"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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"The right one is going to see every ounce of magic within you."
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"He got off!"
The kitchen of Grimmauld Place was a whirlwind of noise and movement as Mr. Weasley entered with Harry, his face beaming with excitement.
"Cleared of all charges!" Mr. Weasley declared triumphantly, clapping Harry on the back as if to hammer the good news into the room.
A palpable wave of relief swept over the gathered Order members, and the tension in the air dissolved into cheers and laughter. Jupiter felt herself exhale deeply, a breath she hadn't even realized she was holding. The sight of Harry alive, well, and here filled her with an odd sense of relief she couldn't quite explain.
"I knew it!" Ron whooped, punching the air triumphantly. "You always get away with stuff!"
Hermione, who had looked faint with worry moments before, now pressed a trembling hand to her forehead. "They were bound to clear you," she said, her voice quivering with emotion. "There was no case against you, none at all..."
Harry smiled at her, but his gaze quickly darted around the room, searching. When his eyes landed on Jupiter, his whole face seemed to light up. Her chest tightened, and a small, involuntary smile tugged at her lips.
Harry moved through the small throng of cheering people without hesitation and slid into the empty chair beside her. He leaned in close, his voice low enough to be lost under the commotion.
"Thanks for not... you know... ambushing me," he whispered, glancing over his shoulder at Fred, George, and Ginny, who were stomping around the kitchen in a celebratory war dance, chanting, "He got off, he got off, he got off!"
"That's enough, settle down!" Mr. Weasley called over the noise, though he was grinning from ear to ear. "Listen, Sirius, Lucius Malfoy was at the Ministry—"
Jupiter turned back to Harry, lowering her own voice to match his. "Of course. I know that's the last thing you'd want, especially today."
Harry's green eyes sparkled as he shrugged. "Although... I wouldn't mind if it were you. Anyone being all over me right when I walk in is a bit much, but if it was you, I'd feel... relieved."
Her heart gave a flutter. "Yeah?" she asked, her smile widening. "I mean, when I was all over you this morning, you seemed to be a bit more than relieved."
Before Harry could reply, Mrs. Weasley appeared at his side, happily piling sandwiches onto his plate. "Here, Harry, dear, have some lunch," she said warmly, patting his shoulder before returning to Sirius and Mr. Weasley's conversation.
