❝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 3
I LEAN MY ARM AGAINST THE GLASS AND REST MY HEAD IN MY PALM WITH MY EYES CLOSED. I'm exhausted. The mark on my forearm has only now stopped burning, yet it still stings when something touches it.
I can hear the group's conversation as I try and fall asleep, but I can't. I make it seem as though I am when Harry states his suspicions of Malfoy being a Death Eater. It makes my stomach rise to my chest, because they were there. I'm glad I maintained my disguise for the initiation.
Harry's left hand holds my right one gently before letting go and leaving the cart. I fumble and pretend to wake up at his action, rubbing my eyes as he walks down the corridor. I yawn into my hand and press my back into the seat.
"What's got you so tired?" Ron asks me and I look at him as I blink my eyes. "I'm just not sleeping well." I reach a hand up to scratch the hidden scar on my forehead before my right hand rests over my left forearm.
"Is it your mother? Is she contacting you again?" Hermione asks me and I shake my head. "No, I haven't seen her since... since my father died." I lie and swallow harshly. The two grow quiet at my words. "I'm doing alright, if that's what you both are wondering." Hermione's eyes move to my new hairstyle, the dark curls.
"Fred and George said they saw you at the shop. Said you were there a few minutes before we got there. I'm surprised we didn't run into you." I hum at his words. "I wasn't there long, just wanted to see how they were doing and then I got some potions supplies before leaving." I explain, plainly.
"Where have you been staying? None of us saw you in the break, nor did you write." Hermione says to me and my cat, Nightmare, comes running into the cart. I don't know where she is most of the time, she appears and disappears a lot. She meows and jumps onto my lap.
I stroke my fingers through her dark fur. "I've been staying at Hartshorn House." Both of their eyes widen. "Don't worry, Theodora isn't there. It's empty, but it's better than the Leaky Cauldron." I shrug and feel Nightmare's soft fur between my fingers.
"Mum said you're welcome to stay at mine, anytime." I smile slightly at Ron's words and Hermione chimes in. "And mine too, I'm sure my parents would love to have you." She smiles at me and I nod my head with a swallow. I look down before lifting my gaze, forcing a fake smile on my face.
"Thank you, both." Nightmare claws my left forearm and I wince, pulling a pained face and flames ignite beneath my skin. Nightmare jumps off my lap and rushes off, to wherever it is she goes. "What it is?" Hermione asks and stares at my forearm.
The long dark sleeved top I wear has been scratched and torn. I morph my skin to hide the mark and move the top back, looking at the small bloody scratches on my skin. I mumble a spell under my breath and watch as the wounds close, turning my gaze back to Hermione and Ron.
