AFTER BOGGARDS, THEY STUDIED RED CAPS, nasty little goblin like creatures that lurked wherever there had been bloodshed: in the dungeons of castles and the potholes of deserted battlefields, waiting to bludgeon those who had gotten lost.

From Red Caps they moved on to kappas, creepy. water-dwellers that looked like scaly monkeys, with webbed hands itching to strangle unwitting waders in their ponds.

Aelora only wished she was as happy with some of her other classes. Worst
of all was Potions. Snape was in a particularly vindictive mood these days, and no one was in any doubt why.

"Dumbledore always have a soft spot for useless and brainless people- except for Minnie." Coventina smirks.

James and Sirius grins as soon as they heard the word 'Minnie' from Coventina.

Maybe her heart was not as cold as she thought it was.

She has her mother's fire and
father's ice.

The story of the boggart assuming Snape's shape, and the way that Neville had dressed it in his grandmother's clothes, had traveled through the school like wildfire.

Snape didn't seem to find it funny. His eyes flashed menacingly at the very mention of Professor Lupin's name, and he was bullying Neville worse than ever.

"Tsk, father you got the worse taste for choosing Godparents!" Lucius frowns.

"Your father always had bad taste, I am surprise, that he is even married and with Narcissa at that." Achilles smirks.

"No but Narcissa is hot-" Marlene grins.

Narcissa blushes and smiles at the comment.

Anstacius had to put up with the constant murmuring of Delphina
but he didn't to stop neither.

"Oh! I always know that you listen to me." Delphina smiles brightly.

"As if." Anastacius looks away.

Coventina was feeling annoyed of the hours she spent in Professor Trelawney's stifling tower room, deciphering lopsided shapes and symbols, trying to ignore the way Professor Trelawney's enormous eyes
filled with tears every time she looked at her.

She couldn't like Professer Trelawney, even though she was treated with respect bordering on reverence by many of the class. Parvati Patil and Lavender Brown had taken to haunting Professor Trelawney's tower room at lunch times, and always returned with annoyingly superior looks on their faces, as though they knew things the others didn't.

They had also started using hushed
voices whenever they spoke to Coventina, as though she were on her deathbed. Nobody really liked Care of Magical Creatures, which, after the
action-packed first class, had become extremely dull. Hagrid seemed to have lost his confidence.

They were now spending lesson after lesson learning how to look after flobberworms, which had to be some of the most boring creatures in existence. "Why would anyone bother looking after them?" said Weasley, after yet another hour of poking shredded lettuce down the flobberworms' throats.

"Oh, not him."

At the start of October, however, Coventina had something else to occupy her, something so enjoyable
it more than made up for her unsatisfactory classes.

The Quidditch season was approaching, and Oliver Wood, Captain of the Gryffindor team, called a meeting on Thursday evening to discuss tactics for the new season.

There were seven people on a Quidditch team: three Chasers, whose job it was to score goals by putting the Quaffle (a red, soccer-sized ball) through one of the fifty-foot-high hoops at each end of the field; two Beaters, who were equipped with heavy bats to repel the Bludgers (two heavy black balls that zoomed around trying to attack the players);

A Keeper, who defended the goal
posts, and the Seeker, who had the hardest job of all, that of catching
the Golden Snitch, a tiny, winged, walnut-sized ball, whose capture
ended the game and earned the
Seeker's team an extra one hundred
and fifty points.

"Do you play quidditch?" Sirius asks Achilles curiously.

"I do, rarely." Achilles shrugs.

"He does know tricks! He shows me a lot." Coventina informs Sirius who grins.

Oliver Wood was a burly seventeen -year-old, now in his seventh and final
year at Hogwarts. There was a quiet sort of desperation in his voice as he addressed his six fellow team members in the chilly locker rooms on the edge of the darkening Quidditch field.

"He remind me a lot of you, Sirius. Obsessed with quidditch." Sirius gasps at Andromeda's words.

"I am much more handsome!"

"This is our last chance- my last chance- to win the Quidditch Cup," he told them, striding up and down in front of them. "I'll be leaving at the end of this year. I'll never get another shot at it."

"Gryffindor hasn't won for seven years now. Okay, so we've had the worst luck in the world- injuries- then the tournament getting called off last year." Wood swallowed, as though the memory still brought a lump to his throat.

"But we also know we've got the
best-ruddy-team-in-the-school," he said, punching a fist into his other hand, the old manic glint back in his eye. "We've got three superb Chasers." Wood pointed at Alicia Spinner, Angelina Johnson, and Katie Bell. "We've got two unbeatable Beaters."

"That's our spawns!!" Gideon and Fabian grins.

"Wait you don't play quidditch right?" Antares nods at the young version of his mother.

