"Where's the powder?" Molly asked.
"I'm getting to it…"
I pulled the powder out of my cloak and we all sat down around the fireplace. I locked the door to the room for good measure and put a couple of protective spells that Aunt Hermione had taught me on us.
Isolde examined the Floo Powder. "Rose did an awesome job on this," she gushed. "So, who are you Flooing? Your dad?"
Shaking my head, I revealed the only part of the plan that I hadn't told anyone yet. "Uncle Harry."
Molly's head whipped around in a blur of red to look at me. "Are you sure that's a good idea?"
"I have no choice."
And with that, I threw some of the Floo Powder into the fireplace, stuck my head in, and said, "Potter Manor."
Through a small cloud of ash, I could see into Aunt Ginny and Uncle Harry's kitchen. But there was nobody there. So I screamed their names, and with each shout, I got more and more desperate. What if the "Potter Eaters" had captured them, too?
But then Aunt Ginny ran in. "Dominique?" she exclaimed when she saw me in the fireplace. "What are you doing? What's going on?"
Guilt flushed over me like a cold shower.
I was the reason her daughter was dead.
Her daughter was dead.
She didn't know.
But I pushed that thought aside, just as I had been doing for days now.
"Hogwarts has been invaded. I need to talk to Uncle Harry," I told her shortly.
Aunt Ginny's eyes widened, and for a moment she looked like a small girl, shocked. And then I realized that it was probably because she hadn't heard news like that since she was a little girl. Then her mouth opened to protest and demand more information, but she held it in and ran off to get Uncle Harry.
Uncle Harry came back in his pajamas. "Ginny's calling Ron for me. What's going on, Dominique?" he demanded as he pulled a chair up to the fireplace and sat down.
"These people showed up at Hogwarts about a week ago and surrounded it. They took the boys away, they're not in the building. The teachers are gone, we haven't had our owls, and we weren't even allowed to leave the common room for the first few days."
Uncle Harry put his head in his hands. "Would these people by any chance call themselves the Potter Eaters?"
"Yes," I replied.
"Oh, Merlin's pants," he exclaimed, standing up. He started pacing back and forth. "They tried to infiltrate the Ministry a week ago, but we fought them off. It sounds as though you lot weren't as successful." Uncle Harry spun around suddenly. "Is someone spotting you?"
"Molly and Isolde," I replied quickly.
"Good." He came back over to the fireplace. "Look, Dom, I don't know how you did this, how you got here I mean, but I'm sure it wasn't easy. Thank you for doing that. We will come and get rid of them. I just need to get over to the Ministry.
"I just need you to stay brave for about three more hours, okay? Can you handle four hours? Make sure they don't punish anyone who was innocent or any of the little kids? I know Molly is Head Girl, but I'm entrusting both of you for now."
"But, Uncle Harry…"
Here you go, Dom. Tell him about Lily. Be brave.
But that wasn't being brave. Telling him about Lily would only break his heart and slow him down. No, I would tell him about Lily later.
"Never mind," I said. "Don't worry. I can do it."
Uncle Harry grinned at me. "Thank you, Dominique. I'm proud of you."
Hearing Uncle Harry say that he was proud of me was like floating up to heaven. Here was the man who had defeated the Dark Lord and he was proud of me.
I pulled my head out of the fireplace, and turned back to face my problems with a renewed spirit. Molly hated me? Whatever. I was going to be in serious trouble? Who cares?
Because, like Uncle Harry had said, I was brave. And I could do it.
You have reached the end.
I would like the point out once more that this was a submission, and if you guys can find the page, you should totally read the other submissions for the "True Colors" competition because there are some pretty awesome stories. (PS - once again, sorry this was so late!)
Also, a lot of people have asked if I will continue this story, because, clearly something happens after this, but I most likely will not be continuing it. The story was about Dominique being brave and fighting back, not about how Harry comes in and saves the day and what happens with the boys or anything. Plus, I really just don't have the time - too many other things to work on. But I'll never say never.
Thanks so much for reading!