"𝙨𝙝𝙚 𝙞𝙨 𝙗𝙚𝙖𝙪𝙩𝙞𝙛𝙪𝙡 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙨𝙝𝙚 𝙞𝙨 𝙞𝙣 𝙖𝙜𝙤𝙣𝙮"
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IN WHICH ~ Jupiter Cassiopeia Lestrange thought she could escape her family's dark legacy at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, but in her second year, Tom Riddle's diar...
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"It takes grace to remain kind in cruel situations."
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The next morning, the Great Hall buzzed with the usual breakfast chatter: plates clinking, students murmuring, and the occasional burst of laughter. As Harry and Jupiter strolled in together, the smell of fresh toast and pumpkin juice filled the air. Jupiter glanced around, relieved that the hall felt warm and normal after the previous day's events.
But the calm didn't last.
"Hey! Potter! Lestrange!"
Pansy Parkinson's shrill voice sliced through the hum like nails on a chalkboard. Heads turned toward the source, and Pansy, clearly reveling in the attention, smirked.
"The dementors are coming! Ooooooo!" she sang mockingly, her voice dripping with insincerity.
Jupiter didn't flinch. She kept her gaze fixed ahead, pretending Pansy was nothing more than a crumb on the tablecloth. But from the corner of her eye, she noticed Harry's jaw tighten. His green eyes darted toward Draco Malfoy, who was clutching his chest theatrically and pretending to faint, sending his gang of cronies into fits of laughter.
Harry's gaze dropped to the floor, his shoulders stiffening. Jupiter frowned. She knew how much their sneers bothered him, even if he tried to hide it.
"Just ignore them, guys," Hermione murmured as she caught up to them, her voice weary but firm. "They're not worth it."
Jupiter clenched her jaw. She knew Hermione was right, and she'd made peace long ago with the fact that her cousin Draco and his "sad little girlfriend" weren't worth the energy. But it still grated on her nerves to see Harry so unsettled.
Reaching the Gryffindor table, they slid onto the bench beside George Weasley, who greeted them with a lazy smile.
"New third-year schedules," he announced, sliding a stack of parchment down the table. "What's up with you, Harry?"
"Malfoy," Ron answered for him, dropping onto the bench across from George.
George looked up, catching sight of Draco as he launched into another exaggerated fainting act for his entourage. His lips twitched in a faint smirk.
"That little git," he said calmly, though his eyes gleamed with mischief. "He wasn't so cocky last night when the dementors were at our end of the train. Came running into our compartment, didn't he, Fred?"
Jupiter saw Harry's lips twitch, the corners curling into a small, reluctant smile. The tension in his shoulders seemed to ease slightly.
"Nearly wet himself," Fred confirmed, leaning over the table to give Draco a pointed look.
