"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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"Life can only be understood backwards, but it must move forwards."
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Jupiter froze mid-spin, her heart plummeting as a brilliant silver lynx materialized in the center of the tent, its glowing form unmistakable as Kingsley Shacklebolt's Patronus. The crowd erupted into chaos, chairs scraping against the ground, voices rising in alarm.
Harry's grip on her hand tightened as he pulled her closer, his eyes darting around the marquee. "We have to go," he said urgently, his voice steady despite the panic rippling through the crowd.
Jupiter nodded, her earlier warmth replaced by a cold dread that settled deep in her stomach. "Ron and Hermione—" she started, her voice trembling.
"We'll find them," Harry promised, his jaw set. "Stay with me."
She didn't need to be told twice. Together, they pushed through the throng of frightened guests, searching for their friends, their hands locked in a hold that could shatter their bones with one squeeze.
As they pushed their way across the dance floor, Jupiter sawcloaked and masked figures appearing in the crowd; then out of the corner of her eye, she saw her fathers,,their wands raised, and heard both of them shout, "Protego!", a cry that was echoed on all sides .
And then Ron and Hermione were there, clinging onto each other tightly. Ron caught hold of Harry's free arm, and Jupiter felt herself turn on the spot; sight and sound were extinguished as darkness pressed in upon him; all she could feel was Harry's hand as they was squeezed through space and time, away from the Burrow, away from the descending Death Eaters, away, perhaps, from Voldemort himself.
"Where are we?" Ron's asked the minute the world stopped spinning. They were on a busy street, surrounded by Muggles.
"Tottenham Court Road," Hermione panted. "Walk, just walk, we need to find somewhere for you to change."
They half walked, half ran up the wide dark street thronged with late-night revelers and lined with closed shops, stars twinkling above them. A double-decker bus rumbled by and a group of merry pub-goers ogled them as they passed; Harry and Ron were still wearing dress robes.
"Hermione, we haven't got anything to change into," Ron told her, as a young woman burst into raucous giggles at the sight of him.
"We've got that figured out," Jupiter said, tightening her grip on Harry's hand, her eyes lingering on the women.
"Why didn't I make sure I had the Invisibility Cloak with me?" Harry huffed, cursing his own stupidity. "All last year I kept it on me and — "
"It's okay, I've got the Cloak," Hermione said, "Just try and act naturally until — this will do." She led them down a side street, then into the shelter of a shadowy alleyway.
