Dominique she's no good at anything, can't even manage to stay in school.' He could have said something though! Dominique plays the piano, Dominique likes to sing, Dominique can speak fluent French. But no, he doesn't say anything, not even my name." I scrunched my face up and had to bite my lip so I didn't let out my cry.

What the hell is wrong with me? I don't cry, twice in not even twenty four hours I've cried. This is why I don't like being round my family, they screw me up.

"Well, I can see why that would seem like he hates you." Uncle Ron nodded. "He doesn't by the way, he loves you." He added when I raised an eyebrow at him.

"No he doesn't, a friend asks about his family and he doesn't mention me?"

"Look, at parties like that parents brag about they're kids' success. I know for a fact that I rubbed it in Oliver Wood's face twice that my Rosie was beating his daughter Abi in all her lessons even though Abi is a Ravenclaw. Uncle Harry liked to mention to Oliver that Lily is the best Chaser the Gryffindor team has seen in decades. Uncle Percy practically signed Molly's contract to work in the Transport office at the ministry. Maybe your Dad couldn't think of something to brag about so he didn't mention you?" He suggested, walking out of the room and down the long corridor. I had to hurry to follow him and as he turned into the kitchen he told me to sit at one of the islands.

"Ice cream? Isn't it a little early?" I asked him when he came from the pantry with the tub and two spoons.

"I won't tell if you don't." Uncle Ron shrugged. "I'm not saying you don't have nothing to brag about, if I remember rightly you are a fantastic singer? And I know that you're teaching Louis to play piano?" He asked me at my nod he continued. "You know as well as I do he's not very happy with you at the moment. I was there when he found out you'd been expelled, oddly enough we were talking about you that morning. Come on, I'll show you." He nodded once and told me to follow him again. We went down the corridor and into one of the doorways, his office.

"I've got this from work. Don't tell Uncle Harry or he'll fire me." He grinned, pulling a Pensieve from a cupboard. He put it on his desk and then put his wand to his head. "Go ahead kid." He nodded at me when he put the memory in.

My parents, Uncle Harry, Aunt Ginny, Uncle Ron, Aunt Hermione, Teddy and Victoire were sat around the kitchen table in Shell Cottage, all drinking coffee.

"How long until we go pick the kids up from King's Cross?" Uncle Ron asked his wife.

"Two hours, same as every year." She laughed.

"Is Dom coming home for Christmas this year?" Teddy asked my parents.

"No." Victoire told him straight away, her face blank.

"How is Dominique anyway? I haven't seen or heard from her in about four years." Uncle Harry asked my parents, thinking about how long it had been.

"Neither have we it seems like." Dad sighed, I looked at Victoire and saw her features harden, her lips mash into a straight line.

"Didn't you see her during the Summer?" Aunt Hermione asked.

"We went to France and saw her for about half an hour before she went to her friends house for the rest of the week." Dad shrugged, looking a little upset.

I remember them coming; but they didn't seem that interested in talking to me, and Victoire was just showing off and complaining about having to take time off work and Louis was complaining about missing his friends, so I decided to stay at a friends until they left.

"Mama writes me every week telling me how she is though; apparently she's calmed right down. Good job too, Papa said she was on her last chance. After they got called into the school for her walking out and swearing at a teacher they told us anymore of her behavior and she'd have to move home in the holidays." Mum told my Aunts and Uncles, Aunt Hermione was the only one who didn't look slightly impressed.

"She's probably screwed her head on properly, now that her exams are coming up soon." Aunt Ginny suggested, trying to convince herself if looked like.

"Appoline says Dominique said she couldn't care less about her exams, she never even sat most of them last year. The three she did sit though, and that was only because a teacher stood by her during them, she got a hundred percent on them." Dad told them, looking slightly proud.

"She's always been smart, she just doesn't care." Mum shrugged her shoulders and shook her head.

"Oh look, you have two owl's." Aunt Ginny nodded to the window.

"That's a Beauxbatons letter. One from my parents too, why is the post coming at three o'clock?" Mum questioned as she recognized the owls.

