EVERYONE WERE WAITING FOR THE SOCIOPATH AND HIS GODDESS. Some
had decide to rest for a while as Thanatos  comfirmed for a break before the they get to the fourth movie. James is as anxious as his children were and Draco still wants to murder Bellatrix. He is clenching his fist, his silver blonde hair hiding the madness in the glint of his eyes. Altair Prince glances at him, he smirks and run his hand through his hair gently.

"Very funny." Draco mutters softly.

"I never meant for this to be funny." He says seriously. Draco relaxes against him. He did not want to know or care about how he had switches place. He simply rest his head over his shoulder and closes his eyes. "Wake me up when those two come back here, hm?" A sleepy smile forms Draco's lips.

"Yeah. Just rest." Altair murmures, hearing his twin brother snickering near him. Altair kickes Alastor's leg and glares at him as a warning to be silent.

"Fucking arshole." He mouthes to Altair.

"You deserve it, Alastor." Aelora says softly. Her nails digging in her thigh firmly. Her hands were trembling. The mischievous quicklu disappears and is replaces by an angry version of himself.

"Take your hands off your thigh, Aelora." He demands firmly, Aelora quickly obliges.

"Stop hurting yourself." He then whispers, taking her hand to his lips, kissing her knuckles. "I will not tolerate this." He signs.

James stares at them with a worried stare.  Euphemia smiles at her son and caresses his arm gently. "They are in good hands, my sweet boy." She whispers to him rassuringly and chuckles at the protectiveness in his eyes.

"Achilles would argue with you on that." He whispers back, looking at his lover who was glaring at the twins. Delphina was the only one who he seems to have gotten use to.

Well she was entering the family.

The boys were stealing them.

Euphemia smiles, she loves that her family were growing. Maybe she was not a part of it in a physical way but she will always be there whenever its in a portrait or not. She will always be there for them. There were never a day where she regreted marrying Fleamont. They gave each other a family and unconditional love. They both felt very
lucky to have met each other and had their son. James became a light in Euphemia's life and she never felt more grateful and lucky.

In another side, Aerys Fane was looking at the grown as if she was trying to discover the secret of the Earth. Yet nobody saw the anxiety in her eyes. Her pupils shaking in disbelief and she quickly turns Altair and  Alastor. "Idiots!" She called them urgently.

Caught off guard, the twins turned to her. Many did. She ran her fingers through her hair nervoulsy, standing up and walks to the door of the Great Hall. "Where are you going?" Altair stands up to follow.

The Court looks at her with eyes widens. It was not everyday that Aerys looks anything but a serious sadictic girl. She looks like a person had destroy her favorite toy. Aerys was the type to suddenly talk in riddles and manipulate people like pawn, a sadistic version of Coventina.

"I can't feel Coventina."

"What?" Achilles looks at the girl in disbelief. "She is with that devil's spawn so how in hell can you not feel or sense my daughter?" Achilles demands. He ignores the part to how that girl can even feel his daughter's life source or emotion.

"What happen to my daughter?" James asks firmly.

Aerys shakes her head anxiously. "I do not know. This never happen before. I-I can always sense her but its like I am blocked from her mind."

"Mind?" Aelora glares at her. "You played with Tina's mind?" Alastor grabs her arms before she could storms to Aerys.

"Do not misunderstand her words." Alastor says firmly. "She does not force herself in Coventina's mind. But right now we should care more about what happen?"

"The Raven?" Draco says.

"No." Aerys shakes her head.

"What about my son?" Remina asks anxiously.

"I can sense the bastard but not her."

"Sit down." Everybody turns to Thanatos.  "Coventina is with Antares so if you can sense Antares and the fact you humans, are still alive mean that she is safe." He explains, crossing his arms.

Aerys storms out of the Great Hall in hurry. Aelora wants to follow but she was held back by Alastor. She glares at him but he smiles and shahes his head. Despite the dislike everyone holds toward Aerys, he  did understand that she had the right to be alone for now.

Emrys follows behind her, nobody stops him which annoys Aelora because she was being held back and not her brother. Emrys follows behind Aerys closely, he did not stop her and simply let her. A bright blue light explodes around her and stops running.

Aerys Fane was the manipulator and most close pawn of Coventina or more like she see her, a friend. Aerys grew up without her parents but it never bothered her. She was born differently and saw the life as such. She never understood the meaning of emotions and never care to learn. She only know how to bring others pain and never felt guilty or sympathic, making her the perfect weapon and grew up as one. Life was a game and she intended to win it but she needs Coventina by her side to be win it.

The void was all-consuming, an endless abyss of inky blackness that stretched out as far as the eye could see. There was no light, no sound, nothing but the deafening silence of nothingness that seemed to echo within the emptiness. It was as if the very fabric of existence had been torn apart, leaving only a gaping maw of oblivion. Even the most vivid imagination could not conjure up anything in the void's depths, only a suffocating and unending absence.

In the heart of the void's emptiness, two distinct presences were discovered. They exuded a strange and unsettling aura, their very presence a stark contrast to the infinite darkness surrounding them. It was as if they were anomalies, foreign and unfitting in the cold embrace of the void.

The first presence was that of a goddess, towering and majestic. Her long obsidian hair cascaved down her back in an endless waterfall, framing a face as flawless as the surface of a still pond. Her eyes were an unearthly pink that seemed to glow within the depths of the void, illuminating the darkness with a soft, ethereal light. Her mere presence exuded a sense of power and authority that seemed to command the very air around her.

