"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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"He pins you down on the carpet, makes paintings with his tongue."
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For the rest of the week's Potions lessons, Harry continued to follow the Half-Blood Prince's instructions wherever they deviated from Libatius Borage's, with the result that by their fourth lesson Slughorn was raving about Harry's abilities, saying that he had rarely taught anyone so talented.
Neither Ron nor Hermione was delighted by this, but Jupiter found it especially irritating. She was now competing with Hermione for second place, and it fueled her with a rage she had never known.
Harry had offered them all to share the book, and while Hermione outright refused, Ron accepted gratefully, though he couldn't decipher the small, scratchy handwriting. Jupiter accepted but on the term that she got only help when asked for. This usually happened near the end of a lesson in order to scrape her potion to the almost-peak of perfection.
"I'm going to destroy that book," Jupiter muttered, glaring at Harry as he flipped aimlessly through the 'Half-Blood Prince''s book. They were sat in the common room on Saturday evening along with Ron and Hermione.
"You mean after you've read the entire thing so you can be better than me at Potions?" Harry smiled, finally shutting it and laying it extremely carefully down on the sofa like it was an infant.
"I am better than you at Potions," Jupiter scoffed, crossing her arms as she leaned back against the arm rest of her sofa, her legs resting across Harry's lap. "You just have a cheat code."
"Same thing," Harry shrugged, checking his watch. He moved Jupiter's legs off of him less carefully than he did to the book and stood up. "It's five to eight, I'd better go, I'll be late for Dumbledore. D'you have your diary?"
"I haven't written anything in it," Jupiter said, laying her legs on the couch again once Harry was out of the way. "I've got nothing to write."
"Are you lying?" Harry asked, his green eyes gazing at her, the crackling fire reflecting off of them as he looked down.
"Why would you think I'd lie?" Jupiter scoffed, biting back a smile. "I never lie. That's all you."
"Afraid not," Harry grinned as held his left hand up proudly, showing off his scars from Umbridge's detentions. "I must not tell lies, remember?"
