MADAM POMFREY INSISTED ON KEEPING COVENTINA in the hospital wing for the rest of the weekend. She didn't argue or complain, but she wouldn't let her throw away the shattered remnants of his Nimbus
Two Thousand.

"It's seem to be my work to heal all the Potter." Madam Pomfrey let out a sighs before glaring at Fleamont.

"You can't blame me, blame my blood-" Fleamont facepalm along side James and Coventina.

"We have the same blood."

She had a stream of visitors, all intent on cheering her up. Hagrid sent her a bunch of earwiggy flowers that looked like yellow cabbages, and Antares would send her chocolate- she would never admit it but she adores it.

"Of course she does!" Aelora tolls her eyes. "Antares, you need to stop sending her chocolate specially at night."

"What no!" Coventina frowns, she may be mad at Antares but there is no way she would accept that he stop sending chocolate.

He was her chocolate savior.

"She got her priorities straight and I am fucking gay." Blaise comments.

"She always give him a run for his money." Delphina laughs.

"Altair and Aerys too-" Draco shrugs.

Aerys smirks. "Coventina is literally everyone's favorite."

The Gryffindor team visited again on Sunday morning, this time accompanied by Wood, who told Coventina (in a hollow, dead sort of voice) that he didn't blame her in the slightest.

She hadn't told anyone about the Grim, because she knew that it would make her siblings worried. The fact remained, however, that it had now appeared twice, and both appearances had been followed by near-fatal accidents; the first, fallen fifty feet from her broomstick.

And then there were the dementors. Coventina felt sick and humiliated every time she thought of them. Everyone said the dementors were horrible, but no one else collapsed every time they went near one. No one else heard echoes in their head of their dying parents.

"I would have if I met one." James smiles at his daughter.

The Potter was strong physically, never mentally. They appears strong in every single way but one of their weakness is that they are very sensitive.

Because Coventina knew who that voice belonged to now. She had heard him words, heard them over and over again during the night hours in the hospital wing while she lay awake, staring at the strips of moonlight on the ceiling.

When the dementors approached her, she heard the last moments of her mother's life, the moment before he was attacked protecting her from Lord Voldemort. Coventina dozed fitfully, sinking into dreams full of clammy, rotted hands and petrified pleading, jerking awake to dwell again on her mother's voice.

"It weird being call mother." James let out a sigh.

"Get use to it, wife." Achilles smiles, his eyes bright as the stars.

"I am not your wife! And maybe in this future, you will be the wife." James scoffs.

"Never." Achilles says almost offend.

It was a relief to return to the noise and bustle of the main school on Monday, "If Snape's teaching Defense Against the Dark Arts again, I'm skiping off," said Weasley as they headed toward Lupin's classroom after lunch.

"He is speaking fact after all."

"Snape better not be there!" Aelora frowns while comforting a nervous Neville. Professor Lupin was back at work. It certainly looked as though she had been ill. She smiled at the class as they took their seats, and they burst at once into an explosion of complaints about Snape's behavior while Remina had been ill.

"They love you, Moony." Sirius grins, his white teeth flashing brightly.

"I can see that."

"It's not fair, he was only filling in, why should he give us homework?" "We don't know anything about werewolves two rolls of parchment!" "Did you tell Professor Snape we haven't covered them yet?" Remina asked, frowning slightly.

The babble broke out again. "Yes, but he said we were really behind he wouldn't listen-" "-two rolls of parchment! Professor Lupin smiled at the look of indignation on every face. "Don't worry. I'll speak to Professor Snape. You don't have to do the essay."

"Oh no," said Granger, looking very disappointed. "I've already finished it!" They had a very enjoyable lesson. Professor Lupin had brought along a glass box containing a hinkypunk, a little one-legged creature wholooked as though he were made of wisps of smoke, rather frail and harmless looking.

"She remind me of someone." Alice says.

Marlene cough, "Lily" she cough again.

"You know it's actually funny because I never heard James says 'I love you' to her." Franks mutters to his friends.

"Really?" Achilles grins.

"Don't make his ego grow." James rolls his eyes.

"Lures travelers into bogs," said Professor Lupin as they took notes.
"You notice the lantern dangling from his hand? Hops ahead -people
follow the light- then-" The hinkypunk made a horrible squelching noise against the glass. When the bell rang, everyone gathered up their things and headed for the door, Coventina among them, but-

"Wait a moment, Coventina," Lupin called. "I'd like a word.". Coventina doubled back and watched Professor Lupin covering the hinkypunk's
box with a cloth. "I heard about the match," said Remina, turning back to her desk and starting to pile books into her briefcase, "and I'm sorry about your broomstick. Is there any chance of fixing it?"

