THEY SET OFF FOT PROFESSOR MCGONAGALL'S TRANSFIGURATION LESSON. It took them so long to find her classroom that, early as they had left Divination, they were only just in time. Coventina chose a seat right at the back of the room, feeling as though she were sitting in a very low spotlight; yet the rest of the class kept shooting furtive glances at her, as though she were about to drop dead at any moment.

"Is everyone this stupid in the next generation?" Lucius muttered, his head on his fiance's shoulder.

She hardly heard what Professor McGonagall was telling them
about Animagi (wizards who could transform at will into animals), and
wasn't even watching when she transformed herself in front of their eyes into a tabby cat with spectacle markings around her eyes.

"Minnie, you are so cool!!" Marlene smiles brightly, her eyes sparkle at her favorite professor.

"Thank you."

"Really, what has got into you all today?" said Professor McGonagall,
turning back into herself with a faint pop, and staring around at them
all. "Not that it matters, but that's the first time my transformation's
not got applause from a class."

Everybody's heads turned toward Coventina again, but nobody spoke. Then Granger raised her hand. "Please, Professor, we've just had our first Divination class, and we were reading the tea leaves, and-" "Ah, of course," said Professor McGonagall, suddenly frowning.

Professor McGonagall sighed, "Some professors turned the students stupid.?

"There is no need to say any more, Miss Granger. Tell me, which of you
will be dying this year?" Everyone stared at her."Me," said Coventina, finally, looking naturally bored.

"Ahahha!!" Barty laughs. "Her bluntless is everything that I live for."

"Same." Dorcas grined.

Some would asked themselves if she was just born with a bored look or was just bored with everything.

2nd option.

"Ohh, maybe she could join the future prankstars!" Fabian said to his twin brother.

"You are right, bro!" Gideon grined.

"I see," said Professor McGonagall, fixing Coventina with her beady eyes.
"Then you should know, miss Potter, that Sibyll Trelawney has predicted the death of one student a year since she arrived at this school. None of
them has died yet. Seeing death omens is her favorite way of greeting a new class. If it were not for the fact that I never speak ill of my colleagues-"

"Oh, Minnie is lying." Sirius chuckles, as he remembered everytime he would turned into his animagus and hear McGonagall complaining about her stupud colleagues.

Professor McGonagall broke off, and they saw that her nostrils had gone
white. She went on, more calmly, "Divination is one of the most
imprecise branches of magic. I shall not conceal from you that I have very little patience with it. True Seers are very rare, and Professor Trelawney-"

The word 'seers' catched Coventina's attention quicker than any chocolate ever did. She raised a brow and smirked. She already know what to
do after class.

"Oh oh." Fleamont let out a sigh, "Something tells me that she already found one." He murmured.

"You said something, husband?" Euphemia asked him sweetly.

"Ah merely my curiousity, sweet wife." He replied softly to the woman of his life.

Professor McGonagall stopped again, and then said, in a very matter-of-fact tone, "You look in excellent health to me, miss Potter, so you will excuse me if I don't let you off homework today. I assure you that if you die, you need not hand it in."

"I am very rassures, thank you professor." Coventina smiled at McGonagall and she smiled back in returned.

"Favorite child" Evan smiled "Check." Regulus added after him.

"I am totally." Coventina shrugged her shoulders, with a smirk.

Not everyone was convinced,
however. When the Transfiguration class had finished, they joined the crowd thundering toward the Great Hall for lunch.

Hagrid was waiting for his class at the door of his hut. He stood in his
moleskin overcoat, with Fang the boarhound at his heels, looking
impatient to start. "C'mon, now, get a move on!" he called as the class approached. "Got a real treat for yeh today! Great lesson comin' up! Everyone here? Right, follow me!"

"I don't thing it's good that he is the one teaching them." Lily muttered, she was very confused and full of bitterness.

Why was she not her mother? Why was not James with her instead of being with - a man. She was so much better!

