❝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 2
I LEAN AGAINST THE WALL AS I WATCH MOODY SPEAK. No one is looking at me, they're all refusing to. And I know, if a certain someone takes even a glance at me — I will be lying on the floor in a pool of blood. I don't blame him if he does that, I deserve it actually. I deserve to pay for all of the things I've done, but not yet. Not until The Dark Lord is dead, then my fate will be decided.
Tonks does take a glance at me, her eyes are filled with sadness. I notice her hair isn't purple anymore. Her hand is resting over her stomach, I frown slightly, lifting my gaze to her face. I motion my eyes back to her stomach and Tonks nods her head. She's pregnant. I give her a small smile and she gives me one in return.
Despite all that's happened, all that I've done, we're still cousins. And I care about her. "Potter... Black.. you're underage, which means you've still got the trace on you." The mention of my name makes Harry stiffen and my eyes move to look at him.
"What's the trace?" Harry questions. "Why, if you sneeze, the ministry will know who wipes your nose. The point is we have to use those means of transport the trace can't detect— brooms, Thestrals, and the like. We go in pairs." I'll be on my own, and that's okay.
"That way if anyone out there waiting for us—" I join in. "They are." Moody tips his chin at my words. He knows there's a spy, he just needs to figure out who. "They won't know which Harry Potter is the real one." I smirk slightly at the words. "The real one?" Harry questions and moody pulls out a bottle from his pocket, the same one Barty Crouch JR used for his Pollyjuice Potion.
"I believe you're familiar with this particular brew." Moody smirks and the lid flips open. "No. Absolutely not." Harry says and I let out a sigh. "I told you he'd take it well." Hermione chimes in. "If you think I'm gonna let everyone risk their lives for me-" I cut the boy off with an eye roll.
"It isn't just about you, anymore. It's about all of us, it's about stopping the Dark Lord. And you are the key, you are the chosen one. You're the one who will stop him." Everyone is quiet at my words, and only now they look at me.
"Black's right. Everyone here is of age, besides you both, they've all agreed to do this." Moody says to everyone and the traitor takes a step forward. I bite my tongue, if I keep my mouth shut, he'll get what he deserves. Probably by the other me.
"Technically, I've been coerced. Mundungus Fletcher, Mr Potter. Always been a huge admirer." I'll remember that name. "Nip it, Mundungus!" Moody snaps out before his eyes move to Hermione. "All right, Granger, as discussed." She rips out some hair from Harry's head and walks towards Moody.
She drops it into the flask and moody swishes it around. "For those of you who haven't tasted Pollyjuice Potion before fair warning— it tastes like goblin piss." And how would he know that? I move away from everyone and go to look out of the window. "Jupiter, why are you helping us?" Tonks move to stand beside me and I keep my eyes on the dark sky.
