"' YEARS THIS WAY!" called a familiar voice. Draco, Aelora and Delphina turned and saw the gigantic outline of Hagrid at the other end of the platform, beckoning the terrified- looking new students forward for their traditional journey across the lake.

"All right, you six?" Hagrid yelled over the heads of the crowd. They
waved at him, but had no chance to speak to him because the mass of
people around them was shunting them away along the platform.

The three lions and three snakes followed the rest of the school along the platform and out onto a rough mud track, where at least a hundred stagecoaches awaited the remaining students, each pulled Coventina could only assume, by an invisible horse, because when they climbed inside and shut the door, the coach set off all by itself, bumping and swaying in procession.

"It's really surprising to see lions and snakes together." Dumbledore comments.

"I am originally a snake in the lion's den." Coventina admitted without much care.

"I am a Ravenclaw." Anastacius exclaims with a deep sigh.

"And I am a fellow Hufflepuff!!" Aelora grins.

The coach smelled faintly of mold and straw. Coventina felt better since the
chocolate, she like it a bit too much. Aelora and Antares kept looking at her sideways, as though frightened she might collapse again.

"I would have catch you." Antares smiles though he was annoyed at himself for letting her fall the first time.

"Whatever you say, Black." Coventina smirks. "Oh, little Goddess."

As the carriage trundled toward a pair of magnificent wrought iron gates, flanked with stone columns topped with winged boars, Coventina saw two more towering, hooded dementors, standing guard on either side.

The younger students shivered in fear as they start clinging to their friends.

A wave of cold sickness threatened to engulf him again; she leaned back into the lumpy seat and closed her eyes until they had passed the
gates. The carriage picked up speed on the long, sloping drive up to the
castle.

Delphine was drawing every little thing she was seeing from outside, she tried to draw Draco but the latter glared at her coldly when he saw a ferret instead.

The hall was full of laugher, more from Blaise and Barty who were holding their stomach.

"It's reminds me when Pandora drawn a black cat and write the name 'Regulus Black' under it!" Barty exclaims.

"You-!" Regulus throws his book at him.

At last, the carriage swayed to a halt,
and Anastacius and Coventina were the first that got out. As Coventina stepped down, a drawling, delighted voice sounded in her ear.

"Potter, did you actually faint? Is Longbottom telling the truth? You actualy fainted?" Parkinson elbowed past Delphina who scoffed and stop her from blocking Coventina's way up the stone steps to the castle, her face gleeful and his pale eyes glinting maliciously.

"So annoying." Antares mutters.

"Skip!"

"Leave her alone, Parkinson!" Aelora clenched her hand. "Did you faint as well, Nikova?" said Parkinson loudly.

"Nope but I can show our dear Apex! He has grown up, you will see." Aelora smile sweetly, too sweetly.

"Did the scary old dementor frighten you too?" "Is there a problem?" said a mild voice. Professor Lupin had just gotten out of the next carriage.

"My wife saving the day as always." Sirius grins.

"Future wife." Remina corrects him unaware of the frown of her future husband's face.

"Wife. My wife." Sirius adds firmly before pouting at the blushes on Remina's cheeks.

"How weird." Antares frowns watching them.

Parkinson gave Professor Lupin an insolent stare, which took in the patches on her robes and the dilapidated suitcase. With a tiny hint of sarcasm in her voice, he said, "Oh, no - er - Professor," then she smirked at Crabbe and Goyle and led them up the steps into the castle.

"What a spoiled brat." Bellatrix scoffs.

The six of them joined the crowd swarming up the steps, through the giant oak front doors, into the cavernous entrance hall, which was lit with flaming torches, and housed a magnificent marble staircase that led to the upper floors.

The door into the Great Hall stood open at the right; Coventina followed the crowd toward it, but had barely glimpsed the enchanted ceiling, which
was black and cloudy tonight, when a voice called, "Potter! Black! I
want to see you both!"

"That's always what Minnie says when we are in trouble." James sweat drops.

Achilles raises a brow and smiles lightly, "She is not in trouble, she is trouble."

