"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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"You will not be punished for your anger. You will be punished by it instead."
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'We have confirmed that ten high-security prisoners escaped from Azkaban yesterday evening,' Hermione's newspaper read under the large headline 'MASS BREAKOUT FROM AZKABAN' as she flattened it out on the table. 'We strongly suspect that the breakout was engineered by a man who has had previous experience in this exact field; the notorious mass murderer Sirius Black.'
"Oh, please, when will they just drop it?" Jupiter scoffed, sitting back in her bench at the Gryffindor table angrily. "Honestly, it's been two years."
"Don't think they ever will, honestly," Harry sighed, his chin resting in his hand as his eyes continued to scan the paper.
"Well, that's why your scar was hurting so badly yesterday, Harry..." Hermione said stiffly. "And Jupiter, put yourself in Fudge's shoes for a moment. What other options does he have to blame? He can hardly say, 'Sorry everyone, Dumbledore warned me this might happen, the Azkaban guards have joined Lord Voldemort' — stop whimpering, Ron — 'and now Voldemort's worst supporters have broken out too.' I mean, he's spent a good six months telling everyone you and Dumbledore are liars, hasn't he?"
"Who cares if he needs someone to blame?" Jupiter pouted. "Death eaters are free, and now the only person they can think to blame is my father? It's like it's personal or something!"
Hermione ripped open the newspaper and began to read the report inside while Jupiter looked around the Great Hall. She could not understand why his fellow students were not looking scared or at least discussing the terrible piece of news on the front page, but very few of them took the newspaper every day like Hermione.
There they all were, talking about homework and stupid Quidditch and who knew what other rubbish, and outside these walls ten more Death Eaters had swollen Voldemort's ranks...
"Where are you going?" Ron asked, as Hermione suddenly got to her feet and folded the newspaper under her arm.
"To send a letter," she shrugged, swinging her bag onto her shoulder. "It... well, I don't know whether... but it's worth trying... and I'm the only one who can..."
"I hate it when she does that," Ron grumbled as he, Jupiter and Harry got up from the table and made their own, slower way out of the Great Hall. "Where's she going, Jove?"
Jupiter stared at him for a moment, furrowing her eyebrows. "Why would I know?"
"Can't you two read each others minds?" Ron shrugged casually. "You're always finishing each others sentences and that rubbish. It's creepy, honestly..."