She opened the window and accepted the two letters, frowning in confusion.

"Spoke too soon, what's she done now?" Dad sighed when Mum opened the letter from school. Her face changed completely, it went from confusion, to anger, to horrified. The letter fell from her hands and into her lap.

"William." She breathed, tears in her eyes. "They've expelled her, she's put a boy in hospital." Mum whispered. The table froze, everybody looking shocked. Dad reached to pick the envelope from my Grandparents up from the table.

"Yeah." He sighed, scanning the letter before throwing it down. "Your parents have had enough, your father is bringing her home the day before Christmas Eve."

"Hospital? She put a boy in hospital?" Aunt Hermione repeated. "Why? What happened?"

"It doesn't say, just says an incident occurred that resulted Mr. Daveson being admitted to the hospital wing and then transferred through to the French hospital. She's been put in a segregated dormitory and she's to sit her exams by the end of the week. We have to organize for Hogwarts or Durmstrang to accept her or we have to home-school her." Mum sobbed, she started crying when she said his name and was sobbing by the end of it.

"Hogwarts, Hogwarts or home-schooling. She's not going to Durmstrang it's too far. We sent her to France because she begged to go, my little girl is not going to Durmstrang, not if I can help it." Dad shook his head. I haven't heard him call me his little girl since I was about seven.

"Little girl, my little Domino put somebody in hospital." Dad whispered in disbelief. "My baby girl." His expression made a pang of guilt hit my stomach. He wasn't crying, wasn't angry yet, he was just dismayed, beaten. He looked destroyed.

I had enough of the memory and pulled myself out of it. Dad's face kept covering my eyes, it was all I could see. He'd never looked that way to me before, lately he only glared at me.

"It was only the day after that, when they wrote you and you didn't write back, that he began to get angry." Uncle Ron told me softly, he was sat at his desk, looking at some paperwork.

"He hasn't called me Domino since I was a little girl." I muttered, more to myself than to him.

"Bill always calls you that when you're not around. Sweet really." Uncle Ron smiled at his desk before looking up at me.

"Why did you show me that? He still hates me." I asked him stubbornly.

"You know why I showed you it, to show you that your Dad does not hate you. He loves you, just at this present minute he's not very happy with you." He struggled for words, sounding more like the Uncle Ron I remembered. "Look, put it this way; the last time you two really spoke was when you were eleven, moving out of your family home and to another country by your own choice. Since then you completely changed, avoided the family at every opportunity, ignored your siblings for nearly six years, hardly spoke or seen your parents, got into a shit load of trouble repeatedly and then got expelled from school. You were forced to come home, within minutes you'd argued with your parents, snapped at your Aunt, stormed out of the Burrow and lit a cigarette up in front of your parents. Then you came back late, argued again and went to bed early. The next day you created a scene at breakfast, argued yet again and stormed out of the house again, coming home nearly twelve hours later covered in somebody else's blood." Uncle Ron listed of on his fingers, looking at me straight.

"Christmas Day, you and your sister argued, which she started I know, but you stormed out and missed the family meal then you sat and snogged a boy right in front of him. Last night you attacked your cousin minutes after he arrived and then got blind drunk. Face it Dominique, if he's angry with you, I'm not surprised." He shrugged, being bluntly honest with me. "You should have come home and behaved as best you could have, tried to make things up to him and your mother." He was right, sort of.

If I'm honest, and being pretty mature, I can point out bits of the last week where I shouldn't have done what I did, looking back I'm thankful Dad didn't walk in on Lorcan and I, that would have been mortifying on my part. No daughter wants their Dad to see them at it.

Maybe I shouldn't have had an attitude with them on my first day back. Perhaps I shouldn't have snogged Lorcan in front of them, purely to wind Victoire and my Dad up. But other tan those couple of things, Dad shouldn't have said what he did.

"Why are you making excuses for him? He said he had two children! He ignored my existence. Fair enough he seemed proud of me that morning, but if you're not happy with your daughter you may not speak to her. You sure as hell do not deny she exists!" I blew up in Uncle Ron's face, he never said anything, just waited for me to finish.