"That doesn't help."

Coventina let out a sigh while Antares pouted. Professor McGonagall,
Transfiguration teacher and head of Gryffindor House, was calling over
the heads of the crowd. She was a stern looking witch who wore her hair in a tight bun; her sharp eyes were framed with square spectacles.

"There's no need to look so worried -- I just want a word in MY office,"
she told them. "Move along there, Malfoy."

"Opssie." Euphemia smiles.

Draco stared as Professor McGonagall away from the chattering crowd; they accompanied her across the entrance hall, up the marble staircase, and along a corridor.

"Are we in trouble or what?" Draco asked Coventina. "Why don't you ask her?" Draco rolled his eyes.

"She will put her claws on me."

"Mister Malfoy!" Draco gulps, "Yes Minnie, the most amazing cat in the world?"

Regulus frowns obviously offend.

Once they were in her office, a small room with a large, welcoming fire,
Professor McGonagall motioned Coventina and Antares to sit down. She settled herself behind her desk and said abruptly, "Professor Lupin sent an owl ahead to say that you were taken ill on the train, Miss Potter."

Before Coventina could reply, there was a soft knock on the door and Madam Pomfrey, the nurse, came bustling in. Coventina frowned annoyed, it was bad enough that she'd
passed out, or whatever she had done, without everyone making all this
fuss.

"Understable, actually."

"Give her some private time duh."

"I'm fine," she said, "I don't need anything." "Oh, it's you, is it?" said Madam Pomfrey, ignoring this and bending down to stare closely at her.

"I suppose you've been doing something dangerous?"

"Maybe." Coventina smirks.

"It was a dementor, Poppy," said Professor McGonagall.

They exchanged a dark look, and Madam Pomfrey clucked disapprovingly. "Setting dementors around a school, she muttered, pushing back Coventina's hair and feeling her forehead but Coventina quickly pushed it away.

"That was kind of harsh," Fabian tells her not wanting to sound rude.

"I don't appreciate being touch." She told Madam Promfey who nodded as she understood the girl.

"Okay, I get it." Fabian sigh.

"She won't be the last one who collapses. Terrible things, they are, and the effect they have on people who are already delicate."

Anastacius smiles, he was happy that he was not the only one who see Coventina as such, she was truly like a glass but unfortunately people broke it, broke her.

"I'm not delicate!" said Coventina crossly. She was deeply offended, she had literally gotten rid of a mini dark lord, and they are calling her delicate?

"Okay, she is kind of right." Dorcas nods at the girl's words

"Of course you're not," said Madam Pomfrey absentmindedly, now taking
her pulse. "What does she need?" said Professor McGonagall crisply. "Bed rest? Should she perhaps spend tonight in the hospital wing?"

Euphemia smiles, she knew her best friend was worried even when she hides it behind a stern look.

"I'm fine." said Coventina, jumping up. "Well, she should have some chocolate, at the very least," said Madam Pomfrey, who was now trying to peer into Coventina's eyes. "I've already had some," said Coventina.

"Professor Lupin gave me some. Shee
gave it to all of us." "Did she, now?" said Madam Pomfrey approvingly. "So, we've finally got a Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher who knows her remedies?"

Remina smiles at the words, she was happy to know that she will be helping those poor students.

"Are you sure you feel all right, miss Potter?" Professor McGonagall said
sharply. "Yes," replies Coventina firmly. "Very well."

Coventina, Draco and Antares went back into the corridor with Madam Pomfrey, who left for the hospital wing, muttering to herself that she had to wait only a few minutes;

To Coventina's surprise, they were followed by Professor McGonagall, and the three of them made their way back down the marble staircase to the Great Hall. It was a sea of pointed black hats; each of the long House tables was lined with students, their faces glimmering by the light of thousands of candles, which were floating over the tables in midair.

Professor Flitwick, who was a tiny little wizard with a shock of white hair, was carrying an ancient hat and a three-legged stool out of the hall.
New students at Hogwarts were sorted into Houses by trying on the
sorting Hat, which shouted out the House they were best suited to
(Gryffindor, Ravenclaw, Hufflepuff, or Slytherin).

