❝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 17
AN ANGEL WITH A SCYTHE. A graveyard. Hissing. Cold. Snow. Evil. Crow. Skull. Hissing.
House. Stairs. Hissing. Dark mark. Wormtail. Evil smile. Hissing. Snake. Man, young man. Barty Crouch JR.
"Jupiter, Harry at last! Step aside, Wormtail, so I can give our guests a proper greeting."
Green light. Killing curse. Voldemort?
It didn't touch me.
˓𓄹 ࣪˖ ⋆ ࣪. ˖ ࣪⭑
A blood curdling scream tears from my throat. I fling upwards. My body changes colour and shapes rapidly. I'm shaking. Harry. Hermione looks at me as she awakes suddenly and turns on a lamp. "What's wrong? Are you alright?!" Her eyes are puffy and bloodshot from all of the tears she cried earlier.
"Harry." My voice is quiet and dry. I pull the blanket from my body. "Go back to sleep, I'll tell you about it in the morning." Hermione sniffles with a nod. I escape my dorm quickly, morphing my body into that of Ron's to be allowed up the stairs to the boy's side. I knock on Harry's dorm's door rapidly before shoving it open. Harry lies in his bed, covered in sweat.
My body morphs back to my own and I walk over to him, my dark hair messy and my pale skin paper white. "Harry, are you alright?" I pant out shakily. Neville hums and twirls around the room before going to get changed into his pyjamas. I move and sit down on the edge of Harry's bed.
"The dream, did you have it too?" Harry nods and slowly sits up. I take my hand in his and interlock our fingers. The cool chill of my rings cool down his scorching hot hands. "I didn't hit me, the curse. But it hit you." Harry pulls me down gently and I force my messy hair to smooth itself. My head lays on his chest and his fingers play with my rings.
Half of my hair changes to a bubblegum pink whilst the other to a plum purple. Love and fear. Wait. Love? I shove away the thoughts and take in a breath. My cheeks warm at the contact and I listen to his heart beat underneath my ear. It's beating awfully fast.
"You were killed." I mumble under my breath, my voice is quiet, scratchy. I won't let that happen. "I've had that dream twice, it's not a coincidence." I say to him and he continues to twist the silver rings around my fingers.
My heart beats quickly and it pounds beneath my chest. My eyes are sleepy and dazed I force them open. Harry notices I'm about to fall asleep. "Sleep." He says to me softly and twists his free hand through the ends of my long dark hair. "No." I mumble but feel exhaustion overcome me.
"Sleep, I'm safe. You're safe. We're safe."
I drift off into a peaceful sleep, with no nightmares to plague my dreams.
˓𓄹 ࣪˖ ⋆ ࣪. ˖ ࣪⭑
The Golden Egg rests in my lap and ear muffs protect my ears. I take in a breath and open the egg, a screech fills the air. I watch as the inside of the egg swirls in a water like material, fish swim through it. Swimming. Water.
I recall a book I read in my mind and frown slightly. Maybe. I grab my wand and a large bubble of water floats from it. The egg is submerged in liquid and I slip off the ear muffs. I can't hear the screeching anyone. I stick my head inside the water.
Come seek us where our voices sound, we cannot sing above the ground. An hour long you'll have to look, to recover what we took.
I move my head back from the bubble of water and close the egg. I've got it. The Black Lake. The Selkie, they must be guarding something valuable of ours.
But what?
˓𓄹 ࣪˖ ⋆ ࣪. ˖ ࣪⭑
"Professor, could I have a moment of your time?" I knock on Snape's classroom and he looks at me. He nods slightly and I take I step inside his room. "For the next task, it requires me to breathe underwater for an hour, could I brew a potion for it?" I close the door behind me.
"Are you asking if you could brew a potion for it. Or use my ingredients to brew one?" I hold my potions book in my hands. "To use your ingredients to brew it, if possible." Snape hums and stares at me. "Use what you need. Clean up after yourself." He leaves the room, allowing his cloak to trail behind him flamboyantly.
I take a glance at my mother's advanced potions book in my hands and spend the next few hours brewing a potion to help me breathe underwater for multiple hours.
˓𓄹 ࣪˖ ⋆ ࣪. ˖ ࣪⭑
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A/N- I'm starting to fall in love with this fic again!
