❝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...
Oops! This image does not follow our content guidelines. To continue publishing, please remove it or upload a different image.
𝙲𝚑𝚊𝚙𝚝𝚎𝚛 7
I REMAIN WAITING IN THE KITCHEN, WAITING FOR KREACHER TO RETURN WITH THE TRAITOR. I'm aware of what the other me will do to him once I hand him to her. And I'll let her. I hear clattering and my eyes move to the door which opens. Kreacher is on Mundungus' back, covering his mouth with his hand.
The traitor tries to wriggle free but Kreacher doesn't let him go. Another house-elf hugs Mundungus' leg. Another door opens and someone walks in behind me. "Harry Potter... so long it's been!" The house elf says with a smile. Mundungus falls to the ground, knocking over a pile of pots and pans, causing them to fall on him. He tries to reach for his wand.
"Expelliarmus." I mumble out and his wand flies to my hand. "What you playing at?" The man pushes himself to stand. "Setting a pair of bleeding house elves onto me?" The house elf I don't recognise climbs onto the table to match my height.
"Dobby was only trying to help. Dobby saw Kreacher in Diagon Alley, which Dobby thought was curious, and then Dobby heard Kreacher mention Harry Potter's name, and a woman named Jupiter Black." My eyes move over to Kreacher. My eyes are wide and a cold look covers my face. Dobby gentle pushes Kreacher away from him. "I had to—" the house elf says before he's cut off by Dobby again.
"And then Dobby saw Kreacher talking with the thief Mundugus-" he gets cut off. "I'm no thief!" I apparate to stand infront of him. "There is no point in lying, Mundungus. I know you're a thief, and they know you're a traitor." He jumps back from my words, terror spiking in his eyes. "L-Listen, I panicked that night, all right?" I walk towards him, making him tremble and walk backwards. I don't say anything and yet he shakes in fear.
"Can I help it if Mad-Eye fell off his broom?" The man argues back, trembling before he falls to the ground. Ron walks into the room, and talks to the house elf politely for a moment. I point my wand at the traitor, my face stoic. "When you broke in here, you found a locket. Where is it now?" Greed burns in his eyes. I speak before he can.
"If you bother lying, you'll know what I'll do to you." He gulps at my words. Everyone's eyes remain on me. "Bleeding gave it away, didn't I? There I was, flogging me wares in Diagon Alley when some Ministry hag comes up and asks to see me license. Says she's a mind to lock me up. And would've done too, if she hadn't have taken a fancy to that locket."
"Who was the witch? What did she look like?" He shakes his head before frowning, his eyes moving to a newspaper on the floor. "Well, she's there." I look over at the paper. "Look, bleeding bow and all." It's Umbridge, of course it is. There's two women beside her, I suspect the only way to get the locket back would be to pose as one of them. It would be easy, I could get it done first thing tomorrow morning.
