❝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 4
I SIT BESIDE HARRY, WATCHING AS TONKS CHANGES HER APPEARANCE WHICH MAKES THE GIRLS LAUGH. Her eyes skim to mine and she smirks. "Come on Jup, join in." I sigh with an eye roll before changing my face into that of a cat, giving myself whiskers and a cat nose.
Hermione giggles at my face. I shake my head and my skin flickers back to my own. Harry takes my hand and I turn my attention to him. "She's so smitten." Tonks whispers to Hermione and my cheeks burn, I swallow and allow my skin to remain pale. "What has the Ministry of Magic got against me?" Harry asks my father.
"Show him." Moody calls out from his place standing, resting on his walking stick. "He'll find out soon enough." Moody points out and Kingsley leans across me to hand Harry a newspaper. I don't look at it, but I feel rage bubble underneath my skin. I let go of Harry's hand and allow him to hold the newspaper with both of his hands.
My hair burns into a fiery red and I twist the two rings on my fingers. "Turn the page." Sirius says and I look over at the newspaper. "He's been attacking Jupiter and Dumbledore as well." Jupiter Black, the girl who seeks attention.
I see Harry clench his jaw. "What, is he saying Jupiter getting tortured, physically unable to move on the ground- dying! Was for attention?" Harry asks, enraged. I take a glance at him, his words make the memory resurface.
I squeeze my eyes shut, and clench my jaw. My hair won't be going back to black anytime soon. The memory dances in my mind, making me relive my torture. Everything I felt as a child came crashing back to me in that moment as I was tortured by the very same person. I hate her, so much. I absolutely despise my mother.
As I open my eyes, everyone stares at me. I frown slightly and look at Harry. "You projected the memory, your feelings." My eyes widen. I look down at my hands and see my palms glowing a blue. My gift, I didn't mean to use it.
I take in a breath as I feel everyone's pitying gazes. "I'm sorry, I'm still working on controlling it." The gift I have, being a projector, is a hard thing to control.
But I have managed to keep it under wraps, thought it does take over sometimes. I've done research on it, not many of them exist. Which is why Dumbledore is quite wary of what I will become.
Harry squeezes my hand and I lock eyes with my pained looking father. "Fudge is using all his power, including his influence at the Daily Prophet, to smear anyone who claims The Dark Lord has returned." Sirius says, returning to the previous conversation.
"Why?" Harry asks. "The Minister thinks Dumbledore's after his job." Lupin says and I frown at the words as Harry speaks out. "But that's insane- no one in their right mind could believe that Dumbledore-" Lupin cuts him off.
