❝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 10
THE WOUND ON MY HAND HAS BEGAN TO SCAB. I gently scratch it as I sit on the sofa, writing down my potions essay about the effects of Amortentia. Harry sits beside me and I take a glance at his hand.
"Is it bothering you?" He looks at me and I motion towards his scabbed over hand. "Your wound?" He shakes his head and looks at the one on mine. "Just an itch. What about yours?" He asks and gently takes my hand, turning it over to see my healing wound.
Harry's blue eyes trail over the words scarring into my skin. ℐ 𝓂𝓊𝓈𝓉 𝓃𝑜𝓉 𝑔𝑜 𝒶𝓁𝑜𝓃𝑔 𝓌𝒾𝓉𝒽 𝑜𝓉𝒽𝑒𝓇𝓈' 𝓁𝒾𝑒𝓈. I lift my eyes to lock with his. "It's alright, I've felt worse." He quiets at my words as I realise what I said. I lean forward and gently take his hand as I search his eyes before speaking. "I don't mean that, Harry." He knows what I mean, the Graveyard. We lock eyes.
"Something else. But it's okay, it doesn't bother me." My voice is soft and he nods. He squeezes my hand gently before letting go and allowing me to go back to my writing. I can hear Hermione and Ron talking and they sit down beside Harry and I.
I return to my essay and scribble down my notes. Hermione's eyes trail over the scab on the top of my hand. I twist it so she can't see it.
"What's wrong with your hand?" I take a glance at it and she looks at Harry's hand too. "Both of your hands." She edges and Harry looks at her. "Nothing." He tells her and hides his wound.
"Both of your other hands." She delicately takes my hand, reading over the words engraved in my skin. "You've got to tell Dumbledore." She brushes her fingers over my scab. "No." Harry says and Hermione drops my hand. "Dumbledore's got enough on his mind right now." He pauses and takes in a breath.
"Anyway, I don't want to give Umbridge the satisfaction." Ron leans over Harry to look at his hand whilst Hermione drops mine. "Bloody hell, Harry, Jup, the woman is torturing you both." Ron says and looks at Harry and I's matching wounds. "If the parents knew about this..." Ron trails off but Harry cuts across him.
"Yeah, well, I haven't got any folks, have I, Ron?" My eyes move to his and I place my pages upon pages of parchment on my lap. I twist the rings on my fingers. I used to be like him, thinking I didn't have parents. Only I do now.
But I've only recently started to develop a relationship with my father, and the one with my mother has been destroyed. But even one parent is better than none.
Hermione sucks in a sharp breath. "Harry, Jupiter, you've got to report this." She tells me. "It's perfectly simple. You're being-" I cut her off. "It's not simple, Hermione." I tell her, my voice sharp, before continuing. "I thought about reporting her but nothing will come of it, she works with Fudge. Anything we report about her will be twisted and spun to be Dumbledore's fault." I explain to her my voice is cold.