For one nasty moment, Coventina thought that Hagrid was going to lead them into the forest; However, Hagrid strolled off around the edge of the
trees, and five minutes later, they found themselves outside a kind of
paddock. There was nothing in there.

"Everyone gather 'round the fence here!" he called. "That's it- make
sure yeh can see- now, firs' thing yeh'll want ter do is open yer books-"

"How?" said the cold, voice of Draco Malfoy. "Eh?" said Hagrid. "How do we open our books?" Draco repeated. He took out his copy of The Monster Book of Monsters, which he had bound shut with a length of rope.
Other people took theirs out too; some, like Coventina, had belted their
book shut; others had crammed them inside tight bags or clamped them
together with binder clips.

"He is right." Blaise chuckled, he remembered that his friend was in a sour mood that day.

"Hasn'- hasn' anyone bin able ter open their books?" said Hagrid,
looking crestfallen. The class all shook their heads. "Yeh've got ter stroke 'em," said Hagrid, as though this was the most obvious thing in the world. "Look-" He took Aelora's copy and ripped off the Spellotape that bound it. The book tried to bite, but Hagrid ran a giant forefinger down its spine, and the book shivered, and then fell open and lay quiet in his hand.

"Truly a bad idea." Euphemia muttered.

"Oh, how silly we've all been!" Draco said sarcastically. "We should have stroked them! why didn't we guess!"
"I -- I thought they were funny," Hagrid said uncertainly to Hermione.
"Oh, tremendously funny!" said Draco. "Really witty, giving us books
that try and rip our hands off!"

"Draco!" Narcissa looked at her son sternly, she knew he was right but he should respect adults.

"Sorry, mother." Draco shrink in his couch, he knew asking his father help would be useless.

"Draco, enough." Delphina told him, placing her hand on his shoulder. "But-"  "Draco, shut it." Antares crossed his eyes, sending a cold glare at him.

"I have no time for stupidity." For a moment those who heard Antares was confused to why he was suddenly so cold but they quickly 'place it together' and said to themselves that it was because of his father. Sirius Black. Or so they thought it was. "Fine." Draco rolled his eyes, looking away.

"Scared, Draco?" Delphina laughs. "Oh shut up!" Draco scoffed

Trotting toward them were a dozen of the most bizarre creatures Aelora
had ever seen. They had the bodies, hind legs, and tails of horses, but
the front legs, wings, and heads of what seemed to be giant eagles, with
cruel, steel-colored beaks and large, brilliantly, orange eyes. The talons on their front legs were half a foot long and deadly looking.

Each of the beasts had a thick leather collar around its neck, which was
attached to a long chain, and the ends of all of these were held in the
vast hands of Hagrid, who came jogging into the paddock behind the
creatures.

"Gee up, there!" he roared, shaking the chains and urging the creatures
toward the fence where the class stood. Everyone drew back slightly as
Hagrid reached them and tethered the creatures to the fence. "Hippogriffs!" Hagrid roared happily, waving a hand at them. "Beau'iful,
aren' they?"

"I don't think so..." Rodolphus muttered, he sighed, watching the screen while stealing the popcorn of his brother.

Aelora could sort of see what Hagrid meant. Once you got over the first
shock of seeing something that was, half horse, half bird, you started
to appreciate the hippogriffs' gleaming coats, changing smoothly from feather to hair, each of them a different color: stormy gray, bronze, pinkish roan, gleaming chestnut, and inky black. "So," said Hagrid, rubbing his hands together and beaming around, "if yeh wan' ter come a bit nearer-"

No one seemed to want to except Aelora who walked closer to it but was stopped by Anastacius. "Now, firs' thing yeh gotta know abou' hippogriffs is, they're proud," said Hagrid. "Easily offended, hippogriffs are. Don't never insult one, 'cause it might be the last thing yeh do."

"Let me guess, someone offended it?" Regulus asked Antares who nodded.

Parkinson's face turned red, she looked down embarassed.

Antares leaned against the wall looking at Coventina, who rolled her eyes in returned though she was suspicious. It has been a while since Black 'annoyed' her and she was curious about what he was planning.

