THURSDAY MORNING, THE SLYTHERINS AND GRYFFINDORS WERE HALFWAY THROUGH DOUBLE POTION. He swaggered into the dungeon, his right arm covered in bandages and boundup in a sling, acting, in Coventina's opinion, as though he were the heroic survivor of some dreadful battle.

"How is it, Draco?" simpered Pansy Parkinson. "Does it hurt much?" "Yeah," said Draco, putting on a brave sort of grimace. But Coventina saw him wink at Delphina and Antares when Pansy had looked away. Apparantly, Draco have got hurt yesterday under the vision of Hagrid.

"So fucking stupid.." Anastacius rolled his eyes. He was ignoring the glare, Draco was giving him.

"Fuck you too." Draco scoffed. "Delphina! Take your man far away from my royal presence." He added dramatically.

"You are only royal when Altair is here." Coventina resort back, backing Anastacius.

"What no!" Draco scoffed embarassed. "Oh- my Altair, my handsome prince come and save me!" Delphina giggles

"Admit it, you are simp for the handsome charming prince." Draco blushes, looking at Antares feeling betrayed.

"How could you?" Antares raised a brow lazily, "Me? Don't be dramatic." A scoffed was here and there were no doubt that it came from Coventina.

"Dramatic people telling others to not be dramatic." She said sarcastically.

"Settle down, settle down," said Professor Snape idly.

Weasley and Granger scowled at each other; Snape wouldn't have said "settle down" if they'd walked in late, he'd have given them detention. But the Slytherins had always been able to get away with anything in Snape's classes; Snape was head of Slytherin House, and generality favored his own students above all others.

They were making a new potion today, a Shrinking Solution. Draco set up his cauldron right next to Granger and Weasley, so that they were preparing their ingredients on the same table. "Sir," Draco called, "sir, I'll need help cutting up these daisy roots, because of my arm-"

"Weasley, cut up Malfoy's roots for him," said Snape without looking up. Weasley went brick red. "There's nothing wrong with your arm," he hissed at Draco. Draco smirked across the table.

"This is not acceptable!" Molly shouted angrily. She was so angry that her face was red

Antares shook his head in amusement, his cousin was planning two things. One was to make Weasley's life a living hell and second was to make Snape do everything he could ask for.

"Ah, such fascinating moment." Draco muttered amaze by himself.

"Weasley, you heard Professor Snape; cut up these roots." Weasley seized his knife, pulled Draco's roots toward him, and began to chop them roughly, so that they were all different sizes.

Lucius snorts looking away from the cold glare his fiance shoot at him.

"Whip." Achilles muttered and qmiled softly when James played his ring on his finger. "It's pretty." James muttered.

"Whip." Marlene laughs.

"Professor," drawled Draco, "Weasley's mutilating my roots, sit. Snape approached their table, stared down his hooked nose at the roots, then gave Ron an unpleasant smile from beneath his long, greasy black hair.

"Change roots with Malfoy, Weasley."
"But, sit --!" Weasley had spent the last quarter of an hour carefully shredding his own roots into exactly equal pieces. "Now," said Snape in his most dangerous voice. Weasley shoved his own beautifully cut roots across the table a, Draco, then took up the knife again. "And, sir, I'll need this shrivelfig skinned," said Draco his voice full of malicious laughter.

"Draco Lucius Malfoy." Narcissa smiled softly, Draco, her son sweat drops nervously.

"For my defence, he is a jerk." Draco shrugged, hiding behind Achilles as quick as possible.

"Hey- erl uncle." Draco gulped, hiding behind Achilles and James. Narcissa sighed and looked back at the screen.

"I am safe." Draco mumbled.

"That idiot." Delphine chuckled, she was standing next to Antares and Anastacius while Coventina was with Aelora.

"Potter, you can skin Malfoy's shrivelfig," said Snape, giving Coventina the look of loathing he always reserved just for her.

"Take your filthy eyes ftom her!" Sirius, Achilles and Lucius scoffed with anger.

Draco's eyes widen, it's was not what he want. "Professor, why not let Potter do it with Black and Granger can skin my shrivelfig." Snape raised a brow and nodded. Draco knew better than to let Snape knew how close he was to his cousin.

Snape frowned.

Coventina rolled her eyes and stood next to Antares. "Not a word." She told him firmly, ignoring the cute smile on Antares's face.

