❝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...
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𝙲𝚑𝚊𝚙𝚝𝚎𝚛 9
SWEAT DRIPS DOWN MY BODY AS A NIGHTMARE PLAGUES MY MIND. I can hear a soft growling and a whisper of my name. There's a rattle, a snake. I can hear it, I am it. It's sliding down a dark corridor that contains a cold and eerie sound that makes me shudder.
I can see something in the distance — a room. It's dark but there are rows upon rows of shelves containing glowing blue orbs, prophecies. A sting of cold spikes down my spine and I see a hand reaching out to me, a long bony pale hand.
His hand, because he's realised that if he has me in his grasp, he shall never let me go.
˓𓄹 ࣪˖ ⋆ ࣪. ˖ ࣪⭑
Laughter surrounds my Defence Against The Dark Arts class and Padma Patil uses her wand to turn a piece of paper into a paper bird that soars through the classroom. It flutters through the air and Crabbe launches a rubber at it which makes it fall before it flies up again, only to get incinerated.
It falls and lands on the Patil twin's desk. "Good morning, children." I can hear the sickly high pitch voice come from behind me and turn my head. "Ordinary Wizarding Level Examinations." She holds out her wand and with each word she says, it appears in white chalk on the chalk board. My eyes follow after her.
"O-W-L, more commonly known as OWLs." She walks to the front of the class and turns to face us.
"Study hard and you will be rewarded. Fail to do so, and the consequences may be severe." She smiles and shrugs up her shoulders before lowering them and flicking her wand to the side, causing books to lift themselves from a table and hand themselves out to us.
"Your previous instruction in this subject has been disturbingly uneven." I look at the book cover with a frown as the book gets placed on my desk. Dark Arts Defence: Basics for beginners. I pick up the book in my hands with a frown. I read this book when I was four. This isn't the level of magic we should be working on.
"But you'll be pleased to know from now on you will be following a carefully structured, ministry-approved course of defensive magic." I raise my hand. "Yes?" Professor Umbridge says at the sight of my question. "There isn't anything in here about using defensive spells." I say and she chuckles.
"Using spells?" She laughs out and steps towards my desk. "Well, I can't imagine why you would need to use spells in my classroom." She keeps her voice high and light but her eyes grow blankl as she recognises me. I look her up and down but nod, small. I'm starting to get annoyed.
"We're not going to use magic?" Ron asks with a confused frown. "You will be learning about defensive spells in a secure, risk-free way." Umbridge explains before Harry joins in. "Well, what use is that if we're going to be attacked, it won't be risk-free." Harry says and Umbridge turns around before cutting him off.
