ANTARES HAD NEVER, believed that he would meet a boy he hated more than Goyle, but that was before he met Ron Weasley.

Still, first year Gryffindors only had Potions with the Slytherins, so they
didn't have to put up with Weasley much.

Or at least, they didn't until they spotted a notice pinned up in the Slytherin common room which made them all groan. Flying lessons would be starting on Thursday - and Gryffindor and Slytherin would be learning together.

"Bad mistake." Rodolphus shake his head. "Great, maybe we could see another Regulus vs Potter!" Barty said.

"Really? Ugg! I can't stand that damn Ginger head." Delphina groaned but Antares was over the moon.

He could pass more time with his déesse! The most amazing news anyone ever told him.

"Aww." Euphemia smile, the boy reminds her of her son.

The scene shifts to Coventina who looked bored, she have been hearing about quidditch all day. Everyone from wizarding families talked about Quidditch constantly.

Weasley had already had a big argument with Dean Thomas, who shared their dormitory, about football. Weasley couldn't see what was exciting about a game with only one ball where no one was allowed to fly.

"He did NOT." Sirius gasped.

"How dare that damn red head!" Regulus frown, he was as offended as Sirius and James.

Anastacius had caught Weasley prodding Dean's poster of West Ham football team, trying to make the players move.

Neville had never been on a broomstick in his life, because his grandmother had never let him near one.

Granger was almost as nervous about flying as Dean was. This was something you couldn't learn by heart out of a book - not that she hadn't tried.

At breakfast on Thursday, she bored them all stupid with flying tips she'd got out of a library book called Quidditch through the Ages.

"If I die, place the blame on her." Sirius tells James who nodded.

"That girl is a danger to us!"

Dean was hanging on to her every word, desperate for anything that might help him hang on to his broomstick later, but everybody else was very pleased when Granger's lecture was interrupted by the arrival of the post.

A barn owl brought Dean a small package from his grandmother. He opened it excitedly and showed them a glass ball the size of a large marble, which seemed to be full of white smoke.

"It's a Remembrall!" he explained. "Gran knows I forget things - this tells you if there's something you've forgotten to do. Look, you hold it tight like this and if it turns red - oh ..."His face fell, because the Remembrall had suddenly glowed scarlet, "... you've
forgotten something ..."

Dean was trying to remember what he'd forgotten when Weasley, who was passing the near him, snatched the Remembrall out of his hand.

"See? Your son needs manners." Lily tells Molly who blushes.

"He must be just curious!"

"That's not an excuse." Alice answers.

Professor McGonagall, who could spot trouble quicker than any teacher in the school, was there in a flash.

"What's going on?"

"Ron's got my Remembrall, Professor." Weasley quickly dropped the Remembrall back on the table.

"Just looking," he said, and he sloped away.

"ɪ ʜᴀᴠᴇ ᴀ ʙᴀᴅssss ғᴇᴇʟɪɴɢ ᴀʙᴏᴜᴛ
ʜɪᴍ, ᴍɪsᴛʀᴇssss," Aamon hissed
to Coventina secretly.

"She is a parcel tongue." Fleamont thought proudly.

At three-thirty that afternoon, Coventina, and the other Gryffindors hurried down the front steps into the grounds for their first flying lesson.

"We are going to see, our daughter's first lesson of flying!" James smile.

"It's seemed so."

It was a clear, breezy day and the grass rippled under their feet as they marched down the sloping lawns towards a smooth lawn on the opposite side of the grounds to the
Forbidden Forest, whose trees were swaying darkly in the distance.

The Slytherins were already there, and so were twenty broomsticks
lying in neat lines on the ground.

Coventina had heard Fred and George Weasley complain about the school brooms, saying that some of them started to vibrate if you flew too high, or always flew slightly to the left.

Their teacher, Madam Hooch, arrived. She had short, grey hair and yellow eyes like a hawk. "Well, what are you all waiting for?" she barked.

"Everyone stands by a broomstick. Come on, hurry up." Coventina glanced down at his broom. It was old and some of the twigs stuck out at odd angles. She shivered of disgusted and grabbed it delicately.

"Stick out your right hand over your broom," called Madam Hooch at the front, "and say, "Up!"

'UP!' everyone shouted.

Coventina's broom jumped into his hand at once, but it was one of the few that did. Hermione Granger's had simply rolled over on the ground and Dean's hadn't moved at all.

"Aww, my poor baby." Alice fuss
sweetly.

Perhaps brooms, like horses, could tell when you were afraid, thought Aelora there was a quaver in Dean's voice that said only too clearly that he wanted to keep his feet on the ground.

Madam Hooch then showed them how to mount their brooms without sliding off the end, and walked up and down the rows, correcting their grips.

Antares and Draco were delighted when she told Weasley he'd been doing it wrong.

"Those two sounds like trouble." Andromeda smiles, watching her nephews.

