❝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 8
I WALK THROUGH THE GRYFFINDOR COMMON ROOM WITH WHISPERS ALL AROUND ME. Harry moves to stand beside me as he and turns to Dean and Seamus who sit on the large sofa.
"Dean, Seamus, good holiday?" He asks politely and my eyes sharpen and the sight of two girls whispering to each other whilst staring directly at me. My face is blank and they pale, turning away from my gaze rapidly.
"Alright." Dean says plainly. "Better than Seamus' anyway." He adds and the fellow boy slams his copy of The Daily Prophet onto the coffee table before standing. "Me mam didn't want me to come back this year." He says and moves to stand opposite Harry and I. "Why not?" Harry asks, confused. Everyone in the room silences and just stares at us.
"Let me see— uh, because of you two." My eyes shrink into a glare. "The Daily Prophet's been saying a lot of things about you, Harry, and especially about you Jupiter." I dig my black painted nails into the skin of my palm as they start to shake with anger. "Dumbledore as well." I frown with a scoff and can hear my heartbeat quicken as I grow angrier. "What, does your mum believe them?" I ask the boy who nods.
"Well, nobody was there the night Cedric died. Or see Jupiter get tortured." Seamus points out and pure rage bubbles beneath my skin. My hands shake and my nails grow into points that dig through my skin, making droplets of blood drip onto the floor.
I can feel Harry get angry beside me at Seamus' words. "Oh, well, I guess you should read the Prophet then, like your stupid mother. It'll tell you everything you need to know." Harry calls out to the boy who shakes with rage. "Don't you dare talk about my mother like that!" Seamus says only to get cut off.
"I'll have a go at anyone that calls me a liar." I take a step towards the boy. "Do you want to see what happened that night?" I take one step, speaking sharply. "Feel what I felt?" He listens to my words. "Do you want millions of needles to prick your brain and make you scream out in agony?" My voice is blank of emotion.
"Do you want to have the feeling of hope that it will be over, so you could help protect your friend from Voldemort trying to murder him, but can't because you're getting tortured again?" I step closer. He silences and my hair changes to a bright red.
"Do you want to be half-dead on the floor for everyone to see, with all of your bones shattered. Paralysed?" My voice gets louder and more blood slips from my fingers and onto the floor as my nails dig deeper into the skin.
"Do you want that Seamus?" I ask him. "Do you want to feel how I felt? See for yourself how bad the Cruciatus Curse hurts? Because I can show you if you want?!-" Harry grabs my arm and pulls me back harshly. Air meets the wounds on my palms as my nails release from their deadly grip on the flesh.
I let out shaking breaths and my body changes rapidly with my metamorphmagi ability going on a rampage. It makes me change into the face of my mother, the look on her face as she tortured me. Seamus gulps at the face with a gasp.
"What's going on here?" Ron asks and my body changes back to my own. "She's mental is what's going on?!" I can hear the fear shake through his voice as he becomes wary of me.
"Do you believe the rubbish they're coming out with about You-Know-Who?" I focus on the night it happened, all of the feeling that were bottled inside me. The memory, Cedric's body, my mother. The pain. All of it. I keep my cold eyes on Seamus and focus on projecting everything from that night. I want him to feel as badly as I did.
"Yeah, I do." Ron tells Seamus, whose eyes are locked on my face. "How'd you bloody do that?" He asks me with wide eyes. "Practice." I say plainly and he looks around the room, checking if anyone else saw. They didn't, now they think he is mad.
"Does anyone else have a problem with Harry and Jupiter?" Ron asks, standing in front of us, shooting a questionable look at the panicked Seamus before scanning his eyes over everyone else in the room.
Harry walks away and my body shakes with anger. I morph my body into that of a male as I go up the stairs to the boy's dormitory before changing back to my body. I slip a finger under my tie and pull it from its grip around my throat. "You alright?" Ron asks and I loosen my tie along with the top buttons of my shirt.
I can't breathe. I slam the tie to the ground and grip my hair as it changes colour and morphs rapidly as anger swims through me. I'm shaking and pulling at the roots of my hair. "I said I'm fine, Ron!" Harry yells and turns around to look at Ron. I step away from them and move to the mirror, looking at my reflection.
Sometimes, after changing it, I forget how I actually look like. At the moment, my skin is blue and my hair is purple as my body is rapidly changing heights. My skin and hair are changing again. Orange skin and bright red hair. I'm furious.
I try to calm my breathing and stroke my fingers through my hair which changes back to ebony black colour.
With each exhale, my skin slowly lightens back to its white colour and my body returns back to its long and tall self. The scar on my forehead is visible and I cover it. I always cover it. I can feel my pulse vibrating through my body, through each finger tip. It gives me an electric shock as I continue to untangle my dark hair with my fingers.
A hand places itself on top of mine and I lock eyes with Harry through the mirror. My heart is beating quickly and I can see it hit my chest through the mirror, I'm sure he can too. He doesn't say anything, and neither do I.
He only turns me around before wrapping his arms around my body and holding me close to him. He holds me tightly and my arms rest around his ribs. I hold equally as tight, my face in his chest and I focus on him to calm myself down.
I listen to his heart beat and focus on listening to the soothing sound to try and calm me. It works, and I know being in my embrace is calming him too.
My heart beats slows and my breathing calms but I keep my arms around Harry, he's keeping me grounded and calm. I'm glad I have him with me.
