"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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"If only you knew how much those little moments with you mattered to me."
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As Exam Week began, Jupiter felt the joy of winning the Quidditch Cup and the renewed warmth with Harry quickly drain away. The looming pressure of exams weighed heavily on her, and the unanswered questions about her "father" only added to the turmoil. Each night, she worried the strange, foreboding dreams might return, leaving her restless and more stressed by the day.
The common room bustled constantly with NEWT and OWL students, who spread their books across every available surface, leaving the younger students to either huddle on the floor or escape to their dormitories. But Jupiter's dorm was a nightmare of distractions, with Parvati Patil and Lavender Brown chattering endlessly about Professor Trelawney's latest predictions. Unable to focus there, she opted for the common room floor, seeking out a quiet spot near her friends.
"Have any of you seen my copy of Numerology and Grammatica?" Hermione asked, rifling through the mound of books in their corner of the common room.
"Yeah. I borrowed it for a bit of bedtime reading," Ron muttered with a smirk. Percy, standing sentinel on the other side of the room, had imposed a strict "no non-academic talk" rule for the duration of exams, and none of them wanted to risk losing any more house points.
A faint rustling came from the window above them, drawing irritated glances from nearby Gryffindors. Hedwig was perched on the sill, a letter clutched in her beak.
"It's from Hagrid," Harry whispered, taking the letter from Hedwig and quickly tearing it open. "Buckbeak's execution—it's scheduled for the sixth."
Hermione frowned, still sifting through her books. "That's the day we finish exams," she muttered.
"We've got to do something," Ron said softly, his voice filled with frustration.
Jupiter looked down, her expression solemn. "I don't know if we can," she whispered. "My uncle isn't exactly known for being forgiving. If he's set on killing Buckbeak, he'll find a way."
"He can't!" Ron groaned, a little too loudly. "I've spent ages reading up stuff to help him!"
"Ten points from Gryffindor, Ronald," Percy barked from across the room, adjusting his glasses.
"But—"
"Do you want to make it twenty?" Percy's voice was sharp, his gaze unyielding.
Ron sighed heavily, slumping over. "No."
Jupiter leaned closer to her friends, keeping her voice low. "We should at least visit Hagrid. He must be devastated; you know how much he loves Buckbeak."
