❝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 h...
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𝙲𝚑𝚊𝚙𝚝𝚎𝚛 1
A KETTLE SCREAMS. It's so loud. I can hear the quiet sound of a snake's rattle. A gravestone, wings and a scythe. An old man. White hair. Hissing. Kettle. Flame. Muggle. Teacup. Light.
Window. Keys. Someone is here. Torch shining, birds chirping and howling. Old bones, slow. Door opening. Probably kids breaking in. Walking up stairs, they creak. Voices. Three. Wormtail. Pettigrew.
Spying. Watching. Three people. Two alive, one half dead. Snake, slithering up stairs. Slithering past the old man's leg. Parseltongue. Skeleton. Muggle caretaker. Pettigrew walks. Old man raises hands. Surrender.
"Avada Kadavra!"
I gasp and fling upwards. I'm sweating. I breathe heavily and look at Hermione who wakes up Harry. My head burns. My scar burns. My skin flickers and I touch my hands to it, groaning in pain. It slowly dulls down. I use my metemorphmagi ability to hide it.
"When did you get here?" I ask Hermione and she holds a candle. "Just now. You?" She asks me. "Last night. Same for Harry." She places the lamp down and moves to shake Ron. He pulls his blanket upwards to cover his chest. "Bloody hell." He jumps back. "Honestly, get dressed. And don't go back to sleep." I look at Harry and he touches his scar.
"Is your scar hurting you?" I ask him and grab my folded clean clothes. "Only a little." He says to me, mumbling, still half asleep. I let out a small chuckle at the sight and leave the room to change.
˓𓄹 ࣪˖ ⋆ ࣪. ˖ ࣪⭑
We all walk away from The Burrow. Hermione walks beside me. "Hey, Dad. Where are we going?" Ron whines out. "Haven't the foggiest!" Mr. Weasley yells out in response. "Keep up!" He adds and we continue to walk through the woods.
I spot a boy up in a tree and a man, I presume, to be his father standing in front of the large tree. "Arthur!" The man yells out and Mr. Weasley waves at him. "It's about time, son." The man says and we walk over to him.
"Sorry, Amos. Some of us had a bit of a sleepy start." Mr. Weasley turns back and looks at Ron and Harry. "This is Amos Diggory, everyone. Works with me at the Ministry." The boy jumps out of the tree, landing opposite Mr. Weasley.
"And this strapping young lad must be Cedric, am I right?" They shake hands. "Yes, sir." The boy replies and I look at Hermione. Ginny stands beside us and I raise my eyebrows at the two girls. They giggle and we follow after Mr. Weasley.
We walk through the woods before making our way to a clearing and a small hill. There's a boot placed on top of it and we all circle around it. "Why are they all standing he around that manky old boot?" Harry asks the twins. "That isn't just any manky old boot." I crouch down. "It's a Portkey." I put my hand on the boot.
"What's a Portkey?" Harry asks me and crouches down beside me. "Just put your hand on it, you'll see." I say and Mr. Diggory counts down. The boot spins us around and lifts us into the air. Light crackles around us and we're transported away.
"Let go, kids!" Mr. Weasley yells out and I let go of the boot. I yell out and my body falls to the ground. I land on the floor with a grunt and watch as Mr. Weasley, Mr. Diggory, and Cedric float gracefully down. I roll my eyes.
"I bet that cleared your sinuses, eh?" Mr. Weasley laughs out and I push myself from the floor. We walk away from the boot and up a small hill to see an entire area filled with tents. "Well, kids, welcome to the Quidditch World Cup!" Mr. Weasley yells out and we push through the crowd of people.
Mr. Diggory parts with Cedric and we find our tent. "Home sweet home." Mr. Weasley says and holds open the tent for us. The twins go in first, then Ginny, Hermione, and I. Ron follows behind me and Harry last.
Hermione takes my hand and pulls me towards a room. "Girls, choose a bunk and unpack." Mr. Weasley says to us and I choose the bottom bunk. "We're going to have so much fun!" Hermione squeals out and I chuckle.
