"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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"The most beautiful part is, I wasn't even looking when I found you."
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"We did it, you know," Harry said, a smile creeping onto his face as he watched the darkened grounds ahead. "Buckbeak isn't dead."
"I don't think he ever was," Jupiter murmured, her gaze distant, piecing it together. "The executioner never swung at Buckbeak. That noise we heard was always the pumpkin. We didn't see Buckbeak's head anymore because... we'd already saved him."
"What?" Harry's brow furrowed, tilting his head to the side.
"Everything we're doing right now already happened," Jupiter breathed, a note of awe in her voice. "We just didn't know it was us."
"That's brilliant," Harry grinned, letting the idea sink in. "Confusing, but brilliant."
"Definitely," Hermione chuckled softly, glancing between them with a look of admiration.
Harry's expression grew thoughtful, and he spoke in a quieter tone. "You know... before, down by the lake after I pulled Jo out... I did see someone. That someone made the Dementors go away."
"With a Patronus," Hermione said, nodding. "I heard Snape telling Dumbledore that 'only a really powerful wizard could've conjured it.'"
"It was my dad," Harry said, his voice soft with a touch of hope. "It was my dad who conjured the Patronus."
"Harry, your dad's..." Hermione hesitated, her expression gentle.
"Dead, I know," Harry snapped, the brief spark of anger flashing in his eyes. "I'm just telling you what I saw."
Jupiter placed a reassuring hand on his shoulder, her voice tender. "Harry, don't you think it could've been you?"
Harry shook his head, looking away as if to avoid the possibility. "No, I couldn't have made one like that. You should've seen it—it was beautiful," he said wistfully. "It had to have been him."
"Here we come," Hermione whispered, drawing their attention to the base of the Whomping Willow, where a familiar group emerged from the tunnel.
They watched themselves from afar, and Jupiter's eyes softened as she caught sight of her past self standing beside Sirius. It was strange and bittersweet, seeing herself with the man she once claimed to hate. Yet there was an undeniable ease, a sense of belonging with him that felt... like family.
"Harry!" her own voice called out from by the tree, just as the full moon broke through the clouds, casting an eerie, silvery glow over the grounds.
"Let's go," Harry whispered urgently, and as Lupin transformed, he and Sirius were thrown into a chaotic struggle. The trio sprinted to the other side of the hill, watching with bated breath as their past selves scrambled to avoid Lupin's savage attacks.
