"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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"And they tell you that you're lucky, but you're so confused, cause you don't feel pretty. You just feel used."
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"You are so lucky I love you," Jupiter said to Harry, her hand gripping onto the handle hanging from the ceiling of the train as it sped across the London Underground.
Harry's arm was wrapped tightly around her waist, keeping her sturdy and grounded. "Just relax, Jo, it's not that bad," he smiled, rolling his eyes.
Jupiter gave him a mock glare, though her lips twitched into a reluctant smile. "Not that bad? Harry, this thing is shaking like it's about to fall off the tracks, and I feel like we're about to shoot through a wall!"
Harry chuckled softly, pulling her closer. "You've faced Death Eaters, werewolves, and Tom Riddle but a little train ride has you worried?"
She swatted at him playfully with her free hand. "Facing Death Eaters doesn't involve being thrown around like a rag doll! At least with them, I know what I'm dealing with. This?" She gestured around at the rattling carriage. "This is unpredictable."
His grin softened as he pressed a kiss to her temple. "You'll be alright. I've got you."
Jupiter's breath hitched at the warmth of his kiss, her heart easing from its panicked rhythm. "You'd better," she mumbled, half-teasing, though there was a hint of vulnerability in her voice. She leaned into him, resting her head against his shoulder as the train jolted once again, her grip on the handle loosening slightly.
As the tube pulled into the station, Jupiter straightened up, forcing the tension in her shoulders to ease. "That is the worst thing ever," she shuddered as Harry guided her out of the train before the automatic doors could shut. "Honestly, what possesses Muggles to make those things?"
"Well, seeing as they can't fly or apparate..." Harry said with a smile once they were on the concrete of the underground. "Lots of stuff."
Jupiter rolled her eyes, adjusting her bag on her shoulder as they dodged the few Muggles that were also traveling at night. She tried to ignore the stares that came along with her extremely visible scars. She felt like a freak. "Still, you'd think they'd come up with something less... terrifying. Broomsticks seem so much more practical."
Harry laughed. "You're just spoiled by magic, Jo."
She scoffed as they turned into a small coffee shop. "Maybe. But I prefer being spoiled if it means avoiding death by high-speed metal tube."
Jupiter sat down at a corner table, grateful to be off her feet. Harry followed, setting his bag on the floor and sitting across from her. He had that same easygoing grin on his face, like the near-death experience on the tube was nothing but a minor inconvenience. Jupiter gave him a playful glare.
