❝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 8
MY STOMACH ACHES AS I SLOWLY SIT UP. A blanket slides off my body and reveals the bandages which wrap around my stomach. My ears are ringing and I reach around for my wand. I find it placed beside me and I grab it, holding it over my wound and cast a healing spell.
I undo the bandage to look at my skin. The pain has vanished, along with any trace of my wounds. Beside me lays a pile of folded clothes and I change into them, neatly folding my bloody clothes. I make my way out of the fabric room and get to a main area in which seems to be a tent.
I hear snoring and glance towards it, seeing Ron sleeping. Harry is standing by a table, looking down at parchment opposite him. It's the map. "Who are you looking for?" I ask Harry, leaning against a pillar of wood which keeps the tent upright. He glances at me and closes the parchment.
"No one." He stuffs it in his pocket. I let out a sigh, he doesn't trust me. "You know, you will have to talk to me at some point." I call out to him, moving closer to him. "Not now." He turns around but I grab his wrist gently. My chest is aching and he's silent. Silence is even worse than yelling. "Please talk to me." He flings me off him.
"Yell, scream at me, tell me you hate me and want me dead- anything. Anything is better than silence." I swallow harshly after finishing. He inhales deeply and I can see the fire burning in his eyes. "Why'd you do it?" His words are daggers which cut into me. I swallow again.
"Dumbledore wanted me too." He scoffs at my words. "You murdered him!" He yells out at me. "It's what's I had to do." I'm not yelling back, I'm not angry at him. "I didn't have a choice-" he cuts me off. "Everyone has a choice!" He shouts, his eyes wild and rage filled.
"I didn't! I had to do it to gain The Dark Lord's trust! Everything I've done was to become his second in command, his most trusted, because I'm a spy. I'm Dumbledore's spy- his weapon because he knows that I can destroy the dark lord. I have done something that no one else could, because The Dark Lord wanted me!"
"He trusts me now! And I can kill him, it's what I have to do. Everything I've done has been for this, has been for me to kill him. It's what always had to happen. I'm prophesied to determine which side of the war will win. And the only way to do that is for me to kill the Dark Lord. I'm prophesied to do this, Dumbledore knew which is why he had me kill him. He knew it was the only way Voldemort would truly trust me."
Harry is silent, but he's still angry. He doesn't believe me. "You think I wanted to do this?" I call out in disbelief. But I can see it in his eyes that my words are true. "You think that I wanted to become a murder? I never wanted this! Believe me. But I had to do it, because I was the only one who could. If you really think that I wanted to do this, then you never knew me at all, did you?" Harry turns on his heels and storms outside of the tent.