"No," said Coventina. "The tree smashed it to bits but don't worry. I have a new one." Remina smiles. "Did you hear about the dementors too?" said Coventina with difficulty. Remina looked at her quickly.

"Yes, I did. I don't think any of us have seen Professor Dumbledore that angry. They have been growing restless for some time- furious at his refusal to let them inside the grounds... I suppose they were the reason you fell?" "Yes," said Coventina.

" Why? Why do they affect me like that?" "It has nothing to do with weakness," said Remina sharply, as though she had read Coventina's mind. "The dementors affect you worse than the others because there are horrors in your past that the others don't have." A ray of wintery sunlight fell across the classroom, illuminating Remina's brown hairs and the lines on her young face.

Emrys chuckles at the worried faces of his siblings. "Come one, there is no need to worry."

He found it sweet when they are worry about him. Specially Coventina, it's hard for her to express her emotions.

"Dementors are among the foulest creatures that walk this earth. They
infest the darkest, filthiest places, they glory in decay and despair, they drain peace, hope, and happiness out of the air around them. Even Muggles feel their presence, though they can't see them. Get too near a dementor and every good feeling, every happy memory will be sucked out of you. If it can, the dementor will feed on you long enough to reduce you to something like itself... soul-less and evil. You'll be left with nothing but the worst experiences of your life. And the worst that happened to you, Coventina, is enough to make anyone fall off their broom. You have nothing to feel ashamed of."

"When they get near me-" Coventina let out a sigh. "I can hear Voldemort murdering my father, hm James."
Remina made a sudden motion with her arm as though to grip Coventina's
shoulder, but thought better of it. There was a moment's Silence, then.

"Nobody know if he is alive, I had to lie." Coventina shrugs.

Remina nods, understanding her.

"Why did they have to come to the match?" said Coventina annoyed.

"They're getting hungry," said Lupin coolly, shutting his briefcase with
a snap. "Dumbledore won't let them into the school, so their supply of human prey has dried up... I don't think they could resist the large crowd around the Quidditch field. All that excitement ... emotions running high... it was their idea of a feast."

"Azkaban must be terrible," Coventina muttered. She winced thinking how her brother and father survived there.

James winces.

Emrys smiles, "It was not that bad."

"Baby, shut up." Aurelius ruffles Emrys's hair. "They are worried for a reason."

Lupin nodded grimly. "The fortress is set on a tiny island, way out to sea, but they don't need walls and water to keep the prisoners in, not when they're all trapped inside their own heads, incapable of a single cheery thought. Most of them go mad within weeks."

"But Sirius Black escaped from them," Coventina said slowly.  Remina's briefcase slipped from the desk; she had to stoop quickly to catch it. "Yes," he said, straightening up, "Sirius must have found a way to fight them. I wouldn't have believed it possible.... Dementors are supposed to drain a wizard of his powers if he is left with them too long."

"See fuckers?! I am so damn smart!" The words of Sirius was mostly toward his family.

Alphard lifts up his glass. "To my non adopted son!"

"You made that dementor on the train back off same with Black- I mean Antares." said Coventina suddenly.

"There are certain defenses one can use," said Remina. "But there was
only one dementor on the train. The more there are, the more difficult
it becomes to resist." "What defenses?" said Coventinaat once. "Can you teach me?" She never had to ask fot help before.

"The Patronus charm." Professor McGonagall mutters.

"You didn't need help for unforgiveable curses but need help for the patronus charm?" Draco gasps.

"Anstacius." Coventina calls out.

"Shut up, Dray." Anastacius sighs.

"I don't pretend to be an expert at fighting dementors, sweetheart, quite the contrary..." Remina looked into Coventina's determined face, hesitated, then said, "Well... all right. I'll try and help. But it'll have to wait until next term, I'm afraid. I have a lot to do before the holidays. I chose a very inconvenient time to fall ill."

"See? Everybody have a soft spot fot those Potter." Evan sulks.

"Even your son." Regulus chuckles lowly.

"Oh- shut up!"

What with the promise of anti-dementor lessons from Remina, the thought that she might never have to hear her mother's ptoblem again, and the fact that Ravenclaw flattened Hufflepuff in their Quidditch match at the end of November, Coventina's mood took a definite upturn. Gryffindor were not
out of the running after all, although they could not afford to lose another match.

