GRYFFINDOR'S NEXT QUIDDITCH,
match would be against Hufflepuff. Wood was insisting on team practices every night after dinner, so that Coventina barely had time for anything but Quidditch and homework.

However, the training sessions were getting better, or at least drier,
and the evening before Saturday's match she went up to her chamber
to drop off his broomstick feeling Gryffindor's chances for the Quidditch cup had never been better.

Her calm mood did not last long as she looked everywhere in her room.

"What are people's problel with making the poor girl angry every single
time?" Alice asks.

"I don't know myself." Frank replies and kiss Alice's cheek who blushes.

"It's gone! Damn it the diary!" She clenched her hand walked out of her chamber.

"So we have thief in the school?" Evan asks outloud.

"Totally." Rodolphus says coldly. "Geez. dolphin calm down!" Rabatsn groaned, "Still not over it?"

"Go to Hell Rabastan." Rodolphus hissed, "Bitch, where do you think I came from?"Rabastan smirks.

"You two." Bellatrix glares at them, "Yes sissy in law?" She sighs, Bellatrix was so done with everyone's bullshits.

Thr scene shift to Anastacius who was eating his food silently while Aelora was giggling next to him. "You are telling us that a magical diary that belong to Tom Riddle had disappear?"

"Yes, Aelora." Coventina sighed.

"But - only a Gryffindor could have stolen - nobody else knows our
password -" "Exactly," said Aastacius.

"Since Peter is not there, it couldn't have been him." Sirius shrugs. "What?" Peter frowns.

"You always steal our foods." James replies and Achilles frowns.

"Steal Malachi's food?" He thought.

They woke the next day to brilliant sunshine and a light, refreshing
breeze.

"Perfect Quidditch conditions!" said Wood enthusiastically at the
Gryffindor table, loading the
team's plates with scrambled eggs.

"Coventina, buck up there, you
need a decent breakfast."

"Thanks Merlin, one of them care
about her health." Euphemia smiles.

"Prettt sure that he is only saying that because of Quidditch, mom." James says.

Euphemia frowns.

As she left the Great Hall with Anastacius and Aelora to go and collect her Quidditch things, another thinh happened.

"Kill this time... let me rip... tear..."

"This shitty voice is killing me."

"Me too!"

"Me three!"

Coventina shook her head, She raced up to Gryffindor Tower, collected her Nimbus Two Thousand, and joined the large crowd swarming across the grounds, but her mind was still in the castle along with the bodiless voice, and as she pulled on her scarlet robes in the locker room.

The teams walked onto the field to tumultuous applause. Oliver Wood took off for a warm-up flight around the goal posts; Madam Hooch released the balls. The Hufflepuffs, who played in canary yellow, were standing in a huddle, having a last-minute discussion of tactics.

Then Professor McGonagall came half marching, half running across the pitch, carrying an enormous purple megaphone.

"This match has been cancelled," Professor McGonagall called
through the megaphone, addressing the packed stadium.

"Noooooo!" Sirius sobs.

"Its okay," Marlene comforts him as dramatic as she was.

There were boos and shouts. Oliver Wood, looking devastated, landed and ran toward Professor McGonagall without getting off his broomstick.

"But, Professor!" he shouted. "We've got to play - the cup!" "Gryffindor -"

Professor McGonagall ignored him and continued to shout through her
megaphone: "All students are to make their way back to the House common
rooms, where their Heads of Houses will give them further information. As quickly as you can, please!"

"She said please!!" Barty gasps.

"I think..I misheard her." Regulus sighs, "You guys are so dramatic." Dorcas rolls her eyes.

"Non offese but even Sirius make
me laugh more than your guys's dramaticness." Narcissa shrugs ignoring the gasps of shock and betrayals.

Then she lowered the megaphone and beckoned Coventina over to her. "Potter, I think you'd better come with me." Wondering what did she want, she saw Weasley detach himself from the complaining crowd; he came running up to them as they set off toward the castle.

To Coventina's annoyance, Professor McGonagall didn't object. "Yes, perhaps you'd better come, too, Weasley." Some of the students swarming around them were grumbling about the match being canceled; others looked worried.

"Let's go." Anastacius grabbed Aelora's wrist gently dragging
her away.

"He is like their older brother," Fleamont smiles.

"Like James with Sirius." Euphemia chuckles.

Coventina and Weasley followed Professor McGonagall back into the school and up the marble staircase. But they weren't taken to anybody's office this time. "This will be a bit of a shock," said Professor McGonagall in a surprisingly gentle voice as they approached the infirmary. "There has
been another attack ... another double attack."

Professor McGonagall pushed the door open and he and Ron entered. . Madam Pomfrey was bending over a fifth-year girl with long, curly hair. Coventina recognized her as the Ravenclaw they'd accidentally asked for directions to the Slytherin common room. And on the bed next to her was "Hermione!" Weasley groaned.

"I may not like her but..."

Lily tense, why could not someone just go and search for the Slytherin Heir and stop this madness?

Granger lay utterly still, her eyes open and glassy. "They were found near the library," said Professor McGonagall. "I don't suppose either
of you can explain this? It was on the floor next to them..."

She was holding up a small, circular mirror. Coventina and Weasley shook their heads, both staring at Granger.

"She still look bored as fuck."

"Langua-"

"Fuck off, asholle."

"Language."

"Sorry, professor McGonagall."

"I will escort you back to Gryffindor Tower," said Professor McGonagall heavily. "I need to address the students in any case."

"All students will return to their House common rooms by six o'clock in the evening. No student is to leave the dormitories after that time. You will be escorted to each lesson by a teacher." She continued.

"Something must have happened." A ravanclaw state.

"No shit, Sherlock." A muggleborn witch replies.

