❝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 h...
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𝙲𝚑𝚊𝚙𝚝𝚎𝚛 12
MOODY PUSHES OPEN THE DOOR TO HIS OFFICE WITH A GRUNT. Harry and I walk in behind him. The man groans and slips off his jacket. My eyes scan around the room, observing everything. Moody sits himself down on a chair and slips off his wooden leg with an exhale of relief.
I look at the Foe-Glass opposite him with a frown. Why would he want to watch his enemies? "That's a Foe-Glass." Moody says to us. "Lets me keep an eye on my enemies. If I can see the whites of their eyes, they're standing right behind me." He cackles and a box of his rumbles. I can hear distant shouting and my gaze locks on the box.
Someone's in there. "Wouldn't even bother telling you what's in there. You wouldn't believe it if I did. Now... what are you going to do about that dragon?" He asks the both of us. "Oh, um... Well, you know, I just thought I'd..." Harry trails off and Moody turns to look at me.
"Fumos, and if that doesn't work, then Diminuendo." Moody nods his head with a click of his tongue. "It's almost impossible to cast a spell on a dragon alone," he says to me and kicks to stools towards Harry and I.
"Listen to me, both. Your pal Diggory? By your age, he could turn a whistle into a watch and have it sing you the time. Miss Delacour? She's as much a fairy princess as I am. As for Krum, his head may be filled with sawdust but Karkaroff's is not! They'll have a strategy. And you can get that it will play to Krum's strengths." Moody looks at me before leaning towards Harry.
"Come on Potter, what are your strengths?" He asks Harry. Harry stumbles for his answer. "He's an amazing flyer." I tell Moody. "I'm a fair flyer." Harry says to him with a slight nod at my words. "Better than fair, the way I heard it." Moody points out.
"But I'm not allowed a broom." Harry says to him before glancing at me. "You're allowed a wand." I say to him.
˓𓄹 ࣪˖ ⋆ ࣪. ˖ ࣪⭑
Harry walks around to shake off his nerves. I listen to Dumbledore announcing and the roars of the dragons overtake my ears. I sit on a bench and Harry and I lock eyes. I push myself to stand and walk over to him. "Are you nervous." He nods his head at my words.
"Don't be, you'll be fine. Remember what Moody and I said." Harry nods his head and I hear whispering coming from behind the fabric of the tent. I frown and Harry and I walk over to it. "Harry, Jupiter? Is that you?" Hermione's voice is a whisper. "Yes, it's us." I whisper back.
"How are you both feeling?" She asks and Harry moves to stand opposite me so both of our heads press against the fabric to listen. Harry locks eyes with me and flashes me a small nervous smile. "The key is to concentrate. After that, you just have to—" Harry cuts her off. "Battle a dragon." He says and she bursts through the curtain, wrapping her arms around him and then me.
