"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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"They that love beyond the world cannot be separated by it. Death cannot kill what never dies."
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June 7th, 1995
"Today... we acknowledge a terrible loss."
Dumbledore's voice rang through the silent Great Hall, somber and heavy with the weight of his words. Every student in Hogwarts was gathered, the house banners draped in black as a mark of mourning.
"Cedric Diggory was... exceptionally hard-working, infinitely fair-minded, and more importantly, a fierce, fierce friend." Dumbledore paused, his gaze sweeping over the sea of young faces. "Therefore, I think you have the right to know exactly how he died. You see... Cedric Diggory was murdered. By Lord Voldemort."
A ripple of shock ran through the hall, but Dumbledore's voice remained steady, even as it carried the gravity of the truth.
"The Ministry of Magic does not wish for me to tell you this. But not to do so would be an insult to his memory. Now, the part we all feel at this dreadful loss reminds me—reminds us—while we may come from different places and speak in different tongues, our hearts beat as one. In light of recent events, the bonds of friendship we made this year will be more important than ever."
Jupiter felt Harry's hand tense in hers. She turned to look at him, catching the faint shimmer of tears clinging to his lashes. His green eyes were fixed on Dumbledore, wide and unblinking, as though willing himself not to cry. Her grip on his hand tightened, a silent reassurance that she was there.
"Remember that," Dumbledore continued, his voice softening. "And Cedric Diggory will not have died in vain. And we'll celebrate a boy who was kind, and honest, and brave, and true. Right to the very end."
The room fell into a thick, suffocating silence as Dumbledore's words settled over them. Jupiter could feel Harry trembling beside her, his grief almost palpable. She wished she could do more—say something, anything—but instead, she held on to him, hoping her presence was enough.
June 31st, 1995
Nearly a month had passed since Cedric's funeral, but the memory of that day lingered like a shadow over them all. The journey back to King's Cross was a stark contrast to the one they'd made in September. The summer sun shone brightly, the sky impossibly clear, as though mocking the heaviness in their hearts.
Harry, Jupiter, Ron, and Hermione trudged toward the train, each pushing their trunks along the bustling platform. The usual chatter of excited students was subdued, their smiles fleeting.
"Hey!" A familiar voice called out, cutting through the crowd.
They turned to see Will Noland weaving his way toward them.
