❝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 6
THE HALLWAY OF THIS HOUSE IS HAUNTING ME WITH MEMORIES. My mind is bombarded with the reminder that my father is dead, that he is truly gone. In the middle of the hallway stands a silhouette of a man in dust. The figure turns around and standing opposite me is Dumbledore, who I murdered in cold blood.
He reaches out a hand and rushes towards me, but vanishes as dust falls to the ground. I step over the pile of dust, looking down at it for a moment before making my way deeper into the house. My knuckles have turned white from gripping my wand so tight. The three behind me remain frozen in fear.
"It's a defence. You can relax." I can hear banging coming from somewhere in the house and I from, walking towards it. I cast a spell to reveal anything hidden but there's nothing here. We're alone.
My eyes move to lock on the wallpaper of the drawing room. I stiffen for a moment, turning on my heel and walking inside of it. My eyes lock on the image of my face stitched into the tapestry before they move to look at the burnt out face of my dead father.
My eyes burn as I look at the tapestry and I walk closer, raising a hand to gently touch it. I brush my fingers softly over the scorched fabric. He's gone. He's really gone. I mean, I knew he was gone, I saw him get killed by Bellatrix. But it's been a year now, he's not coming back.
A year. I've been a death eater for a year. Huh, only that long and I've managed to deceive the greatest wizard of all time? Impressive. But not for him, it makes him an idiot. But you can kill an idiot. I drop my hand from the tapestry and my eyes move to look at myself.
I close my eyes, staring through the eyes of the me that remains at The Dark Lord's side. She's tricked him. She's intelligent, but she's me so of course she is. Footsteps approach me and I keep my eyes on the family tree, my family tree.
The footsteps stop, behind me slightly. "Do you miss him?" Hermione's voice asks me and I lower my eyes to my hands, to the ring placed on my finger as a birthday present from my father. "Every day." I swallow and look back up at the portrait.
My eyes are filled with disgust. "I think he's watching over me, that he's seen the person I've become. I think he's disappointed in me, but he knew this was what had to happen. He knew when we found out The Dark Lord wanted me two years ago." I take a step away from the tapestry and stare at Hermione.
She's quiet. We both are. "If you want to yell at me, do it. Go ahead, say what you've been holding in all this time." My voice isn't snarky, or mean, it's genuine and honest. Hermione takes in a breath, blinking before she speaks.
"What do you mean wanted you? Why did the Dark Lord want you?" Hermione questions and I project a ghostlike version of myself from my skin. The ghost of me stands before Hermione, lowering her voice to a whisper. "Because I can do this." She whispers out before fading back into my skin.