"Aww." Aelora giggles, she was the number one shipper.

Granger took Draco's shrivelfig as weasley began trying to repair the damage to the roots she now had to use. Granger skinned the shrivelfig as fast as she could and flung it back across the table at Malfoy without speaking.

Draco was smirking more broadly than ever. "Seen your pal Hagrid lately?" he asked them quietly. "None of your business," said Weasley jerkily, without looking up. "I'm afraid he won't be a teacher much longer," said Draco in a tone of mock sorrow. "Father's not very happy about my injury-" "Keep talking, Malfoy, and I'll give you a real injury," snarled Weasley

"- he's complained to the school governors. And to the Ministry of Magic. Father's got a lot of influence, you know. And a lasting injury like this"- he gave a huge, fake sigh- "who knows if my arm'll ever be the same again?" "So that's why you're putting it on," said Granger, accidentally beheading a dead caterpillar.

"Can't she stay quiet for a while?" Fleamont mumbled.

"To try to get Hagrid fired." "Well," said Draco, lowering his voice to a whisper, "partly, little Mud. But there are other benefits too. Weasley, slice my caterpillars for me." A few cauldrons away, Neville was in trouble.

"BEFORE someone glare at me, I said 'little mud' without the 'blood'." Draco shrugged as if he was anything better.

Coventina sighed, she was quiet surprised when the she found Neville with them. Apparantly his grandmother make him resort into Gryffindor. To say lightly Coventina was fond of the boy.

"Why would you do that!?" Frank looked at his mother with anger.

"He is a Longbottom! He should be a proud Gryffindor!" She replied snobbishly.

"In one word, you are a bitch." Delphine smirks, ignoring the gasps.

Neville regularly went to pieces in Potions lessons; it was his worst subject, and his great fear of Professor Snape made things ten times worse. His potion, which was supposed to be a bright, acid green, had turned.

"Orange, Longbottom," said Snape, ladling some up and allowing to splash back into the cauldron, so that everyone could see. "Orange. Tell me, boy, does anything penetrate that thick skull of yours? Didn't you hear me say, quite clearly, that only one -tat spleen was needed? Didn't I state plainly that a dash of leech juice would suffice? What do I have to do to make you understand, Longbottom?" Neville was pink and trembling. He looked as though he was on the verge of tears.

James let out a sighed and stood up, he walked toward Snape and punched him, straight in the nose.

"You are an idiot." He told him. "I went too soft on you fot what you did to Sirius." He added. James remembered how Snape teamed with Bellatrix to curse Sirius.

They made Sirius stayed under the crucio curse for five minutes straight and James was not going to let this pass.

"Grow up!" Alice shouted at Snape angrily.

"Please, sir," said Granger, "please, I could help Neville put it right-" "I don't remember asking you to show off, Miss Granger," said Snape coldly, and Granger went as pink as Neville. "Longbottom, at the end of this lesson we will feed a few drops of this potion to your toad and see what happens. Perhaps that will encourage you to do it properly." Snape moved away, leaving Neville breathless with fear.

"I should have torture him, a short death was too fast." Coventina mumbled.

"Help me!" he moaned to Aelora who shoot an annoyed glare at Snape. She want to rip out his chest and watch him fall utterly dead.

"Hmfp! How dare he hurted Nevi." Aelora pouted angrily, her angry was far from a calm one.

"Hey, Potter," said Seamus Finnigan, leaning over to borrow Coventina's brass scales, "have you heard? Daily Prophet this morning they reckon Sirius Black's been sighted."

"Where?" said Coventina and Antares quickly. On the other side of the table, Draco looked up, listening closely.

"Not too far from here," said Seamus, who looked excited. "It was a Muggle who saw him. 'Course, she didn't really understand. The Muggles think he's just an ordinary criminal, don't they? So she phoned the telephone hot line. By the time the Ministry of Magic got there, he was gone." "Not too far from here... " Weasley repeated, looking significantly at Coventina.

"How annoying." Anastacius layed his head on Delphina's lap gently.

"The only way someone can escape Azkaban is by transforming in your animagus form." Antares thought, lazily running his hand through his hair.

