"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...
all chapter titles for act five are released in the act synopsis 🥰
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"Be with someone who will take care of your soul, your well being, your heart, and everything that's you."
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On the first day of September there were more people lurking in the square than ever before. Half a dozen men in long cloaks stood silent and watchful, gazing as ever at houses eleven and thirteen, but the thing for which they were waiting still appeared elusive.
"I've got news and you won't like it," Harry called from the front hall as the sound of Dumbledore's ghost faded away. He stepped into the kitchen, which was almost unrecognizable nowadays. Every surface now shone; copper pots and pans had been burnished to a rosy glow; the wooden tabletop gleamed; the goblets and plates already laid for dinner glinted in the light from a merrily blazing fire, on which a cauldron was simmering. Nothing in the room, however, was more dramatically different than the house-elf who now came hurrying toward Harry, dressed in a snowy-white towel, his ear hair as clean and fluffy as cotton wool, Regulus's locket bouncing on his thin chest.
"Shoes off, if you please, Mister Harry, and hands washed before dinner," croaked Kreacher, seizing the Invisibility Cloak off of Harry's arm and slouching off to hang it on a hook on the wall, beside a number of old-fashioned robes that had been freshly laundered.
"What's happened?" Ron asked apprehensively. He, Jupiter and Hermione had been poring over a sheaf of scribbled notes and hand, drawn maps that littered the end of the long kitchen table, but now they watched Harry as he strode toward them and threw down the newspaper on top of their scattered parchment before he sat beside Jupiter.
A large picture of a familiar, hook-nosed, black-haired man stared up at them all, beneath a headline that read: 'SEVERUS SNAPE CONFIRMED AS HOGWARTS HEADMASTER'
Hermione was quickest; she snatched up the newspaper and began to read the accompanying story out loud. "'Severus Snape, long-standing Potions master at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, was today appointed headmaster in the most important of several staffing changes at the ancient school. Following the resignation of the previous Muggle Studies teacher, Alecto Carrow will take over the post while her brother, Amycus, fills the position of Defense Against the Dark Arts professor. "'I welcome the opportunity to uphold our finest Wizarding traditions and values — Like committing murder and cutting off people's ears, I suppose! Snape, headmaster! Snape in Dumbledore's study — Merlin's pants!" she shrieked, making other three jump. She leapt up from the table and hurtled from the room shouting as she went, "I'll be back in a minute!"
"'Merlin's pants' ?" Ron snickered, looking incredibly amused. "She must be upset." He pulled the newspaper toward him and perused the article about Snape. "The other teachers won't stand for this. McGonagall and Flitwick and Sprout all know the truth, they know how Dumbledore died. They won't accept Snape as headmaster. And who are these Carrows?"
