❝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 14
I STARE INTO THE CRYSTAL GLOBE, ALMOST FALLING ASLEEP. I personally like divination, I just didn't manage to sleep last night. Hermione gives me a nudge and I straighten my back. Professor Trelawney sits herself in front of the both of us.
"Now what do we have here?" She asks and I blink away my tired eyes. "Oh, do you mind me trying?" Hermione asks and Trelawney lets out a small noise of shock. "The Skull, possibly." Professor Trelawney turns her attention to Hermione and clasps her hand around Hermione's.
"My dear, from the first moment you stepped foot in my class, I sensed that you did not possess the proper spirit for the art of Divination." She turns Hermione's hand around, reading her palm.
"No, you see, there. You may be young in years, but your heart is as shrivelled as an old maids, your soul is as dry as the pages of the books to which you so desperately cleave." She taps her hand before squeezing it and Hermione rips it away. She stands up and knocks the crystal globe away and walks out of the classroom, scoffing.
"Have I said something?" She asks me and I sigh, following after Hermione.
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I can't find Hermione and I spot Harry and Ron walk down the spiral stairs. They notice me and walk over to me. "Any luck finding her?" Harry asks and I shake my head. "No, but she'll find us when she wants to." I look at the floor and notice the crystal ball under one of the steps.
I reach for it and so does Harry. Our heads bang into each other and I groan slightly, rubbing it. "You too look like right old idiots." Ron chuckles and Harry picks up the globe. "Better take this back." Harry says and goes to walk. "I'm not going back." Ron says and Harry looks at me.
"Yeah, I'll come. I need to talk to Professor Trelawney anyway." I make an excuse and Harry turns to the ginger. "See you later." I give Ron a wave. "See you." Ron replies and we walk up the stairs. "So, what do you need to talk to Professor Trelawney about?" Harry asks me, curiously.
"Nothing, I just didn't want you to be lonely." I tease with a chuckle. He rolls his eyes playfully and we walk into Professor Trelawney's classroom. We look around and Harry places the globe down on a table.
I see a small face in it and look at it. Harry does the same. I hear our names being called by the face of a man and a hand grabs my shoulder. I turn around and Trelawney holds both of our shoulders.
She gasps out breaths. "Professor Trelawney-" Harry is cut off by her speaking in a trance. "He will return tonight." She croaks out. "Sorry?" Harry asks her and she stares into space. "Tonight, he who betrayed his friends, and wife, whose heart rots with murder shall break free." She gasps out. I take a glance at Harry.
"Innocent blood shall be spilt... and servant and master shall be reunited once moreeeeee." She lets go of us and coughs. Harry takes my hand, holding it tightly. "Oh, I'm so sorry dear children, did you say something?" She asks us.
"No, nothing." I say and Harry pulls me out of the room quickly. We get to the stairs and quickly rush down it. "What the hell was that?" Harry asks me and I shrug with wide eyes. "I have no idea."
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Hermione, Harry, Ron, and I, walk into the courtyard. We spot an executioner and Hermione glares at him, with her arms folded over her chest. "It's outrageous." She murmurs under her breath and we walk over the bridge.
"I can't believe they're going to kill Buckbeak. It's just too horrible." I spot a slimy blonde waiting to watch the murder. "It just got worse." Ron says and we look at Malfoy who has his cronies surrounding him. I enlarge my ears to listen to their conversation.
"What did I say? Father said that I can keep the Hippogriff's head. I'll donate it to the Gryffindor's common room. This is going to be rich." I scoff and Hermione storms over to him. "Look who's here." Goyle says and Malfoy turns to us.
"Ah, come to see the show?" He asks and Hermione grabs her wand from her pocket. "You! You foul, loathsome, evil little cockroach!" She holds her wand to his throat. Malfoy whimpers. "Hermione, no! He's not worth it." Ron tells her and she slowly lowers her wand.
She turns back to us and he laughs. She spins around and punches him in the nose. I let out a laugh of surprise and Malfoy falls to the floor. His servants pull him to a stand and he whimpers. "Filthy Mudblood." He whispers under his breath. I grab his wrist and spin him towards me. "What did you call her?!" He looks at me and my hair turns red in rage. I may be a pureblood, but blood status doesn't dictate anything.
He flinches as I stare at him. "What did you call her?" I ask again, sternly. "M-m-m-Mudblood." He stutters out and I scoff, raising my wrist and punching him again. His nose cracks and breaks to the side. He screams out and Hermione chuckles.
His blood stains my knuckles and I drop him to the ground. "How dare you call her that!" He pushes himself to a stand and runs away. I take a step towards him and he whimpers whilst escaping the area. "That was brilliant." I wipe the red blood on my jeans.
"He deserved it."
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A/N- I completely forgot about this fic 😭 the chapters I missed will be out tmr.
