"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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"I don't really give a damn about the way you touch me when we're alone."
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Jupiter had never given much thought to how she would die. But dying in the place of someone she loved seemed like a good way to go. She felt at peace when she fell unconscious after her attack for she would die for her father without protest.
Whilst tucked into the comforting embrace of death's gentle grasp, she welcomed the hooded figure kindly; but it wouldn't let her stay. Death told her that there were people who loved her dearly, and he reminded her of the person who relied on her to breathe.
Dying wasn't an answer, not when Harry was waiting for her to open her eyes; she didn't have a choice. She had felt death before, but her passing felt unjust when she was newly thirteen. Her life was taken unfairly with no cost to the world, so it was gifted back to her. In simpler terms, death wasn't ready to claim her for his own.
She thought, perhaps, that death would welcome her when she was sixteen, but he still was not ready for her. She would still have a life in front of her; she would still get to live entirely until death decided he wanted her back.
Until that day inevitably came, she knew she had a purpose to fulfill. Firstly, she knew there was something significant about her highly accurate intuition, even if the cause could not be known. Second, she had to stay for the boy who needed her; she wanted to stay for him. Jupiter was eternally grateful to the figure named 'Death' for ignoring her. It meant she would have more time with Harry.
"Where're you off to?"
Jupiter froze at the door of Number Twelve Grimmauld Place, her hand outstretched for the doorknob. The soft creak of her father's cane echoed through the dim hallway. She turned back slowly, dread prickling at the base of her spine.
"I didn't think you'd be out of bed yet," she muttered, her voice shaky. "It's only been a day since the moon-"
"I am not as fragile as you make me out to be, Jupiter," Remus said, his voice steady despite the weariness etched into his features. He took a step closer, the sound of his cane against the wooden floor filling the narrow hall. "You, on the other hand, are not in a right state to be leaving the house unannounced at nine p.m."
"I'm just going to Harry's," Jupiter shrugged, trying to hide the unease gnawing at her gut. "You wouldn't let me go earlier today because of the new moon, so I asked Dad."
"You know he doesn't count," Remus said flatly. His eyes, always so kind, now held a sharp edge of concern. "I don't think it's very wise for you to be leaving the house. Not alone and not at night."
"I go to Surrey with Harry all the time, you never care then," Jupiter tried, her voice tinged with frustration. She knew this argument was pointless. Remus wasn't Sirius. He wouldn't be swayed by her childish tone. "What's the difference?"