Sirius sulks.

"Stop it, Oliver, you're embarrassing us," said Fred and George Weasley together, pretending to blush.

Many in the Hall laughs loudly at the twin's remarks.

Even Coventina was quiet amuse, she remembers that she need to pay them
a visit soon.

"And we've got a Seeker who has never failed to win us a match!" Wood rumbled, glaring at Coventina with a kind of furious pride. "And me," he
added as an afterthought.

"I am so much better." Draco smirk, fliping his short blonde hair dramatically.

"We think you're very good too, Oliver," said George. "Spanking good Keeper," said Fred. "The point is,"

"Can we adopt them!" Sirius begs Remina.

"Are you a male version of Effie, Siri?" A glint of amusement flashes in Remina's eyes.

"MERLIN, YES!"

Wood went on, resuming his pacing, "The Quidditch Cup should have had our name on it these last two years. Ever since Coventina joined the team, I've thought the thing was in the bag. But we haven't got it, and this year's the last chance we'll get to finally see our name on the thing...."

Wood spoke so dejectedly that even Fred and George looked sympathetic.
"Oliver, this year's our year," said Fred. "We'll do it, Oliver!" said Angelina. "Definitely," said Coventina with a smirk. Full of determination, the team started training sessions, three evenings a week.

"The confident." Daphne winks at Coventina.

"For you, love." Coventina smirks.

Aelora pouts.

The weather was getting colder and wetter, the nights darker, amount of mud, wind, or rain, everything that describe Coventina Potter.

Coventina returned to the Gryffindor common room one evening after training, cold and stiff but pleased with the way practice had gone, to find the room buzzing excitedly.

"What's happened?" she asked annoyed as Weasley and Granger, who were sitting in two of the best chairs by the fireside and completing some star charts for Astronomy. Next to them was Aelora and a bored Anastacius.

"He is really a copy of Regulus." Evan comments.

"Non-offense but my brother is not a siren." Coventina frowns.

"ouch." Regulus mumbles.

"First Hogsmeade weekend," said Weasley, pointing at a notice that had appeared on the battered old bulletin board. "End of October. Halloween."

"Hogsmeade!!"

"Excellent," said Fred, who had followed Coventina through the portrait hole. "I need to visit Zonko's. I'm nearly out of Stink Pellets."

Coventina threw herself into a chair beside Aelora, tearing out slowly the letter she received this morning.

ᴇᴍʀʏs ʟᴀsᴋᴏs

ʜᴇʟʟᴏ, ᴘᴀʀᴠᴀ sᴏʀᴏʀ, ʜᴏᴡ ᴀʀᴇ ʏᴏᴜ ᴅᴏɪɴɢ? ғᴀᴛʜᴇʀ ᴀɴᴅ ɪ ᴀʀᴇ ғɪɴᴇ ʙᴜᴛ sᴛɪʟʟ ᴍɪss ʏᴏᴜ ᴛʜʀᴇᴇ ᴅᴇᴇᴘʟʏ. ʏᴏᴜʀ ᴘᴇᴛs ᴀʀᴇ ᴅᴏɪɴɢ ғɪɴᴇ, ғᴀᴛʜᴇʀ ᴛᴏᴏᴋ ᴄᴀʀᴇ ᴏғ ᴛʜᴇᴍ. ʏᴏᴜʀ ғᴀᴍɪʟɪᴀʀ ɪs ǫᴜɪᴇᴛ ᴛʜᴇ ᴛʀᴏᴜʙʟᴇᴍᴀᴋᴇʀ ᴛᴏᴏ.

"I hate those damn animals." Draco mumbles, grumpy.

"Too bad, I don't give a shit." Coventina states firmly.

"Grandma!" Draco pouts.

"Children, no fight." Lilia states firmly, looking like an older scarier version of Coventina.

ᴀɴʏᴡᴀʏ ɪ ᴀᴍ ᴡʀɪᴛɪɴɢ ᴛʜɪs ʟᴇᴛᴛᴇʀ ᴛᴏ ᴡᴀʀɴ ʏᴏᴜ ᴀʙᴏᴜᴛ ᴛʜᴇ ᴅᴀɴɢᴇʀ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ʏᴏᴜ ᴍɪɢʜᴛ ғᴀᴄᴇ ɪɴ ʏᴏᴜʀ sᴄʜᴏᴏʟ. sᴏ ᴅᴏɴ'ᴛ ʟᴇᴛ ᴀɴʏᴏɴᴇ ᴇʟsᴇ ᴇᴠᴇʀ ᴛᴏᴜᴄʜ ᴛʜɪs ʟᴇᴛᴛᴇʀ.