"Now, when I blow my whistle, you kick off from the ground, hard," said Madam Hooch. "Keep your brooms steady, rise a few feet and then come straight back down by leaning forwards slightly. On my whistle - three - two -"

But Dean, nervous and jumpy and frightened of being left on the ground, pushed off hard before the whistle had touched Madam Hooch's lips. "Come back, boy!" she shouted, but Dean was rising straight up like a cork shot out of a bottle - twelve feet - twenty feet.

"The boy!" Alice shouts worriedly.

"What the hell is that woman doing!?" Marlene curse in her mind.

"Dumbledore, those professors clearly do not know how to do their work." Orion says, he looks at Dumbledore.

"It's just some mistakes," He answers, with his grandfatherly smile.

"Yes, right."

"He is the mistake." Narcissa mutters.

Coventina watched in indifference Dean's scared white face look down at the ground falling away, saw him gasp, slip sideways off the broom and - WHAM - a thud and a nasty crack and Dean lay, face down, on the grass in a heap.

His broomstick was still rising higher and higher and started to drift lazily towards the Forbidden Forest and
out of sight. Madam Hooch was bending over Dean, her face as white as his.

"Oh MERLIN!"

"What the fuck!"

Alice watched, completely horrified in the scene in front of her, Frank carefully holds her while looking worried himself.

"Broken wrist," Coventina heard her mutter. "Come on, boy - it's all
right, up you get." She turned to the rest of the class.

"None of you is to move while I take this boy to the hospital wing! You leave those brooms where they are, or you'll be out of Hogwarts before you can say "Quidditch". Come on, dear."

Dean, his face tear-streaked, clutching his wrist, hobbled off
with Madam Hooch, who had her arm around him.

Some wince at the scene in front of them, the woman clearly did not do a good job in her work.

"Incompetent woman, so fucking useless." Coventina thought.

"Language!!" James scolds.

"English." Sirius answers in the place
of his goddaughter.

No sooner were they out of earshot than Crabe burst into laughter.

"Did you see his face, the great lump?" The other Slytherins joined in.

'Shut up, brat.," Coventina state coldly. She hates bullies.

James sighs, he hopes that his
daughter does not hate him.

"Ooh, sticking up for him?" said Pansy Parkinson, a hard-faced Slytherin girl. "Never thought you'd like fat little crybabies, Potter."

"Have you taken a look in your mirror?" Coventina asked in disbelief. "Your mother clearly did a mistake." Aelora smirk while seeing Parkinson's flush face.

"Look!" said Weasley, darting forward and snatching something out of the grass. "It's that stupid thing Neville's gran sent him."

"Hmfp, acting exactly like a filthy
blood traitor." Walburga scoffed
with disgusted.

The Remembrall glittered in the sun as he held it up. "Give that here, Weasley," said Antares said darkly.

Everyone stopped talking to watch.

Weasley smiled nastily. "I think I'll leave it somewhere for Dean to collect - how about - up a tree?"

"Give it here!" Coventina sighed
as Weasley had leapt on to his broomstick and taken off.

He could fly well hovering level with the topmost branches of an oak he called, "Come and get it, Potter!" Coventina smirked at the challenge and grabbed her broom.

"No!" shouted Hermione Granger.

"Madam Hooch told us not to
move - you'll get us all into trouble."
Coventina ignored her.

Blood was pounding in her ears. She mounted the broom and kicked hard against the ground and up, up she
soared, air rushed through her hair and her robes whipped out behind her.

"Dad please tell me that you are seeing what I am seeing." James squeals.

"She is a natural!"

And in a rush of fierce joy she realized she'd found something he could do without being taught - this was easy, this was wonderful.

She pulled her broomstick up a little to take it even higher and heard screams and gasps of boys back on the ground and an admiring whoop from Aelora and of course Black.

She turned his broomstick sharply to face Weasley in mid-air. Weasley looked stunned. "Be a good boy and give it here." Coventina smirked. "Or I'll knock you off that broom!"

"Oh, yeah?" said Weasley, trying to sneer, but looking worried. Coventina knew, somehow, what to do. She leant forward and grasped the broom tightly in both hands and it shot towards Weasley like a javelin.

Weasley only just got out of the way in time; Coventina made a sharp about turn and held the broom steady. A few people below were clapping.

"He does not stand a chance." Regulus state as he analyze everything.

"How so?" Rabastan asked.

"Just watch."

"Catch it if you can, then!" Weasley shouted, and he threw the glass ball high into the air and streaked back towards the ground.

Coventina saw, as though in slow motion, the ball rise up in the air
and then start to fall. She leant forward and pointed his broom
handle down.

Next seconds she was gathering speed in a steep dive, racing the ball - wind whistled in her ears, mingled with the screams of people watching.

She stretched out her hand - a foot from the ground he caught it, just in time to pull his broom straight, and she toppled gently on to the grass with the Remembrall clutched safely in his fist.

"See?" Regulus smirk.

"COVENTINA POTTER!"

"Oh no, It's future Minnie!" Sirius gasp.

"I am right here, mister Black." McGonagall raise a brow.

"Oh, hi!" He smiles.