"Me? Planning thing? I am hurt from such accusation." He told her, sweetly.

"Shut it." Coventina muttered, coldly, her hand on her lap.

"Yeh always wait fer the hippogriff ter make the firs' move," Hagrid
continued. "It's polite, see? Yeh walk toward him, and yeh bow, an' yeh
wait. If he bows back, yeh're allowed ter touch him. If he doesn' bow,
then get away from him sharpish, 'cause those talons hurt." "Right -- who wants ter go first?"

Most of the class backed farther away in answer. Even Delphina, Aelora, and Daphne Greengrass had misgivings. The hippogriffs were tossing their fierce heads and flexing their powerful wings; they didn't seem to like being tethered like this. "No one?" said Hagrid, with a pleading look.

"May I try?" said Coventina.

"You are crazy."

"Totally."

"I agree." Three different students from differents houses told her.

There was an intake of breath from behind him, and both Lavender and
Parvati whispered, "Oooh, no, Potter, remember your tea leaves!"
Coventina looked at them and whispered.

"Watch your back when you sleep tonight." She muttered, cold and mischievously. A glint of amusement in her eyes when the two gulped in fear.

"That's my princess." Achilles smirked, to says, he was so damn happy to be a father. He still couldn't believe it.

She then climbed over the paddock fence. "Good woman, Coventina!" roared Hagrid. "Right then -- let's see how yeh geton with Buckbeak."

He untied one of the chains, pulled the gray hippogriff away from its
fellows, and slipped off its leather collar. The class on the other side
of the paddock seemed to be holding its breath.

"Easy) now, Coventina," said Hagrid quietly. "Yeh've got eye contact, now
try not ter blink.... Hippogriffs don' trust yeh if yeh blink too much...." Buckbeak had turned his great, sharp head and was staring at Coventina with one fierce orange eye. "Tha's it," said Hagrid. "Tha's it, ... now, bow."

Coventina didn't feel like bowing to animal, she doesn't even bow to anyone to start with so she slowly placed her palm on the animal, just like how she did with the basilik- which reminded her that she also had to see it soon.

"You need to stop feeding those huge and dangerous animals." Draco looked at Coventina with an exasperated expression.

"Never."

The hippogriff was staring haughtily at her. It didn't move. "Ah," said Hagrid, sounding worried. "Right -- back away, now, Coventina, easy does it but then, to Coventina's slight surprise, the hippogriff suddenly bent its scaly front knees and sank into what was an unmistakable bow.

"Well done!" said Hagrid, ecstatic. "Right -- yeh can touch him! Pat his beak, go on!" Coventina moved slowly toward the hippogriff and reached out toward it. She patted the beak several times and the hippogriff closed its eyes lazily, as though enjoying it. The class broke into applause, all except for Weasley and Parkinson who were looking deeply annoyed.

"Righ' then, Coventina," said Hagrid. "I reckon he might' let yeh ride him!"
This was more than Coventina had bargained for. She was used to a broomstick;

"Yeh climb up there, jus' behind the wing joint," said Hagrid, "an' mind
yeh don' pull any of his feathers out, he won' like that...." Coventina put her foot on the top of Buckbeaks wing and hoisted herself onto its back. Buckbeak stood up. Coventina wasn't sure where to hold on; everything in front of her was covered with feathers.

"Go on, then'" roared Hagrid, slapping the hippogriffs hind quarters. Without warning, twelve- foot wings flapped open on either side of Coventina, she just had time to seize the hippogriff around the neck before she was soaring upward. It
was nothing like a broomstick, and she knew which one she preferred; the hippogriff's wings beat uncom- fortably on either side of her, catching her under her legs and making her feel she was about to be thrown off;

The glossy feathers slipped under her fingers and  forward as the hindquarters of the hippogriff rose and fell with its wings. Buckbeak flew her once around the paddock and then headed back to the ground; this was the bit Coventina  had been surprised; she leaned back as the
smooth neck lowered, feeling she was going to slip off over the beak, then felt a heavy thud as the four ill-assorted feet hit the ground.