𝖨. ғᴀᴛʜᴇʀ ɪɴғᴏʀᴍ ᴍᴇ ᴏғ ᴛʜᴇ ᴍᴀɴ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ʙᴇᴛʀᴀʏᴇᴅ ᴍᴏᴛʜᴇʀ, ʜᴇ ɪs ᴄᴜʀʀᴇɴᴛʟʏ ɪɴ ʏᴏᴜʀ sᴄʜᴏᴏʟ- ᴍᴀʏʙᴇ ɪɴ ʜɪs ᴀɴɪᴍᴀɢᴜs ғᴏʀᴍ. ᴀ ʀᴀᴛ.

𝖨𝖨. ʙᴇ ᴄᴀʀᴇғᴜʟ ᴀʀᴏᴜɴᴅ ᴅᴜᴍʙʟᴇᴅᴏʀᴇ

Peter shrink in his place, worriedly. He really need to fix his future. His friends were the only things he had.

𝖨𝖨𝖨. ɴᴏ ʙᴏʏs. ᴛʜᴇʏ ᴀʀᴇ ᴅᴀɴɢᴇʀᴏᴜs!
ɪᴛ's ғᴏʀ ʏᴏᴜʀ ᴏᴡɴ ɢᴏᴏᴅ.

𝖨𝖵. ғᴀᴛʜᴇʀ ᴀɴᴅ ɪ ᴍɪss ʏᴏᴜ ᴛʜʀᴇᴇ, ʙᴇ ᴄᴀʀᴇғᴜʟ ᴘʟᴇᴀsᴇ. ɪ ᴡᴏɴ'ᴛ ʜᴇsɪᴛᴀᴛᴇ ᴛᴏ ᴅᴇsᴛʀᴏʏ ʜᴏɢᴡᴀʀᴅs ɪғ sᴏᴍᴇᴛʜɪɴɢ ʙᴀᴅ ʜᴀᴘᴘᴇɴ.

𝖵. ᴛʜᴇʀᴇ ɪs ᴄʜᴏᴄᴏʟᴀᴛᴇs, ʙᴏᴏᴋs ᴀɴᴅ ғʟᴜғғʏ ᴛɪʜɴɢs ɪɴ ʏᴏᴜʀ ᴅᴏʀᴍ, ʏᴏᴜ ᴀʟʀᴇᴀᴅʏ ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴡʜᴏ ᴛᴏ sʜᴀʀᴇ.

"I am pretty sure that we are the dangerous one." Daphne chuckles.

"Definitely." Aelora grins.

ɪ ʟᴏᴠᴇ ʏᴏᴜ | ᴛʜᴇ ʙᴇsᴛ ʙʀᴏᴛʜᴇʀ
ɪɴ ᴛʜᴇ ᴡᴏʀʟᴅ ᴜɴɪᴠᴇʀsᴇ

"Well he got a point on this one-" Draco shrugs.

His cousin was really the best.

Coventina raise a brow, she was surprised to see how dramatic her brother could be. But she couldn't
hide the smile on her face. She was
content that her familiars were doing
fine too.

"Smile at me too." Antares pouts, and switch place as he sits next to Coventina.

"Black." She warns.

"Yes, love?"

Her eyes hardened at the 'rat' that was mention in the letter. She was pretty sure that she heard that somewhere. The man was name- Petty? Pully?- Pete? Peter!

"My name is not that difficult." Peter frowns.

His name was Peter Pettigrew. It was tme to search for a rat. If it might be so much more easy that anything else.

Granger opened her mouth to talk, but at that moment Crookshanks leapt lightly onto her lap. A large, dead spider was dangling from his mouth. "Does he have to eat that in front of us?" said Weasley, scowling.

"Great, let's watch them argue." Dorcas says sarcastically.

"Clever Crookshanks, did you catch that all by yourself?" said Granger. Crookshanks; slowly chewed up the spider, his yellow eyes fixed insolently on Ron.

"Just keep him over there, that's all," said Ron irritably, turning back
to his star chart. "Crookshanks was still staring unblinkingly at Weasley, flicking the end of his bushy tail. Then, without warning, he pounced.

"And opps." Aelora smirked.

"I swear- no matter how annoying they are, they still untertain us." Aelora shrugs.

"OY!" Weasley roared, seizing his bag as Crookshanks sank four sets of claws deep inside it and began tearing ferociously. "GET OFF, YOU STUPID
ANIMAL!" Ron tried to pull the bag away from Crookshanks, but Crookshanks clung on, spitting and slashing.

"Ron, don't hurt him!" squealed Granger; the whole common room was watching; Ron whirled the bag around, Crookshanks still clinging to it, and Scabbers came flying out of the top - "CATCH THAT CAR" Weasley yelled as Crookshanks freed himself from the remnants of the bag, sprang over the table, and chased after the terrified Scabbers.

