Mm, hello hello, Fanfiction. Here is an installment of a new story, Bittersweet Victory.
Might I say, this story has no beta. Some parts may seem a little fuzzy, but I would absolutely LOVE it if you would offer to beta for me.
Er, I wrote this originally for the Prompts contest thing, and then I got told that I should continue it... So hopefully I'll be finished by the deadline.
Disclaimer~ Why the hell would I be on Fanfiction if I owned this?
Her fingers danced along the pieces of the shattered ice sculpture, the last vestiges of what might have been the perfect night. Dominique sat alone in the ruined garden of the Burrow, the teetering house behind her still aflame. The corpses surrounded her, mocking her with their unseeing eyes and pale skin. It was a Weasley family reunion, silly as it sounds. All of the happy, laughing faces haunted Dominique's memories as she sat amongst the wreckage of it.
They were good fighters, the lot of them, but how are you supposed to fend off an attack when time itself is on the opposing side? The Death Eaters were a group from the past, and they had recruited throughout the timeline, picking up misfits and the like. Twenty seven Weasleys against approximately 50 Death Eaters, trapped with no way out. The spells that ricocheted around the unkempt field lit the sky up dazzling colors, the most prominent amongst them the flash of green from the dreaded Avada Kedavra. It was down to roughly 20 Death Eaters, and fifteen Weasleys. One by one, each side was whittled down until it was two Weasleys and one Death Eater. Dominique fought valiantly against Serafina, along with her twin Louis. The demented woman's forest green eyes danced with sadistic joy as she set fire to the beloved home of the now fallen Molly and Arthur Weasley. Her choppy blonde hair swayed slightly in the wind as little embers nestled themselves into it, as she pointed her wand at Louis, at her other half, and screeched the same words that echoed around her mind, pounding against her skull violently, scaring off every other thought.
Avada Kedavra, and like that Dominique was left standing alone against the leader of the now fallen Death Eaters. As Serafina delighted in her most recent kill, Dominique pointed her own wand, the loyal combination of Veela hair from her great-grandmother and willow, and uttered Stupefy, and watched as the crazed Italian woman dropped to the scorched ground stunned. Horrified, the blonde Weasley stood, the last remaining fighter on the impromptu battlefield, the victorious one. It was a bittersweet victory though.
The porcelain faces of her youngest cousins, Lily and Hugo, who were a mere thirteen, stared at her without recognition. Her hand trembling, Dominique conjured up her patronus, a shining silver snow leopard. She sent it off to Seamus Finnigan, an Auror that Dominique was familiar with. It bore the somber message of the Weasley family's deaths, and the assorted Death Eaters. With a slightly steadier hand, Dominique separated the Death Eaters and Weasleys with several deft Moblicorpus spells. She bound the Death Eaters with thick black cords the snaked around them, just like the House that they had all been Sorted into. With all of the initial things taken care of, Dominique finally collapsed where she stood, her ice blue eyes downcast on her torn, grass green sundress. She refused to allow even a single crystalline tear escape from the prison of her body however, and instead wound black roses into her silvery blonde Veela hair. The thorns pricked her incessantly, and the dark liquid trickled down her pale skin, leaving tears of blood winding down her arms, dancing intricately as they wound their way through each other. Shaking, Dominique walked over to her family. She slowly caressed Victoire's face, her clear skin stone cold under the delicate fingers of her sister. Today had been her engagement party, a testimony to the sparkling silver ring decorating one of her long pianist fingers. She was supposed to get married, married to none other than Teddy Lupin. But no, and he lay next to her, his hair a sickening reflection of the flash of green light that had stolen his life away from him. Even in death, their hands were reached out towards one another. It was supposed to be their night, and now look what happened. Victoire had had to watch her beloved Teddy fall, only to follow him right after. Moving down the line, it broke Dominique's heart over and over and over again and again. How many times can one live through such a tragedy? She'll never hear little Lily Luna's giggle, nor see James's smirk as he held Albus's wand out of reach. Dominique nearly lost it as she stopped at her Uncle George's corpse, and saw a smile lingering on his lips. He had gone to join his twin, his other half, Fred. From the stories she had heard, George had changed drastically after the Second Wizarding War, almost never smiling.
Harry, Ginny, Hermione, and Ron. All of them lying in a row, their eyes closed to the cruel world around them. They were all stupendous fighters, but the Death Eaters had the element of surprise on their side. Also, the adults were all trying to protect the young from the attacks, and were ultimately struck down by them. As Dominique reached the end of the line, her heart stopped as she saw the still form of Louis. His blue eyes, the same chips of ice as hers were, stared up towards the stars and the smoke that painted the black canvas of the sky. His shaggy blonde hair was splayed out on the black grass that cushioned him from underneath. His white shirt was smeared with blood and torn from the frenzy of battle, and his black dress pants were as well. The red lips moved no more, no witty comebacks come hurling back at her once more. Sobs wracked through her body, threatening to be unleashed at any given moment, and yet Dominique restrained them.
She turned to the burning Burrow, the light of the red flames washing over her features and casting them into sharp relief. Being 1/8 Veela, she was naturally beautiful, but the feature that drew your attention were her eyes. Before, they had been young and carefree- She's only 17, for Merlin's sake- and now they held a new wisdom. In one night alone, she feels as if she has aged ten years. Instead of breaking the fragile silence, she sent water cascading down onto the house with a silent spell, not wanting to ruin the peace of her family's death.
Clearly, she's the only one who wanted this, because a group of Aurors had just Apparated in and were talking amongst themselves. Their murmuring disturbed the eternal slumber of the Weasley family as the Death Eaters were all grasped firmly and Apparated away, most likely to Azkaban. Seamus came over to Dominique, his brow knitted together as he partook in her silence, and joined her in extinguishing the rampaging fire eating alive the memories.
Okay, so my updates may seem a little erratic as I proceed with juggling band camp, summer reading, AP work, and this story. I'll try though! (:
~ psylocke13