"𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙠𝙣𝙤𝙬 𝙝𝙤𝙬 𝙩𝙤 𝙗𝙖𝙡𝙡, 𝙞 𝙠𝙣𝙤𝙬 𝙖𝙧𝙞𝙨𝙩𝙤𝙩𝙡𝙚."
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IN WHICH ~ Jupiter Lestrange battles the haunting grip of Tom Riddle's malevolent diary as she unravels long-buried truths about her family, herself, and her growing feelings...
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"The only truth in wisdom is knowing you know nothing."
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Jupiter shivered in the Gryffindor stands, barely able to make out anything in the Quidditch game through the sheets of rain pelting down. She tugged her raincoat tighter, every bit of her regretting the decision to come. The five galleons Harry offered her in exchange for her presence at the match weren't nearly enough for this.
"Is it almost over?" she shouted to Ron, who was squinting through the downpour, his eyes glued to the sky.
"Not even close! Harry hasn't even seen the Snitch yet!" he groaned back.
"He can't see anything in this!" she replied, watching as another wave of rain sloshed off her hood.
Ron suddenly turned, searching. "Hey, Hermione, you're usually the–wait, where'd she go?!"
Jupiter smirked. "Probably off setting Snape on fire again," she joked.
Ron narrowed his eyes at her, suddenly suspicious. "You know where she keeps disappearing to, don't you? And how she's always popping into class at the last second?"
"Do not!"
"Do too! You're always covering for her."
"If I knew, don't you think I'd want in on it?" Jupiter shot back, arms crossed, her face resolute. She could see he was beginning to believe her.
"Yeah, good point. You're both nerds," Ron concluded with a satisfied nod.
"Hey!" Jupiter gave him a playful punch on the shoulder, just as Hermione reappeared out of nowhere.
"Look, the game's going again!" she announced, pointing up as Harry shot off, tracking something in the rain-soaked sky.
They all squinted, following Harry as he rose higher and higher, until he disappeared into the gray storm.
"This is bad," Jupiter muttered, watching the rain-swept sky. Her heart skipped a beat when, suddenly, a tiny red shape began plummeting from the clouds.
The next thing she knew, they were huddled over Harry's bed in the hospital wing. His face was pale, a fresh bruise across his cheek. He blinked blearily up at them, his eyes coming into focus.
"He looks a bit peaky, doesn't he?" Ron said, eyebrows knitted in concern.
Fred scoffed. "Come on, Ron. Let's push you off the Astronomy Tower and see what you look like."
"Probably a right sight better than he usually does," Harry muttered weakly, his mouth curving into a tired smile.
"How are you feeling?" Jupiter asked, trying not to stare too obviously at the cuts crisscrossing his face.