George Weasley made a lunge for Crookshanks but missed; Scabbers
streaked through twenty pairs of legs and shot beneath an old chest of drawers. Crookshanks skidded to a halt, crouched low on his bandy legs,
and started making furious swipes beneath it with his front paw.

"Old the Fudge up-" Sirius tilts his head.

"Why does that rat look like Peter?"

Remina and Antares facepalms.

Weasley and Granger hurried over; Granger grabbed Crookshanks around the middle and heaved him away; Weasley threw himself onto his stomach and, with great difficulty, pulled Scabbers out by the tail.

"Look at him!" he said furiously to Granger, dangling Scabbers in front
of her. "He's skin and bone! You keep that cat away from him!" "Crookshanks doesn't understand it's wrong!" said Granger, her voicevshaking. "All cats chase rats, Ron!"

"At least she use her brain." Lily sighs feeling tired.

"She should not fight with our son!" Molly scoffs.

"There's something funny about that animal!" said Weasley, who was trying to persuade a frantically wiggling Scabbers back into his pocket. "It heard me say that Scabbers was in my bag!" "Oh, what rubbish," said Granger impatiently.

"Crookshanks could smell him, Ron, how else d'you think-" "That cat's got it in for Scabbers!" said Weasley, 'ignoring the people around him, who were starting to giggle. "And Scabbers was here first, and he's ill!"

Weasley marched through the common room and almost of sight up the stairs to the boys' dormitories but someone stopped him.

"Weasley." Coventina called out "What?" Weasley rolled his eyes. "Do you mind letting me take a look at Scabbers for a while?" Coventina suggested, her voice was gentle.

"Her voice being 'gentle' is never a good sigh." Anastacius says.

"Can you expmain further?" James smiles.

Anastacius smiles softly, "Coventina
is only gentle with us, her family and some friends, when she is being soft or gentle to someone else, she must have an idea behind the head."

Coventina rolls her eyes, "You are saying this like I am an open book."

"You did opened to me-" Coventina glares at Antares

"Sure, I guess." Weasley hesitately placed Scabbers in Coventina's hands.

Coventina looked at him carefully, tilting her head and pet him slowly
and a few minutes later.

"Something tells me, you washes your hands for hours." Pandora raise a brow with a smile.

"I did."

"Thank you!" She said with a fake smiles and dragged Anastacius and Aelora with her. "I got you, little rat." Coventina smirked, "It's bad to betrayed your friends."

Peter looks down guilty.

Achilles was smirking proudly.

Euphemia was disappointed at Peter.

The scene shift to show the Slytherin Manor with Draco who was anxiously clenching his hand while Delphina was tore up between being happy or worried.

"What do we do, Antares? My father escape Azkaban with my uncle! Which most certainly mean that they are still following Voldemort!" Delphina didn't hide her anger. She never does.

Delphina sighs, "I hate it."

"Don't worry, your mother have one of the hell of a temper!" Sirius grins and make a 'oww' sound when Marlene slaps his back head.

"We escape?" Rabastan whispers.

The Dark Lord must have done something." Rodolphus tells him.

"Careful, Del. I am starting to think that you are underestimate me. Why are you even angry?" Antares leaned against the wall, looking uninterest in whatever was happening.

"You really fools a lot of people." Coventina says.

"Have I?" Antares smiles, he never feels guilty for manipulating people or their feelings.

It was his best weapon.

"Voldemort will die soon, let's hope that the one who kill him doesn't kill your family." Antares yawns and smiles charmingly.

"Your son is no longer cute-"

"There is nothing to worry though, just relax and have fun." Draco sighed in disbelief.

"Fuck you, Antares."

"You wish, arsholle."

"Eww!"

"Incest tuns deeper." Draco gasps at Blaise and he tries to not throw up.

"Neither way, I have better things to worry about." Antares added lowly.

"A pest will soon arrive to destroy everything I have been builting." He
scoffed. "I need to get rid of her."

"BLACK!" Many gulps, they could sense the young Heiress's anger.

And it might be very difficult for him to do. Not when his sweet Queen might stop him when the time come.

"Don't you try to kill her again!" Coventina tells him, angrily.

"And you should stop- stopping me from killing her, hmfp." Antares places his hand on her thighs, squeezing her thighs tightly.

"Black." She bite back a whimper as she glares at him.

"I will stop trying to kill her, as long as she doesn't try anything," Antares chuckles.

"You are a bastard." Coventina sighs.

"Oh, my sweet Goddess, my parents are happily married." He smirks, ignoring the glare, she was giving him.

"Behave, my love."