━━━ SIRIUS QUICKLY NOTICES, the absence of his brother in all but blood as the scene turned black. He felt angry at himself. Sirius knew when James suffer alone in his own side but he was too scared to help him. He fear that he would just mess thing up between them so he wait for James to calm himself down.

Remina leaned back, she patted Sirius's back. Her fierce glare was direct at Walburga who she hate. She does not know what type of relationship she will have with her lover's mother but she did not care.

Peter reflected on himself, he want to know what he will do in future that will drive him and his friends apart. If he found out then he could repair. He will not let it happen.

Meanwhile Achilles was in a room,
he guessed that it must James's. The moment he saw James sneaked away,
he followed him like he always does.

Call him a stalker, he does not care.
The only thing he care about is James fucking Potter. The same guy that is driving him crazy with love and pain.

He had been obsessed with James for as long as he could remember, and every time he snuck a glimpse of him, he couldn't help but feel a surge of emotions. The mere sight of James's mop of brown hair and bright brown eyes was enough to drive Achilles wild.

And yet, James was always just out of reach. He would slip away before Achilles could get close, leaving him feeling frustrated and defeated.

Achilles pushed the door open and stepped inside. He found James sitting at a desk, his eyes closed and his fingers laced together in front of him.

Achilles' breath caught in his throat as he watched James, overwhelmed with the desire to touch him, to hold him, to feel his skin against his own.

"Why did you follow me?" James let out a sigh. His brown messy hair resting over his eyes. "Why would I leave you alone?" Achilles smirks.

"I hate your smirk." James whispered. "Well it's seem in the future you will crave it." Achilles crosses his arms, leaning against the wall.

"You think everything is fine? Just because we will have Coventina and Emrys? Really?" James ran his hand through his hair tightening his grip on it. He was hurting himself and it was making Achilles's eyes shake with rage.

"Malachi, that's enough." He spoke with fury underneath it. James ignored him and he didn't like it. Achilles walked toward him and grip on his wrist pulling back.

James's eyes widened in shock as Achilles suddenly pulled him back by the wrist. He tried to twist out of Achilles's grip, but Achilles's strength was too much for him.

"What are you doing?" James demanded, his voice filled with anger.

"You're hurting yourself," Achilles said, his voice low and threatening. "And I won't stand for it."

"What do you care?" James shot back, trying to free himself from Achilles's grip.

Achilles's grip tightened, and he leaned in closer to James. "Because I care about you!" he whispered, his voice filled with emotion.

"You don't!" James states angrily. "If you did then you would have come out earlier!" He gritted his teeth. "We- I thought you died! I cried on your damn grave which was most likely empty!
Our damn memories haunted me for years!" Achilles looked at him. He did not stopped James from continuing.

"I passed 10 shitty years at blaming myself for your death. 'If only you did
not go in that cave for my necklace.' I thought." He tears up.

"I drank till I forgot my own damn name and here you just come out of nowhere. Expecting me to just put up a smile and welcome you?" He glares at Achilles, while clenching his fist, dugging his nails in his palm.

"No." Achilles's grip on his wrist tighten to make James release his nails on his palms. "Hit me, punch me like earlier, do whatever you want. Just don't fucking hurt yourself!" He exclaims loudly.

"You think I didn't want to be near you? To be near Lucius? To not help you with that red bitch?" He continues looking at James.

"Yo-" James stopped himself from talking when Achilles glares at him.

"I don't care if you hate me but I am not ever leaving you. Never agin, James. You are not pushing me out of your life or mind." He let go of James's wrist and place his head on his shoulder.

"Don't hurt yourself. Don't cast me aside, and most important don't ever blame yourself for what happened that day." He let out a sigh.

"Fuck, you are dumb for ever thinking that I ever abandoned you." Achilles smirks. "You are never getting rid of Malachi." James gripped his hand on Achilles's shoulder.

"I-I am sorry." He whispers.

"So am I." He chuckles.

━━━ THOSE KIDS MAKE MORTEM want to kill people. He have been getting nagged by a damn ferret because he want to see the younger version of his mother.

The Potter and Laskos was going
to be his downfall of those day.

"Some person are going to be add." Mortem informs the former generation
as he snaps his hand, a light appeared.

Before anyone couls ask something, eight teens was was on the floor while two was standing with their bored expression plastered on their faces.

James was quick to know who those ten teen was. "Merry Meet, I am Coventina Potter, daughter of James Potter and Achilles Laskos. Heiress to the most Noble house of the Potter." A girl stood in front of them.

