THE SUN RISES ─ a sight that they all have forgotten in the darkness. Having passing ─ Thanos knew how many times in the Great Hall ─ Everyone groans at the sun. Their eyes are being covered by their hands. Laugher could be heard. All the tension surprisingly left the room, it was confusing yet comforting. Some had even wondered if Aether have taken his brother, Thanatos's place. Everything was going well. No fire on sight, no rain or arguing ─ Albus Dumbledore and his minions were kicked out of the Great Hall, locked in a cell in the underworld.
Oh ─ and James Potter was staring at his future husband in a star-struck way, ad lovesick as Sirius Black was staring at Remina Lupin. And let's not forget how happy Antares seems to be.

Hold up.

Antares Black looks happy. The way everyone turns to take a look at him almost make Euphemia wince. Thie necks could have snap with how fast they were.

A grin was on Antares's face. Coventina has her hand in his, she was stroking his ring tenderly. Her head leaning on his shoulder, his chin on her head, they are lost in their own little worlds. Coventina
─ ruthless little Coventina who always hexs her friends when they are being annoying was currently smiling. Not a malicious smile ─ a sweet one. One that Antares would kill for. He did. More than once. They looks like two teenagers in love and they were. After so many glares, insults, secrets and lies, Antares gains the peace he wants for so long.

Meanwhile Achilles feels like throwing up. His little girl was corrupted. His flesh and blood was cuddling with a fucking Black. He would not go as far as to say that he had a problem with the Black family but did not they already have Narcissa Black? His daughter did not even need a man by her side. Even worse ─ His elder son was with a blonde brat who has a good taste in fashion. His blood-adopted kids were also hopelessly in love. Where the hell did they got that trait─wrong question. He sweatdrops.

A sigh slips out of his lips, his lips twitches. He admits that he was being dramatic. His children were alive and happy and that what's matter more but damn it. They have no reason to have a lover. The only one he accepted is the sunshine blonde girl that reminded him of rainbow. The girl is going to be a Laskos. The boys were planning to take his other children from him.

"Stop overthinking." His beloved says softly. Achilles's grey eyes focus entirely on those hazel eyes. His life, a grin on his lips poking Achilles's cheek. "They are in good hands." James says happily.

Achilles groans.

"You are only saying that because that devil spawn is Sirius's brat." Achilles pauses for a second. "And what about the Prince brat?" James bites his lip. "He is not like his father. Aelora is happy too, don't you see?" He glances at her. She was laughing, in her arms was the puppy that he got her. How in hell did that pup get in here? Not important.

What's important is that James was right. She was not laughing because of the puppy. She was laughing because of the boy who was making grimaces and saying jokes ─ because he wants her to be happy. Even if Achilles finds it hard to accept ─ all four were in good hands.

Coventina, feels the weight of Achilles's dramatic disapproval, the silent confusion of the others. She knew that their happiness was a target, a fragile flame that could be extinguished with a single breath. She subtly tightened her grip on Antares's hand, a silent promise of protection, a reminder that they were in this together.

Despite this, she feels amuse. Her father pouting. The great and scary Achilles Laskos who came back from the dead was acting like a chicken dad. But unlike her, was Antares, despite the joy he feels, couldn't shake the feeling that something was amiss. The peace felt too sudden, too complete. He knew that the darkness had not simply vanished; it had merely retreated, biding its time.

He looks around the Great Hall, his eyes scanning the faces of his court, his family, searching for a sign, a clue. He feels a small grip on his hand and he softens, his déesse. "God, your smile make my day." Coventina smirks, for a second ─ Sirius saw the reflection of James through Coventina. "Is that so, rubrum stella?"

Antares chuckles, a low yet husky sound that made Coventina's heart fluttered. A frustrate sound escapes her. "I will never get used to that heart mine." She mumbles, not seeing the shadow over Antares's at her words. It quickly fade away as he grins, lowering his face and kissing her. Coventina gasps, slowly kissing back.

It was a slow, deliberate kiss, a silent conversation that speaks of shares secrets and unspoken promises. The world around them seemed to fade away, the lingering tensions of the Great Hall dissolving into the warmth of their embrace. Coventina's hands, which had been resting lightly on Antares's chest, tightened their grip, pulling him closer.
When they finally break apart, a faint blush colored Coventina's cheeks, and her usually sharp eyes held a soft, almost vulnerable look. Antares, his own eyes dark with affection, brushed a stray strand of hair from her face.

