❝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 11
I HOLD A BOOK IN MY HANDS, PEACEFULLY READING ABOUT COMPLEX POTIONS AS I LEAN AGAINST A TREE. Even though I'm no longer in school, I still wish to learn new things. Snow gently falls down on me and I look up, watching as snowflakes fall from the sky.
I push in my bookmark and close the book, not to damage the pages. I shove it under my cardigan and push myself to stand. I make my way back inside of the tent, and find Hermione curled up in a blanket near a fire. She seems exhausted, physically and mentally. She hasn't taken Ron being gone very well.
I move over to her, placing my book on the table. I grab another blanket and wrap it around her. She gives me a small, and exhausted smile. I sit myself down beside her and she rests her head on my shoulder, taking my hands. She's closed her eyes. She doesn't say anything, but I can tell she's dosing off.
"Let's get you to bed." I say and morph my arms to carry her. I gently hold her and push open one of the door with my hip and place her on the bed. She gently reaches for my hand and I frown at her slightly. She moves over, and I make my way beside her. Hermione turns to face me, taking both of my hands.
"I forgive you, Jupe." She murmurs out and I swallow at her words. "I should've done it a long time ago. None of it was your fault, and you shouldn't have gone through it alone." Her words are making my chest ache and burn. I nod my head, swallowing again but it makes my throat hurt. "Thank you, 'Mione." She gives me a small smile and I can tell she's fighting to keep her eyes open.
Her eyes fall closed and she drifts asleep. My own eyes feel tired and I feel myself drift off also, sleep welcoming me with open arms.
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I flinch myself awake and groggily look around. My eyes are squinted, still exhausted. I yawn and cover my mouth, hearing snoring coming from beside me. I turn my head and see Hermione there, holding my hand. I give a small smile, and carefully untangle our fingers. I walk out of the room quietly and into the living room.
Harry isn't here. I frown, looking around. I grab my wand and make my way outside but he isn't here either. "Harry?" I ask before growing my ears to listen for him. I can hear a slight commotion a couple of meters away and the sound of ice being broken. I grip my wand tightly, walking towards the noise.
I push trees from my path and hold my wand out opposite me. I can see a figure breathing heavily on the ground and another standing opposite him. The moonlight reveals their faces along with my own and I spot Harry lying on the floor, only in his pants. He's dripping wet. "Harry! Are you alright?!" I rush over and kneel on the ground, checking over his face.
He's slightly blue with a mark digging into his throat. Harry shakes his head and I accio a towel to my hands, placing it around him. "Come back to the tent, you're freezing." I spot Ron standing above us with a sword in his hands. I freeze slightly, my eyes moving to it instantly. It's the sword of Godric Gryffindor. My eyes fall to the locket wrapped around Harry's neck and I take it from around him carefully.
"You found it." I mumble staring at the sword. "It was in the lake." Harry pants out and I lift my gaze to look at Ron, feeling the Horcrux in my hand. "We need to destroy this." Ron nods and hold out the sword to me. I take it and place the locket down on the ground. "I'll need to speak to it for it open." I nod my head at Harry, averting my gaze as he dresses himself.
I hold the sword in my hand tightly, my gaze on the locket. I calm myself, letting out exhales as I twist the sword in my grip. "Ready?" Harry looks at me and I nod my head, keeping my eyes low. He speaks in Parseltongue and the locket opens before an explosion of darkness knocks me backwards. A black cloud stands opposite me, and I shove myself to stand. I can't see the locket anymore, but it's there, this is a defence.
"I know your mind, Jupiter Black. And I know your heart." It's the Dark Lord's voice. But he isn't really here. I squint my eyes, move closer to the dark magic. I can taste its iron on my tongue. I've raised the sword into the air, using the dark presence to locate the Horcrux.
"Tortured, after protecting the boy you love, who prefers your friend-" I grip the sword and slam it down. I know his words are a lie, I know how Harry feels and I don't doubt him. "Oh shut up you ugly old fart!" The sword slams down on the locket and the dark cloud disappears.
I let out shaking breaths and my wild hair slowly returns to normal. The boys stare at me and I straighten my posture, brushing my dark hair from my face. The sword is still in my hands. One more Horcrux destroyed. I can tell it's affected him, the other me can see it. He's falling, gripping onto a table as he almost collapses before letting out a scream.
I take pride in knowing that I've harmed the Dark Lord. "Just think, only three to go." Ron calls out, staring at me with wide eyes. I twist the sword in my hand, looking at it for a moment. The moonlight shines down on me and wind blows through my hair. "We should get back, it's late." The stars aren't out tonight.
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A/N- sorry I've been inactive, I've been really low mentally and feeling a lot like Jupiter in HBP, but I'm back now. This isn't edited.
