"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...
this chapter is dedicated to drowningforreggie , who could probably feel me writing about Regulus' death in her bones. also she's probably going to kill me for the water themed quote
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"Grief is like a river, it ebbs and flows, but the water is never gone."
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Jupiter woke on the sofa, expecting to feel Harry's weight on her like a security blanket like she had when she had fallen asleep, but there was nothing. She sat up, her hand instantly moving to her wand that rested on the arm. Ron and Hermione were still asleep on the floor together; Hermione's sleeping bag was left abandoned.
The absence of Harry left a hollow pit in Jupiter's chest, a flicker of unease sparking in her stomach. She gripped her wand tighter, rising quietly so as not to disturb Ron and Hermione. The room was dim, lit only by the faint glow of the embers in the fireplace, but she didn't need much light to know that Harry wasn't there.
Her mind raced as she padded toward the door, careful to avoid the creaking floorboards. Where could he have gone? He wouldn't just leave her—not after last night.
The house was silent, save for the faint groans of the old wood settling. Jupiter moved cautiously through the hallway, her ears straining for any sound. It wasn't until she reached the stairs that she heard it—a faint creak coming from above.
Her heart pounded as she ascended, each step deliberate. The closer she got, the more her stomach churned, the unease growing stronger. She paused outside her fathers' bedroom, the door cracked just enough for her to see the flicker of light inside.
Pushing the door open slowly, she found Harry sitting cross-legged on the floor, a single candle flickering beside him. His back was to her, his head bowed as he sifted through a pile of old letters and photographs scattered before him. "What're you doing in here?"
Harry flinched at the sound of her voice, his shoulders tensing. "I didn't mean to wake you."
"You didn't," she said, lowering her wand as she shut the door behind her. "I thought you got kidnapped or abandoned me, but you didn't wake me."
Harry let out a weak chuckle, though it didn't reach his eyes. "Kidnapped? By who? Kreacher?"
Jupiter crossed the room and lowered herself to the floor beside him, her wand still in her hand as if she hadn't entirely dismissed the possibility of danger. Her eyes fell to the scattered items in front of him—old letters, photographs, and trinkets that looked like they'd been hidden away for years.
"No, by a Death Eater or something equally horrifying," she replied, her voice softer now. "But I guess I should've known better. You're too stubborn to go down without a fight."
