"𝙨𝙝𝙚 𝙞𝙨 𝙗𝙚𝙖𝙪𝙩𝙞𝙛𝙪𝙡 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙨𝙝𝙚 𝙞𝙨 𝙞𝙣 𝙖𝙜𝙤𝙣𝙮"
-
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...
Oops! This image does not follow our content guidelines. To continue publishing, please remove it or upload a different image.
"I'm thrown into the gunfire of empty bullets and my blood is all I see as you steal my soul away from me."
───── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ─────
-HARRY-
"Harry!" Hermione's scream shattered the silence as she burst into the tent, her soaked hair plastered to her face and her hands trembling uncontrollably. Her wide, frantic eyes locked on his, and Harry immediately knew something was horribly wrong.
"What happened?" he demanded, standing up so quickly he nearly overturned his chair. His heart was still pounding from the argument, from the ache of Ron's words, but Hermione's panic made his blood turn cold.
"Jove—" Hermione gasped, her voice strangled with fear as she tried to catch her breath. "She—she ran after him with me. We were outside the enchantments, and—and someone took her! They took her, Harry!"
Harry felt like he'd been punched in the gut. "What do you mean someone took her?"
"I don't know!" Hermione cried, her tears blending with the rain dripping from her face. "They Apparated—she tried to fight, but they—she's gone! I couldn't—"
Her voice broke, and she collapsed into a chair, shaking violently. Harry's mind reeled, the tent suddenly feeling too small, too suffocating.
"Someone Apparated with her?" he repeated, his voice low and disbelieving. His thoughts raced, tangling into knots as his chest tightened.
"She was right beside me!" Hermione sobbed. "Ron Apparated away, and then—it happened so fast. I couldn't—I didn't—"
Harry stood frozen, his fists clenched so tightly his nails bit into his palms.
"She's gone?" Harry's voice rose, a wild edge slicing through the words. His fists trembled at his sides as his breathing quickened, the weight of Hermione's words slamming into him like a curse. "How could you let her get taken?"
"I—I didn't let her—!" Hermione choked out, her voice breaking under the sheer force of Harry's fury. "It all happened so fast, Harry! I couldn't stop it!"
"You were right there! You said you were with her! How could you not—" Harry's voice cracked as his anger gave way to panic. He pressed the heels of his hands against his forehead, trying to smother the whirlwind of fear that was threatening to overtake him.
"Do you think I didn't try?" Hermione sobbed, clutching at the back of the chair as though it was the only thing keeping her upright. "Do you think I don't feel—"
"Don't tell me how you feel!" Harry shouted, his voice echoing in the small tent. "She's gone, Hermione! She's out there with someone, and we have no idea who they are or what they're going to do to her!"