Her slender frame is draped in a flowing gown of darkest silk, the fabric whispering with each subtle movement as if alive and breathing. The cloth seems to cling to her like a second skin, accentuating her every curve and contour. She is the embodiment of grace, yet there was a hint of something more beneath the surface, a sense of immense power just waiting to be unleashed. Just being in her presence was almost overwhelming, like standing before a force of nature.

Coventina Potter stands before the goddess, dwarfed by her immense presence. Her dark brown hair was tied back in a practical ponytail, though a few loose strands fell about her face. Her eyes are a unique grey-green, a stark contrast to the pink of the goddess's own gaze. Coventina's petite and slender frame seemed almost fragile in comparison to the majestic figure before her. Her face holds no fear, but a hint of determination and resignation.

"Who are you?" She demands. She remembered sleeping with Antares and now here she was in a dark place standing in front of someone with an overly presence.

The Queen studies Coventina for a moment, her gaze flickering up and down as if taking measure of her. When she speaks, her voice echoes with a faint, ethereal quality, as if coming from a great distance. "I am you." she said, her voice calm and cool.

Coventina stands her ground. "How so..?" She never once break eyes contact. "You can not be. Our eyes are different." Even thought she had just denied, she does see the ressemblance of each other. Their aura but Coventina' is still weaker.

"Well." She chuckles. "You were me."

"I was you?" Coventina repeats.

The Queen nods in agreement, a hint of a smile touching the edges of her lips. "You are correct," she concedes, "we were once the same person, a single being divided by the threads of time and circumstance. We were one, but now we stand as separate entities, bound together by a shared history that has faded into memory."

She tilts her head to the side, studying Coventina intently. "But do not be mistaken, dear one, we are still two halves of a whole."

"I.." Coventina hesitates. She looks around her. "I do not understand. I was you?"

The Queen nods again, her expression patient and understanding. "You were me," she reiterates, "or at least, a part of me, a fragment that broke away from the whole, taking form and shape all its own."

She takes a step closer, her footsteps making not a sound upon the dark, featureless ground. "We are reflections of each other," she murmurs, "two sides of the same coin, destined to be together yet forever apart."

Coventina takes her time to disgest the information. "What is your name?" She demands from the Queen who never allow others to demand from her. She finds it amusing. "Odelia Aithne Morningstar." She replies to the young version of herself.

Odelia Aithne Morningstar. The name rolled off her tongue like a whisper on the wind, soft and lyrical. It sounded like a name of power, a name that should be reverently whispered in shadows and feared among men.

"That is my name," Odelia confirms arching an eyebrow at Coventina's demand. "And what is yours, dear one? It is not everyday I stand before a reflection of myself."

"Don't you know it already?" The audacity of Coventina amused Odelia more than she care to admit. Coventina raises a brow to the woman who claimed to be her. "Its Coventina Diana Hera Potter."

Odelia snorts. "From Fire to Water." She mutteres. "Ridiculous." She lifts Coventina's chin. "You have her with you." She tells her.

"Her?" Coventina was confuse. "Your silver guardian." Odelia snaps her fingers."I do not have all time here, little me. This is a new life and me standing in front of you is one of the many secrets Antares Regulus Black hides from you." Coventina's eyes widens.

He knew.

"I can not stay here and explain everything to you but you will learn over the time. For now, you need to get stronger and become to my level." She smirks. "You would not want to stay a weak and meak girl would you?" She taunts Coventina. "We have the World to rule. You need to wake and take back our rightful throne." Her words made something snaps in Coventina.

"Rightful throne." Her throne. Her power. Her life. Everything was hers, how could she forget about who she was?

"Wake up, little one. Your Antares is waiting for you."

"My Antares?" She whispers.

"Yes, he is yours is not he?" Coventina looks up at Odelia. "...mine?" Odelia steps back from Coventina.

"When I tells you to take our throne back, its also to take everything that belongs to you. You may not remember everything for now but whats matter more is to take them back. Fates can not be our downfall, do you hear me?" Odelia was firm and without pity in her tone.

"I can not even control my very own magic." Coventina whispers, she was not like the woman in front of her. She was nothing like her. But she could be.

Odelia's figure retreats into the vast and endless darkness, her presence receding like a fading dream. Yet her words linger in the air, echoing with an ethereal resonance that carries the weight of a solemn oath.

"Learn to control your magic, for it belongs to us all," her voice whispers, "and should you fail, all we have sacrificed, all we have fought for, will be for nothing."

Coventina is left in the darkness, the faint echo of Odelia's footsteps slowly fading away, leaving only the vast emptiness and the weight of responsibility that now rests upon her shoulders.

"...my Antares."

"...ma déesse."

Her eyes widens, she gasps. Her hand over her mouth. She whimpers, looking up from the empty void. There were no void, simply voices and bright light. She was in the great hall. In front of her were Antares who was caressing her hair gently, Aelora and Draco who looks like they were save from a very angry dragon's wrath. Her father and papa looking at her worriedly. Someone was not here.

"We were so worried!" Aelora hugs her tightly.

"A-Aerys." She mutters out of nowhere. "Is she here?" She demands more firmly. "Tell me where is Aerys!" Altair looks at her.

"She is with Emrys. She was anxious when she could not sense you."

Not sense her.

She. was. Odelia. Aithne. Morningstar.

Her eyes darkens, her fists clenches. They hide eveything from her like she was some frail little girl. Aerys and Antares. She turns to Antares and says something that made everyone's jaw drop.

"You are mine."