Dominique/Louis

So guys I finished reading the cursed child like two minutes ago and it was amazing, don't worry I won't spoil anything for you. I may use some aspects of the pay in later chapter so I will put out a disclaimer that I don't own the cursed child or it's characters. Now onto Domi and Louis with a subject that i'm pretty sure everyone can connect to on some level.


"You don't know anything about me!" Fourteen year old Louis Weasley yelled in the living room of Shell Cottage. Domi had only been a concerned sister, she wanted to help her brother however it seemed to have backfired slightly. Now they were standing in the living room across from each other yelling at each other. "So stop pretending you do!"

"I know a lot more than you think I do, Louis Weasley!" Domi yelled back. They weren't yellers, not usually but today they were certainly trying to be. Their parents had poked their heads through but decided against intervening. "I know that you love Quidditch, you love watching it and playing it but you love fashion more. You'd much rather go to fashion week in Paris than a Quidditch game."

Louis blinked in surprise from hearing this. He was a Weasley and he was expected to enjoy Quidditch, his father expected him to play it. So he joined the Gryffindor team last year as a chaser, he's good but not brilliant. He supports the Harpies, because his Aunt Ginny used to play for them, he watches the games on the muggle telly thing. But he's much more interested in fashion, watching the models on the catwalk, seeing the behind the scenes. Every year his mother and Victoire would accompany him to muggle London for fashion week, Paris was his dream though. He hadn't told anyone this, but Domi just knew.

"I know that you're struggling with your sexuality and you're not ready to admit that yet. And that's okay. Whatever conclusion you come to, I'll still love you no matter what."

That was also true. He found himself attracted to both sexes, personalities rather than the way person looked, he wasn't ready to tell anyone because he wasn't quite sure how it worked or what it was called. He hadn't told anyone this yet, but Domi just seemed to know.

"I know that you were almost sorted into Ravenclaw with Victoire, because you are a lot more intelligent and creative than you let on."

The sorting hat had suggested Ravenclaw as a good fit for him, stating that he was creative enough to do well in the house. He got decent grades, he didn't work particularly hard but he did love to learn. He had only spoke about this once, three years ago. Domi had listened, and remembered.

"I know that sometimes you sneak out of Gryffindor tower when you can't sleep, and walk around the castle until you're tired. I know this because I used to want up to make sure you got back safely."

He suffered from terrible insomnia. Talking to the many pictures around the halls of Hogwarts was usually a good cure. He'd always felt like someone was watching him when he'd returned but he'd always shrugged it off. It must have been his sister, checking on him.

"I know that when you want something, like money for new clothes, you go to dad but when you need something, like advice, you go to mum."

His father whilst his heart was in the right place but he always jumped to the quick solution, handing out money or giving a hug. His mother just got him. She always knew when he didn't just want something, that he needed it. He hadn't realised that it was noticeable, but Domi had noticed.

"And lastly I know that you Louis Weasley are many things but you are not a bully. So explain to me what's going on?"

Louis took a seat on the couch. Domi was right, he wasn't a bully, and he wasn't Victoire or James. He was Louis, a prankster, a fashion designer, not the guy who called people names.

"Mum and Dad got a letter Louis, it said that you were verbally abusing others. That's not you Louis."

"It started small. They'd call me gay, or camp and soon it got worse. Faggot, stuff like that. I just got sick of being the victim, so I decided to pick on someone else." Louis replied sitting down on the couch, Domi sat down next to him.

"I've seen this before Louis, it's like a chain. Someone got pushed around so they push someone else around to gain back that feeling of control, and so on. Why didn't you tell someone like me or James or Sadie?"

"Because it's my problem, not anybody else's."

"You don't have to do this alone. You can tell someone, however if you don't want anyone interfering then defend yourself. Hex them if you need to."

Louis chuckled at that.

"I'm serious Louis, you're creative. Come up with some good ones. But please, I beg you, don't become a bully because you're a victim, apologise to that kid and stand up for yourself.

Louis did apologise for his behaviour, the boy Seth actually ended up being one of Louis closest friends. Louis never again accused Domi not knowing him well enough again.


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