❝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 13
I WALK BESIDE HARRY THROUGH THE COURTYARD, RON AND HERMIONE ARE WALKING IN FRONT OF US. "Beautiful day." Hermione gapes. "Gorgeous. Unless of course you've been ripped to pieces!" Ron snarks out. "Ripped to pieces? What are you talking about?" Harry asks him.
"Ronald has lost his rat." Hermione tells us. "I haven't lost anything!" He yells back. "Your cat killed him!" Ron tells her. "Rubbish." She responds. "Harry, you've seen the way that bloodthirsty beast of hers is always lurking about. And Scabbers is gone."
"Well maybe you should learn to take better care of your pets!" We walk along the bridge. "Your cat killed him!" Ron says to her. "Did not." Hermione adds. "Did." Ron mutters under his breath. "Didn't." Hermione does the same and Harry and I glance between each other before bursting out laughing.
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Hagrid throws pebbles along the water. "How did it go, Hagrid? The hearing?" Hermione asks him. "Well, first off, the committee members took turns talking about why we were there in the first place." He throws another pebble.
"And then I got up and did my piece. Said how 'Buckbeak was a good Hippogriff, always cleaned his feathers.' And then Lucius Malfoy got up. Well, you can imagine he said 'Buckbeak was a deadly and dangerous creature who would kill you as soon as looking at you'." He puts on a voice and scoffs.
"And then?" I ask him. "And then he asked for the worst, did old Lucius." Hagrid says, turning to look at us. "They're not sacking you?" Ron asks him. "No, I'm not sacked." He turns back around. "Buckbeak's been sentenced to death!" Hagrid sobs out and throws the last stone, letting it sink to the lake floor with a splash.
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I have a nightmare tonight. Like every night. I pant out, sweating. I run a hand over my face and try cooling it. I let out exhales before trying to go back to sleep. I can't. I sigh and push off my blanket, slipping my feet into my slippers, and grabbing my wand.
I reach for a jacket and leave the room, bumping into someone on the steps. "Harry? Where are you going?" I ask him and notice the Marauder's Map in his hand. "Look." He say and hands me the paper. Peter Pettigrew. Is on the parchment.
"What are you doing up?" He asks me and I hand the parchment back to him. "I couldn't sleep." I tell him and cast Lumos. The bright light of our wands light up the area. "How is he on the map?" I whisper to him and Harry holds it out so we can follow. "I don't know. He's supposed to be dead." He whispers back and we walk down one of the corridors.
"Put that light out!" A portrait yells and covers his face. "Sorry." Harry says and holds the wand back in the paper. Peter Pettigrew walks closer to us and I keep my wand outwards. I can't see anyone around and grow my ears, hearing small footsteps. I look to the floor and see a rat. "It's Scabbers." I say and Harry screams as he sees his reflection in a mirror.
I look back at the map and see Snape walking towards us. I morph my body into Ron's. "Mischief Managed. Nox." Harry says and I stop my glowing wand also. "Potter, Weasley. What are you doing wandering around the corridors at night?" He asks us and Harry glances at me confused for a moment. "Sleepwalking." Harry says upon realisation.
"How extraordinarily like your father you are, Potter. He, too, was exceedingly arrogant, strutting about the castle." Snape points the wand in Harry's face. "My dad didn't strut. And nor do I." Harry tells him. "Now if you don't mind, I would appreciate it if you could lower your wand." Snape lowers his wand to Harry's pockets.
"Turn out your pockets." Snape says and Harry grabs the parchment. "What's this?" Snape asks. "Spare bit of parchment." He tells him. "Really? Open it." Harry opens it and Snape holds his wand on it. "Reveal your secrets." He says and writing appears on the map.
"Read it." Snape tells him. "Mrs. Moony, Wormtail, Padfoot, and Prongs... offer their compliments to Professor Snape and..." I look over at the paper and hold in a laugh. "Go on." Snape says. "And request he keep his abnormally large nose out of other people's business." I see Professor Lupin walk behind Snape. "Why you insolent little—" he gets cut off by Lupin.
"Professor!" Lupin says and Snape turns around to look at him. "Well, well. Lupin. Out for a little walk, in the moonlight, are we?" Professor Snape confirms my theory. Lupin is a werewolf. "Harry, Ron. Are you alright?" He asks us. "That remains to be seen." Snape snatches the paper from Harry's hand.
"I have just now confiscated a rather curious artefact from Mr. Potter and Mr. Weasley. Take a look, Lupin. Supposed to be in your area of expertise." Lupin takes it and looks at it. "Clearly, it's full of dark magic." Snape says and points his wand at the paper.
"I seriously doubt it, Severus. It looks to me as though it's a parchment designed to insult anyone who tries to read it. I suspect it's a Zonko product. Nevertheless, I shall investigate any hidden qualities it may possess. It is, after all, as you say, my area of expertise. Harry, Ron, would you come with me please? Professor, good night." We follow after Lupin and go into his classroom.
"Now, Jupiter. There's no need to disguise yourself as Mr. Weasley." He says as we stand in his classroom. My skin flickers over to my own. "How did you know?" I ask him and he chuckles. "Your mother was a metemorphmagus as well." I nod and he walks ahead of Harry and I, walking past the rows of desks.
"Now, I haven't the faintest idea how this map came to be in your possession, but quite frankly, I'm astounded that you didn't hand it in. Did it ever occur to you that this, in the hands of Sirius Black is a map to the both of you?"
"Sir, Sirius Black didn't kill Peter Pettigrew." Lupin frowns and looks at me confused. "Of course he did." I shake my head. "He was on the map. And if a map has been spelled to insult anyone who reads it when it falls in the wrong hands, then it certainly won't make the mistake of showing someone dead, alive." I tell Lupin and he nods his head.
"Now, the both of you will go back to the dormitories, and if you take any detours, I shall know." He flicks the paper and we nod. "Goodnight, Professor." We say to him and walk away, confusion consuming me.
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A/N- I hope you enjoy this story as much as I enjoy writing it!
