Disclaimer: All of the characters belong to J.K. Rowling, I do not own anything, I'm merely playing with her characters to amuse myself.
A/N: This is the next generation kids as I see them, written purely because I needed somewhere to vent about my head canons or else I would explode. I picked the number 8 because it's my lucky number and I started with Dominique because she is one of my favorites, help me decide which one to do next in your reviews!
1. Dominique got the short end of the stick with the Veela gene. While Victoire had the strongest Veela powers which she had to constantly work to keep under control and Louis had the most control over them, turning it on and off as easily as pressing a button, Dom barely had any powers at all. She had to concentrate extremely hard to achieve the slightest effect and was usually left mentally exhausted afterward. She thought this was extremely unfair because she was the only one of her siblings who actually appreciated them. Louis merely used them as a form of amusement while Vic absolutely loathed them. It drove Dom crazy.
2. Even though she always acted extremely vain, she secretly thought she wasn't beautiful. Oh, sure, she was a pretty girl, but she wasn't breathtaking, like her sister was. This was part of the reason she was so mad about Victoire having more Veela powers – she believed that she needed them more than Vic did. She needed them to "squash out the Weasleyness that shined through" as she liked to say. Indeed, after their father, she had the most Weasley like appearance in the family. She was a blonde just like her siblings, but her hair had a definite tinge of red in it and she was covered in freckles, even more freckly than some of her fully redheaded cousins.
She always thought they made her look freakish, until a certain Slytherin boy convinced her otherwise.
3. She'd asked the Hat to put her in Gryffindor or at least Slytherin, which would make the perfect backdrop to the petty rivalry between her and Victoire. But no, the stupid piece of rag had placed her in Ravenclaw, where she would "fit in best and be happiest", as if that meant anything. The little eleven year old Dominique had felt like she was forever doomed to being the "smart one" while Victoire was "the beautiful one".
4. Which was actually sort of true. She did have almost genius level intelligence, which she tried extremely hard to conceal. In her second year, she tried out for the Quidditch team after spending countless nights sneaking out to the grounds and practicing in the cold slush, just so she could perhaps become "the athletic one" instead. She became the fiercest - and unfortunately the smartest - beater Ravenclaw ever had.
Once she turned thirteen and got interested in boys, she stole the Ravenclaw Prefect's boyfriend, who was also a Prefect and Quidditch captain. In her fifth year, she quit the team because it interfered with her social life, and dumped the Quidditch captain for the resident Slytherin "bad boy", resolving her reputation as the smart one, who was also "the one who is the heartbreaker of Ravenclaw". She never could fully shake off the smart label because even though she hardly ever studied, she still ended up getting Es in everything, even a few Os.
5. Her favorite cousin was Agnés, Tante Gabrielle's daughter. Every summer, either they went to France or Tante Gabrielle came to England with her daughter. Tante Gabrielle had never married but she had many lovers, a different one every month, so Agnés had never met her father. Not that she seemed all that bothered by that. She was the most carefree girl Dom had ever met, a true wild child. She'd shown Dominique how to have a good time, convinced her to go skinny dipping at night, diving off the cliffs next to the Shell Cottage, took her to the best parties in France when she visited her tante, helped her become fluent in French – Tante Gabrielle and Agnés both spoke very little English and only attempted using it when conversing with Bill, preferring to always speak French to Fleur and her daughters – and had gotten her hooked on smoking Muggle cigarettes. "Tout le monde fume à Paris!", she'd said dismissively when Dominique had first seen her smoking and asked if that wasn't harmful. Of course once Dominique had started smoking, it had become this fashionable thing and now everybody – everybody that mattered at least - smoked in Hogwarts too.
6. Despite her cold, hard exterior; Dominique was a secret romantic. She'd watched all the romantic films from the 50s on the thing called DVD player Grandad Weasley had which was a gift from her Uncle Harry. She'd rather eat Bubotuber pus before she'd admit it, but she always hoped for the kind of love the actors in those films had. The kind that left you starry eyed and breathless after a kiss. She used to think she would finally reveal her real self to that special guy, and he would fall in love with her for what he saw behind her cold, hard mask. When she found that special feeling, those fireworks and breathless kisses, when she bared her heart and soul and the boy did indeed love her for it; she realized that it still wasn't enough. Yes, they loved each other but in the end, he still loved somebody else more. And for the first, and last, time in her life, Dominique experienced what it was like to be on the receiving end of heartbreak.
She decided that while real love did exist, it was every bit as useless as she used to say before.
7. Her favorite uncle was Charlie. She really admired him for being strong enough to follow his passion abroad, leaving behind his family. She also loved how passionate he was about his dragons, she'd never felt that kind of passion for anything and it intrigued her. He was also a bit of a rebel, the black sheep of the family, so to speak. He drank, he smoked, he'd never gotten married, he had many lovers, from both sexes... He'd ran away to Romania, to chase dragons for Merlin's sake! Grandmum Weasley didn't approve and was always nagging him about one thing or the other, showing his siblings as examples he should look up to. Dominique could definitely relate to that.
He rarely visited, but when he did, he never talked down to her like the other adults did, never scolded her when he caught her sneaking into the house at dawn and when he saw her smoking on the cliff, he sat down next to her and asked if he could have a fag as well. He flew with her and helped her train. He even allowed her and all the other cousins to visit him at Romania even though she was sure they would be nothing but inconveniences.
She was the only one who took him up on that offer anyway.
8. Despite her intelligence, she never had any idea what she wanted to do with her life. She always told her friends at Hogwarts that she would be a model. She always told her Dad she would be a curse breaker just like him and told her Mamman that she would go into law like her Aunt Hermione did and her Mamman never had the time to, because she had to take care of them. She always told her Quidditch obsessed boyfriends she would play Beater professionally. But she was merely telling everyone what they wanted to hear, she had no idea what she wanted.
Until she visited her Uncle Charlie in his dragon sanctuary and came face to face with a dragon.
He'd told her again and again not to go near the lake just outside the reserve because there was something in there, and they had no idea what it was but it had injured one of the dragons so it was obviously lethal. She, of course, hadn't listened. She'd never followed any rules in her life, so she'd figured, why start now?
So as she was lounging against a tree, having a smoke, she'd come face to face with the thing in the water. It was some kind of dragon, which was so mind blowing as no one had ever heard of a water dragon, she, being the – albeit reluctant – true Ravenclaw she was, had forgotten to even be afraid. She'd stood up and walked straight to the beast, as if in some kind of trance. The beast had looked at her somewhat warily, its nostrils flaring. It had beautiful greenish blue scales that shone brightly under the blazing Romanian sun. She had, unable to help herself, raised her hand to touch its head and as she would later swear up and down, she had been so sure it would let her. If only Uncle Charlie and his men hadn't come running down the hill, bellowing their heads off, scared out of their minds to see her, someone with zero dragon experience, standing face to face with a mysterious new dragon kind that enjoyed killing other dragons as a past time.
The beast had freaked out and slashed its spiked tail over her torso, knocking her down, before disappearing back into the water. When she came to three days later, in the hospital wing of the sanctuary, her Uncle Charlie was peering at her worriedly, her family had flown over all the way from England and even Victoire looked distressed. Her whole torso was covered in bandages, Uncle Charlie was apologetically explaining there would be some scarring, when suddenly, she smiled broadly.
She'd found her passion in life.
P.S. If anyone's interested, here's my face claim for Dominique (I do not own the picture!):(remove the spaces & copy & paste it)
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