Dominique Archambeau

Ghost

One of the many Hogwarts ghosts! You might find me in the kitchens looking at food and wishing I didn't have a nonexistent stomach.

  • Joined August 2021
  • Member of Slytherin
  • 0 House Points
  • 1st Year
  • United States

Backstory

My name is Dominique. People close to me like to call me Dom or Nika. I am one of the many Hogwarts ghosts. The way I died was definitely not boring, to say the least. You see, I was in the last Triwizard Tournament (the one before the one where Harry Potter was entered). Oui, I died back in 1792. I was the Beauxbatons Champion. As you can see, mes amies, my English has improved quite well since I was killed. Back in my day—la barbe de Merlin, I sound like ma grand-mère—there was no age restriction for the dangerous games so I entered myself at the age of sixteen. They sorted us into houses since we were staying the whole year. I got into Slytherin! A huge honor. I managed to get to the second task, where we all had to battle a cockatrice at the same time. You would think a cockatrice doesn't sound scary until you see it and realize it's actually a giant rooster-dragon that likes to eat people. We were fighting the hideous beast when the idiote Durmstrang boy accidentally cut the chains with his sword and let the monster loose. The thing went on a rampage and deathly injured three judges. The cockatrice turned towards moi and we started battling it out. I was doing well until the Durmstrang boy decided to play hero and flung himself in front of me. The boy, Bogdan Muller, was immediately snatched up and eaten alive. While I was distracted by that disturbing image, the cockatrice smacked moi with its tail and I flew into the stone wall, breaking my spine. I was still alive though. It wrapped its tail around my legs and took off, my limp body dragging behind it. I had multiple broken bones, internal bleeding, a severe concussion, bruises, and pierced lungs according to the Healer who told my grieving family later. By the time I was let go by the beast, I was dead. And so were the other champions. Many others were injured horribly. That was the last Triwizard Tournament until 1994. People tried to bring it back but it never worked. I stayed at Hogwarts as the minor Slytherin ghost. I've become rather good friends with Professor McGonagall and Blaise Zabini. The Grey Lady is my best friend. I'm the only one she'll talk to. Oh, and I've had a rather large crush on Fred Weasley for quite some time now. I don't think he knows I exist, however. Too bad, he's very handsome and funny. Maybe one day he'll notice me. If he doesn't, oh well, c'est la vie. You might see me wandering around the halls pulling pranks with Peeves, in the corner of a classroom trying to catch up on what's been going on in the past century, at the Quidditch pitch where I died (and watched Fred practice), or down in the kitchens wishing I had a stomach again. I hope to see you around school! Au revoir!

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