❝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 3
I HOLD A NEWSPAPER IN MY HANDS, SCANNING MY EYES OVER THE INKED IN WORDS. Harry and Ron stand up and I snap into reality. My chest is tight and I feel my heartbeat through my body, faster than normal.
I don't know why I'm worried. I grab a few galleons from my pocket and hand it to the Trolley Witch as she passes me a large lolly. Harry glances at me from beside him. I look at him and frown slightly. "What?" I ask him and he chuckles slightly. "Nothing." He says and I shrug it off, walking back to my seat.
"This is horrible." Hermione says as she takes my newspaper in her hands. "How can the Ministry not know who conjured it? Wasn't there any security or...?" She asks and Nightmare crawls onto my lap. I stroke her black fur as Ron speaks.
"Loads, according to Dad. That's what worried them so much. Happened right under their noses." My scar burns and I rub at it. Harry does the same. "It's hurting again, isn't it? Your scar." Hermione asks Harry before she looks at me.
"I'm fine." Harry answers and Hermione leans forward. "You know Sirius will want to hear about this, what you saw at The World Cup, and your dream Harry." She says to both me and Harry. "I've written him a letter about that I saw, and Harry, I suggest you do the same." I suggest to him and accio my letter to my hands.
"I don't have an owl, I don't know how to get it to him." I say and Harry accio's ink and a quill. He writes a letter and Hermione looks at me as I rub my hidden scar. "What's wrong?" She asks me and I look at her. "It's just sore." I tell her and she frowns slightly. "What is?" She asks me and I look between the three in the room.
"Dumbledore made me swear not to tell anyone, but I trust you three." I start before the skin on my forehead flickers. Hermione gasps slightly and I lock eyes with Harry. His eyes widen before they lock on the lightning bolt of a scar on my forehead. "That's like mine." Harry mutters under his breath.
"How do you have a scar too?" Ron asks me and I look at him. "Because I was there when Harry got his." I mutter slightly and look at the brunette. "You didn't say anything when we met." He says to me.
"I promised Dumbledore I wouldn't say anything, and I didn't even know how I got it until over the summer." I say to him and my gaze flickers to the window. I cast a silencing spell before sighing.
"I still don't know exactly what happened that night, but from what Sirius told me, I was being babysat by Lily and James as my mother worked. It was a play date, Sirius said. He doesn't know how my mother managed to get me away, nor when she came. He wasn't there, he didn't tell me why." I lock eyes with Harry.
"Harry and I were in the same crib when Voldemort broke in. And as he tried to kill Harry, the spell rebounded off him and onto me, before hitting Voldemort." I finish and Hermione frowns.
"What about your mother? How did she escape?" She asks me and I shrug. "That's the thing. I don't know. Sirius doesn't know. Neither of us have any idea how my mother and I escaped." I say and look at the three. "I'm sorry I didn't tell you sooner." I lock eyes with Harry.
"If Dumbledore swore you not to say, then we can't be upset about you not telling us." Hermione joins in and Harry hands Hedwig his and mine's letter to Sirius. The brunette leans over me and opens the window, allowing Hedwig to fly out.
I lock eyes with Harry. He slowly moves back, keeping his gaze on me. My cheeks warm and I clear my throat, looking away. What is happening? What is this feeling? I lock eyes with Hermione and she smirks at me. "What?" I ask and she chuckles.
"Nothing." She mutters under her breath and her and Ron share knowing looks. Why am I blushing around Harry?
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A/N- poor baby doesn't know the trauma she's about to go through.
