THE DAY BEFORE THE MATCH, THE WINDS reached howling point and the rain fell harder than ever. It was so dark inside the corridors and classrooms that extra torches and lanterns were lit. The Slytherin team was looking very smug indeed, and none more so than Draco.

"Why do you cause so much trouble, hm dragon?" Narcissa asks his son.

"Not my fault, it's the genes!" Draco blames.

The Blacks looks him offends.

"Ah, if only my arm was feeling a bit better!" he sighed as the gale
outside pounded the windows.

Coventina had no room in his head to worry about anything except the match tomorrow but she couldn't take her father and brother off the head. She was informed that her father was feeling bettet now and she was curious about her brother's fiance. He was so familiar.

"I always had this effect." Aurelius smirks.

"No one ask." Antares rolls his eyes.

"Jealous?"

"Of your nonsense or of your narcissic attitude?"

"I hate you." Aurelius scoffs.

"Well I hate both of you." Aerys shrugs.

Oliver Wood kept hurrying up to her between classes and giving her tips. The third time this happened, Wood talked for so long that Coventina suddenly realized she was ten minutes late for Defense Against the Dark Arts, and set off at a run with Wood shouting after het, "Diggory's got a very fast swerve, Coventina, so you might want to try looping him-"

"James! Look it's your non biological future adopt son!" Sirius chuckles.

"Very funny, Sirius." James frowns.

Coventina skidded to a halt outside the Defense Against the Dark Arts
classroom, pulled the door open, and dashed inside. "Sorry I'm late, Professor Lupin. I-" But it wasn't Professor Lupin who looked up at her from the teacher's desk; it was Snape.

"Please, kill him." Sirius mumbles.

"Already did that." Antares smirks.

"This lesson began ten minutes ago, Potter, so I think we'll make it ten
points from Gryffindor. Sit down."
But Coventina didn't move. "Where's Professor Lupin?" she said.

"She says she is feeling too ill to teach today," said Snape with atwisted smile. "I believe I told you to sit down?" But Coventia didn't care about his words and stayed where she was.

"Aww she is worried about you Moony!" Sirius squeals like a little that as gift a lolipop.

Peter sweat drops.

"What's wrong with her?" Snape's black eyes glittered. "Nothing life threatening," he said, looking as though she wished it were. "Five more points from Gryffindor, and if I have to ask you to sit down again, it will be fifty."

"Laskos." Sirius smiled at Achilles.

"We can get rid of him whenver you have the time." Achilles smirks.

Snape gulps, he knew better than to mess with a Laskos.

Coventina rolled her eyes and walked slowly to his seat and sat down. Snape looked around at the class. "As I was saying before Potter interrupted, Professor Lupin has not left any record of the topics you have covered so far-"

"Please, sir, we've done boggarts, Red Caps, kappas, and grindylows," said Granger quickly, "and we're just about to start-" "Be quiet," said Snape coldly. "I did not ask for information. I was merely commenting on Professor Lupin's lack of organization."

"And you lack of bitches so you took leftovers of others!" James scoffs utterly annoyed.

Achilles smiles, his sharp white teeth showing making him look more hotter than ever.

Coventina scoffed, "And you lack of bitches." Anastacius snickers. Neville coughed, and cover his mouth. Aelora chuckles lowly.

James flushes red as he grins proudly.

"She's the best Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher we've ever had," said Dean Thomas boldly, and there was a murmur of agreement from the rest of the class. Snape looked more menacing than ever.

"Stop being jealous of us." Marlene chuckles. "I wonder what will my future self do to your sorry ass."

"You are easily satisfied. Lupin is hardly overtaxing you- I ,would expect first years to be able to deal with Red Caps and grindylows. Today we shall discuss-" Coventina watched him flick through the textbook, to the very back chapter, which he must know they hadn't covered.

"Werewolves," said Snape.

Remina flinches.

Sirius growls protectively.

"But, sir," said Granger, seemingly unable to restrain herself, "we're not supposed to do werewolves yet, we're due to start hinkypunks-" "Mis Granger," said Snape in a voice of deadly calm, "I was under the impression that I am teaching this lesson, not you. And I am telling you all to turn to page 394." He glanced around again. "All of you! Now!"

With many bitter sidelong looks and some sullen muttering, the class
opened their books. "Which of you can tell me how we distinguish between the werewolf and the true wolf?" said Snape.