"And I," he murmurs, his voice a low rumble against her ear, "will never tire of hearing you say it." A playful smirk tugs at the corner of Coventina's lips. "Say what?" she teases, though her voice was breathy.

"That I makes your heart flutter," he replies, his grin widening.

Coventina rolls her eyes, but a small smile played on her lips. "Arrogant," she mutters, though the word held no real bite.

"Only when I have reason to be," Antares retorts, his eyes sparkling with amusement. Suddenly, a cough, carefully disguised as a clearing of the throat, interrupted their moment. They turned to see Sirius standing a few feet away, a mischievous glint in his eyes. "As much as I enjoy watching you two lovebirds," he says, his voice laces with mock exasperation, "some of us have other things to do."

Antares groans, a hint of annoyance in his voice. "Like what? Annoying my mother?"

Sirius feigns offense. "I am a gentleman. I would never annoy Remina." He then winks. "At least, not intentionally."
Remina, who was standing beside Sirius, simply shook her head, a fond smile playing on her lips. "Ignore him," she says to Antares and Coventina. "He's just trying to escape Achilles's wrath."

Coventina sweatdrops, she can feel her father's dangerous glare from where she was. Sirius turns to Antares. "Everybody thinks of me as the 'good' or 'rebellious' Black but they forgot that I am still a Black." The room tenses at the reminder, eyes falling on Sirius ─ his family ─ Regulus Black, Walburga Black and Orion Black turns their undivides attention on him. Sirius tilts his head.

"You both are hiding something. I can see that you love each other. It obvious. But you─" he looks at Coventina. "Are stubborn as well. A trait from Prongs." A slight smirk makes way on Coventina's lips. "Which mean you would take much more time to accept my overbearing─" Antares protests with a groan. He was not overbearing. Never. "Brat of a son."

Sirius's words hung in the air, thick and heavy. Antares, far from being annoyed, let out a theatrical sigh. "Oh, the agony!" he declares, griping his chest. "To be so transparently adored, yet to have it so cruelly denied! The injustice!" He rolled his eyes, a small, almost imperceptible smirk playing on his lips.

Coventina, let out a sigh, finding the whole situation quite amusing. She tilted her head, a playful glint in her eyes. "My, my, Antares," she said, her voice laced with amusement. "SO dramatic. You should audition for play, Rubrum stella." She was thoroughly enjoying her godfather's sudden, and very public, observations.

"Oh, I assure you, ma déesse," Antares replied, his voice dripping with mock sorrow, "my suffering is quite real. The pain of unrequited affection is a burden few can bear." He pauses, then adds, his voice dropping to a low, teasing whisper, "Especially when the object of my affection is so delightfully... stubborn." His eyes sparkled with a hint of sadism, enjoying the reaction he was provoking.

Sirius chuckles, ignoring Antares' dramatics. A very Black thing to do. "Prongslette, you're practically glowing when this dramatic brat is around. And you, brat," he turned his attention back to him, "you look like a lovesick puppy, albeit a very theatrical one. It's rather amusing, actually."

Regulus, who had been watching the exchange with a quiet intensity, finally speaks up. "Sirius, he is you but worse."

"What? I am not a lovesick puppy!" Sirius proteste/, throwing his hands up in mock offense. "I have never been a lovesick puppy!"

Everyone in the room gives him a collective, knowing side-eye. Sirius sweatdrops, suddenly feeling very exposes. "Okay, maybe a little," he mumbles, his voice trailing off. "But that's beside the point!"

Antares, meanwhile, let out a soft, almost purring chuckle. "Oh, father," he says, his voice dripping with amusement. "You wound me. I strive for originality. To be compared to you, of all people..." He trails off, shaking his head with mock sorrow. "It's simply devastating."

Remine stares at the father and son duo with a sigh. But at least they were not arguing or sending threat to each other.
That was a small mercy, she supposes.

Just as Sirius seems poises to launch into another one of his dramatic sentence, Coventina, perhaps sensing the new coming storm, decided to make a tactical retreat. She rose gracefully from her seat, intending to slip away unnotices. However, before she could even take a single step, an invisible force presses her back down, firmly but gently. Her eyes widenes in surprise, and she turnes to Thanatos, her gaze questioning. He simply shrugs, a hint of amusement playing on his lips.