Wood became repossessed of his manic energy, and worked his team as hard as ever in the chilly haze of rain that persisted into December. Coventina saw no hint of a dementor within the grounds. Dumbledore's anger seemed to be keeping them at their stations at the entrances.

"I think you need to adop him too Prongs." Sirius points out.

"The Weasley twins too." Coventina states lowly.

"Hm?" Achilles raises a brow. "Do you like one of those damn pranker?" He asks his daughter.

"No-" She shakes her head. "They are my... Friends." She smiles. She never exepct to say the word ftiend before except for Anastacius and Aelora.

But she seems to say it more often now at Hogwards.

"Okay." Achilles smiles back.

Two weeks before the end of the term, the sky lightened suddenly to a dazzling, opaline white and the muddy grounds were revealed one morning covered in glittering frost. Inside the castle, there was a buzz of Christmas in the air. Professor Flitwick, the Charms teacher, had already decorated his classroom with shimmering lights that turned out
to be real, fluttering fairies.

The students were all happily discussing their plans for the holidays. Both Weasley and Granger had decided to remain at Hogwarts, and though Weasley said it was because he couldn't stand two weeks with Percy, and Granger insisted she needed to use the library.

Coventina glanced at the Weasley twins and walked toward them slowly. "Hello, Tina! Need something from your favorite prankstars?"

Antares rolls his eyes.

"Jealous?" Aerys smirks.

"You really love pissing me off don't you?" Antares narrows his eyes at her dangerously.

"As long as you don't have her, that all that matter to me." Aerys shrugs.

"Did it never go to your stupid brain that she needs me as much as I need her?" Antares says.

Aerys scoffs, "You only bring misery, we both know that."

"I will fucking show you misery." Antares was retaining himself from killing her.

Thanatos knew he could kill her.

"Aerys!" Coventina calls out for her, "Stop whatever you are doing."

"Hmfp, fine little one."

"Maybe." Coventina raised a brow, "We've to give you a bit of festive cheer before we go," said Fred, with a mysterious wink. "Come in here...."

He nodded toward an empty classroom to the left of the one-eyed statue. Coventina followed Fred and George inside. George closed the door quietly and then turned, beaming, to look at her.

"Early Christmas present for you, Coventina," he said. Fred pulled something from inside his cloak with a flourish and laid it on one of the desks. It was a large, square, very worn piece of parchment with nothing written on it. Coventina, suspecting one of Fred and George's jokes, stared at it.

Sirius was grinning like a chesire cat with James.

"Wait- hold up-! Jamie our secrets is out of the bag!" Sirius's smile falters.

James sulks.

"What's that supposed to be?" Coventina trace her fingers on the parchment delicately.  "This, Coventina, is the secret of our success," said George, patting the
parchment fondly. "It's a wrench, giving it to you," said Fred, "but we decided last night, your need's greater than ours."

"Anyway, we know it by heart," said George. "We bequeath it to you. We
don't really need it anymore." "And what do I need with a bit of old parchment?" said Coventina.

"OLD PARCHMENT?!" The Marauders, Marlene and Mary were offends.

Achilles and Coventina winces.

"Sorry-" They apologizes for making the father and daughter duo winces.

"A bit of old parchment!" said Fred, closing his eyes with a grimace as
though Coventina had mortally offended him. "Explain, George." "Well... when we were in our first year, Coventina- young, carefree, and innocent-"

Coventina snorted. He doubted whether Fred and George had ever been innocent.

Molly rolled her eyes while Bill and Charlir were clapping their hands.

"Bitch." The second generation mutters.

"They never were innocent, the map taint them." Sirius exclaims dramatically.

"The innocence is gone."

"Well, more innocent than we are now- we got into a spot of bother with Filch." "We let off a Dungbomb in the corridor and it upset him for some reason-" "So he hauled us off to his office and started threatening us with the usual- detention disembowelment and we couldn't help noticing a drawer in one of his filing cabinets marked Confiscated and Highly Dangerous."

"Don't tell me-" said Coventina, starting to grin. "Well, what would you've done?" said Fred. "George caused a diversion by dropping another Dungbomb, I whipped the drawer open, and grabbed- this." "It's not as bad as it sounds, you know," said George. "We don't reckon Filch ever found out how to work it. He probably suspected what it was, though, or he wouldn't have confiscated it."

