"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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"You've survived too many storms to be bothered by raindrops."
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Jupiter's head burst above the water, and the icy air hit her face like a shockwave, forcing her eyes open as she gasped her first breath in hours. The cold seeped into her lungs, leaving her feeling heavy and dazed. Images from her nightmare still clung to her mind—Tom Riddle's voice, his twisted laughter as he forced her to sit through another dream. But there was no time to dwell on it now.
She scanned the lake, searching urgently for Harry. Instead, she saw a small, pale figure bobbing beside her—the little blonde girl from McGonagall's office. Without hesitation, Jupiter grabbed Fleur's sister by the arm and kicked hard, propelling them both toward the dock where cheers were already building.
When they reached the edge, she hoisted the girl up onto the ladder, her muscles burning with effort. Then, two strong hands pulled her up onto the wooden deck, and she blinked through the blur.
"Jove, are you alright?" Ron's voice filtered through, thick with concern. He wrapped a warm towel around her shoulders, and she gripped it, grateful for the small relief from the biting cold.
"Where's Harry?" she asked, still foggy and distracted by the remnants of her nightmare.
"He's still down there..." Ron muttered, his gaze fixed on the frigid water. As if summoned by their words, something shot out of the lake and hit the dock with a heavy thud. People scrambled, clearing a space around the soaked figure.
Jupiter felt a wave of relief as she recognized Harry, sprawled out on the dock, coughing up water. The strange gills on his neck began to fade, replaced by his usual pale skin. Dumbledore knelt beside him, murmuring something as Seamus wrapped him in a towel. After a few words with Dumbledore, Harry's eyes finally found her.
Before Jupiter could reach him, Fleur Delacour pushed through the crowd, her face alight with gratitude. "You! You saved my little sister!" She kissed Harry on both cheeks, and a small flare of jealousy sparked in Jupiter's chest. But Fleur soon turned to her with the same shining expression. "And you helped!" Fleur kissed Jupiter's cheeks, her gratitude evident, before rushing over to her sister.
Finally, Jupiter managed to close the gap, dropping to her knees beside Harry. "Harry!" she breathed, taking in his shivering form, bruises and scratches covering his skin, his hair plastered to his forehead and dripping onto his fogged-up glasses. "You're alright!"
Harry didn't answer, instead grabbing her and pulling her into a fierce hug. "Ow!" he yelped as she accidentally pressed against one of his bruises.