"I have some rather surprising news," Thanatos announces, his voice cutting through the lingering tension. "We're about to have two guests."

A ripple of curiosity and anticipation spread through the room. Anastasius and Aelora, exchanges puzzled glances, their brows furrowes in question.

Delphina and Draco, leans forward, their eyes sparkling with intrigue. Even Emrys and Aurius, usually so absorbed in their own world, pauses their quiet conversation, their attention drawn to Thanatos.

Achilles and James, tenses slightly, their protective instincts kicking in. They exchanges a silent look, a wordless communication passing between them. Achilles squeezes James's hand gently.

A shimmering portal opened in the center of the room, swirling with soft, pearlescent light. Instead of the usual sense of caution that came with unexpected portals, Coventina feels a wave of calm wash over her. It was the most peaceful magic she has ever senses, a gentle, soothing energy that seems to emanate directly from the portal itself.

She felt her body relax, the tension that had been building in her shoulders melting away. It was like a warm hug for her soul. Even with all the questions she had, she felt safe.

In the quiet expanse of the dimensional void, Odelia leaned forward, her pink eyes sparkling as she watches the events unfolding below. "They're quite spirits," she murmurs, a soft smile playing on her lips. "Always finding themselves in some sort of predicament."

Cyrus Mavros, his dark, curly hair framing his face, remains still, his grey eyes fixes on the scene. "They are... persistent," he replies, his voice a low, steady tone. "Though their actions often lack... direction."

Odelia giggles softly. "Direction? Where's the fun in that?" She tiltes her head, her obsidian hair catching the light. "They're learning, aren't they? Figuring things out as they go just like we did."

Cyrus's gaze flickers to Odelia, a subtle softening in his usually cool expression. "They are learning," he conceds, his voice softening slightly when he addresses her. He then returns his gaze to the scene.

Odelia's smile widens. "It's rather entertaining, don't you think?" she asks, her voice filled with amusement. "Watching them navigate their little dramas."

Cyrus remains silent for a moment, then replies, "It is... an observation." His tone was neutral, but there was an underlying sense of attentiveness, a quiet focus on the details of what was happening. His main focus was to make sure Odelia was entertained.

Odelia's eyes sparkles. She knew that even though he said little, his attention was always on her and her amusement. Cyrus's attention secretly solely on Odelia.

"Shall we go to visit them? More chaos."

Odelia smirks.

"Fine."

Odelia's smirk widens, a mischievous glint in her pink eyes. "Excellent!" she exclaimes, a soft giggle escaping her lips. With a flick of her wrist, a shimmering portal began to form, swirling with colors that echoed the dimensional void.

Cyrus, despite his unamuses chuckle, rose to his feet, his movements fluid and graceful. "Let us keep this... short," he says, his voice a low, steady tone. "We do not want to disrupt their lives too much." Though his words were measures, there was a hint of anticipation in his grey eyes, a subtle acknowledgment of the amusement that Odelia's presence always brings

Odelia, already halfway through the forming portal, turned back, her smile bright. "Oh, don't be such a spoilsport, Cyrus!" she teases. "A little chaos never hurt anyone." She disappeares through the portal, her laughter echoing softly behind her.

Cyrus follows, his expression remaining neutral, but a flicker of warmth in his eyes. He know that Odelia's definition of "a little chaos" was often quite expansive, but he also know that he would follow her anywhere. He steps through the portal, the swirling colors momentarily obscuring his form before they vanished, leaving the dimensional void silent once more.

Cyrus observes the scene with a detaches air, his grey eyes scanning the Great Hall. The sudden appearance of Odelia and himself had certainly causes a stir. Faces are frozen in surprise, whispers rippled through the crowd, and a few drops their utensils with a clatter.

He notes the wide, startled eyes of the young ones, the confuses frowns of the older ones, and the nervous glances exchanges between them. It was a symphony of bewildered expressions, and Cyrus, though outwardly calm, registerea every detail.

Odelia, meanwhile, was already flitting through the hall, her pink eyes sparkling with amusement as she takes in the reactions. She seems to revel in the sudden disruption, her presence a whirlwind of unexpected energy. Cyrus remains a still point amidst the chaos, a silent observer of the unfolding drama. He watches the way Odelia interactes with the startles people, a small smile playing on his lips.

