"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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"Carrying anger in your heart will only block you from fully appreciating your blessings."
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The Gryffindor stands erupted, cheers reverberating across the Quidditch pitch like a thunderstorm. Every wooden beam beneath Jupiter's feet trembled with the weight of ecstatic students, their yells and chants making the very air shiver. She clutched the railing tightly, silently questioning why she'd allowed Ron and Hermione to drag her to the very top of this rickety, swaying structure. It felt like standing at the edge of a cliff, hundreds of feet in the air, and each cheer made the boards underfoot creak alarmingly.
Far below, the game was in full, chaotic swing, but Jupiter's gaze found itself wandering back to Fred and George as they zoomed by. In other circumstances, she might've cheered for them, but lately, her feelings about them—and everyone else—were knotted up in resentment. The Marauder's Map, the lie of her identity... She couldn't shake the thought that they'd known. If they'd discovered the truth through the map, had they laughed about it? Had they told their parents? Did their parents force them to keep quiet? Maybe it was all just a twisted, hushed-up joke to everyone but her.
But bitterness faded into something else the moment her gaze landed on Harry, who was darting far too close to the stands with reckless abandon. He leaned forward on his broom, a streak of black and red slicing the air, clearly showing off for the crowd. The Gryffindors cheered louder, their voices rising like a wave as he flew dangerously close, making her heart lurch. Her grip on Hermione's shoulder tightened as she imagined what would happen if his broom veered even an inch too far.
"I'm going back to my dorm!" she shouted over the crowd, hoping her voice reached Hermione's ears. But as she tried to slip through the wall of red-and-gold robes, Ron snatched her arm, yanking her back.
"Don't you want to see Malfoy lose—NO, YOU BLOODY WANKER!" Ron's words twisted into a furious yell, his gaze snapping to the sky, and she followed his line of sight just in time to see Draco gripping Harry's broom, pulling him back. The crowd exploded into boos, their voices fierce with outrage.
"Penalty! Penalty to Gryffindor!" Madam Hooch's whistle screeched, slicing through the uproar. "I've never seen such tactics!"
Lee Jordan's voice boomed over the microphone, barely containing his fury. "You cheating scum! You filthy, cheating—" He stopped, clearly under McGonagall's glare. "—cheater!" he finished, his voice dripping with restrained disgust.
Seething, Alicia Spinnet took Gryffindor's penalty shot, but she was so enraged that her aim was off, and a collective groan echoed through the stands as Slytherin cheered. High above, Harry and Draco hovered close, their brooms practically colliding as they hurled taunts and insults back and forth.
