"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 saddest thing about betrayal is that it never comes from your enemies."
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"Hello," Hermione greeted, holding up a stack of toast wrapped in a napkin as she stood by the portrait hole where Harry had just emerged. "We brought you this. Want to go for a walk?"
"Good idea," Harry sighed with visible relief. Even though Jupiter had every reason to be furious with him, she held back. Harry didn't need another person angry with him right now; that could wait.
The three of them descended the stairs, slipping quietly through the entrance hall without so much as a glance into the bustling Great Hall. They made their way across the lawn toward the lake, where the Durmstrang ship sat, its dark reflection rippling in the water's stillness.
"Have either of you seen Ron?" Harry asked suddenly, taking a bite of his toast.
"He was at breakfast," Jupiter replied, her voice quiet. "Didn't talk to either of us, though."
Harry sighed deeply. "Reckon he still thinks I put my name in?"
"Well... no, I don't think so... not really," Hermione muttered awkwardly, casting a sidelong glance at him.
"What's that supposed to mean, 'not really'?"
"Oh, Harry, isn't it obvious?" Hermione groaned, exasperated. "He's jealous!"
"Jealous?" Harry scoffed, rolling his eyes in disbelief. "Jealous of what? He wants to make a prat of himself in front of the whole school, does he?"
"Cut him some slack, Harry," Jupiter said gently. Harry turned to her, ready to argue, but she pressed on. "You know how his brothers are. He's always competing for attention, and you... well, you just kind of... get it handed to you."
"I don't want the a—"
"I know you don't want the attention," Jupiter interrupted, her gaze steady. "But I don't think Ron understands the idea of not wanting attention. It's all he's ever tried to get."
"Great," Harry snapped bitterly, his tone tinged with frustration. "Really great. Tell him from me I'll swap any time he wants. Tell him from me he's welcome to it. People gawping at my forehead everywhere I go..."
"We're not telling him anything," Hermione said firmly. "Tell him yourself. It's the only way to sort this out."
"I'm not running around after him trying to make him grow up!" Harry yelled, loud enough that several nearby owls took flight in alarm. "Maybe he'll believe I'm not enjoying myself once I've got my neck broken or—"
"Harry..." Jupiter whispered, reaching out as he angrily ran a hand through his hair.
"I'm sorry." He grumbled, voice low. "This is all just too much."
