"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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"Crawling back to you... have you ever thought of calling when you've had a few? Cause I always do."
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Jupiter hit solid earth, the smell of salty air rushing over her spinning senses; they had landed on a beach, the new sun illuminating off of the light waves that brushed onto the sand. Ron immediately begun rushing Hermione up to the small cottage that rested on the grass in front of the sand.
"Dobby, is this Shell Cottage?" Harry asked from beside Jupiter, clutching the two wands he had brought from the Malfoys. "Have we come to the right place? Dobby?" They both looked around. The little elf stood feet from Harry. "DOBBY!"
The elf swayed slightly, the sun reflected in his wide, shining eyes as he looked down at the silver hilt of Bellatrix's knife that was protruding from his heaving chest. "Dobby—no—HELP!"
Jupiter stood still, a hand covering her mouth as Harry caught Dobby, who had stretched out his arms to Harry with a look of supplication. "Jupiter, do something!" Harry begged, looking up at Jupiter pleafully. "Anything!"
Tears welled in Jupiter's eyes as she stared at the knife that rested in his heart. "I can't fix that, Harry," she mumbled, her voice weak. Dean, Luna, Bill and Fleur were rushing down to the edge of the water to meet them. "I'm sorry."
Dobby made a small whimper in Harry's arms, his wide eyes exploring the beguiling view that surrounded them on the private beach. "Such a beautiful place to be with friends," he mumbled. "Dobby is happy to be with his friend, Harry Potter." And then with a little shudder the elf became quite still, and his eyes were nothing more than great glassy orbs, sprinkled with light from the cruel sun bearing down on them.
Jupiter knelt beside Harry, her own breath catching in her throat as she rested an attentive hand on his shoulder. The salty air, which had moments before seemed so welcoming, now carried the metallic tang of blood. The vibrant hues of the beach – the shimmering turquoise water, the bright white sand, the emerald green grass – seemed to mock the lifeless grayness that was rapidly spreading across Dobby's skin.
Dean, Luna, Bill, and Fleur reached them, their initial expressions of relief quickly morphing into horror. Fleur gasped, covering her own mouth with a lace-gloved hand. Luna, however, approached with a quiet reverence, her wide, silver eyes fixed on Dobby. She sat beside Harry, her gaze soft. She lowered her hand, gently closing Dobby's eyes. "He looks more peaceful this way," she whispered, her voice barely audible above the gentle lapping of the waves. "Now he could be sleeping."
"Hermione," Harry said suddenly. "Where is she?"
"Ron's taken her inside," Bill said. "She'll be all right." Harry looked back down at Dobby. He stretched out a hand and pulled the sharp blade from the elf's body, then dragged off his own jacket and covered Dobby in it like a blanket.
