❝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...
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𝙲𝚑𝚊𝚙𝚝𝚎𝚛 5
CLATTERING AND THE HISSING OF STEAM IS ALL I CAN FOCUS ON. Harry, Ron, and Hermione are discussing what to do, whilst I concentrate on the me in the back of my mind. The me who destroyed the wedding. I want to know what's happening next, so I can prepare.
"So, where do we go from here? The Leaky Cauldron?" Ron asks and I shake my head, tuning back into the conversation. "It's too dangerous. Nowhere is safe." The door of the cafe opens and my disguised eyes move to look at the two men who walk inside. I recognise them. They're Death Eaters.
They walk past us and go up to the counter. I slide my hand into my pocket, reaching for my wand. "We need to leave." I mumble under my breath and my chair skids against the floor as I push myself up. There will be a fight, and I'll need to make sure it doesn't happen.
A large transparent shield with a light blue hue escapes my body and acts as a barricade between us and the two Death Eaters. I cast spells at the two death eaters and they drop to the ground, unconscious. I let out a deep exhale and look around. The three's eyes remain on me, large and shocked.
Harry's green eyes move back to look at the two men. "They aren't dead, don't worry." I call out and move over to the door. "It's not safe here." I lock the door and use my wand to pull down the curtains. "Someone get the lights." The Muggle woman walks out and Hermione looks at her, "Go. Leave." She calls out at the woman runs away, ignoring the two bodies on the ground.
"This is Rowl, and Dolohov." I remove my disguise and look down at the two men. "They're weak compared to the others. They won't be hard to get rid of." I call out and step away from the fallen bodies. I keep my eyes on them.
"If you... kill them, they'll know we were here." Harry is refusing to meet my gaze, and his anger hasn't lessened. It's growing, he will snap at some point. I'm just anticipating it at this point. But he's biting his tongue. It's not the time to yell at me right now.
"Then, we'll have to wipe their memories." I say and turn to one of the men. I give Hermione a glance. "'Mione, you wipe the others'." She moves past me and I hold my wand out at the unconscious man. "Obliviate." The tip of my wand glows white for a moment before stopping.
I stand back up straight turning to the others. "We have to go." They nod their head and we rush out of the cafe. My skin flickers over into a random disguise. "How is it they were able to find us?" Ron calls out and I focus on the other me in my mind. There's something she wasn't informed of. "Maybe you've still got the trace on you?" Hermione questions.
"The trace breaks at seventeen. Wizarding Law." Harry's eyes move to me after Ron speaks. "You're still sixteen." It's my birthday in a few days. I shake my head at his words, he thinks they found us because of me. "That's not it. I'd know if they were tracking me." They wouldn't anyway, because they think I'm with them.
Hermione lets out a gasp. "Oh no. We didn't celebrate your birthday." Oh right, I completely forgot it was Harry's birthday today. "Ginny and I... we prepared a cake. We were going to bring it out at the end of the wedding." I keep searching through the memories of the other me, looking for anything I've missed.
"Look, Hermione, I appreciate the thought but, really, given the fact that we could've been killed by a couple of Death Eaters a few minutes ago..." Harry glances around us and Hermione nods. We're still in the open and need to leave.
"Right. Perspective." She sighs deeply. I take a glance at the three before going into an alleyway. I hold out my arm and they look at it. "I'll take us somewhere safe." I haven't been there in over a year, but it's the only safe place at the moment. Hermione gently places her hand on my forearm, and Ron the same.
I move my eyes to Harry. "Do you want to get caught and tortured?" I question, snarkily. But that's what will happen if we do not move now. "If not, just grab onto my damn arm." He does what I say and I apparate them all with me. It's highly dangerous, of course. But the safest thing at the moment.
We appear on the main road and I can hear the sound of bricks being moved before my eyes lock on the house which reveals itself. I'm left with the memory of my dead father scarring my mind.
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A/N- sorry it's short, chapters will be getting longer again soon.
