"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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"Healing is not always light, but rain grows flowers too."
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The forest around them was eerily quiet, the only sounds were Ron's ragged gasps and Jupiter's hurried, steady commands. Blood pooled beneath him, dark and sticky against the dirt. His face was pale and twisted in pain, his body convulsing as the splinching tore through his nervous system.
"Hermione get my Dittany!" Jupiter barked, her voice sharp as she rapidly tore his shirt away from the jagged, bleeding edges of Ron's arm where a great chunk of flesh was missing, scooped cleanly away as though by a knife.
Hermione fumbled in her bag, her fingers trembling as she dug past the chaos of their belongings. Finally, she pulled out the small, worn bottle, its red liquid sloshing inside. "Here!" she cried, thrusting it toward Jupiter.
Jupiter grabbed it without hesitation, uncorking the vial with her teeth as she kept her other hand pressed to the wound. She tilted the bottle carefully, allowing the thick, viscous drops of Dittany to fall directly onto the worst of the gashes. A faint hiss filled the air as the liquid met torn flesh, smoke curling up from the injury as the potion began to knit the tissues back together.
"Hold him down," Jupiter ordered, glancing up at Hermione, who gave a small whimper as she kneeled at Ron's side, holding his wrists down on the ground so he wouldn't be able to thrash at her.
Ron let out a strangled cry as the Dittany worked its magic, and Jupiter muttered soothing words under her breath. "Stay with me, Ron. I've got you," she said, her hands working swiftly, applying more Dittany to smaller cuts and gashes across his shoulder. The bleeding slowed, and the color began to return to Ron's face, though his breathing was still shallow and uneven.
"I need clean bandages," Jupiter said, her voice calm but urgent. "I don't trust my hands to be steady enough for the charm."
Harry had finally sat up from the grass and was already digging for a roll of fabric from her bag, which he quickly gave up on, used a summoning charm and passed it to her, his eyes wide as he stared at Ron. "What happened?" He asked frantically.
"Ron got splinched!" Hermione cried as Jupiter quickly wrapped the deepest wound, her hands moving with practiced precision. "As we Disapparated, Yaxley caught hold of me and I couldn't get rid of him, he was too strong, and he was still holding on when we arrived at Grimmauld Place, and then — well, I think he must have seen the door, and thought we were stopping there, so he slackened his grip and I managed to shake him off and I brought us here instead!"
"The skin's coming back," Jupiter said, more to herself than anyone else, but relief was evident in her tone. "Hermione, keep talking to him. Don't let him drift."
