❝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 22
I'M DRAGGED INTO DUMBLEDORE'S OFFICE BY THE BACK OF MY JUMPER BEING GRIPPED BY PERCY WEASLEY. He holds the material tightly to prevent me from trying to leave. Percy grips onto Harry also, and the two of us glance at each other.
I spot Cho in the corner of the room, guilt etched into her features. Red paint drips heavily from her body, she snitched. As my eyes move from Cho, they lock with Kingsley's who stands beside the Minister. I move my gaze towards Umbridge and frown at her.
"He had nothing to do with it. It was me." I call out to the pink woman. "Most noble of you Jupiter to shield me, but as has been pointed out, the parchment clearly says 'Dumbledore's Army' not 'Black' or 'Potter's'." Dumbledore points out and looks back at the Minister.
"I instructed Jupiter and Harry to form this organisation. And I, and I alone, am responsible for its activities." He tells Fudge. "Dispatch an owl to the Daily Prophet. If we hurry, we should still make the morning edition." Fudge calls out and I let out a scoff.
"Dawlish, Shacklebolt, you will escort Dumbledore to Azkaban to await trial for conspiracy and sedition." My eyes widen and I look between Fudge and Dumbledore. "Ah, I thought we might hit this little snag." Dumbledore walks around his desk.
"You seem to be labouring under the delusion that I'm going to— What was the phrase?— come quietly." Fudge, Umbridge, Dawlish, and Kingsley all huddle around the man. "Well, I can tell you this, I have no intentions of going to Azkaban." Umbridge steps towards him.
"Enough of this." She whispers out, rage evident in her voice. "Take him!" She orders and Dumbledore winks at me before his phoenix flies behind him. He lifts his hands and touches the phoenix, causes orange fire to brightly explode before they both vanish.
I look at the space where he vanishes before looking at Fudge. "Minister, enlighten me a little," he looks at me. "If you truly don't believe us, in stating that You-Know-Who is back, why haven't you used Veratiserum to question us? Or any other form of a truth spell?" I ask the man who slowly fumbles for his words. I cut him off from his pathetic answer.
"I understand the word of two fifteen year old may not convince many, but the sight of a dead student and another on the verge of death should convince otherwise." The man steps towards me and Percy's grip on my jumper tightens.
I quickly use my ability to morph my jumper into a shirt and shrink out of his grip before returning to my normal size as I step forwards.
"You are the Minister of magic, it is your job to protect and provide the truth to the Wizarding world. You should be investigating the situation and then determine whether true or false." I state and walk towards the man.
"You should not be brushing a situation off because you are fearful. You need to stop whispering lies into the Daily Prophet because you are losing the trust of the Wizarding World. Instead you should be showing them that you are not afraid and that you are searching for the truth." I continue and stand opposite him.
He quiets at my words and everyone stares at me with wide eyes. "Or are you truly the coward everyone perceives you to be?" I question and he stares at me, flabbergasted. Harry stares in awe, I can see him from the corner of my eye. Umbridge gapes at me, breathing heavily as she shakes with anger.
"Detention! Miss Black!" She grits out and I smirk with a hum. "And you should stop using Medieval Torture Techniques on disobedient children." I say and make my way to the door. Harry's eyes trail after me and the door opens for me. "Good day." I step out and the door slam shut as I exit.
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It's been a few weeks since Umbridge has been appointed Headmistress and in those weeks I've been given multiple sets of lines to do, which have scarred my skin in all different places. They trail from the back of my hand to my forearm. All on one arm, my left.
I gently brush my index finger over the most recent scar: ℐ 𝓂𝓊𝓈𝓉 𝒷𝑒 𝑜𝒷𝑒𝒹𝒾𝑒𝓃𝓉 𝒶𝓃𝒹 𝒶 𝑔𝑜𝑜𝒹 𝓈𝓉𝓊𝒹𝑒𝓃𝓉. I walk over the wooden bridge with Harry beside me and Hermione and Ron trailing behind us. "You both did everything you could." Ron tells us and I rub my etched in scar. "No one could win against that old hag." He adds before Hermione speaks up.
"Even Dumbledore didn't see this coming." I stop on the bridge, and place my hands on the wood. "Jupiter, Harry, if it's anyone's fault, it's ours." She says and Harry stands beside me. I itch my skin and he gently takes my scarred hand, brushing his thumb softly over the words. "Yeah, we talked you into it." Ron says.
"Yeah, but we agreed." Harry says and turns around to look at them, I do the same. "We tried so hard to help, and all it's done is make things worse. Anyway, that doesn't matter anymore." Harry turns back around and I stare at him.
"I don't want to play anymore. All it does is make you care too much. And the more you care, the more you have to lose. So maybe it's better to..." He trails off and I frown slightly. "To what?" I ask softly and brush my thumb over his fingers. "To go at it alone." I frown at his words and spot Hagrid from the other end of the bridge.
The four of us move over to him and he leads us through the forbidden forrest.
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A/N- it's super late and I'm shattered so this isn't edited.
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