❝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 2
THE REFLECTION WHICH STARES BACK AT ME IS NOT MY OWN. It's a monster's. The woman who killed my father is staring back at me through the mirror. Her face a mask over my own and her brown eyes are haunting through me. My clothes change colour and grow into a long black dress. I look like a monster.
"Here— take this." I get handed her wand and I hold it, staring down it. I can hear small whispers radiating from the wood and into my ears. It hasn't chosen me. It will be dangerous to use. I grab my wand and stare back and Bellatrix's, memorising it. I project my wand to look like hers and pass the original wand back. "No need." I turn around to face the three, each of them stunned by how accurate my disguise is.
Even my voice sounds like hers. "You look hideous." Ron calls out to me. "Thanks, that means I've done it right." I say and Harry's eyes fall on me again. "Are you sure about this?" He asks me and I nod my head. "I'm not going to let you go alone." His eyes remain on my face before he nods. "I'll go get the Goblin." Harry goes back up the stairs.
"We can't go without disguises." Hermione says and moves away for a moment before returning with a potion. She hands it to Ron who drinks it. His appearance morphs and changes. Hermione drinks a potion and her appearance changes too. The three of us make our way outside where Harry and Griphook meets us.
I spot the sword of Gryffindor in his hand instantly. My eyes coldly look at it. What did Harry bargain for his help? Hermione passes me her bag and I hold it. "You can give that to Jupiter to hold, all right, Griphook?" I crouch down and open the bag, watching the sword slip inside easily. The wind blows through my fake long curly hair and I move back over to my friends.
We place our hands on top of each other, before looking back at the Goblin. "We're relying on you Griphook. If you get us past the guards and into the vault, the sword's yours." He makes his way over to us and places his hand on top of our stacked ones.
We disappear in an instant and reappear in an alleyway. I instantly begin acting like Bellatrix. A man looks at me. "Madam Lestrange." I sway my steps and I walk towards him, lifting my wand to taunt him slightly. I let out a laugh as he continues to walk quickly. I step backwards and turn to the group who hides. "We should go now." They nod and Harry covers him and Griphook with the invisibility cloak.
The disguised Hermione and Ron follow behind me, posing as Death Eaters and I make my way towards Gringotts. I know how Bellatrix acts, and I know that no one can tell that I'm not her.
The Goblin's look up as I sway into the bank. My strides are confident, and mimic my cousin's exactly. Once I get to the Goblin at the end, he doesn't look up. "Excuse me!" I shout out, my voice an exact replica. "How dare you not acknowledge me!" The Goblin looks up at me. "Madam Lestrange, what can I do for you?" I step even closer to him.
