"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...
A/N aesflms is hosting a fanfiction awards called Armageddon! The link is on my discussion board as well! Please nominate Jupiter under the Harry Potter Fanfic category and any other category you'd like! Thank you for your support 💜💜💜
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"When someone does something wrong, don't forget all of the things they did right."
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"Nice party, isn't it?"
A Ravenclaw boy she assumed to be in seventh-year had approached her as she was filling a glass with butterbeer from the dispenser. She eyed him for a moment, quickly observing his eagerness to speak to her now that Harry had completely deserted her to go chase after Draco. Hermione was nowhere to be seen, assumingly hiding from McLaggen in the crowd somewhere, and although Jupiter knew that Ginny had been invited, she doubted the likelihood that she had actually came.
"I guess," Jupiter said, not fully facing the boy as she spoke and leaned against the table. She was entirely used to strangers approaching her now, whethet it was younger students asking what had happened to her, or irritating boys who didn't seem to care that she was scarred; they simply wanted to try and seduce Harry Potter's girlfriend.
The Ravenclaw boy didn't seem deterred by her lukewarm response. He smiled, shifting his weight awkwardly from one foot to the other, clearly searching for a way to keep the conversation alive. "My name is-" he offered, sticking out his hand.
"I don't care," Jupiter interrupted, glancing down at his outstretched hand and denying it, crossing her free arm as she took a drink from her butterbeer. She looked around the room again, desperately trying to catch sight of anyone she'd know. Her eyes landed on McLaggen, who was gleefully boasting about something to a group of fourth years across the room, and for a moment, she considered approaching him as an excuse to leave her current conversation.
"Well... I know who you are," he said undeterred, his smile widening. "You're kind of hard to miss."
She raised an eyebrow at that, crossing her arms as her grip tightened slightly on the glass of butterbeer. "What's that supposed to mean?"
He seemed to flinch under her gaze, as if realizing he might've said the wrong thing. "I just mean—you're, uh, dating with Harry Potter, right? And you're... well, you're not like anyone else cause of your..." His voice trailed off as he gestured vaguely at her.
"You're a real charmer, aren't you?" She laughed, her eyes finally catching sight of Harry, who was pushing his way through the crowd and searching for her. Jupiter handed her glass to the boy, not giving him a chance to object before she walked away from him.