Snape called, "You should have finished adding your ingredients by now; this potion needs to stew before it can be drunk, so clear away while it simmers and then we'll test Longbottom's... " Crabbe and Goyle laughed openly, watching Neville sweat as he stirred his potion feverishly.

Granger was muttering instructions to him out of the corner of her mouth, so that Snape wouldn't see. Weasley packed away his unused ingredients and went to wash their hands and ladles in the stone basin in the corner.

"Snape saw it didn't he?" Remina muttered. "He always saw things he shouldn't." Sirius grinned.

The end of the lesson in sight, Snape strode over to Neville, who was
cowering by his cauldron. "Everyone gather 'round," said Snape, his black eyes glittering, and watch what happens to Longbottom's toad. If he has managed to produce a Shrinking Solution, it will shrink to a tadpole. If, as I don't doubt, he has done it wrong, his toad is likely to be poisoned."

The Gryffindors watched fearfully. The Slytherins looked excited. Snape
picked up Trevor the toad in his left hand and dipped a small spoon into
Neville's potion, which was now green. He trickled a few drops down Trevor's throat.

"And then people asked why we dislike Slytherin." A girl from the Marauder's year said out loud.

"You are all so self centered and arrogant, always thinking you are the best that in end you found yourself all alone." She added with a shrugged.

Coventina chuckles at the sour mood in thr Hall, some Slytherin were looking down, some were rolling their eyes.

Coventina already knew who it this girl was. "You are, Keira Fane right? Heiress to thr Fane House?" She asked polite.

"Yes, Heiress Potter." Keira Fane nodded her head. "I agree completely with you, every house have their own default and those Slytherin's." Coventina shrugged.

"You girl-!" Coventina scoffed at Augusta. "What? Its the truth, Gryffindor are too troublesome and
too confident, Hufflepuff are merely fill fake personality and Ravenclaw take themselves too highly."

"No House is perfect." James smiled proudly, he was quiet offended but he was happy.

Keira smiled and nodded, she found herself liking the girl more and more.

"She is-" Draco muttered but was cut off by Coventina. "She is our manipulator's mother, yes." A smirk form on Antares's lips.

"Things are getting more interesting." He murmured, ignoring the smirk Achilles had.

There was a moment of hushed silence, in which Trevor gulped; then there was a small pop, and Trevor the tadpole was wriggling in Snape's palm. The Gryffindors burst into applause. Snape, looking sour, pulled a small bottle from the pocket of his robe, poured a few drops on top of Trevor, and he reappeared suddenly, fully grown.

"Five points from Gryffindor," said Snape, which wiped the smiles from
every face. "I told you not to help him, Miss Granger. Class dismissed." Granger and Weasley climbed the steps to the entrance hall.

"Professor." Coventina called out calmly, her hands behind her back, a smile on her face, taking it as a warning, Anstacius grabbed Aelora's and walked away.

"Ah- this is better." Antares chuckles, ignoring the glare from Coventina.

"Black?" Coventina spoke, "Yes, little Goddess?" Antares replies softly.

"Nothing." Antares chuckles, "You like me this much to call out my name just to hear my voice?" Coventina frowned.

"Shut up."

"You didn't deny it."

"What do you want, Potter?" Snape spat with disdain. A glint of disgust appeared in Coventina's eyes. "You are disgusting." She looked at him in the eyes and smirk. "-And utterly pathetic. You are venting yourself on children and Neville and it's how disgusting your own personality is."

Achilles laughs, "Damn, she is my copy perfect." His eyes glowed light grey with a smirks.

Lucius sigh, he had deal with his brother for years before his 'so called death' and he could see that his brother have gotten even crazier.

"What?" She looked at the people who was glaring at her. "I am my father's daughter." She smirked

"My sweet mo-father is so much better than you will ever be, stay fucking jealous." She giggled at his embarassed face and turned around with a smirk.

"She was about to say mother!" Marlene laughs. "Shut up!" James blushes.

"Oh sweet boy." Euphemia giggles.

"Mim not you too-!"

"Your presence itself make me gag, Dumbledore seem to know how to get disgusting pets, after all." Feeling satisfied with her own words, Coventina walked away while humming a song to herself.

"Molly-" Antares coughed, "Weasley."

She was going to break them all one by one. Mentally? It was just so fun and interesting specially- after what he did to her godbrother. She will break Severus Snape, slowly but surely.