"What is Sherlock?"

"You don't know the SHERLOCK HOLMES?" Many muggle borns and half-bloods gasps in disbelief.

"I will explains later." Remina says to her friends who look confuses.

"No student is to use the bathroom unaccompanied by a teacher. All further Quidditch training and matches are to be postponed. There will be no more evening activities."

The Gryffindors packed inside the common room listened to Professor
McGonagall in silence. She rolled up the parchment from which she had been reading and said in a somewhat choked voice,

"I need hardly add that I have rarely been so distressed. It is likely that the school will be closed unless the culprit behind these attacks is caught. I would urge anyone who thinks they might know anything about them to come forward."

She climbed somewhat awkwardly out of the portrait hole, and the
Gryffindors began talking immediately. "That's two Gryffindors down, not counting a Gryffindor ghost, one Ravenclaw, and one Hufflepuff, " said the Weasley twins' friend Lee Jordan, counting on his fingers.

"Haven't any of the teachers noticed
that the Slytherins are all safe? Isn't it obvious all this stuff's coming
from Slytherin? The Heir of Slytherin, the monster of Slytherin - why don't they just chuck all the Slytherins out?" he roared, to nods and scattered applause.

"Not all Slytherin are bad." James groans.

"How can you be so sure of that?" Lily asks hesitately.

"Who do you think help us with pranking Slytherin?" James grins.

"Rabastan Lestrange."

Percy Weasley was sitting in a chair behind Lee, but for once he didn't
seem keen to make his views heard. He was looking pale and stunned.
"Percy's in shock," George told Coventina quietly. "That Ravenclaw girl - Penelope Clearwater - she's a prefect. I don't think he thought the monster would dare attack a prefect."

Coventina constantly repeated Dumbledore's final words to himself "I will only truly have left this school when none here are loyal to me, 'Help will always be given at Hogwarts to those who ask for it.' But what good were these words?

"Foolish headmaster, this will be your downfall old man." She thought.

Dumbledore frowns.

"Totally." Achilles nods.

One person, however, seemed to be thoroughly enjoying the atmosphere of terror and suspicion. Draco was strutting around the school as though he had just been appointed Head Boy.

Coventina didn't realize what she was so pleased about until the Potions
lesson about two weeks after Dumbledore and Hagrid had left, when, sitting right behind Draco, Coventina overheard him talking to Delphina Lestrange.

No Black seen.

"She hate him but search for him?" Alice tits her head confusely.

"It's called denial." Narcissa smiles at her.

"Oh! Thank you, Cissa." She replies happily.

"I always thought Father might be the one who got rid of Dumbledore," he said, not troubling to keep his voice down. "I told you he thinks Dumbledore's the worst headmaster the school's ever had. Maybe we'll get a decent headmaster now. Someone who won't want the Chamber of Secrets closed. McGonagall won't last long, she's only filling in.."

Coventina sighs, "Worst Headmaster hm? That man should have not even been born I guess." She thought while walking away.

"She is your daughter." Lily says to James. "Of course she is." HE replies back proudly.

"Why do you think she have the name Potter and not Evans?" Sirius smirks.

"Exams?" howled Seamus Finnigan.

"We're still getting exams?" Aelora gasped horrified. There was a loud bang behind Coventina.

Professor McGonagall restored it with a wave of her own wand, and turned,
frowning, to Seamus. "The whole point of keeping the school open at this time is for you to receive your education," she said sternly.

"The exams will therefore take place as usual, and I trust you are all studying hard."

"Ugg!" Marlene groaned while Lily looks happy to hear that.

"Professor Dumbledore's instructions were to keep the school running
as normally as possible," she said. "And that, I need hardly point out,
means finding out how much you have learned this year."

Weasley looked as though he'd just been told he had to go and live in the
Forbidden Forest.

"H'ey! Forbid'den F'rest is very peaceful." Hagrid frowns.

"We know, Hagrid." James smiles.

"Hold up, how do you know that?" Sirius raise a brow.

"Hm w-wel..i-" James stammered.

"Suspicious." The Marauders except James thought.

"Can you imagine me taking exams with this?" he asked Seamus holding
up his wand, which had just started whistling loudly.

Three days before their first exam, Professor McGonagall made another announcement at breakfast.

"I have good news," she said, and the Great Hall, instead of falling silent, erupted.

"Okay.." Half of Gryffindor tense.

"Dumbledore's coming back!" several people yelled joyfully. "You've caught the Heir of Slytherin!" squealed a girl at the Ravenclaw table.

"Quidditch matches are back on!" roared Wood excitedly. When the hubbub had subsided, Professor McGonagall said.

"So now everyone is excite and happy? Wow." Alphard states.

"Really?" Walburga looks at him.

"Go fuck somewhere else, please." Alphard shrugs.

"Professor Sprout has informed me that the Mandrakes are ready for cutting at last. Tonight, we will be able to revive those people who have been Petrified. I need hardly remind you all that one of them may well be able to tell us who, or what, attacked them. I am hopeful that this dreadful year will end with our catching the culprit."

"Let's hope it is not a lie."

There was an explosion of cheering. Aelora looked over at the Slytherin table and some were not happy but Weasley, however, was looking happier than he'd looked in days.

"Venti? Are you not happy about
it?" She asked when she noticed her friend looking different.

"Black." She state coldly,"I had not seen that idiot today and he is not at the Slytherin table neither." Aelora looked at her.

Remina tense worried, "Its okay." Sirius pats her back.

"Its worrying but can we just think about how she miss him?" Marlene smirks.

"Are you 𝗌ure t𝗁𝖺t she miss him?" James pouts.

"Yes and quiet sweet Jamie."

"Maybe he is sick?" She guessed, "Hm."