"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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"True growth doesn't come from avoiding challenges, but from facing them with courage."
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"You two look terrible," was Ron's greeting as Harry and Jupiter entered the kitchen in the morning.
"Not for long," Harry said, yawning. Jupiter didn't respond, and simply swat at the back of Ron's neck as they passed him. They found Hermione downstairs with him. She was being served coffee and hot rolls by Kreacher and wearing the slightly manic expression that Jupiter associated with exam review.
"Robes," she said under her breath, acknowledging their presence with a nervous nod and continuing to poke at around in her beaded bag, "Polyjuice potion... Invisibility Cloak... Decoy Detonators... You should each take a couple just in case... Puking Pastilles, Nosebleed Nougat, Extendable Ears..."
They gulped down their breakfast, then set off upstairs, Kreacher bowing them out and promising to have a steak-and-kidney pie ready for them when they returned.
"Bless him," Ron said fondly, "and when you think I used to fantasize about cutting off his head and sticking it on the wall."
They made their way onto the front step with immense caution. They could see a couple of puffy-eyed Death Eaters watching the house from across the misty square.
After the usual brief spell of darkness and near suffocation that accompanied Apparation, Jupiter found herself in the tiny alleyway where the first phase of their plan was scheduled to take place. It was as yet deserted, except for a couple of large bins; the first ministry workers did not usually appear here until at least eight o'clock.
"Right then," Hermione said, checking her watch. "She ought to be here in about five minutes. When I've Stunned her — "
"Hermione, we know," Ron huffed sternly. "And I thought we were supposed to open the door before she got here?"
Hermione squealed. "I nearly forgot! Stand back — " She pointed her wand at the padlocked and heavily graffitied fire door beside them, which burst open with a crash. The dark corridor behind it led, as they knew from their careful scouting trips, into an empty theater. Hermione pulled the door back toward her, to make it look as though it was still closed. "And now," she said, turning back to face the other three in the alley way, "we put on the Cloak again — "
" — and we wait," Ron finished, throwing it over Hermione's head like a blanket over a birdcage.
Little more than a minute later, there was a tiny pop and a little witch with a knee-length skirt and navy clutch bag Apparated feet from them, looking absolutely pale in the face. "She's early," Jupiter mumbled; her victim was normally one of the last to arrive, and now, here she was. Jupiter's stunning spell hit her square in the back, forcing her straight down onto the concrete sidewalk.