Snape shivered, he gulped and shrink
in his place, something tells him to stop messing with that girl.

"Like father like daughter." Thanatos sigh. "I should be pay for this shit."

Without making herself seen, she walked down the stairs and accidentally earsdropped Weasley. "Five points from Gryffindor because the potion was all right! Why didn't You lie, Hermione? You should've said Neville did it all by himself!"

Granger didn't answer. Weasley looked around. "Where is she?" Twere at the top of the steps now, watching the rest of the class pass them, heading for the Great Hall and lunch. "She was right behind me," said Weasley, frowning.

Coventina raised a brow, she watched Granger come back and Weasley was getting curious. She didn't care about those two, but Granger was different.
Coventina was about to leave until her eyes went on Granger.

"Ah-" Coventina looked at the necklace around Granger's neck. "She never had one, right?" She whispered. She shook her head and went to her next class, Defense Against the Dark Art.

"Is not that where you found it out?" Antares asked her.

"No, I found it out later as well." Coventina replied, her hand on Anastasius's.

Professor Lupin wasn't there when they arrived at her first Defense Against the Dark Arts lesson. They all sat down, took out their books, quills, and parchment, and were talking when she finally entered the room. Miss Lupin smiled vaguely and placed her briefcase on the teacher's desk.

"You finally arrive." Aelora smiled, and make Coventina come between her and unfortunately Granger. "Did you break him?" Anastacius asked curiously.

"Is that the first question you asked her? Seriously?" Delphina raised a brow.

"First, you should said 'Siriusly' and second yes, I was curious." Anastacius shrugged slightly offended on Sirius's behalf.

"Not so soon." She replied with a vicious smirk. Antares chuckles and came behind her. "Vicious little Goddess." He whispered lowly before going back to Delphina. "Black." Coventina rolled her eyes and looked at Remina Black nee Lupin.

"I am vicious and you are still here, Black." Coventina smirked.

"How could I ever leave my one and only?" She looked back at the screen to hide her surprise expression.

She was as beautiful as ever "Good afternoon," she said. "Would you please put all your books back in your bags. Today's will be a practical lesson. You will need only your wands." A few curious looks were exchanged as the class put away their books.

"My Moony is so beautiful!"

"Like the Moon!"

"Even better!"

Everyone sighs, listening to every comments about Remina's beauty
from Sirius.

They had never had a practical Defense Against the Dark Arts before, unless you counted the memorable class last year when their old teacher had brought a cageful of pixies -to class and set them loose. "Right then," said Professor Lupin, when everyone was ready. "If you'd follow me."

Puzzled but interested, the class got to its feet and followed Professor Lupin out of the classroom. She led them along the deserted corridor and around a corner, where the first thing they saw was Peeves the Poltergeist, who was floating upside down in midair and stuffing the nearest keyhole with chewing gum. Peeves didn't look up until Professor Lupin was two feet away.

"Loony, loopy Lupin," Peeves sang. "Loony, loopy Lupin, loony, loopy
Lupin --" Rude and unmanageable as he almost always was, Peeves usually showed some respect toward the teachers. Everyone looked quickly at Professor Lupin to see how she would take this; to their surprise, she was still smiling.

"Its Black nee Lupin!"

"Quiet, father!"

"Low down, Sirius!"

James chuckles.

"I'd take that gum out of the keyhole if I were you, Peeves," she said pleasantly. "Mr. Filch won't be able to get in to his brooms." Filch was the Hogwarts caretaker, a bad-tempered, failed wizard who waged a constant war against the students and, indeed, Peeves. However, Peeves paid no attention to Professor Lupin's words, except to blow a loud wet raspberry.

Professor Lupin gave a small sigh and took out her wand. "This is a useful little spell, she told the class over her shoulder. "Please watch closely." She raised the wand to shoulder height, said, "Waddiwasi!" and pointed it
at Peeves. With the force of a bullet, the wad of chewing gum shot out of the keyhole and straight down Peeves's left nostril; she whirled upright and zoomed away, cursing.

"I love this spell." Rabastan grinned.

"Cool, sit!" said Dean Thomas in amazement. "Thank you, Dean," said Professor Lupin, putting his wand away again. "Shall we proceed? They set off again, the class looking at shabby Professor Lupin with increased respect.

"As they should." Coventina, Delphina and Aelora states.