"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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"Seeing the world through your child's eyes brings out the magic in life."
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"Hello, Sirius."
At the stile at the end of the lane in Hogsmeade, a large, shaggy black dog was waiting, newspapers clamped in its mouth. The sight was both amusing and surreal—Sirius Black in his Animagus form, looking for all the world like any other curious dog. Except this wasn't just any dog; it was Jupiter's father, an idea that felt almost absurd when he was wagging his tail like an overgrown puppy.
Sirius sniffed at Jupiter's bag, clearly drawn to the food tucked inside, and gave a pleased woof before trotting off across the rough, scrubby terrain leading up to the mountains. They clambered over the stile and followed, the path growing steeper as they moved higher up the slope.
For nearly half an hour, they trudged after Sirius's wagging tail, the ground rocky and uneven beneath their feet. The climb was tough, and the sun beat down on them mercilessly. Jupiter's bag, loaded with food, weighed heavily on her shoulder, the straps digging in as she struggled up the path. Just when she thought she might have to ask for help, Harry slipped his hand under the strap, effortlessly shifting it to his own shoulder.
She opened her mouth to thank him, but he beat her to it. "Don't mention it. I should've taken it before we left," he said with a gentle smile.
As they walked, Jupiter found her gaze drawn to Harry's hand gripping the bag's strap, his knuckles tightening, veins standing out on his arm as he bore the weight. She tore her eyes away before she got too caught up in the sight, focusing instead on the path.
At last, Sirius disappeared from view, slipping into a narrow crack in the rock. They approached the fissure, and Ron and Hermione went in first. But as Jupiter prepared to follow, she noticed Harry hesitate, looking at the dark, confined space with trepidation.
"Are you all right?" she asked, her eyes searching his face.
"Yeah," he replied, though his gaze remained fixed on the narrow entrance. "Just... a little claustrophobic." His voice softened, almost as if he were talking to himself. "After all those years in the cupboard... small spaces still creep me out sometimes. Even now, I get uneasy when I close the bed curtains." He laughed softly, a little embarrassed. "Sorry, got a bit carried away."
"Don't be sorry. I like hearing your voice," Jupiter replied, almost without thinking, feeling warmth rise to her cheeks. Her words seemed to surprise Harry, and he looked at her with an intrigued smile.
"Yeah? What else do you like?" he asked, a mischievous grin spreading across his face as he took a step closer.
Jupiter's stomach did a little flip, and she gave a casual shrug, her voice dropping a bit. "I think we'd be here for a while if I went through the list."
