Dominique's Revenge

Chapter Two

Victoire was looked upon as the scoundrel of the Weasley family, but Dominique kept up correspondence with her behind her family's back. She loved her sister and thought that her estrangement from the family when they discovered her alliance was something unfair to Victoire and not exactly justified by their parents.

She had argued with her brother Louis about it once, but luckily he didn't tell their parents and probably forgot about it by now.

She knew of the squabbles that her father and his brothers had with her uncle Percy. But sisters had a stronger connection than brothers did. Victoire was the dearest person in the world to Dominique. At least she knew that she would never lose her sister, as she had lost Lorcan.

Dominique would not join Victoire, of course, unless her continued alliance with her sister came out into the open. She did not agree with some of the things that the Insegot did—the organization Victoire had joined. Dominique would feel wrong to be party to some of those things. Playing tricks on Muggles…Arthur Weasley sometimes said how bitter it made him feel to think that if he still had the job he had with the Ministry up until the Second Wizarding War broke out in full impact, he would have had to arrest his own granddaughter. But his current job did not deal with that. It was dealing with magical objects with jinxes on them and stuff made to entrap wizards, not Muggles. But to think that Victoire thought that playing tricks on Muggles was funny…

Dominique did not understand the humor that went along with that. Actually, in her heart of hearts, she was certain that Victoire didn't either. There had to be something else about the Insegot that attracted her…not laughing at Muggles who couldn't find their keys or had their toilets regurgitate their contents upon them. Or even watching Muggles sit on porcupines that somehow found their ways to their couches despite living far away from the nearest porcupine in the wild…

Victoire wasn't the kind of girl to just pull pranks…she never had been. Though she had caused a bucket full of eggs to float over a girl from Hufflepuff whom she hated's head in her final year at Hogwarts, around Eastertime, and tumble all over the girl's new dress robes. That had been a little funny. Dominique hadn't known the girl, but any enemy of her sister was an enemy of hers.

Now Dominique was using Victoire's training to make Rose pay dearly for the unforgivable insult of stealing her boyfriend.

The whip flew into her hand. She brandished it, then took a couple of steps down, after which she flung the whip at Rose's cheek, where it stung prodigiously.

"Ouch, that hurts!" Rose exclaimed.

"Does it hurt like…having your boyfriend stolen, for instance?"

"I wouldn't know. I'm only thirteen."

"Wrong answer," Dominique said, flinging the whip at Rose's cheek again. She did this three more times, then said, "And when you are hit, turn the other cheek," after which she whipped Rose's right cheek five times, causing her to yelp in pain, getting louder each time.

"And don't think for a moment that I've forgotten you," Dominique said, turning around on the stairs. She lifted the whip high and brought it hurling down on her boyfriend's back. He let out a wail like a banshee, but that yell was like a mouse's squeak compared to his second yell, which was the volume of a lion roaring at a level that could be heard from Africa all the way across the Atlantic in the Americas.

After a while, Rose said, "Okay, I know how you took care of the teachers, but how are other students not hearing this?"

"Oh, that's easy," Dominique said. "I put Muffliato on all entryways to this area."

"Fine then. But that's not going to prevent people from coming here."

"I know," Dominique said. "But my sister discovered a spell that causes people to suddenly want to do their homework when they get near a certain area, or if they don't have any homework left to do, to make out passionately with their crush, even if they aren't in a relationship at the moment. So they have a maddening desire to get away from here, where there crush isn't, of course."

"And if Lorcan or I or even you are their crush?" Rose asked.

"The only person I care about having a crush on me, is Lorcan. Though it seems he is over that. Anyway, the spell doesn't allow the spellcaster to be the target of a crush's desire. As for you two, I'm not two worried. You're a little too whipped at the moment to be desired by anyone."

Rosa puzzled that for a bit, as Dominique raised the whip and lashed at her cheek. "What about the boyfriends and girlfriends who might break up because of your spell?"

"Think I care? When you didn't care about taking my boyfriend!" There were tears pouring down Dominique's face.

"Well, I couldn't help myself, could I? He is a sweetheart."

Dominiue shot her whip at Rose but it missed, for her tears had clouded her vision. She tried again, took aim, and the whip went a little higher this time, striking Rose's neck.

"That really hurts when you hit it there, you know," Rose said. "Please aim for my cheek properly, if that is your intended target. I can abide you hitting my cheek, but my neck is off limits."

Dominique smiled wickedly, which was odd to see since her face was still splattered with tears. "I'll whip whatever part of your body I desire," she said. She raised the whip again and struck Rose's neck, againa and again, ignoring Rose's cries.

Then she returned to Lysander, deciding to lash his legs this time. It sounded like she cut some deep gashes, though she was certain that with a whip and through Lysander's clothing, the gashes weren't as deep as they sounded.

"I still love you, Dom!" Lorcan exclaimed.

"I thought you loved me!" Rose said.

"He does love you," Dominique said. "Or at least he should. Because if I have to lose him, he'd better be bound to you, true and true."

"But I'm bound to you, Dom!"

"You're just saying that so that I will stop whipping you."

"Is it working?"

"Let this be your answer," Dominique said. She brought the whip down hard on Lorcan's back. He was sure that a few bones in his spine had cracked.

"Don't hurt him too much!" Rose said.

Dominique turned to her, aner in her face. "Time to giver your vulnerable spot a few lashes," Dominique said.

"No, no…please, no!"

But Dominique wouldn't listen. She kept whipping Rose's neck and reveling in her cousin's discomfort. Oh, those screams…the sweet sound of revenge. For in revenge it is the sound that is most important, not the smell. Could even be lack of sound, as in, the person you're taking revenge on is no longer breathing.

Dominique would never reach the point where she'd take her cousin's life. That kind of revenge was disgusting. But gosh she hated her for stealing Lorcan. But most of all, the reason she was doing this was that she feared never having another Lorcan in her life…that any boys she dated from now on would be subpar from now on.