Coventina's eyes narrowes, her usually sharp gaze filled with a flicker of confusion. The woman before her, Coventina's past self, was radiating a warmth that felt utterly foreign. It was like seeing a storm suddenly turn into a sunny day.

"Hello!" Odelia chirpes again, her smile wide and bright. It was a smile that didn't hold a hint of the commanding, almost intimidating presence Coventina remembered. It was a smile that made Coventina's head spin.

Coventina finds herself struggling to reconcile this cheerful figure with the woman who had delivered such stern, almost harsh, advice. The woman who had told her to control her magic and take back her throne with a voice that brooked no argument.

Why was she so... happy? Coventina wonders her thoughts swirling. Why was she so different?

She stands frozen, her mind trying to process the stark contrast between the Odelia she knew and the Odelia standing before her. It was like looking at two different people entirely, and Coventina couldn't help but feel a strange sense of annoyance. Ah. Of course.

Coventina's sharp words cut through the air, and the room seemed to darken, the happy atmosphere replaces by a tense silence. "Wipe that fake smile. I feel like throwing up," she says, her voice fills with a cold disdain. The "sun lovers" groans, clearly not happy with the sudden change.

Odelia's bright smile fade, replaces by a thoughtful expression. "New me," she repeates, her voice soft but clear.

"Fake smile?" Odelia echoes, her pink eyes narrowing slightly. The playful warmth that had been there moments before was replaces by a cool, assessing gaze. "Don't be fooled, Coventina. Just because I'm not frowning doesn't mean I'm any less... me."

She tilts her head, a hint of a smirk playing on her lips. "We're two sides of the same coin, remember? You're just seeing a slightly shinier side for now."
Odelia's gaze swept across the darkens hall, the reactions of the people registering in her mind. "And as for the darkness," she says, her voice dropping to a low, almost purring tone, "don't think I can't bring my own. I just choose not to... right now."

Cyrus, observing the exchange, remained silent. He know Odelia well enough to recognize the subtle shift in her demeanor. She was still Odelia, still possessing that core of strength and, yes, a touch of cruelty, that mirrored Coventina's own. She was simply choosing to express it differently at this moment.

"Enough." Antares lazily looks at Odelia. "Do not make a scene. Why are you both here? Ruining my peaceful moment." The last sentence sent shivers in many's spine.

He leans slightly forward, his gaze fixes on Odelia. "Now, tell me," he says, his voice dropping to a low, almost menacing whisper. "Why are you here? And why have you chosen to grace us with your presence at this particular moment?" He then looks at Coventina, his eyes showing his devotion to her.

"Excitement? Oh, I thought we were bringing a touch of nostalgia," she says, her voice light, but with an underlying edge. "Just a little trip down memory lane, you might say."

She glances around the hall, taking in the startled faces and the tense atmosphere. "And as for why now? Well, wouldn't you agree that timing is everything?" She then looks at Coventina, and gave a small almost unnoticeable nod.

Antares watches her, his smile widening slightly. He knows Odelia well enough to know that she rarely did anything without a reason. He was curious to see what she was planning, but also wary of the potential chaos she might unleash. He also made sure to keep an eye on Coventina, ready to step in if need.

"I am confuse." Evan exclaims, shamelessly interrupting their conversation.

"You always are." Barty muses, tilting his head - yet despite his amusement, he is just ad confuse as the other.

"My apology, I shall introduce myself." Her striking pink eyes turns to face the audience in the hall - their jaws dropping at the goddess looking woman in front of them. A smirk formes on her lips. "Odelia Morningstar and," she pauses, pointing at Cyrus. "This is Cyrus Mavros," Cyrus's grey eyes - one who mirror and equalize the intensity of Antares Black was captivating.

A palpable silence descended upon the hall. The name "Morningstar" elicited a hushed reaction; Arcturus voiced his apprehension, noting the name's infrequent usage in recent decades.

A prefect, his composure noticeably shaken, murmurs, "Mavros... their lineage was believed to be extinct."

Odelia offers a subtle smile. "Extinct?" she counters. "They have merely been dormant." She advances a step, her gaze sweeping across the assembly.

Cyrus maintains a stoic demeanor, his presence radiating a potent, unspoken tension. The atmosphere was charged.
Even Barty, typically vocal, remained silent, his expression one of perplexed observation.

The sudden appearance of Odelia Morningstar and Cyrus Mavros introduced an undeniable sense of unease and intrigue.

