❝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 17
MY WAND IS GRIPPED TIGHTLY AS I STAND OUTSIDE OF DUMBLEDORE'S OFFICE. I've disguised myself. I need to do it now. I was let out of the hospital wing a few hours ago, and I've had one thing on my mind since then. I have to kill Dumbledore, and I need to do it now.
I've appartated inside of the room, directly behind Dumbledore. I'm silent, my wand pointed at him. I don't even breathe, I just need to get it over with. "Miss Black, I've been expecting you." He doesn't even turn around. The grip on my wand tightens.
"Are you going to kill me?" He turns his head to look at me, staring into my disguise. "Don't disguise yourself, Jupiter. You know your mother wouldn't like that." I drop my disguise, continuing to keep my wand pointed at him. "I know you can do it, Miss Black. I don't doubt you for a moment, but is not the right time." He takes a step towards me and I make my guard higher.
"If I do it now, it will get done. Then I will be done." Dumbledore isn't angry, I can tell in his eyes. "They put too much pressure on you. But remember the Prophecy, and I know you do. I also know you are only doing this to keep Harry safe." I swallow at his words and glare. If I just kill him now, it will be done.
"I know that you and young Draco have been working to fix the Vanishing Cabinet. And I know that it is done, which means that Death Eaters will be arriving. Then, you should kill me." I frown slightly at his words. "You should kill me with them all watching, for you to show that they can trust you." I tilt my chin upwards at his words, a confused look on my face.
"You want me to kill you, sir?" He nods his head. "It is the only way for them to truly trust you." I swallow at his words and nod my head. "I was originally planning on having Snape kill me, but then I was made aware of how much the Dark Lord needs you. This is the only way." I lower my wand, still keeping it in my grip.
"I will kill you, Professor. I will not fail again."
He nods his head at my words, a slight chuckle passing his lips. "And I don't doubt you for a moment, Miss Black."
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"Jupiter... we need your help." A familiar voice greets me and I turn my gaze to Hermione. This is the first time we've spoken in three months. I close my book and turn to her. "What is it?" I question and she sighs.
"I need your liquid luck." I nod along with her words. "I understand if you-" I accio the bottle to my hands and pass it to her. "-here." I say as I give it to her and her eyes widen. "Why would you just give this to me?" She asks me, holding the vial close to her chest.
"You wouldn't ask me if you didn't truly need it. Just be careful until the effects wear off." I say and grab my book again. "...Thank you." I give Hermione a small smile and she walks away.
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I stare at my mother who passes a framed image of her and my father. They're smiling in it, they're so happy. Her eyes trail past it as she walks and for a moment, just an instant, I can see a small glimpse of sadness in her eyes. I swallow harshly at the photo, and I watch as the frame gets placed picture down by magic.
"What actually happened that night? All those years ago?" I question and she turns her gaze to look at me, stopping in her place. She blinks her cold eyes. "Why do you want to know?" Theodora questions and I take a step closer to her, my eyes looking over the upside down frame for an instant.
"I've heard multiple different stories, and I want the truth." Her gaze remains cold on me before she lets out a breath. "You were being baby sat by Lily and James Potter. I was out, which is why you were with them. Your father was.. Merlin knows where. But I overheard some dark wizards talking about The Dark Lord and this piqued my interest." I listen to her intently as she explains what actually happened.
"I heard that Peter Pettigrew had told The Dark Lord that the Potters' son, Harry, was prophesied as the chosen one, and that the Dark Lord would kill the boy. Only I knew that you were there that night and so I rushed to protect you." She forces her hair colour to remain the same, but her skin flickers light blue for a singular moment.
"When I got there, The Dark Lord had killed the Potters and was on his way to kill you and Harry. I did what I had to do to protect you. I made a deal with him, that I would join him and raise you as a weapon if he kept us both alive. Which he did, and as he went to kill Harry, the spell rebounded off him and onto you, causing you to have your scar. I fled soon after that." She finishes and I stare at her with sad eyes.
"Why did he keep me alive? A little baby? It would've been easier to just kill the both of us." She doesn't speak for a moment. "There was another prophecy told, that a girl with the gift of Projection would determine which side of the war won, and I knew from the moment you were born you had Projection. And the dark Lord did too, which is why he kept us both alive." She finishes with an exhale, her gaze moving to look at the photo.
The relationship between my mother and me has gotten... better. She doesn't hurt me as much anymore. I think we're starting to understand each other now.
"Do you think you're more powerful than him? The Dark Lord?" My mother's lips pull up into a smirk slightly. "Yes." She says and I don't doubt her.
And even through the Dark Lord is using me as a puppet, my mother is the one pulling the strings.
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A/N- if this seems all over the place time wise, it's meant to be. It's to show how bad Jupiter is getting and how everything is morphing together.
And I want to point out that the relationship between Jupiter and Theodora is incredibly psychologically abusive, even though her mother isn't physically hurting her anymore.