"And you know how to work it?" "Oh yes," said Fred, smirking. "This little beauty's taught us more than all the teachers in this school." "You're winding me up," said Coventina, looking at the ragged old bit of parchment. "Oh, are we?" said George.

"They love teasing." Daphne smiles, ignore Pansy's presence.

"Totally."

He took out his wand, touched the parchment lightly, and said, "I
solemnly swear that I am up to no good." Coventina's eyes widened.

"That quote, it was in my chamber in the Laskos Manor." She thought.

"As it should." Sirius nods proudly.

Achilles was approves in the Marauders.

And at once, thin ink lines began to spread like a spider's web from the
point that George's wand had touched. They joined each other, they crisscrossed, they fanned into every corner of the parchment; then words
began to blossom across the top, great, curly green words, that proclaimed:

Messrs. Moony, Wormtail, Padfoot, and Prongs Purveyors of Aids to Magical Mischief-Makers are proud to present THE MARAUDER'S MAP.

"Hello, padfoot." Coventina smirks at Sirius.

"Prongslette." Sirius sobs proudly.

Antares frowns, poor baby, he was the only one she was ignoring.

"What is that?" Pandora asks confuse.

"Our long date secret." Remina smiles.

"No so secret now."

It was a map showing every detail of the Hogwarts castle and grounds. But the truly remarkable thing were the tiny ink dots moving around it, each labeled with a name in minuscule writing. Astounded, a labeled dot in the top left corner showed that Professor Dumbledore was pacing his study; the caretaker's cat, Mrs. Norris, was prowling the second floor; and Peeves the Poltergeist was currently bouncing around the trophy room. And as Coventina's eyes traveled up and down the familiar corridors, he noticed something else.

This map showed a set of passages he had never entered. And many of them
seemed to lead - "Right into Hogsmeade," said Fred, tracing one of them with his finger. "There are seven in all. Now, Filch knows about these four"- he pointed them out-

"Rabastan, by the way you didn't use that map with them to pranks us repeatingly right?" Regulus glares at Rabastan.

"Do I know?" Rabastan tilts his head.

"LESTRANGE!!"

Well, he did it for Marlene.

"but we're sure we're the only ones who know about these. Don't bother with the one behind the mirror on the fourth floor. We used it until last winter, but it's caved in- completely blocked. And we don't reckon anyone's ever used this one, because the Whomping Willow's planted right over the entrance. But this one here, this one leads right into the cellar of Honeydukes. We've used it loads of times. And as you might've noticed, the entrance is right outside this room, through that one-eyed old crone's hump."

"This is how you guys pranks everyone!" Frank points out.

"A little bit too late." Alice sweat drops.

"You knew?" Narcissa pouts.

"Yes." Alice smiles.

Euphemia giggles, "How useful."

"Moony, Wormtaill Padfoot, and Prongs," sighed George, patting the
heading of the map. "We owe them so much." "Noble men, working tirelessly to help a new generation of law breakers," said Fred solemnly.

"And women!" Remina, Marlene and Mary were openly offends.

"Right," said George briskly. "Don't forget to wipe it after you've used it or anyone can read it," Fred said warningly. "Just tap it again and say, 'Mischief managed!' And it'll go blank."

"Wait, wait a damn minute-" Coventina smiles happily. "Did I ever tell you two how much tolerable you are?" She smirked.

"Is that a compliment brother?" Fred gasped dramatically. "It's seem so! The ice princess of Gryffindor is melting for us?" George grinned.

"Ice Princess of Gryffindor?" James raise a brow while grining.

"Yep."

"As if." Antares rolls his eyes.

Why does people love irritating him
so much? It was enough that he had
to pretend to be someone he was not. Now he had to tolerate others for his Goddess's sake.

"Oh shut up," Coventina flashed a light smile before making her way out. "Oh- and it's one woman and three men." The Weasleys twins stood frozen.

"WHAT?!"

"They were SHOCKED." Sirius laughs.

"Quit it down, Pads." Marlene frowns.

Coventina chuckles, fliping her hair. She lifted up her hand grabbing a letter. Apparantly Aelora was sad because Coventina was not coming back to the Laskos. She did said that she will come back soon for christmas but then again Aelora was dramatic.

"I am not!" Aelora gasps in disbelief.

"You are."

"I will ask father about them, if Moony is Lady Black then one of them might be my mom? It's still weird to call him mom." Coventina muttered slowly before apparating back to the Laskos Manor for christmas.

"I know."

"Prongs, how cute." Achilles chuckles.

"You don't get to talk!"