❝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 1
WHEN I WAS A CHILD, I USED TO DREAM OF ESCAPING HARTSHORN HOUSE. It was the only hope that I had. It was the only thing I saw in my dreams. I used to have this room, hidden in the library. I found it when I was six, and it was the only place I could feel safe in my home.
Theodora was unaware of it, or if she did know, she remained silent. I doubt she knew, because back then she wouldn't have kept quiet. She would've hurt me, because I was hidden from her. I felt protected, by the books, and the paintings of the stars on the walls and ceiling.
Hartshorn House belonged to my mother's mother, and hers before that. A home passed down for generations. Theodora doesn't have any siblings, but her mother did. I don't know my grandmother, nor her sister. But her sister was the mother of Professor Snape, Theodora's cousin. I don't know much about my mother's side of the family, but I used to dream that the stars were painted by siblings. As an act to escape their world, together.
I was alone, I haven't got any siblings. I wanted them though. I wanted a little sister, or a little brother. It didn't matter to me. But they would understand me. Seeing the Weasley family made me realise how deeply alone I was. I was trapped, petrified of being hurt by my mother's hand. But I grew stronger in time, and fought back. I've started fighting back now. And I will never stop.
My eyes slowly awaken and a throbbing pain is overwhelming my body. I'm trying to sit up, but this agony in my throat is forbidding me. I raise a shaking hand to touch my throat. Fabric greets me. A bandage. My eyes widen slightly and I try to stand up, only to fall face first onto the wooden floor.
I let out a groan and the throbbing in my mind grows. My ears rings and the air has been knocked from my lungs. I dig my palms into the floor as my forehead does the same. Blood drips from my lips and I cough. I can't push myself up. I can hear the sound of a door opening and arms hook under my armpits to lift me up.
I'm placed onto a lap, and I breathe heavily. My vision starts to clear and I stare up at Harry. "Jupiter..." he whispers out softly, making sure his words aren't loud enough to hurt. He stares at me with wide eyes whilst he holds me in his arms. "Don't try to move, are you hurting anywhere?" He asks me and I shake my head 'no'. He can tell that I'm lying. "M-My wand. Could you- pass me my wand." My voice is scratchy and it burns to speak.
Harry reaches onto the beside table and hand it to me. I feel the acacia wood in my hands and point it at my throat, mumbling a spell under my breath. I continue to breathe heavily, and my pain starts to vanish. Harry keeps me in his arms and I let out an exhale of relief. Harry doesn't hesitate to wrap his arms around me and hold me tightly.
"Jupe!" I wrap my arms around him equally as tight. "You're alright!" His arms are wrapped around my waist and he clings into me tightly. He's trembling. "You're okay... you're okay." He repeats the words, as if to convince himself. Only now do I remember he had to hear my screams of torture, and see me bleed out on the wet sand.
He twists his trembling fingers through my hair. "Don't you ever do that again. I can't see you like that.. never again." I've lost count how many times he's seen me injured and half-dead. He's terrified of losing me. "You won't, Harry." I don't know if my words are the truth, and I doubt that they are. But for his sake, I hope they are.
"I can't lose you, Jupiter." His head is in the crook of my neck. "I love you, please, don't get yourself killed trying to save me." I hold him tightly in my arms. He's on the verge of sobbing. "I won't, Harry. I promise I won't." I gently stroke my hand over his hair and he trembles in my arms.
"I've only now got you back, Jupe. I won't lose you again." I can tell his sadness is turning into anger and I move him from me, placing my hands on my cheeks. "You don't need to worry, okay? I'm not going anywhere." I stare deep into his green eyes and Harry joins his lips with mine.
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Harry's arm rests around my waist as he helps me walk down the stairs. I've told him there's no need, but he insists. He's told me about their plan to break into Gringotts, and what he doesn't know is that I'm going to join them. Harry takes my weight as we make it past the final step. Eyes turn to face us and Hermione rushes up to me, wrapping her arms around me.
"Oh my goodness! Jupiter, are you alright?!" She calls out and holds me tightly. I nod my head and she slowly lets go. "I'm okay, how are you?" My eyes fall to her forearm and she pulls her jacket further down to cover it. "I'll be fine, Jupiter. It's you I'm worried about." She scans her eyes all over me. "I'm okay, truly. I healed myself." We move into the living room, Harry still holding my weight.
"I'm coming with you when you go to Gringotts." They all go to speak but I stop them. "I can play the part of Bellatrix. It's easier for me to morph myself to be her instead of using Polyjuice potion. And I'm not letting you go along." My head lifts to look at Harry and he stares down at me. He doesn't want me to go with them, but he knows I'm their best chance at getting in.
He nods his head and I move over to a mirror located in the hallway, morphing my appearance to look like the woman who murdered my father.
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A/N- quick chapter because next chapter is super long.
