❝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 6
I DON'T LISTEN AS THE GROUP SPEAKS. My mind isn't my own and I'm forced to re-live my memories. How the scorched iron knives of the Cruciatus Curse struck my body, how my mother forced me to torture Muggles for her own enjoyment, and the cold kiss of the Killing Curse.
A hand slips into mine and gives it a squeeze. Harry looks at me as he interlocks our fingers. I take a glance at him and he gives me a reassuring smile. I give him a small one in return and Harry reaches into his pocket to grab something.
He holds my hand with both of his and flips my palm to face upwards as he places a cool object in it. I look at it and see him place a silver ring there. A silver ring with two lightning bolts pulled together. My eyebrows furrow and we lock eyes.
"I always see you playing with your ring when you're nervous, and I wanted to get you another one." My hair turns pink before I can stop it. My cheeks pull upwards and I slip the ring onto my middle finger with a slight smile. "Thank you." I smile at him and squeeze his hand.
His eyes look at my pink hair and I turn it back to black. His cheeks are slightly rosy and we walk behind Hermione and Ron, our hands holding each others.
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I watch as Diggory gets pushed into the circle by his friends. I clap my hands together politely before scribbling down the effects of Veritaserum in my advanced potions essay. The twins come running into the room, potions in their hands.
I take a look at them before clicking my tongue with a slight chuckle. "It's not going to work." I mutter under my breath and they move to sit beside me. "And why's that Black?" Fred asks me and I take a glance at them then at the drawn line around the goblet.
"You see that? It's an Age Line. Dumbledore drew it himself, and it's not going to be dodged by something so simple as an Aging Potion." I say to them. "That's why it's so brilliant." Fred says and his twin finishes. "Because it's so simple." They move to stand and Hermione and I look at each other.
The twins drink their potions before jumping through the circle. Claps erupt in the room and they throw in their pieces of parchment only to get launched out. Long white hair grows from their heads and scruffy white beards from their chins.
I roll my eyes, scanning over the words of my essay. "Will you give this a quick read?" I ask Hermione and she nods. I hand it to her and she passes me her essay. I read through it, mentally ticking off things she's mentioned. After around two minutes I finish reading it and so does Hermione.
"This is incredible, completely covers it." I smile at Hermione and we swap back papers. "Yours was amazing, just make sure to add the antidote and how Occlumency can help resist it." She nods her head. "Oh yes! I completely forgot that." I let out a small laugh and watch as everyone's gaze turns to the door as Viktor Krum walks in, Karkaroff walking behind him.
Hermione's eyes linger on Krum whilst I give Karkaroff a cold glare. He returns the look before walking away with his student. I look at Hermione, who blushes at the leaving Krum.
I raise my eyebrows and she laughs. "Shut up." She laughs out embarrassed and I chuckle slightly.
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The Great Hall is crowded and Dumbledore asks us to sit down. "Now the moment you've all been waiting for: The Champion Selection." Dumbledore holds his hand out and the sconces dim. He places his shaking hand on the goblet before stepping away, the blue fire turns red and a piece of burnt paper flies from it and into his hand.
"The Durmstrang Champion is: Viktor Krum." Durmstrang clap and cheer for Viktor who stands up, walking over to Dumbledore and shaking his hand. The fire turns red again and a blue piece of parchment flies from it.
"The champion for Beauxbatons is: Fleur Delacour." Fleur smiled as she walks over to Dumbledore and the final piece of parchment flies from the goblet. "The Hogwarts Champion: Cedric Diggory!" I clap my hands and everyone cheers.
"Excellent! We now have our three champions. But in the end, only one will go down in history. Only one will hoist this chalice of champions... this vessel of victory... the Triwizard Cup!" A cup is placed on a stand. It's large and silver with blue glass with the writing Wizard on it.
Snape steps forward frowning and I follow his gaze to the Goblet. It turns red again and spits out two pieces of parchment. Dumbledore catches them, mumbling two names under his breath.
"Harry Potter!" My mouth opens slightly before another name is called.
"Jupiter Black!" My eyes widen and I lock eyes with Harry, who's equally as shocked as me. Dumbledore calls our names again and I stand up, walking over to him. Karkaroff looks at me, a small smirk on his lips. My hair turns crimson as I glare at him. Dumbledore hands me the paper with my name on it and people whisper as I pass them.
I'm glaring at Karkaroff, and my hair returns to its dark colour. Harry walks beside me and we leave the great hall, both equally as shocked and confused.
˓𓄹 ࣪˖ ⋆ ࣪. ˖ ࣪⭑
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A/N- this isn't edited.
This is the ring Harry gave Jupiter-
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