❝𝐈 𝐚𝐥𝐰𝐚𝐲𝐬 𝐬𝐞𝐞𝐦 𝐭𝐨 𝐛𝐞 𝐮𝐩 𝐭𝐨 𝐧𝐨 𝐠𝐨𝐨𝐝.❞
Jupiter Black has been isolated from the outside world her entire life up until the age of thirteen. During a duel with her mother, Jupiter tragically witnesses her death and flees from...
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𝙲𝚑𝚊𝚙𝚝𝚎𝚛 2
I SIT ON THE MIDDLE BED OF THE NIGHT BUS, NEWSPAPER IN MY HANDS. I scan my eyes over the words, of someone named Sirius Black, escaping Azkaban. The bus comes to a stop and a young boy walks past me to sit in the bed next to mine. Stan knocks on the glass window. "You can take it away Ern." He says and the bus pulls away.
"I would hold on tight, if I was you." I lower the newspaper and look at the boy, he glances at me and I continue reading it. It says how Sirius Black betrayed people of the name Lily and James Potter and sold them out to Voldemort. It can't be a coincidence that our last names are the same, can it?
The boy's bed moves into mine and I glance at him. "Well whereabouts you headed?" Stan asks him and I answer. "The Leaky Cauldron, in London." The boy turns to me. "Someone sent me to get you." He spins back around and his bed in knocked forwards. "Can't the muggles see us?" He asks us and I chuckle.
"Muggles don't see anything." The bus rapidly comes to a stop and the boy crashes into a glass window. He stands there for a moment, watching the little old lady in a yellow raincoat pass. "Who is that?" He asks, towards Stab's newspaper. "Who is that?" He questions. "Who is that? That is Sirius Black, that is."
"Don't tell me you've never been hearing of Sirius Black." The boy shakes his head. Stan leans closer to him. "He's a murderer. Got himself locked up in Azkaban for it." I look back at my newspaper, scanning ever over the screaming man on the cover. "How did he escape?" My hair turns plum in worry.
"Well, that's the question, isn't it? He's the first one that done it. He was a big supporter of... you-know-who. I reckon you've heard of him." The boy nods his head and my forehead burns at the mention of his name. My skin flickers and I feel cold breeze reach my revealed scar. I rapidly force my skin to change back over, hiding the mark. "Yeah. Him I've heard of."
Two double deckers rush towards us and time slows. The area spreads upwards and the bus squeezes through the gap before speeding off again. It hits the back of a car which beeps. "The Leaky Cauldron." I stand myself up and step outside of the bus. The boy follows me. "The minister wants to see you." I tell him and open the doors of the Leaky Cauldron.
He follows me into the building and Ewan greets me. "You alright love?" I nod my head. "Yeah, just taking him to see the minister." Ewan nods and I walk up the stairs. "Why does he want to see me?" He asks me and I stop outside of the room. "Haven't got a clue." I sigh and knock on the door. "Mr Potter." I walk away and head downstairs.
"What time do you want me to start tomorrow?" I ask Ewan who cleans a table. "At ten love." I nod my head and look at the clock on the wall. "Would you mind if I head to bed." He shakes his head and waves his hand. "See you tomorrow love."
˓𓄹 ࣪˖ ⋆ ࣪. ˖ ࣪⭑
I wrap an apron around my waist and walk away, heading over to the floating kettle. I grab my wand and use it to fill up the kettle with tea. The kettle floats around the centre table filled with a large ginger family.
The young boy stands next to a tall ginger man. "Harry, wonder if I could have a word with you?" The man asks him and I grab a pile of plates to put them in front of the ginger family which all sit together. "What can I get you guys?" I ask them and keep my ears pealed for the other conversation. "A large English breakfast with extra bacon and hash browns." The youngest looking son asks.
"Okay, what would the rest of you like?" I turn to the rest of the family and the mother fumbled around with her purse. She stutters slightly. "I can give you more time." I offer and she smiles. "Thank you dear." I smile at her and Nightmare comes running down the stairs. She walks over to a young girl holding a ginger cat. "Oh, sorry about her." I tell the young girl who smiles at me.
"It's quite alright, Crookshanks ought to get more friends." She says and places Crookshanks onto the floor. "What's her name?" She looks up at me. "Nightmare." She straightens her back and sticks her hand out. "Hermione Granger." I shake it. "Jupiter Black." Her eyes widen slightly. "As in...Sirius?" She whispers his name. "I wouldn't know, sorry. It's my fathers name." She nods her head and I look down at our cats who play together.
"What school do you attend?" I hum and look up. "I'll be attending Hogwarts in September." She nods her head. "So am I. How come I haven't seen you there before?" I pick up a cloth from my apron and wipe down a spill one of the gingers made.
"My mother had me homeschooled." I look across at the boy who talked to the ginger man. I move some of my hair over my ear to hide it as I grow it.
I turn back to the family. "Have you decided on what you would like?" I ask the mother and she smiles at me. "Scrambled eggs on toast, for all of us please." She smiles at me and I nod. The food appears on the plates, but not of the scrambled eggs, but filled with English breakfast.
The mother stutters slightly and looks at the food. "Someone's already paid for you." I tell her and she smiles, relieved. "Please, give them my thanks." I nod and slip a small handful of galleons into the till behind the bar, paying for their food.
"Harry, some within the Ministry would strongly discourage me from divulging what I'm about to reveal to you." I look at the Daily Profit about Sirius Black. "But I think that you need to know the facts. You are in danger. Grave danger." I look over at Hermione and I walk back over to her. "Would you mind watching Nightmare. I have more orders to take." She smiles at me. "Not at all." I give her a small smile and walk away.
"Has this anything to do with Sirius Black, sir?" The boy asks the ginger man and I walk past them, grabbing a spare chair and slotting it on a table with an extra guest. I keep my ear enlarged and listen to their conversation. "What do you know about Sirius Black, Harry?"
"Only that he's escaped from Azkaban." Harry tells him and I seat two people in the dual table next to them. "Do you know why?" The ginger man whispers. "Thirteen years ago, when you stopped..." The ginger man doesn't mention his name. "Voldemort." Harry answers sharply. "Don't say his name." The ginger man whispers strongly.
"When you stopped You-Know-Who, Black lost everything. But to this day, he still remains a faithful servant. And in his mind you are the only thing that stands in the way of You-Know-Who returning to power. And that is why he has escaped from Azkaban. To find you-" Harry cuts him off. "And kill me."
"Harry, swear to me that whatever you might hear, that you won't go looking for Black." The ginger man begs him. "Mr. Weasley. Why would I go looking for someone who wants to kill me." The end of that conversation leaves me wondering, why would someone want to kill that boy.
