I feel like I need to clarify a few things first. To begin with, this story shall stay mostly canon except for one detail. James may have said that Teddy was snogging Vic, but to make the ages work… he was snogging Molly instead. Switch the names and you'll be fine. Some of the characters might seem weird because of personalities or ages but remember… barely anything is concrete.

Part two of this unfortunately long author's note: I don't know when I'll update this because I have school, soccer, drama, etc. But as long as it stays interesting/fun to write, it shall be updated eventually. Don't worry. If you want to suggest something/want me to just update already, just PM me. I love PMs, they make me feel loved :P Enjoy and please, please, please (I can't stress this enough) review. I want to know what I'm doing right, wrong, and your favorite line. You could just review with that. But I digress. Here's "Conspiracy Theory"-

Dominique's first train ride to Hogwarts had been unfortunately long, it seemed. She wished she have had someone to tell her to pack a book for the trip or even, Merlin, just a cousin to sit with when she couldn't find any first years who wanted her to sit with them. She was stuck in a compartment with a group of second year Ravenclaws who didn't care if she sat with them as long as she was quiet. Dom had never had to be quiet at home, she may have been lectured a bit too much on how to be a good role model for her little sister and brother, but she could still run through the house screaming and play tag and have water balloon fights with Vic, who was nine and still old enough to throw the balloons but too young to have any aim.

She was stuck in a boat with a nasty boy who kept trying to push one of the girls into the lake, a girl who rode in the front with the confidence of someone who had an older sibling already there, and a boy who was staring at Dom over the back of his Siamese cat.

"You're Dominique Weasley."

She faltered. "Err… yeah. I am. Nice detective work."

He stuck out a hand. "Tyler Beld."

She shook her head. "I don't shake hands."

"Look at that," the girl in the front of the boat said, "The little Weasley thinks she's better than us. Isn't that right?"

"No, I just-" Dom, in that moment, wished she'd never come to Hogwarts. She wished that she'd never got separated on the train from him, and she wished that she'd found the second year Hufflepuffs, with him among them, to sit with instead of the Ravenclaws.

Once they reached the school, they were shuffled off to a separate chamber from the rest of the school and Dom, happy that Teddy had mentioned the Sorting Hat, last winter at the Burrow, knew that she would be one of the last to be called.

Once they were escorted up to the front of the room, Dom was way too busy searching the crowded hall for Teddy, who waved from her from his table, to concentrate on the actual Sorting. She knew that she'd tell Molly everything she could about Hogwarts at the next holiday because her cousin was going next year and she needed someone, other than Teddy who they only really saw during the holidays with the Potter family, to tell her what to expect. Vic'd probably want to listen in, too. She was going to Hogwarts in two years, with James, and she was excited about it.

She'd been trying to convince their mum to let her get her wand two years early but as soon as that idea was shot down, she wanted to get her own textbooks, instead. Their mum had been trying to explain that she'd just use Dom's textbooks but that Dom needed them that year, when she had wanted to get an owl. That had been where Dom had wandered off to go look at potion's ingredients while their dad explained that Dom only got an owl as a going away present and that Vic would get one in two years.

"Weasley? Weasley? Hello? Dominique Weasley, are you here?"

Dom realized she'd been staring down at her feet, trying to plan out exactly what she'd tell Molly, and that they must have been calling her name for at least the last five minutes. She blushed and hurried to the stool where she accepted the hat and avoided looking at a very annoyed Professor Patil.

Quite the daydreamer, aren't you?

"Shut up!"

She realized, too late, that she'd spoken aloud and she knew people must be doing or saying something out in the hall but all she could hear was the laugh of the Hat and the only thing in front of her was blackness.

I mean… shut up.

Strong-willed, are you?

No. Just frustrated.

So then you're a-

Can you tell me? Now, in my head, before you shout it out to the world. I need to know a second before them, I just…

RAVENCLAW!

But I'm not smart!

You're been Sorted, go!

She went. She placed the Sorting Hat down on the stool and hurried down the steps to the Ravenclaw table. The girl from earlier glared at her from the Gryffindor table but she ignored her, staring straight ahead as the rest of the Sorting continued. Not two minutes later, though, someone made their way over to her and tapped her on the shoulder. She turned, expecting Teddy but instead it was Tyler, from the boat.

"Yes?"

"Is it true?"

"Is what true?"

"Are you as much of a bitch as they say?"

It was only ten minutes at Hogwarts and Dom was already the Weasley bitch. She was not looking forward to the rest of her first year.