SINCE THE DISASTROUS episode of the pixies, Professor Lockhart had not brought live creatures to class. Instead, he read passages from his
books to them, and sometimes reenacted some of the more dramatic
bits.

He usually picked Granger to help him with these reconstructions; so far, Granger had been forced to play a simple Transylvanian villager whom Lockhart had cured of a Babbling Curse, a yeti with a head cold, and a vampire who had been unable to eat anything except lettuce since Lockhart had dealt with him.

"What is his problem with kids?" Evans asks innocently. "He must be a pedo."

Evan frown and looks at Barty, "I am just saying what I am seeing." He adds.

Granger was hauled to the front of the class during their very next
Defense Against the Dark Arts lesson, this time acting a werewolf If she hadn't had a very good reason for keeping Lockhart in a good mood.

"Nice loud howl, - exactly - and then, if you'll believe it, I pounced like this - slammed him to the floor thus with one hand, I managed to hold him down - with my other, I put my wand to his throat."

"I then screwed up my remaining strength and performed the immensely complex Homorphus Charm he let out a piteous moan go on higher than that good the fur vanished the fangs shrank and he turned back into a man. Simple, yet effective and another village will remember me forever as the hero who delivered them from the monthly terror of werewolf attacks."

The bell rang and Lockhart got to his feet "Homework - compose a poem about my defeat of the Wagga
Wagga Werewolf! Signed copies of Magical Me to the author of the
best one!"

"Who is stupid enough to believe?" Fabian asks in disbelief.

"Your sister, it's seem." Sirius replies.

"He seem to be just a good man!" Molly smiles. "Kill us." The twins thought.

The class began to leave. Granger returned to the back of the room,
where Weasley were waiting.

She approached Lockhart's desk, a piece of paper clutched tightly in
her hand, Weasley right behind her.

"Er - Professor Lockhart?" Granger stammered. "I wanted to - to get this book out of the library. Just for background reading." She held out the piece of paper, her hand shaking slightly.

"But the thing is, it's in the Restricted Section of the library, so I need a teacher to sign for it - I'm sure it would help me understand what you say in Gadding with Ghouls about slow-acting venoms-"

"Ah, Gadding with Ghouls!" said Lockhart, taking the note from
Granger and smiling widely at her. "Possibly my very favorite book. You enjoyed it?"

"Oh, yes," said Granger eagerly. "So clever, the way you trapped that last one with the tea-strainer -" "Well, I'm sure no one will mind me giving the best student of the year a little extra help," said Lockhart warmly, and he pulled out an enormous peacock quill.

"Yes, nice, isn't it?" he said, misreading the revolted look on Weasley's face. "I usually save it for book-signings."

He scrawled an enormous loopy signature on the note and handed it
back to Granger.

"I don't believe it," Granger said as the twoof them examined the signature on the note. "He didn't even look at the book we wanted."

"That's because he is stupid!" Sirius yells exhaustesly.

"I am not!" Mini Lockhart shouts.

"Shut up you damn brat!"

"That's because he's a brainless git," said Weasley. "But who cares, we've
got what we needed -" "He is not a brainless git," said Granger shrilly as they half ran toward the library.

"Just because he said you were the best student of the year -" They dropped their voices as they entered the muffled stillness of the library. Madam Pince, the librarian, was a thin, irritable woman who looked like an underfed vulture.

Five minutes later, they were barricaded in Moaning Myrtle's out-of order bathroom once again. Weasley had overridden Granger's objections by pointing out that it was the last place anyone in their right minds would go, so they were guaranteed some privacy.

Moaning Myrtle was crying noisily in her stall, but they were ignoring her, and she, them. Granger opened Moste Potente Potions carefully, and the two of them bent over the damp-spotted pages. It was clear from a glance why it belonged in the Restricted Section.

Some of the potions had effects almost too gruesome to think about, and there were some very unpleasant illustrations, which included a man who seemed to have been turned inside out and a witch sprouting several extra pairs of arms out of her head.

"Here it is," said Granger excitedly
as she found the page headed The
Polyjuice Potion. It was decorated with drawings of people halfway
through transforming into other people.

"Why can't they just mind their business and stay out of trouble?" Lilia thought.

"Those two will cause Malachi's daughter problem." Achilles thought.

The screen shifts to thr Slytherin Common room where Antares was sitting with Draco and Delphina.

"So Weasley think that I am the Slytherin heir?" Draco chuckles.

"Yes." "Foolish idiots." Delphina scoff.

"Finally! I can see my daughter." Marlene smiles. "Ours." Rabastan frowns.

"Opps!"

"I will be in my room." Antares stood up and walked to his room. The room was dark and majestic, filled with a sense of ancient magic and the weight of a thousand years.

Ancient tapestries hung from the walls, depicting scenes of battle and triumph, while the floors were made of polished marble, shining in the dim light of the torches that lined the walls.

The furniture was old and worn, but richly crafted, made of dark woods and ornate gold leaf. The room was a testament to the power and wealth of its owner, and it seemed to ooze a sense of mystery and danger, like a sleeping dragon ready to wake at any moment.

In the middle of the room, a large table covered in dusty maps and strange artifacts seemed to draw the eye, like a beacon of knowledge in the midst of so much secrecy.

It was a room that spoke of history and power, a place where the deeds of the past held sway, and where the deeds of the future began to take shape. It was a room that was both haunting and awe-inspiring, a place that seemed to hold the keys to the deepest secrets of the world.

"Wow! It's so beautiful!"

"I agree!"

"Rich peopleee!"

The room formerly belong to
Apollo Leo Black.

"Him again?"

"Could it be that they-" Arcturus tilted his head as he examine the room.

"How come Reggie never saw it?" Evan asks. "Good question, Evan." Regulus nods. "I don't know myself."

Antares walked toward the opened book on the table taking out a rose in it, the rose was diferrent from other as it was darker red with a light in it.

The rose shone with a brilliant light, as if the very essence of the universe itself was trapped within it. Antares gently lifted the rose to his nose, taking in its unique fragrance. It was like nothing he had ever smelled before, it was different and he knew it.

It was a rose grown in a magical garden, and imbued with the essence of the stars themselves. It was said that the rose had powers beyond comprehension.

"Damn it-" He wince as the rose's pin pricked his finger. "Damn rose, always taking my blood." He pouts.

"He is fighting with a rose." Sirius giggles, "Moony too hate when a rose pricks her finger." James smiles.

"Like mother like son."

"Does the rose really have power though?" Orion thought.

He never believe those nonsense
but the way it's being put. It's may
be true.

Antares had come across many unusual items over the years, and this rose was certainly unique. He knew that it was imbued with the essence of the stars themselves, and had grown in a magical garden.

However, he was not scared, surprised or impressed by it. It was just another fascinating artifact to add to his collection. He had seen far more powerful, mysterious and dangerous magic than this rose held.

He held the rose up to his face, smelling the strange, heavenly scent. He knew that the rose had powers beyond comprehension, but he was not afraid of it. He was used to dealing with magic of all kinds, and this rose was just another part of his collection.

"He is a mistery, is not he?" James thought while keeping his finger in Achilles's hair.

"The blood rose, hm, he had it." Achilles sighs and went back to sleep.