She just managed to hold on and push himself straight again. "Good work, Coventina!" roared Hagrid as everyone except Parkinson and Weasley. "Okay, who else wants a go?"
Emboldened by Coventina's success, the rest of the class climbed cautiously into the paddock. Hagrid untied the hippogriffs one by one, and soon people were bowing nervously, all over the paddock.

Coventina watched her siblings go one by one, Anastacius felt annoyed at having to ride an animal, a dragon would have been so much better and Aelora prefered a unicorn.

Then their eyes widened.

They could ask their father!

"Really?" Coventina and James looks at Aelora and Anastacius.

"What??" Aelira tilted her head. She want an unicorn and she was very pretty specially in sunlight.

"I forget to bath her today." She murmured. "Don't bath her everyday." Delphina reminded her. "Yes."

"My dragon." Anastacius shrugged

It was no surprise for Coventina that Parkinson got hurt, she was too arrogant for a Slytherin. Someone need to teach her, her place and the perfect for that was Delphina.

Parkinson scoffed, "As if!" She told them. "Silencio." Coventina cast wandlessly.

Feeling a little bit of peace after Hagrid left the students for a while to search for Merlin know damn what- Coventina was standing near a tree unaware of the sudden presence behind her.

"Hello, my sweet goddess." She quickly turned around and saw Antares standing, her shoulder lean against a tree with his arms cross, his curly sunkissed-brown hair was covering his eyes, his eyes was one
of the interesting thing about him.

"Is that so?" Antares tilted his head, he was smirking. "Thank you, love." He added mischievously running his hans through his hair.

He was so damn confident in his looks that some were very very jealous of him.

It was a mixture between brown and grey, so beautiful and mesmerizing. It was like anybody could be drawn to him, everyone without exception.

"Is there something that you need, Black?" Coventina raised a brow, a cute yawn escape her mouth.

"Maybe, maybe not." Feeling annoyed by his answer, Coventina scoffed. "Stupid, Rubrum stella." Antares chuckles and walked a few step away from the tree.

Regulus snickers, something tells him that those two are so different yet the same and made for each other.

"Turn around." Antares tols her, he keep a charming smile on his face, amuse by her calling him 'red star'. He was anything but stupid, he knew the meaning of his name.

Coventina frowned, she was still annoyed at many things. Antares fooled her so many times. He played her like a puppet and she was supposed to be one playing others.

Antares looked at her and sigh. He didn't manipalute her for his own pleasure. He only make her do what he want for her own safety even if he need to get rid of some person.

"Why would I?" Coventina tried to ignore the looks the other Slytherins and Gryffindors were giving her and just sighed and turned around.

"Thank you." Antares grabbed her hair gently lifting her straight dark brown hair and slowly place a silver star clip in her hair while he left many back hair down, a small bun was formed with the silver star which surprised Coventina.

"I remembered that!" Delphina and Aelora smiled brightly.

"This-" Walburga tensed and looks at her husband. Then she run her hand in her hair, taking a clip off her hair. A silver star clip. The same on the screen.

Walburga smiled.

"There, I get to see your eyes, too." Antares whispered slyly, as Coventina turned to look at him, her bang was barely hiding her eyes, making her surprisingly, cute. Not that she would admit it.

"It really suit you, sweety." Lilia comments while smiling at her granddaughter.

"Thank you."

James smiles, while gripping on Achilles's arms as Achilles want to kill Antares.

Many students gasps, most of them who had seen her green eyes was surprised to see ice-grey eyes with
a low glint of green in it.

"See you later, mea dulcis dea." A gasp escape her lips, her eyes watching him walked away with a smirk.

My sweet goddess.

"He knew Latin all this time." She murmured surprised, she never expected that he would be like this.

"Damn you." Coventina scoffed.

"I know, I am hot am I not?" Antares grins just like his father who was grinning.

Who was he truly?

"Yours."