A/N: Hey all, I know I said I wouldn't be updating until Wednesday, but here's a special Easter treat for you! I'm sorry this is such a short chapter, but as the title says, you do finally get some parts of the truth, so I hope that makes up for it. I don't know if I can get another chapter written by Wednesday, so for now, I'll say until Wednesday week! Happy Easter!

REUPLOADED because of a minor error. Thanks Andrew :)

Disclaimer: I, unfortunately, do not own HP. He belongs to Queen Rowling. :)

Chapter Five: Truth

"How could you!" Dominique shouted. She slammed the door behind her. The whole Charms class stared at her.
"Miss Weasley, sit down," Professor Flitwick ordered. Dominique however, ignored him. She looked straight at her cousin.
"You knew, and you swore never to speak of it again," Dominique said, trying to calm herself, but it didn't work. Raising her voice again, she shouted, "What have you got to say for yourself? Huh?"
"Miss Weasley, now that is enough!" Professor Flitwick said feebly. "I will not tolerate this behaviour in my classroom."
However, his words were not heard, because Roxanne had just shouted, "I didn't do it!"
"What are you talking about? Of course you did, you've been out to get me since the start of this year," Dominique replied angrily. "And now you have. Are you happy?"
She stormed out of the room, again ignoring poor Professor Flitwick who was calling her back.
"Dominique!" Roxanne pushed her chair back, and winced as it scraped against the ground. She ran out after her cousin.

Dominique was aware that Roxanne was following her. She was so angry, and she was scared that she would lose control, just like she had all those years ago. As much as she disliked Roxanne now, she didn't want to hurt her. Her family would never forgive her. She would never forgive herself. She still hadn't. She walked around the castle, trying to avoid people, ignoring portraits who were yelling after her about their petty problems. She found that walking always helped her to calm down. She didn't go to any of her classes that were scheduled that day, instead, she sat on top of the astronomy tower, staring out at the grounds blankly.

For the next week or so, Dominique tried to keep a low profile, which was hard for her to do because she was still the talk of the school. As she walked into the Great Hall for dinner one evening, whispers broke out like wildfire.
"Doesn't Hogwarts have anything better to gossip about?" she muttered to herself.
"Weirdo!" a passing Hufflepuff boy directed at her. Clenching her fists, she managed to ignore him.

Out of the four Houses, the one who was meant to be her family treated her the worst. She had heard her family putting Slytherin down over the years, yet had never understood why until now. Once they heard the news about Dominique, they cut her off immediately, disowned her like she was never one of their own. Some ignored her, some tried to wind her up, and some acted nice to her but cut all the pretences once she turned her back. Travis had told her that she couldn't play Quidditch for Slytherin anymore, and had already found a replacement Seeker. And this was all Roxanne's fault. All her fault. Thinking about this made Dominique's blood boil. It made her angry. She couldn't contain it any longer. This time, she didn't care who she would hurt. Roxanne was going to pay.

Nobody stopped her as she walked up to her cousin.
"Dominique," Roxanne said softly. "Are you alright?"
"We need to talk," Dominique said, her voice monotonous.
"Okay," Roxanne nodded. She led the way to a part in the Transfiguration courtyard where no one could overhear them talking. Roxanne's friends looked at her curiously, but she shook her head at them. They stood, grouped together, waiting for her.
"What did you want to talk to me about?" Roxanne turned her back on her friends and faced Dominique. "Is this about the other day? Because I want you to know that I forgive you for yelling at me."
"You - what?" Dominique paused. "No, I don't believe you have."
"Why would I talk to you right now, if I haven't forgiven you?" Roxanne reasoned.
"Because you didn't have a choice," Dominique looked straight into her cousin's eyes.
"But I -"
"This is all your fault."
Roxanne saw that fiery look in Dominique's eyes and realised only a second too late what was going to happen. Dominique pounced.

"She WHAT?" Victoire stood up, shouting at Professor McGonagall. Her mother pulled her back onto the chair.
Professor McGonagall swallowed before repeating what she had said, "She pulled Miss Weasley's hair and attempted to scratch her face, after punching every part of Miss Weasley that she could reach, according to eye-witnesses."
"She usually isn't a physical child," Bill said quietly.
"Toujours heureuse," Fleur added miserably. "Always happy."
"She hasn't been very happy lately," Fred spoke up. His parents looked at him, as did every other person in the room, including the portraits on the wall.
"What do you mean?" Professor McGonagall asked briskly.
"She's been keeping to herself a lot, distancing herself. Even when she's in a room full of people, she's still in her own little world," Fred explained. His mother put a hand on his shoulder.
"VICTOIRE! Why didn't you tell us about this!" Bill raised his voice.
"Bill," George warned. He knew that his eldest brother had a terrible temper, and didn't want him to take it out on his daughter.
"What led to this?" Fleur turned to her nephew.
However, it was Victoire who answered, "There were rumours going around, but I didn't think she was stupid enough to believe them."
"Watch your mouth, young lady," Bill's ears turned red.
"What I want to know," Angelina spoke up. "Is what led to Dominique attacking my daughter."
"I think we all want to know that," Professor McGonagall said.
Fleur and Bill exchanged worried looks.

Dominique sat on the top step leading to the door to the Headmistress's office. The stone gargoyle below her was sealed, not letting anyone through to Professor McGonagall. She knew that there was a crowd there, waiting to see what would happen to her. She had been told to wait, so wait she had, overhearing everything that her family and Roxanne's family had to say about her - Professor McGonagall had forgotten to put a Silencing Charm on the door. She decided that she had had enough, she got up, dusted herself clean and pushed through the crowd at the bottom of the gargoyle staircase. Time to walk her rage off.