Everyone were immediately taken by her beauty, Her dark brown hair fell in soft waves just past her waists, and her face was like a piece of art. Her icy-grey eyes sparkled with a hint of green, like shards of ocean jasper.

When she smiled, it was like sunlight breaking through a stormy sky. She was a vision of pure elegance and grace, and everyone around her seemed to be in awe.

It was as if she were a walking, breathing work of art, and she carried herself with a quiet confidence that few could match. Despite her youth, she exuded an aura of maturity and sophistication.

This was the girl they were watching, she had grown up. She clearly had sbeen blessed by Aphrodite's beauty.

There was no denying her captivating beauty, and it seemed as if even Aphrodite herself must have been proud. The way her delicate features were set off by her grey eyes was simply breathtaking, a combination of youthful charm and timeless elegance.

The glint of green in her eyes only added to her appeal, and it was easy to see why people were captivated by her.

If she had arrived on Mount Olympus, it was easy to imagine her easily matching the beauty of the goddesses herself, and becoming the new queen of the heavens.

Coventina walks, she smile lightly at her parents and sat in a range in the front.

"Merry Meet, I am Aelora Nikova, Heiress to the most Noble house of
the Nikova." Alice smiles happily at
the sunshine in front of her.

A boy next to Aelora introduce himself. "Merry Meet, I am Anastacius Peverell, blood-adopted son of James Potter and Achilles Laskos. Heir to the most Noble house of the Peverell." He says coldly.

Anastacius, with his long, dark hair
and piercing blue eyes, was a stunning
sight to behold. His jaw was sharp
and muscular, with firm lines that accentuated his masculine features.
His skin was tanned and smooth,
almost glowing with health. He
carried himself with a confidence
that was both intimidating and exhilarating.

Every movement he made seemed deliberate and calculated, giving the impression that he was always in total control. His broad shoulders and long limbs added to his elegant bearing, giving him a sense of strength and power that was hard to resist.

"Merry Meet, I am Delphina Lestrange daughter of Marlene Lestrange and Rabastan Lestrange, Heiress to the most Noble house of the Lestrange." She stated gracefully. Her honey blonde
hair going past her shoulders and her blue eyes was just like the calm sea.

Delphina glances at her father and quickly made her way in a range and
sat next to Aelora. Rabastan sighs and looks at Marlene who smiles at him.

"Merry Meet, I am Draco Malfoy, son of Narcissa Malfoy and Lucius Malfoy. Heir to the most Noble house of the Malfoy." He grins toward his grandmother and hugged her before sitting next to Delphina.

"Merry Meet, I am Daphne Greengrass, Heiress to the most Noble house of the Greengrass." She sat with Draco.

"Hey there, beautiful people! I am Blaise Zabini, Heir to the most Noble house of the Zabini." He smiles with a rose in a hand making girls blushes.

"I am Theodore Nott, Heir to the most Noble house of the Nott." Theodore sat next to Blaise a bored expression which remind Barty of Regulus.

"My name is Pansy Parkinson. Heiress to the most Noble house of the Parkinson." Pansy smiles and quickly place herself next to Theodore who glares at her.

"Touch my hair and say goodbye to your homework." Pansy gasps in disbelief.

"And finally." A boy grins. "I am Antares Black, son of Remina Black and Sirius Black. Heir to the Most Ancient and Noble house of the Black and the hottest guy alive." Antares smirks proudly.

Antares Black, with his silky brown hair and mesmerising grey-brown eyes, had a ethereal beauty that was difficult to describe. His facial features were like something out of a fairy tale, all perfectly proportioned and carved out of marble.

His skin was as soft as silk, and his smile was like a sunrise over the ocean, both breathtaking and radiant. There was something about his presence that was impossible to ignore, as if he was from another world entirely. One could only imagine the power he held over others, with his mesmerizing beauty and noble heritage.

"Stop dreaming Black." Anastacius
grins, "Hey! I am hot too!" Draco frowns.

Remina smiles at her son and quickly walked toward him and hugs him. He smiles brightly and hugs back. "Mom."

Antares glance at his father and sent a smile over and sat behind to Coventina who was glancing at her parents. They looks tense but the smile on their face make her felt at peace.

"Now stop annoying me." Mortem says annoyed. "Never Morty." Draco grins.

"This is all your fault." Mortem glares at Achilles. "Aww, sorry Morty." Lucius sweatdrops. His own son was going to be like his damn uncle.

Merlin have pity on him.