"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...
i just wrote the ending... starting the epilogue now 😯
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"This race is a prophecy, run boy, run, and disappear inside the trees."
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Autumn rolled over the countryside as they moved through it. They were now pitching the tent on mulches of fallen leaves. Natural mists joined those cast by the dementors: wind and rain added to their troubles. The fact that Hermione was getting better at identifying edible fungi could not altogether compensate for their continuing isolation, the lack of other people's company, or their total ignorance of what was going on in the war against Voldemort.
"My mother," Ron said one night, as they sat in the tent on a riverbank in Wales, "can make good food appear out of thin air." He prodded moodily at the lumps of charred gray fish on his plate.
Jupiter glanced automatically at Ron's neck and saw, as she had expected, the golden chain of the Horcrux glinting there.
"Your mother can't produce food out of thin air," Hermione muttered. "No one can. Food is one of the first of five Principal Exceptions to Gamp's Law of Elemental Transfigur—"
"Oh, speak English, can't you?" Ron said, prying a fish bone out from between his teeth.
"It's impossible to make good food out of nothing! You can Summon it if you know where it is, you can transform it, you can increase the quantity if you've already got some — "
"Well, don't bother increasing this, it's disgusting," Ron scoffed.
"Harry caught the fish and I did my best with it! I notice I'm always the one who ends up sorting out the food, because I'm a girl, I suppose!"
"No, it's because you're supposed to be the best at magic!" shot Ron.
Hermione jumped up and bits of roast pike slid off her tin plate onto the floor.
"You can do the cooking tomorrow, Ron, you can find the ingredients and try and charm them into something worth eating, and I'll sit here and pull faces and moan and you can see how you — "
"Shut up!" Harry said, leaping to his feet and holding up both hands as Jupiter rubbed her eyes in exhaustion; there hadn't been a day where an argument between the four hadn't happened. "Shut up now!"
"How can you side with him, he hardly ever does the cook — "
"Hermione, be quiet, I can hear someone!" Harry hissed, capturing the attention of the whole group now. "You cast the Muffliato charm over us, right?"
"I did everything," she whispered, "Muffliato, Muggle-Repelling and Disillusionment Charms, all of it. They shouldn't be able to hear or see us, whoever they are."