Professor McGonagall strode off toward her empty seat at the staff table, and Coventina set off in the other direction, as quietly as possible, toward the Gryffindor table. People looked around at them as they passed along the back of the hall, and a few of them pointed at her. Had the story of her collapsing in front of the dementor traveled that fast?

"People love that."

"Like seriously, there is something that is called 'private'. Don't they know that?"

Some students complain, most the muggle born and half-blood but they were right.

"Why were we even called?" Antares asked Draco with an annoyed glint in his eyes.

"Remina is like that when she gets call for Sirius's trouble." Narcissa smiles at the piece of information.

"Maybe because they dementors were searching for your dad?" Draco replied sarcastically.

"Quiet down, the old man is standing." Delphina told the boys as the sat at their table.

"Old man? Young girl have some respect!" Delphina rolled her eyes at Molly. "You insolent br-"

"Finish that sentence, I dare you." Rodolphus and Rabastan glares at her while Marlene were being held by Alice who was gulping.

Professor Dumbledore, though very old, always gave an impression of great energy. He had several feet of long silver hair and beard, half-moon spectacles, and an extremely crooked nose. He was often described as the greatest wizard of the age.

"What a joke." Achilles smirks at Thanatos. "It's seemed that you are one now, Morty." He teases Death.

"Laskos." Thanatos frowns.

"Welcome!" said Dumbledore, the candlelight shimmering on his beard.
"Welcome to another year at Hogwarts! I have a few things to say to you all, and as one of them is very serious, I think it best to get it out of the way before you become befuddled by our excellent feast...." Dumbledore cleared his throat and continued,

"As you will all be aware after their search of the Hogwarts Express, our school is presently playing host to some of the dementors of Azkaban, who are here on Ministry of Magic business." He paused; He was not being happy with the dementors guarding the school.

"They are stationed at every entrance to the grounds," Dumbledore
continued, "and while they are with us, I must make it plain that nobody
is to leave school without permission. Dementors are not to be fooled by
tricks or disguises -- or even Invisibility Cloaks," he added blandly,
and his eyes went on Coventina, when he mentioned the invisible cloak.

Fleamont smiles, the legacy of the Peverell brothers were continuing
through his family line.

"Did not you steal it?" Aelora asked Coventina who was sipping her hand made juice. "I merely took back what belong to my family line." Coventina replies.

"I agree with her." Daphne shrugs.

"It is not in the nature of a dementor to understand pleading or excuses. I therefore warn each and every one of you to give them no reason to harm you. I look to the prefects, and our new Head Boy and Girl, to make sure that no student runs afoul of the dementors," he said. Percy, who was sitting a few seats down from Weasley, puffed out his chest again and stared around impressively.

"Show off." Blaise rolls his eyes.

Dumbledore paused again; he looked
very seriously around the hall, and nobody moved or made a sound.
"On a happier note," he continued, I am pleased to welcome two new
teachers to our ranks this year."

"First, Professor Remina Lupin, who has kindly consented to fill the post of Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher."

"Go Moony!!" The Marauders cheers,
yes, even Peter.

There was some scattered, rather unenthusiastic applause. Only those who had been in the compartment on the train with Professor Lupin clapped hard, Aelora among them.

Remina smiles at the sweet girl.

Professor Lupin looked particularly shabby next to all the other teachers in their best robes. "Look at Snape!" Weasley hissed in Granger's ear.

Professor Snape, the Potions master, was staring along the staff table
at Professor Lupin. It was common knowledge that Snape wanted the
Defense Against the Dark Arts job, but even Coventina, who hated Snape, was startled at the expression twisting his thin, sallow face. it was beyond anger: it was loathing.

"Hate her all you want; it won't fucking kill my daughter." Achilles tells Snape with disdain.

"Of course, it won't, he is nothing to
me." Coventina shrugs before grinning at the proud smiles her father had.

