"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...
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"No good deed goes unpunished."
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"I didn't know we were having company, Draco," Bellatrix sneered, her wand moving seemlessly between her pale, bony fingers as she grinned menacingly at Jupiter, the clump of death eaters forming ominously behind her like a cloak of darkness as they spilled out from the cabinet. "Can't say I'm disappointed, though..." Bellatrix stepped closer to Jupiter, sticking her wand underneath her chin, forcing Jupiter to look up at the cold woman. "Such a waste... you should feel lucky that I'm not allowed to touch you..."
"Why not?" Jupiter asked, fighting back the shake in her voice as she attempted to stand taller, not wanting to appear vulnerable in front of the small army in front of her. "What's he want from me?"
Bellatrix let out a small laugh and withdrew her wand. "If only I knew," she said, returning back to her posse of sickly-looking death eaters. "It's not meant for these ears, I suppose." She forced a pout, sticking her bottom lip out dramatically.
"Or maybe Riddle just doesn't care about you enough," Jupiter shrugged, meeting Bellatrix's eyes with full intent. "He doesn't even care enough to be here."
Her words, however insignificant as they were, touched a particularly strong nerve with the death eaters, each of them drawing their wands or growling like a— like a wolf.
"No!"
Draco had stepped forward, finally drawing attention to himself as he glared at a figure in the back of the crowd. "I didn't invite him!"
The figures surrounding the man parted ever so slightly, opening a window perfectly-sized enough for Jupiter to make out the eerily familiar face of Fenrir Greyback. The scars that lined her skin prickled with fire as she stared into the grey eyes of the beast.
"I told you that I didn't want him here!" Draco yelled louder, his voice turning frantic as his eyes quickly darted over to Jupiter, then back to his aunt. "He did that to her, and he'll do it to anyone here!"
"Oh, Draco," Bellatrix scoffed, placing a hand on Draco's cheek, which he quickly shook off. "We're only here for one person, you know that," she tutted, patting his cheek before turning away from him and refocusing on Jupiter. "Stay here, and you won't get hurt, yes?"
Jupiter didn't speak, her lips were frozen shut as she took a hollow, shaking breath. She couldn't pull her focus away from the werewolf in front of her, who was watching her like a hawk about to swoop at its prey. She had decided that he held no power over her, but seeing him in the flesh was a new kind of torture.
"She will," Draco said, shoving her shoulder just enough to snap her out of her trance. The touch was desperate, almost pleading. Jupiter blinked, her chest heaving as her eyes darted between him and the group of Death Eaters. The looming presence of Greyback made her stomach twist, and the heat of her scars seemed to intensify with every second he stared at her.