"Are you going to play them as if they were fools or will you simply tell everyone who you are?" Aurelius's voice cut through the tense silence, sharp and impatient. He was done with the theatrics. If he could have vanished with Emrys, Coventina, and maybe Anastacius, he would have. The rest of this drama was just... exhausting.

Odelia's pink eyes flickers towards Aurelius, a flicker of amusement dancing within them. "Impatient, aren't we?" she hums, her voice still smooth.

"Very well." She straightens, her gaze sweeping over the crowd once more, this time with a hint of something darker. "We are, as I said, Odelia Morningstar and Cyrus Mavros. But those are merely names, echoes of what we were."

She pauses, letting the weight of her words settle. "We are... remnants. Reborn. We are the echoes of those who walked before, those whose power shaped the very fabric of magic." Cyrus steps forward, his voice a low rumble that resonates through the hall. "We are the past made present. And we are here to... rectify certain imbalances."

"Imbalances?" a nervous voice piped up from the students - first years most likely. "What imbalances?"

Odelia's smile turns sharp. "Those that have allowed the world to stray from its true path. Those that have weakened the very foundations of magic." She looka pointedly at Antares. "Those that have allowed... certain beings to wield power they were never meant to possess."

The air crackled with tension. Everyone was holding their breath, waiting for the inevitable explosion. Draco's eyes darts between Odelia, Cyrus, and Antares, his mind reeling.

"To put it simple," Antares brings all the attention to himself. "Those two intruders are mine and my déesse's one of many past lives."

A wave of confuse murmurs rippled through the hall. Past lives? What did that even mean? James's jaw drops. He looked at Coventina, his sweet daughter, who, surprisingly, seems almost... calm. Her expression was thoughtful, as if she were considering something complex.

Odelia's pink eyes narrows, a flicker of something unreadable passing across her face. "Intruders?" she echoes, her voice laces with a dangerous edge. "We are not intruders, Antares. We are... a reflection."

"A reflection We do not need," Antares retorts, his voice cold. "You are echoes, shadows. Nothing more."

Cyrus shifts slightly, his gaze fixes on Antares. "You deny us, yet you carry our essence within you."

"I am not you," Antares snarls, his hand tightening into a fist. Antares was angry. Too quickly for Coventina's liking. In a sneaky way, Coventina intertwines their fingers. Her voice - one usually lace with calmness turns sharps. "That enough."

The air hung thick, charges with an energy that crackled like winter lightning. "Enough," Coventina's voice, a glacial whisper, cut through the rising tension. Her fingers, interlaces with Antares's, were a delicate vise. "Says your purpose, or be gone."

Odelia's pink eyes, pools of molten fire, flickers. "Patience, ice princess. We are here to dismantle the puppeteer's strings."

"Strings?" Draco's voice was a low growl. "Great, I just find out that I am a puppet and there is another Puppeteer."

Narcissa's eyes widens. "Draco Lucius Malfoy - what did you just say?"

Ignoring the mother and son pair, "Fate's," Cyrus clarifies, his gaze unwavering, like chips of grey ice. "The relentless cycle, the forced rebirth... it need to ends tonight."

A collective gasp rippled through the hall. Coventina felt a tremor, a chilling echo of something ancient. "Fate is not so easily defied."

Odelia's smile, a flash of predatory warmth, sent shivers down the twin's spine. A smile they knew too well. "Fate is a weaver, not a god. And weavers can be... unraveled."

"In that life," Cyrus continues, his voice resonating with an unnerving calm, "I was the shadow, she the flame, and now I am - more like Antares is still the shadow but you are the ice, Coventina." His eyes softens in front of his lover's reincarnation. "Bound by Fate's cruel design, forced to repeat our dance across lifetimes."

Coventina's brow furrowd. She felt a strange dissonance, a sense of something vital missing. "What... what do you intend?"

Odelia steps closer, her eyes burning with an intensity that threatens to consume the very air. "We intend to sever the threads. To break the pattern. To liberate ourselves from Fate's endless play."

"Liberation?" Antares sneers. "And how do you propose to achieve this impossible feat? We tried and we look where we are. You tried."

Cyrus's eyes narrows, "By finding the fulcrum, the point where the threads converge. The moment of... transition."
He paused, a chilling silence falling over the room. "We are here to stop the next reincarnation, to break the loop... by ending one of us." He stars directly at Coventina.

"And we believe, that the ice, must melt first."