"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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"Death deserves to be a distant rumor to the young."
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"Mum—Bill!" Ron gasped, his voice barely containing his surprise as he, Jupiter, and Hermione joined the Gryffindor table for lunch after their exam. The three of them stopped in their tracks, staring at the sight of Mr. and Mrs. Weasley sitting with Bill around Harry, who looked positively delighted. Jupiter's eyes brightened as she noticed the empty seat Harry had saved for her, and she slipped in beside him, warmth spreading across her cheeks as he grinned her way.
"Come to watch Harry in the last task!" Mrs. Weasley said brightly, beaming with pride. "I must say, it makes a lovely change, not having to cook. How was your exam?"
"Oh... okay," Ron muttered as he dropped into the seat opposite them, his expression a mix of relief and resignation. "Couldn't remember all the goblin rebels' names, so I invented a few." He shrugged, grabbing a Cornish pasty from the table, ignoring Mrs. Weasley's disapproving frown. "It's all right. They're all called stuff like Bodrod the Bearded and Urg the Unclean; it wasn't hard."
"Ronald Weasley, I raised you better than that," Mrs. Weasley huffed, shaking her head and wagging a finger at him, though the corners of her mouth twitched as if suppressing a smile. Ron remained unfazed, chewing contentedly. Then Mrs. Weasley turned her focus on Jupiter with a knowing smile. "Now, Jove, I doubt I even have to ask how yours went!"
"It went exactly how I expected it to," Jupiter replied with a nonchalant shrug, though her eyes twinkled. "Easily."
"Of course it did!" Mrs. Weasley gushed, clapping her hands together. "See, Ron, this is exactly how you should be! You need to be spending more time around Jove."
Ron snorted, rolling his eyes. "Maybe I would if those two weren't snogging every five minutes."
Jupiter's cheeks burned, but before she or Harry could retort, Mrs. Weasley's eyes went wide. "What? You two are..." Her gaze flicked between Harry and Jupiter, who both sat there, caught off guard and a little embarrassed. Then Mrs. Weasley's face broke into a wide grin, and she clasped her hands together excitedly. "Oh, how wonderful!" she exclaimed. "I didn't trust that Skeeter woman, not one bit, but oh, my goodness, this is just lovely!"
Harry gave a sheepish grin, rubbing the back of his neck, while Jupiter laughed nervously. Before they could say more, a booming voice interrupted the happy moment.
"Ladies and gentlemen, in five minutes' time, I will be asking you to make your way down to the Quidditch field for the third and final task of the Triwizard Tournament," announced Professor Dumbledore from his place at the staff table. His voice echoed across the hall, drawing everyone's attention. "Will the champions please follow Mr. Bagman down to the stadium now."
