❝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 13
I'M PANICKING. They don't trust me. This bad. This is extremely bad. They need to trust me. I haven't got a plan that revolves around them not trusting me.
I've apparated back to Hartshorn House. My entire body is tingling from adrenaline and fear. But I'm also angry. I'm enraged. I spot my mother and I'm opposite her in an instant. "Why didn't you tell me?" My teeth are grinding together and she gives me a sly smirk.
"Why don't you trust me? Haven't I proved myself to you enough already?" Death Eaters start spilling into our home. "You still haven't killed Dumbledore." She says to me and I swallow at her words. "I'll do it myself next time I see him. But why wasn't I aware?" I'm seething, my hair is a bright red with anger.
"Because we don't trust you." I hide my fear well. I'm even angrier. "Why not? I have been on your side all of this time. Why else do you think I associated myself with Harry and his friends? Why would I waste my breath on them if it wasn't for our cause?" I'm lying straight through my teeth and the death eaters listen to my yell.
"You raised me to trust the Dark Lord, which I do. But your distrust in me is painful. Why do you think Harry is so affected by me? Because I'm the only one who can hurt him." I say to her and rage spikes between her eyes. I continue before she can cut me off.
"You all have tried hurting him for years and you have never succeeded, which makes me the only one who can. Because he feels something for me, which makes him weak. Which will allow me to hurt him much more than any of you can." I call out, my eyes scanning over the death eaters who look at me before my eyes lock on Draco.
I look feral. My eyes are wild and anger swarms within me.
I can hear a giggle and Bellatrix claps her hands together slightly. "Prove it, baby cousin." She says, swaying as she walks towards me with a smirk on her lips. Rage bubbles inside of me at the sight of her. I need to force it away. I can't hurt her yet.
"Gladly."
˓𓄹 ࣪˖ ⋆ ࣪. ˖ ࣪⭑
The sight of blood remains visible on my hands even after it being washed. I can't forget the amount of blood I've spilled over the holidays. But they trust me now. And I need to keep this trust, I need to do whatever I must to make sure they remain unaware of my true intentions.
My eyes are sharp and cold. I'm starving too. But I can't eat, I just can't. My stomach is sick and the scent of blood has burned the back of my throat.
I sit in the common room, zoning out. I'm dull. I'm numb. I'm exhausted. I hate myself. I hate who I've become. There's a commotion as people enter the room and I glance at the door for an instant.
Harry walks inside, and his eyes grow with rage as they lock with mine. "Did you do this?" He calls out and I frown slightly. "Do what?" I ask and he makes his way closer to me, he grips my top and pulls me upwards.
My eyes widen. "Did you do this? Did you try to kill Ron?!" I let out a gasp of shock, staring up at him with wide eyes. "What? What do you mean? Harry, what happened?" I frantically look over his face.
"Ron was poisoned is what happened? Did you do it?" I rapidly shake my head. "No! Of course not! Is he alright?" I question and Harry drops me, stepping back with his eyes on my left arm. I swallow harshly. "What was it? How did it happen?" I ask and he pushes a hand through his hair.
"He drank something and then started foaming at the mouth. Slughorn had it." I take in his words and think. My mind instantly goes to Draco. No. No he's just messed everything up. My heart drops in my chest and I fall back into the chair, my hands covering my mouth.
My mouth is dry and I zone out yet again. Shit. How am I going to fix things now?
