COVENTINA FOUND HOW, many students were so stupid and amusing at the same times because people have started calling her 'The heir of Slytherin".

"Many people will leave her alone thanks to this." Evans shrugs.

"I hope so." James who hear him mutters softly. Marlene chuckles, she was still not over how cute her best friend is.

"Lily does not deserve him." She thought as feeling of annoyance wash over her.

Coventina watched the wall where the mrs. Norris was attacked, The scene was just as it had been that night, except that there was no stiff cat hanging from the torch bracket, and an empty chair stood against the wall bearing the message "The Chamber of Secrets has been Opened."

"Slytherin, how many secret does those snakes hide?" She whispered before her way toward the girl's toilet.

It was the gloomiest, most depressing bathroom Coventina had ever set
foot in. Under a large, cracked, and spotted mirror were a row of
chipped sinks.

The floor was damp and reflected the dull light givenoff by the stubs of a few candles, burning low in their holders; the wooden doors to the stalls were flaking and scratched and one of them was dangling off its hinges.

Coventina put her fingers to her lips and set off toward the end stall. When she reached it she said, "Hello, Myrtle, how are you?"

Moaning Myrtle was floating above the tank of the toilet, picking a spot on her chin. "Who is that?" Shr pointed at Antares.

"Wha-" Coventina turned around, "What are you doing here?" She asked confusedly. "I couldn't let you go around alone." He smiled charmingly.

"A real gentleman." Dorcas smiles and elbow Barty, "Take some advice from him." She snickers.

"Can't say the same for you," Narcissa kisses Lucius's cheek.

"What are you talking?" said Myrtle, staring at him. "Nothing," said Antares quickly. "We wanted to ask -"

"I wish people would stop talking behind my back!" said Myrtle, in a
voice choked with tears. "I do have feelings, you know, even if I am
dead -"

"No one want to upset you." Antares frowns. "No one wants to upset me! That's a good one!" howled Myrtle.

"My life was nothing but misery at this place and now people come along
ruining my death!"

"We wanted to ask you if you've seen anything strange lately." Coventina said "Because a cat was attacked right outside your front door on Halloween."

"Did you see anyone or something that night?" Antares asked. "I wasn't paying attention," said Myrtle dramatically.

"Peeves upset meso much I came in here and tried to kill myself Then, of course, I remembered that I'm - that I'm-"

"Dead." Said Antares bluntly.

"Wrong move, she hate when people remind her of that." Sirius let out a dramatic sighs.

"How would you know?" Narcissa asks.

"Oh- you don't wanna know, cousin." He replies. "I do though.." Narcissa pouts.

Myrtle gave a tragic sob, rose up in the air, turned over, and dived head
first into the toilet, splashing water all over them and vanishing from sight, although from the direction of her muffled sobs, she had come to rest somewhere in the U-bend.

"Let's go." Coventina grabbed Antares's wrist and dragged him
out. "Don't ever follow me, I already have to deal with Weasley-" Antares raised a brow.

"Weasley followed you around?" He asked, his tone was cold which caught Coventina by surprise. "Yes," She sighed.

"And people, this is what you call 'possessiveness'," Evan smirks.

"Hm," Achilles sighs, he lay his head on James's lap while he went back to a light sleep where he could still hear the movies.

"I didn't allow you to sleep on my
lap." James looks away. "Hm, don't
care." Achilles replies.

"Of course, you don't, you never
do care." James murmured softly.

Coventina quickly pinned Antares against the wall, her hand covering his mouth which confused him.

"If you're talking about Malfoy -" "Of course I am!" said Weasley. "You heard him - 'You'll be next, Mudbloods!'- come on, you've only got to look at his foul rat face to know it's him -"

Antares's eyes widened, those two were talking about his cousin being the Heir of Slytherin? They are more stupid than he thought.

"Malfoy, the Heir of Slytherin?" said Granger skeptically. "Look at his family," said Weasley, closing his books, too.

"The whole lot of them have been in Slytherin; he's always boasting about it. They could easily be Slytherin's descendants. His father's definitely evil enough."

"Pretty sure that Lucius would be
proud if it was real." Peter snickers.

"Tsk, my son is clearly very smart, filthy snakes." Molly rolls her eyes.

"Why is he on his lap?" Lily thought bitterly while glaring at Achilles who was sleeping with his head on James's lap.

"They couldve had the key to the Chamber of Secrets for centuries!" said Weasley. "Handing it down, father to son..."

"Well," said Weasley cautiously, "I suppose it's possible..."But how do we prove it?" said Weasley darkly. "There might be a way," said Granger slowly, dropping her voice still further with a quick glance across the room at Percy.

"Of course, it would be difficult. And dangerous, very dangerous. We'd be breaking about fifty school rules, I expect -"

"Just talk already!" Coventina thought.

"I would be just like her in those type
of situation." Sirius pouts.

"You never take thing serious,
Sirius." Regulus states.

"It's being Sirius!" Regulus sighs,

"See?"

"If, in a month or so, you feel like explaining, you will let us know,
won't you?" said Weasley irritably.

"All right," said Granger. "What we'd need to do is to get inside the Slytherin common room and ask Malfoy a few questions without him realizing it's us."

"How so?" "All we'd need would be some Polyjuice Potion." "What's that?" said Weasley.

"What. An. Idiot." Coventina whispered. "Hmm!" Antares
nodded.

"Snape mentioned it in class a few weeks ago -" "D'you think I have got nothing better to do in Potions than listen to Snape?" muttered Weasley.

"It transforms you into somebody else. Think about it! We could change into three of the Slytherins. No one would know it was us. Malfoy would probably tell us anything. He's probably boasting about it in the Slytherin common room right now,
if only we could hear him."

"This Polyjuice stuff sounds a bit dodgy to me," said Weasley, frowning.
"What if we were stuck looking like three of the Slytherins forever?" "It wears off after a while," said Granger, waving her hand impatiently.

"He is really stupid-" Fabian pause, "You are right, brother." Gideon continue.

"You two! Stop insulting your future nephew!" Molly shouts. "It's called stating facts." Gideon replies.

Meanwhile Remina wince hearing Molly shouting, luckily Sirius glares at Molly shuting her up.

"Thank you." Remina whispers, "Anything for you." He replies.

"But getting hold of the recipe will be very difficult. Snape said it was in a book called Moste Potente Potions and it's bound to be in the Restricted Section of the library."

There was only one way to get out a book from the Restricted Section: You needed a signed note of permission from a teacher.

"Hard to see why we'd want the book, really," said Weasley, "if we weren't going to try and make one of the potions." "I think," said Granger, "that if we made it sound as though we were just interested in the theory, we might stand a chance..."

"Oh, come on, no teacher's going to fall for that," said Weasley. "They'd have to be really thick..."

Coventina waited for them to finally leave for her to take her hand off over Antares's mouth. "Go warn your cousin." She state firmly.

"Draco is not Slytherin's heir." Antares answered, "I know."

"How could she believe him?" Lily scoffs in disbelief and crosses her arms.

James sighs, he uncounciously run his finger throught Achilles's hair unaware of the look Sirius, Remina, Marlene and Euphemia were sharing.

"My baby boy!" Fleamont thought while frowning. "We need to l-" Euphemia glares at him. "Let them." She said firmly. "But love-"

"Fleamont Charlus Potter."

"I am sorry."

"Then I shall do as you wish, ma déesse." Antares smiled charmingly once again before walking away.

"Ma reine."

My Queen.

"Goddess to princess to queen."

"She deserve every title!"