She had attacked Roxanne, her cousin. It sounded so much worse when Aunt Angelina said it. What had happened to keeping control? What happened to keeping her anger intact? What happened to walking it off? Dominique had found herself in the Hospital Wing after she had 'attacked' Roxanne, confused and feeling extremely tired. Madam Promfrey had given her a dark look, muttering nonsense to herself as she walked past the end of her bed and behind some curtains. There were some people behind those curtains, but Dominique couldn't hear what they were saying. She drifted off into a very unpleasant sleep. The next thing she knew, her mother and father stood on each side of her bed, demanding to know what was going on. She didn't have an explanation, but saw the scared look her mother gave her father. Was this really happening, again? Lost in her pool of self-hate and pity, she turned a corner and walked straight into Callum, her Potions partner.

"Hey, hey," he steadied her. "What's wrong?"
"Oh please, don't tell me you don't know," she said angrily through gritted teeth.
"Dominique," he said uncertainly. "I heard some things, but I assumed they were only rumours. They are, aren't they?"
She didn't answer him. He followed her outside where she sat on the edge of the Black Lake. He sat beside her.
"I missed you in Potions," he voiced, calming her instantly. She realised that this was what she needed, someone too care about her, not to judge her because of her House, not to talk about her secretly behind her back. But to have someone to talk to about anything, everything. She had had that with her Slytherin friends, until they turned their backs on her. She had had that with her family, until she returned to Hogwarts. She had had that with Roxanne, until...until the incident.
"I'm sorry," she said quietly, letting her head fall so that her chin was resting on her neck. They sat in silence for a while, shivering slightly as the wind blew past them, rustling the leaves of the Forbidden Forest.

"They're not right, but they're true," Dominique brought up. She watched a spider scurrying up a rock.
"The rumours?" Callum asked.
"Yes," Dominique confirmed.
Feeling it was safe to do so now, Callum asked, "The second-floor ward of St. Mungo's?"
Dominique sighed. Here was her chance to tell the full story. "I was visiting my cousin. He had the vanishing sickness, and it's highly contagious, so we had to wear these special masks. I can only assume that somebody saw me in there."
"So you're not contagious," he nudged her softly. However, Dominique glared at him. "Okay, sorry, I was joking..."
Ignoring that, Dominique continued on with her story, afraid that if she stopped for a while, then she would chicken out of telling Callum the full thing. "That same day, I had an appointment up in the fourth-floor ward."
"Spell Damage," Callum recalled seeing the floor-guide behind the Welcome-Witch when had visited his sister in the hospital. "What happened?"
"When I was younger, I lost self-control really easily. I guess it doesn't help that I have a bad temper too. The Healers said that it was because I had both werewolf and Veela in my blood. They explained that Victoire didn't have it because she had more Veela in her, and Louis had more werewolf. I was in the middle, so I had both." She took a breath. "It never used to be so bad, as long as I didn't get angry. But one day, Roxanne and I were playing with one of our Muggle neighbours, Chelsea, and I had accidentally done magic in front of her. Chelsea was this bossy girl, and she kept demanding that I show her how to do it. But I kept refusing. This happened over some time, our parents were completely clueless as to what was happening. One day, I think I just lost it, Roxanne was there, probably scared out of her wits."
"Holy cricket, how old were you, Dom?" Callum interrupted.
"Probably around eight or nine," she replied. "Anyway, I woke up with the same feeling I had a couple of weeks ago when uh, Roxanne was hospitalised. Confused and extremely tired. My mother took me to see Chelsea and she was covered in bruises and there was blood, everywhere. I was horrified. My father sent me straight to St. Mungo's where I had to have these therapy sessions to control my anger, and to keep my magic intact."
"Damn, Dom, that's quite a story," Callum whistled. "What happened with Roxanne?"
"She and her parents were told to keep this a secret, to never speak about it again," Dominique said. "Until of course, she started this stupid rumour." She threw a rock into the Black Lake, it bounced off the ice and into the distance.
"Hey, calm down," Callum said, afraid that she would lose control again.
Dominique took a few deep breaths, "I'm calm. Sorry."
"What I don't understand is...why would Roxanne start that rumour about Weasleys being contagious? She is a Weasley herself."
"I don't know," Dominique wrinkled her brow. "Unless she thought she would be unaffected...the cousin who had the vanishing sickness wasn't even a Weasley. He's my cousin on my mother's side."
"It doesn't make sense."
"No, but she got what she deserved. She hasn't talked to me since that day with Chelsea, all because I made a mistake. She could have forgotten about it, but no, she continued to hold it against me," Dominique said quietly, anger lacing her tone.
Callum stayed quiet, letting this slide. If he argued with her, the chances of her losing her temper would be much higher.

Roxanne had been let out of the Hospital Wing, her bruises finally disappearing. Dominique was called a 'psycho' more often now, but found that she didn't really care. She knew the full story, they didn't. She walked with her head held high, and went to every class with a quill and some parchment ready. If she couldn't focus on Quidditch, or her friends, she could focus on her studies instead. On one particular evening, Dominique was walking to the Great Hall after studying in the Library, when she heard her name. Stopping in the middle of the empty corridor, she could hear urgent whispers coming from a door to her left. She pressed her ear up against the door.

"Yeah, Dominique's gone now, ticked off the list," a boy said. He sounded very familiar.
"Thank Salazar too, she's just as bad as those Mudbloods," a girl spoke up. "I can't believe I was ever friends with her."
"Yeah, those rumours were a brilliant idea." Another voice. This sounded like a group gathering. "How did you make them up?"
"How couldn't I?" the girl replied nastily.
Dominique chanced a peek through the keyhole and gasped. Sitting on the table was Alexandra, Ethan and a bunch of other Slytherins. Dominique turned around, her knees buckled and she slid to the ground. She covered her face with her hands.

What had she done?

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