❝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 9
MY MOTHER STANDS OPPOSITE ME, ANGER IS SWIMMING INSIDE OF HER. I can see the rage bubbling within her, I watch as it rises to the surface. Her hair is a bright crimson and she glares at me. I've snuck out of school to see her, I felt as though I needed to explain my failure of the attempted assassination.
"You failed to assassinate Albus Dumbledore which almost resulted in you getting found out?" The rage is evident in her voice. I nod my head with a swallow, staring at her. "I should have delivered the package myself, I am truly sorry for my mistake. It will not happen again." She nods her head at my words with a cold look. "It will not happen again, or you know the consequences." I give a sharp nod and she steps towards me.
"And package? What daughter of mine wouldn't complete the task herself?" Her piercing green eyes stare into my blue ones. "I thought it would keep Malfoy and myself undiscovered." Her eyes flicker and she tilts her head.
"Did young Draco put you up to this?" She questions me. "I knew he didn't have it within him to join us. But you, Jupiter, I am disappointed in you." I swallow at her words and hold my arms at my side. The words ache something inside of me.
"It was my own idea, Malfoy suggested otherwise but obeyed my decision. It was me who failed." Theodora analyses my face as I speak, searching through me for the lie I tell. She can't tell that my words are false, which I am glad for.
She hums with a small nod. "You will be punished for your failure." She speaks quietly and I nod my head. "I know." I whisper out and she grips my forearm, apparating us someplace else.
"I will spare you the pain of torture." She tells me and casts a spell which reveals a row of people all chained to the stone wall behind them. We're in the dungeons of the house. My eyes remain on my mother. "You will inflict it on others. Prove to me that you want this, show me how far you are willing to go for us." I nod my head, my heart pounding within my chest.
She wants me to torture them, before killing them.
I haven't killed anyone before, I almost have, but I have never been able to do it. But she wants me to, and I must. I must if I want to remain alive.
I turn my gaze to the sobbing people, pulling my wand from my pocket. Muggles. My wand raises upwards and points at the first muggle who begs for his life. I ignore it, clenching my wand tightly. I blank my mind, I can't think of what I'm doing or I will stop, or I will fail again and she will know I'm not on his side.
I need to do this, I must. A spell falls from my lips and the muggle bursts in an explosion.
Blood sprays all around me, staining me a crimson. The other Muggles are screaming, pleading for their lives to be spared but I ignore them. I'm zoning out, allowing the spells to slip from my lips as I kill these innocent people for my mother's sport.
As the last Muggle dies I move away from them, turning my gaze to my mother who smirks at me proudly. Seven Muggles. I've killed seven people. Theodora steps towards me, stepping over the dead body of a Muggle woman.
"I knew you could do it." She smirks proudly, evilly. Her eyes scan over the blood which remains on me before casting a spell to rid it away. The blood washes away from my skin and I swallow harshly, the water seeping down my aching throat.
"I think it's best you return to school, Jupiter. Do not fail me again." I nod my head as her eyes form into a glare. I take one final glance at the bodies of people I've murdered before apparating back into my dorm room.
I will never get the image of those lifeless eyes out of my mind.
I fling upwards, panting with sweat dripping from my body. I'm shaking and tears are streaming down my face. This happened the night after the failed attempt, and I've been trying not to think about it. I've been trying to lock it away inside of me, but it isn't working.
And it's clawing its way out of me.
˓𓄹 ࣪˖ ⋆ ࣪. ˖ ࣪⭑
I've come to realise that I am unable to speak to Draco about the things Theodora has made me do. I was planning on speaking to him, because he is the only one now I can truly talk to. But I can't, I must remain in this facade of being on the Dark Lord's side.
I can't speak to anyone about it, and it's eating me alive. I have come to the decision to write about it, for it to at least get off my chest. I hold the quill in my hand and it writes onto the pages of the book, spilling out my feelings and thoughts.
I close the book and spell it to only open for me. I don't know if I feel better for writing it down. I just know it doesn't feel as bad as keeping it locked within me.
˓𓄹 ࣪˖ ⋆ ࣪. ˖ ࣪⭑
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A/N- Jupiter is going to spiral and im here for it.