She knew that expression only too well; it was the look Snape wore every time he set eyes on Coventina. "As to our second new appointment," Dumbledore continued as the lake warm applause for Professor Lupin died away.

"Well, I am sorry to tell you that Professor Kettle burn, our Care of Magical Creatures teacher, retired at the end of last year in order to enjoy more time with his remaining limbs. However, I am delighted to say that his place will be filled by none other than Rubeus Hagrid, who has agreed to take on this teaching job in addition to his gamekeeping duties."

Granger leaned forward to see Hagrid, who was ruby-red in the face and staring down at his enormous hands, his wide grin hidden in the tangle of his black beard.

"We should've known!" Weasley roared, pounding the table. "Who else would have assigned us a biting book?"

Blaise snickers when he remembers the time Draco was turned into a ferret. He can't wait to see more.

Professor Dumbledore started speaking again, they saw that Hagrid was wiping his eyes on the tablecloth.
"Well, I think that's everything of importance," said Dumbledore. "Let
the feast begins!"

The golden plates and goblets before them filled suddenly with food and
drink. It was a delicious feast; the hall echoed with talk, laughter, and the clatter of knives and forks.

"Hungry." Aelora pouts which quickly disappeared when a bowl of gummies was placed in front of her.

"Don't eat all, your stomach could star hurting." Coventina warns.

"Yes, Venti!"

At long last, when the last morsels of pumpkin tart had melted from the
golden platters, Dumbledore gave the word that it was time for them all
to go to bed, and they got their chance.

"Congratulations, Hagrid!" Hermione squealed as they reached the teachers' table. "All down there, you three," said Hagrid, wiping his shining face on his napkin as he looked up at them., "Can' believe it... great man, Dumbledore... came straight down to me hut after Professor Kettle burn said he'd had enough.... It's what I always wanted. --" Overcome with emotion, he buried his face in his napkin, and Professor
McGonagall shooed them away.

"Was this a good decision?" Professor McGonagall asks herself.

Coventina, Anastacius and Aelora joined the Gryffindors streaming up the marble staircase and, very tired now, along more corridors, UP more and more stairs, to the hidden entrance to Gryffindor Tower's large portrait of a fat lady in a pink dress asked them, "Password?"

Coventina hated the color.

"Me too, I prefer it lighter." James informs his daughter.

"I like it paler, so that it would actually be cute, but this type of pink is too much, my eyes hurt because of it." Coventina replies.

"Stop people from wearing
this color." Antares nods.

"Coming through, coming through!" Percy called from behind the crowd.
"The new password's 'Fortuna Major'!"

Through the portrait hole and across the common room, the girls and boys
divided toward their separate staircases. They reached their familiar.

Coventina entered her chamber, she had made sure to disinfected it since Ginny Weasley entered it last year, well- Coventina had just allowed her to enter without Ginny herself, knowing.

If Coventina didn't take off her barrier, Ginny Weasley would have end up like a fried fish.

"What!?" Molly and Arthur gasps.

"Next time, she should not enter a chamber without permission." Blaise shrugs.

"She was dumb." Theodore tells them.

"Dumb as hell."

She slowly made her way toward her bed, taking off the robe on her leave her in only a white shirt and red skirt. Lifting up her skirt, she took the dagger that she hide on her thigh.

"Close your fucking eyes!" Achilles, Lucius, Antares, Sirius and Fleamont states firmly.

"No need, I was not undressing." Coventina rolls her eyes.

"Hmfp." Sirius and Achilles frowns.

She remembers seeing the dagger fall from a dark art book that she has not finish reading. The same dagger she stabbed Riddle's diary.

Dumbledore looks at it, he knew that a simple dagger couldn't just kill a hocrux so how powerful was that simple dagger?

"How can someone preserve a bit of his soul in an object? It's make no sense." She muttered curiously.

Another thing she need to discover but first, she need to sleep first because Aelora will soon come at six to wake her up without pity.

"You need to stop that." Coventina groans. "Why?" Aelora smiles, mischief in her eyes.

"Because I says so."

"Nope." Aelora giggles.