When I did finish we just sat staring at each other for a while, I was glad he never said anything because I didn't really want to snap at him anymore. Uncle Ron was always one of my favorite Uncles, after Charlie and before Harry.

"Your Dad shouldn't have said what he said. I'm not defending him or justifying what got said because he needs to do that himself, I'm just trying to tell you that he doesn't hate you." Uncle Ron told me, reaching across to squeeze my hand reassuringly. I just smiled at him, not going to even bother arguing anymore.

"Now, Rose won't be coming back until after the Burrow but you're welcome to stay and hang around here if you like. I'm going to be holed up in here until one o'clock." Uncle Ron told me, waving a hand over his desk.

"I don't really wanna go home. Have Rose or Hugo brought their brooms back from school?" I asked him. "Can I go for a fly on one of them?"

"Sure, Rose's is the newer model, Hugo preferred a new Chess set for Christmas instead of a new broom. If you get bored Harry said that Albus and Scorpius aren't going anywhere until later. He dropped some more paperwork off this morning." He rolled his eye and muttered something under his breath.

"Dominique? Don't become an Auror, my boss is a jerk." I heard him call after me and laugh. I just shrugged and carried on walking out of his office.

They lived on the other side of a muggle village to Uncle Harry and Aunt Ginny - like you could literally walk from Uncle Ron's house, take a five mile walk to the village, walk through the village and then a three mile walk to Uncle Harry's house - so they were pretty deserted. That was great for us 'kids' who loved flying though, because it meant we could actually fly around in the sky without fear of being seen by muggles.

I took advantage of that and just flew around Uncle Ron's large garden, trying to clear my head and trying to come up with what I'd say to Scorpius in a few hours.


"What do you mean she's not with you? Rose, she told us she was going to hang out with you!" I heard Mum's panicked voice as soon as I stepped out of the fireplace, the living room was deserted but I could hear laughter coming from upstairs and only Mum's worried voice from the kitchen.

"We've been at my parents' all morning Fleur. Dominique hasn't been with us." I heard Aunt Hermione tell my mother, who then sobbed.

"Mum, stop it. She'll be fine, she's probably just sulking somewhere." I heard Victoire sigh, I can picture her sat between her precious Daddy and her bloody boyfriend looking all high and mighty.

"Victoire, that's not helping -" Dad then groaned.

"She's doing a lot more than you are. If something has happened to her it's your fault William." Mum surprised me by practically screaming, I heard several adults gasp.

"How is it my fault?" Dad argued, Mum must have given him a look because he never said anything else.

"Mum, relax. Like I said, she's probably sulking because nobody chased after her." I heard Victoire sigh again, standing up for Dad like always.

Stupid witch.

"Or -" I shouted, walking round the small corner and standing in the living room doorway. "She's just floo'd in from Uncle Ron's where she's been all morning, perfectly safe, because the thought of spending another minute in the same house as you, knocks her sick?" I suggested, glaring at Victoire who glared back.

"Oh, Dominique!" Mum gasped in relief, pulling me into a tight hug. I hugged her back but glared at Victoire and then Dad, over her shoulder. "I thought you'd gone off or something." She breathed in my ear.

"I went to find Rose and then started talking to Uncle Ron." I shrugged, pulling away. I looked at Rose and saw her raise an eyebrow at me.

Perfect, Scorpius told her.

"Well the meal won't be ready for another half hour, why don't you two go join your cousins upstairs." Gran told us, I looked around the table and noticed that Victoire was the only non Aunt or Uncle or one of my parents, sat at the table. "We'll shout you when it's ready girls." She waved us out, taking the hint we left the room but hung back around the doorway.

"Girls! Come on, I'm George Weasley! How stupid do you think I am!" We both heard Uncle George shout and laugh before the closed door shook a little, blocking every sound out.

"Wonder what they're hiding?" Rose asked me as we slowly walked up the stairs.

