Hiya! Gone with the Wind was written for the Divergent Competition for the Harry Potter Fanfiction Challenges Forum (amazing forum, go check it out!). The aim is to use as many or little of the provided quotes, taken from the Divergent book series, as you want and write a chapter on them. The due date is July 5th and I should have done 11 chapters by then! Anyway, the quote for this chapter is 'Why do people pretend death is sleep? It's not."

Dominique's POV

"May James Potter, Roxanne Weasley, Fred Weasley, Dominique Weasley, Rose Weasley, Albus Potter, Louis Weasley, Lucy Weasley, Lily Potter and Hugo Weasley please come to my office now." Professor McGonagall's voice booms all over the castle, making the ground shake ever-so-slightly and the tables rattle, causing students to have to seize their belongings, before they end up on the floor.

I look around the room, to see confused looks on all three of my cousins faces. We are often called into Professor McGonagall's office for pranks gone wrong or some made up crap that the Slytherin's had fed their head of House about us. But never in my six and a half years at Hogwarts, had the whole family been called in. To say I'm not slightly confused and a little nervous would be a lie, but I'm more curious that anything.

"Go on then! Don't keep the head waiting. Just make sure you copy up what you've missed from someone who hasn't been stupid enough to risk their Hogwarts education by pulling some utterly dire prank on the Slytherins." Professor McLaggen's voice returned to its droning tones, as he recites all the'important' things about Charms.

I quickly shove everything into my bag, hastily exiting the room, followed by Roxanne, Fred and James.

"Okay, you guys seriously pulled another prank! I mean, if I was involved, we wouldn't be getting caught right now! Did I say we? Cause I meant you! I am NOT taking the fall for you guys being so stupid and immature! Come on it's our last year at Hogwarts and I do NOT want you guys messing..." Roxy starts going all Head Girl on us, but is cut off by her twin.

"Well, I'm with you there, cause I wasn't involved either! I though we were partners, James?!" Fred states furiously, though I can tell he's a little hurt.

"This wasn't me either. Do you really think I'd give you lot some of the credit if I pulled it off?" He has a point- James would admit if he had pulled a brilliant prank, and he wouldn't give anyone else any credit. He's trying to make a name for himself and out-do our pranking ancestors.

"Don't look at me, I have no idea either," I say, as we turn a corner into the corridor leading to Professor McGonagall's office. We see third year Lily and Hugo traipsing up the corridor, looking slightly pissed.

"Okay what did you dungheads do?! I am not getting in detentions or anything for your STUPID prank!" Lily was is just like her mum. She's kind of scary, when she wanted to be.

"Wait, so this isn't your work either?" Fred says, getting us all more confused by the second.

"Nope." Hugo replies, popping his 'p' coolly, "We thought this was your fault."

"It's not. There is no way Rose, Albus, Lucy and Louis could pull off a prank so big that we would all get in trouble," Roxanne pondered as we began to walk up the open staircase to Professor McGonagall's office.

"I don't know. When Rose puts her mind to something, she could probably achieve it," I say, knowing full well that out of all of us, Rose is the smartest.

"Pranking can't be learnt. It is an art." reply James and Fred, both worshippers of the Pranking religion.

"Wow guys, that was deep. Excuse me while I wipe the tears from my eye." I fake wiping my eyes as everybody, bar Rose, giggles. Now is not the time to be laughing, and I know it, but I can't help it.

"Seriously?! How can you all joke at a time like this?! We're being summoned to the Head's office for crying out loud!" a hyperventilating Lily cries.

"Not as if we've not been here before..." James and Fred smirk.

"Okay, start being serious. All of you." Roxanne goes back into Head Girl mode as we reach the top of the stairs. I take a deep breathe and knock on the old Oak door.

"Come in." McGonagall's stern voice sounds shaky and thin.

I push open the door, "Ah, you're all here. Sit down." I make my way over to one of the many hard wooden chairs around her desk, 4 of which are filled by Lucy, Louis, Rose and Albus. I sit down, James on my left and Roxanne on my right. I glance at Louis, questioning him with my eyes as to why we're here. He shrugs and goes back to facing McGonagall.

"There's been an accident... I don't know the details, just that it wasn't anyone's fault and no one could prevent it... I'm terribly sorry to have to be the one to tell you all this, but I told your parents I would, in order to make it easier for them. Never in all my years as a Hogwarts teacher have I had to do this, and I would wish this on no one, especially not your family. There is no easy way to say this." I hold my breathe. I dont want to know. I know its bad and I dont want to know. "Your cousin and sister, Victoire Weasley, is dead."

Silence.

It feels as if the world has stopped. As if we are frozen in time. No one moves. No one speaks. It feels as if no one is even breathing. The next few seconds feel longer than my entire life.

My sister. My beautiful, smart, perfect sister is dead. Dead. And I'll never see her again. She's never coming home. The sister who's name was my first word, the one who made me pancakes when I was ill, the one who went off to Hogwarts crying, the one who's gotten straight O's, the one who has a crush Teddy Lupin since she was 4, the one I shared a room with for 17 years, the one who is the perfect child: Dead.

Suddenly, I slam back to earth. Back to reality. Lily starts crying into her hands. Rose cuddles a sobbing Hugo. Lucy rushes over to a dumb-struck Louis, and pulls him into a hug. Albus makes his way to Lily, quite unsure of what to do. Fred gets up and sat sits next to Roxanne, who then bursts into uncontrollable tears. I do nothing. I sit there, staring a McGonagall, unable to process the fact that my sister is dead. James reaches out and grabs my hand.

"Will we be able to see her?" Louis asks.

"What?!" I say, shooting up from my chair.

"Yes, I'd imagine you will be." McGonagall answers, ignoring my interruption.

"She'll just look like she's sleeping, right?" Louis' voice quivers.

"Why do people pretend death is sleep? It's not." I say, making a hasty exit from the room.

I run like a coward. Away from the room. Away from the school. Away from my family. Away from my thoughts. Away from the fact that my stunning, intelligent, loved, perfect sister is dead.

Loads happened in that chapter! I'm sorry if you don't like the fact I killed Victoire, but that's kinda what the fic is based around. Please leave a review, it would mean the world! Thanks you for reading!