our broken dreams;; open

[dominique gabrielle weasley]

She was wide awake. Every time she closed her eyes, she was plagued by a colorful variety of nightmares. The ones she hated most were where her family is killed right in front of her. Seeing them die was the easy. What wasn’t easy was hearing the orders come out of her mouth. Whenever she woke up, she always wondered whether the dreams showed her who she really was. Those were the dreams that made her question her love for her family. Dominique always whispered I love my family over and over again, just to convince herself that she was still herself. That those nightmares didn’t change her didn’t make her into the monster she really was.

If one asked her whether or not she loved her family, the veela would’ve answered yes without a hint of hesitation. Except, she would be lying most of the time. She didn’t love everyone in her family. In fact, if anything, she tolerated most of them. She wasn’t sure how long it took for her to realize that. She was born into a big family, too big for her tastes. There were always so many people surrounding her as a child. There were people who wanted to be in a big family. Not Dominique. She wished they would go away sometimes, but she’ll miss them of course.

Sometimes she wonders how she would be if she was free of her family, the high expectations her of. Somehow she always managed to disappoint everyone in her life. Her mother by not being as perfect as the amazing Victoire – god how she hated her. Her father for not attempting to get along with her, or at least try to maintain a healthy sibling relationship with her – oh how she hated upsetting daddy. Her sister, the ever-perfect Victoire, seemed to be the source of all her problems. How she looked forward to leaving Hogwarts. She was going to leave, go to place where no one knew who she was and who her family was. She would change her name. She never liked the name Dominique Gabrielle Weasley anyway.

It was nights like these were she thought about her family. Whether they realized that they were the reason for her feeling like she was inadequate. It was nights like these where she wished there was no such thing as nightmares. Restless sleep was the only sort of rest that she could receive these days. It was nights like these that she wished for insomnia.

Letting out a loud sigh, Dominique threaded her fingers behind her head. She was itching to move and get up and go do something, but she was not sure just what she wanted to do and where she wanted to go. Currently it was almost three o’clock in the morning on Saturday morning. How did she know this? She had briefly checked the time once she felt her wand make contact with her hand a few moments before.

Since it was so late or early – depending on how you looked at the time – she knew that she would need to be quiet if she did not want to wake up any of the other girls. Quietly, Dominique changed into an oversized shirt, put on a pair of pajama pants, and left the common room as quietly as she could.

As soon as her feet touched the cold stone floor, the girl instantly regretted the decision of not wearing shoes, but it was too late to put some anyways. Now that she was out of the common room, she had no idea what to do. It wasn’t as if there were a lot of things to do at 3 o’clock in the morning. Dominique wouldn’t even be surprised if she somehow managed to get caught before she even came out of the dungeons, so she decided to stay down there. After all, the kitchen was near, and if she was bored she could always just eat.

She started wandering around, preoccupied with her thoughts of her nightmares, when she tripped over her own feet. Letting out a quiet groan when she hit the floor, Dominique quickly picked herself up and started running towards the kitchen as fast and quietly as she could. Of course being Dominique Weasley, the incredibly ungraceful and clumsy Weasley, she managed to trip over her feet again. Quickly she picked herself up again, only to bump into someone. "I'm so sorry!" she apologized quickly.