"No doubt it's about me. Can we go up to our room?" I asked her when she put a hand on Uncle George's old room, that's where the laughter was coming from. By the sounds of it, James and Lucy were putting on quite the show.

"Yeah, I think we need to talk." Rose looked at me out of the corner of her eyes with a knowing look and a smirk. I never mentioned it though and just kept walking, right to the top of the house.

"Right, what exactly was going through your mind when- oh sorry. Thought you'd be downstairs." Rose stopped mid-sentence when she opened the door to see Scorpius and Albus sat on a bed, facing each other. Scorpius had his back to us but Albus looked straight at me and then back at Scorpius.

"It's fine, we were going outside anyway." Scorpius muttered, standing up and walking straight out the room, looking at the floor when he passed me. Albus followed and raised an eyebrow.

"Shut up." I muttered, going to sit on the bed Scorpius just abandoned.

"Rosie. I fucked up big style." I groaned, putting my head in my hands when I heard the door shut.

"What happened? Your version not Albus' version that he heard from Scorpius. Or Lily's version that she heard from Lysander who was told by Lorcan." Rose told me, sitting on the other bed and smirking at me.

"Lily knows? Hang on, we slept together hours ago, how on earth do you all know?" I asked her in disbelief.

"Just because your family is all magic, doesn't mean the rest of us are. We actually have methods of contacting each other without jumping through fire." Rose rolled her eyes and motioned for me to carry on.

"Well, after I left you..." I then told her everything that happened, or what I could remember. "And then I told Lorcan to get out and cried myself to sleep." I finished about twenty minutes later.

"Wow, Al just said that Scorpius saw you two in bed. We just assumed he meant while you were going at it." Rose laughed, stopping when I glared at her.

"What do I do? I don't like Lorcan that way, I think I like Scorpius that way and I've completely crushed him!" I sighed into my hands, I heard Rose get up and then felt her sit beside me and put her arm around my shoulders.

"I've known Scorpius for nearly seven years now, this mood thing he's in? It's not all down to you; Christmas and New Year has always been a soft spot for him because of his parents. Now, what you should do is just apologize for what he saw and then try and act like nothing happened." Rose said slowly, like she was trying to work something out. "He'll forgive you and then get over it by shagging some random fifth year at school." She scoffed.

"Rosie? What happened between the two of you?" I asked her quietly, turning to look at her.

"We dated, for about three and a half months in secret at first. Albus found out, he found us snogging in a broom cupboard of all places, but he just laughed in our faces and said that James owed him ten galleons. Anyway, the family found out and then the rest of the school did, Scorpius' cousin apparently sent a letter about the relationship to Scorpius' Dad, at King's Cross his Dad was waiting for him, he practically dragged him home with him. Albus and I were hanging out at his house a few days later when Scorpius floo'd in. We don't really know what happened then because Ginny and Harry took him into Harry's office for an hour, at Christmas Dinner last year Ginny and Harry announced Scorpius had moved in completely with them." Rose told me, looking into the air for a second. "Anyway, it traveled round school pretty fast that Scorpius wasn't a 'Malfoy' anymore, he ignored his cousins and they ignored him, around Valentines day we broke up, aside from snogging we were just friends." She shrugged.

"Broke up? Who dumped who?" I asked her, already knowing the answer.

"Well he dumped me but, looking back I can see why and I'm grateful, our friendship was stronger than our relationship if that makes sense?" She shrugged again. "I don't mind if you like him. Merlin if I had a problem with family members having a thing for my ex's, Lily, Molly and Lucy would never speak to me ever again!" She giggled, making me burst out laughing. We spent the next half hour discussing Rose's very long and complicated love-life before Gran shouted us down for our food.

I made sure I sat away from Dad, so did Mum by the looks of it, and away from Scorpius too, I'll apologize when we're alone together. Pretty soon the conversation turned to Hogwarts and parents checking if the children had finished all their homework.

