"𝙨𝙝𝙚 𝙞𝙨 𝙗𝙚𝙖𝙪𝙩𝙞𝙛𝙪𝙡 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙨𝙝𝙚 𝙞𝙨 𝙞𝙣 𝙖𝙜𝙤𝙣𝙮"
-
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...
Oops! This image does not follow our content guidelines. To continue publishing, please remove it or upload a different image.
"Strength isn't about never slowing down; it's about rising every time life asks you to."
───── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ─────
"You're sure you want to do this?" Remus asked, brushing fictitious dust off of her leather jacket that she had stolen from Sirius' closet. "You've only just became of age—"
"I turned seventeen in November, Dad," Jupiter smiled, grabbing his wrist and pulling it off of her. "I've done way worse before that."
"Oh, I know," Remus sighed, his hands moving to his pockets as he pursed his lips.
"Lay off, Moony," Sirius laughed, coming up from behind him and placing a gentle hand on his shoulder. "She'll be fine! Honestly, what I'm more worried about, is how she reacts to turning into Harry..."
"Now, that is what I'm truly afraid of," Jupiter joked. "I never want to drink Polyjuice Potion again. It was quite dreadful, honestly..."
Sirius snorted. "Exactly, it's awful— wait, how d'you know that?"
"How do you?" Jupiter asked, quickly turning the focus back onto him as she tilted her head.
"Lay off, Padfoot," Remus mocked, a small smirk pulling at the corner of his lips. "We'd best be off before Mad-Eye comes banging at our doorstep. You alright to Apparate, Jupiter? We don't need to take the bus, do we?"
"I'm okay," she nodded, slinging her bag over her shoulder and grabbing her broomstick. Jupiter took a deep breath and glanced around the small sitting room that had been her home for the past few years. The warmth of the fireplace, the worn-out couch that she and Sirius had spent countless nights bickering over, and the faint scent of tea and parchment that always lingered in the air—it all felt heavier now, like she was leaving a piece of herself behind. Even her parents weren't coming back after this; they were being relocated to a more secret house, where Snape didn't have access to. She swallowed hard, forcing a smile to her lips. "I'm ready," she said firmly, though her voice wavered slightly.
Before they could respond or question her sureness, she turned on the spot and Disapparated, the familiar pull of magic taking her away. As she landed in the grassy back yard behind Number Four Privet Drive, she saw the rest of the Order Apparating around her.
"Wotcher, Jove!" Tonks' bright voice called out just as things stopped spinning.
Jupiter turned toward Tonks, who was grinning at her with her usual energy, her bright blue hair standing out against the tall hedges that shielded them from the sight of Muggles. Despite everything, Tonks' cheerfulness was infectious, and Jupiter couldn't help but smile back.
"Wotcher, Tonks," Jupiter said, adjusting the strap of her bag on her shoulder. "Change your hair again?"
"Always," Tonks replied with a wink, stepping closer. "But blimey, Jove, you can't talk, can you?" She quickly ran a hand through Jupiter's hair, which had been cut to just below her jaw. "Cutting your hair and nicking Sirius' jacket, are we? I think I like this rebellious streak of yours."