"Have you braced yourself Dominique? Once you get to school you'll have a full terms worth of work to catch up on." Molly asked me, she was sat opposite me with a book in her hand, honestly it was as if her and Louis were supposed to be brother and sister instead of me and him.

"Not really, if they're expecting me to do three months worth of work they've got another thing coming." I shrugged, not really hungry I was just playing with the food on my plate.

"Is something wrong with your food? You've not touched it." Gran asked me before Dad could snap at me. "And you Scorpius, I can make you both something else if you like." I looked over to where Scorpius was sat, on the other side of the table, five people along from Molly.

"No it's alright Molly, I'm just not hungry." Scorpius shrugged, pushing his plate away. "Excuse me, I'm going for some air." He muttered, standing up and walking quickly out of the kitchen. I felt eyes on me and saw Lily, Rose, Albus and Louis all staring at me. Perfect, Lily had told Louis. Rose nodded her head towards the window, telling me to follow him.

"Yeah, me either Gran. I'm going for a smoke." I quickly said, walking quickly from the kitchen. I heard several of my Uncles chuckle after me but I just ignored them.

Scorpius was sat on a bench with his back to the Burrow, I could see him lighting a cigarette up.

"Go back inside Albus." He sighed, not looking behind him to see who had followed him.

"I dyed my hair so I didn't look like Victoire, not to look like Albus." I joked, sitting on the bench beside him. "Mind if I borrow one?" I asked him, nodding to the packed in his hand, he never answered, just practically threw the packet at me. We sat in an awkward silence for a couple of minutes before I spoke again.

"Look, last night with Lorcan..." I started but he just shrugged.

"Don't, you don't have to explain."

"No I do. It was a one time thing, a stupid mistake. I was drunk, too damn drunk and my head was all over the place with my fucking Dad." I sighed, pulling my knees up to tuck them under my chin. "I'm, sorry."

He turned to look at me and cocked an eyebrow, "For what? You got laid, you should be happy. Or is Scamander not a good lay?" He grinned, sort of back to how he was.

"Funny, and you know why I'm sorry." I looked him in the eye and he nodded slowly.

"I got a letter yesterday, forgot about it until this morning." He told me after a while, we'd both finished our cigarettes and were just sat in the cold in silence. He pulled a letter out of his pocket and handed it to me.

Dear Scorpius,

I'd like to have a meeting with you tomorrow at three p.m. Your mother won't be here, so it will just be the two of us. I expect you to be here on time as the meeting will be highly beneficial for you. I'll tell you more when you come, if you don't then your just spiting yourself.

Happy New Year,

"I thought you didn't speak to your parents?" I asked him, frowning at the formality of the letter. Even my Dad was warmer than that.

"I don't, not a birthday or Christmas card since last Christmas. Not even a letter asking how school is going and then he sends this." He scoffed, taking the letter of me and scrunching it up.

"Are you going to go?" I asked softly.

"I suppose I have to. He could be ill, mother could be ill. They could be dying." He spoke in an emotionless voice, it was quite scary really. Listening to him speak about the possibility of his parents dying without much emotion actually scared me a little bit. I turned my head to look at the house behind us, I could see through the window; mostly everybody was laughing. Harry and Ginny were sat together, having a little discussion, I saw them both look out the window a few times before turning to each other again.

"I don't want to hurt them." Scorpius saw where I was looking and turned too. "Harry and Ginny have practically become my parents, have been since I was twelve. If I go back to that house and my Dad wants me to return, what will I tell them? They've opened their home for me, practically raised me the last six years and..." He trailed off.

"You don't have too, if he wants you to move back you don't have to. You're seventeen Scorpius, an adult legally. Your father can't make you do anything you don't want to." I reminded him. He nodded a couple of times before he checked his watch.

"It's two forty five." He sighed.

"Want my advice? Tell Harry and Ginny, they'll understand. Go see what he wants, he could be wanting to apologize, waiting to welcome you back." I told him, standing up and dragging him up out of his seat.

"I hope you're in Gryffindor." He muttered, leading the way into the house. I never answered, just smiled and followed him.

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