Everyone sat in motionless silence; everyone except Hermione, whose
hand, as it so often did, had shot straight into the air. "Anyone?" Snape said, ignoring Granger. His twisted smile was back. "Are you telling me that Professor Lupin hasn't even taught you the basic distinction between-"

"If those students are already like this toward him after just three years then those two devils must really despise his gutts." Aerys grins.

"I wonder when he will stop watching and decide to join us." Coventina murmurs, her head on her father's lap.

"We told you," said Parvati suddenly, "we haven't got as far as werewolves yet, we're still on-" "Silence!" snarled Snape. "Well, well, well, I never thought I'd meet a third-year class who wouldn't even recognize a werewolf when they saw one. I shall make a point of informing Professor Dumbledore how very behind you all are..."

"Dumbledore is just a gay ass idiot." Theodore snickers.

"Gay?" The light wizards yells confuse.

"Opps." Daphne giggles.

"Professor, if you know so much better than us, then do tell us the difference instead of speaking ill of our professor. It's very immature of an adult to be grumpy with a married woman. Rumors are very bad those days." Coventina smirks.

The Marauders high five each others and ruffle Coventina's hair.

"That's our spawn!!" Sirius smirks.

"Prongslette on top!" Marlene smiles, blushing at Rabastan's stares.

"Potter-!" The Gryffindor roars of laugher at Snape's red angry face
and smiles at Coventina.

Much to other's content, Granger spoke."The werewolf differs from the true wolf in several small ways. The snout of the werewolf-" "That is the second time you have spoken out of turn, Miss Granger," said Snape coolly.

"Five more points from Gryffindor for being an insufferable know-it-all."
Granger went very red, put down her hand, and stared at the floor with
her eyes full of tears.

"That it!" Professor McGonagall slams her hand angrily. "Severus Snape will not be a teacher at Hogward in this future until he decide to let go of the past and treat students fiirmy."

"Go Minnie!!"

"How many words in Gonagall?" Coventina says loudly.

"ATE!"

The Gryffindor mixed with others students laughs out loud.

It was a mark of how much the class loathed Snape that they were all glaring at him, because every one of them had called Granger a know-it-all at least once, and Weasley, who told Granger she was a know-it-all at least twice a week, said loudly.

"You asked us a question and she knows the answer! Why ask if you don't want to be told?" The class knew instantly he'd gone too far. Snape advanced on Weasley slowly, and the room held its breath.

"Well atleast he is not that in friendship." Gideon shrugs.

"- you are right brother!" Fabian grins.

"Detention, Weasley," Snape said silkily, his face very close to Weasley's. "And if I ever hear you criticize the way I teach a class again, you will be very sorry indeed."

"And 25 points from Gryffindor because of Potter's sharp mouth!" Coventina raised a brow. "Ugly bat." Aelora scoffed.

"I should have take my time with his death." Antares curses himself.

No one made a sound throughout the rest of the lesson. They sat and made
notes on werewolves from the textbook, while Snape prowled up and down the rows of desks, examining the work they had been doing with Professor Lupin.

"Very poorly explained... That is incorrect, the kappa is more commonly found in Mongolia... Professor Lupin gave this eight out of ten? I wouldn't have given it three...." When the bell rang at last, Snape held them back.

"Go. To. Hell."

"Hell is too good for him!" Antares was offend.

"You will each write an essay, to be handed in to me, on the ways you
recognize and kill werewolves. I want two rolls of parchment or, the subject, and I want them by Monday morning. It is time somebody took this class in hand. Weasley, stay behind, we need to arrange your detention."

Coventina woke early as always the next morning; so early that it was till dark. For a moment she thought the roaring of the wind had woken her.

She looked at her cobra that was cuddling on her own bed as if it was his. "I need to visit Apex soon." She whispered before making her way out of her chamber.

"Stupid four head dog."

The noise of the storm was even louder in the common roorn. Coventina knew better than to think the match would be canceled; Quidditch matches weren't called off for trifles like thunderstorms. Nevertheless, she was starting to feel very at peace. Wood had pointed out Cedric Diggory to her in the corridor; Diggory was a fifth year and a lot bigger than Coventina.

"Damn he is-" Many girls interrupts Marlene.

"Hot?!"

"Beautiful?"

"Cute?"

"Dead." Antares mumbles unamuse by the glare Thanatos send him.

Coventina's eyes travels to Antares's arm, his arm was not so visible sice he waq wearing a white sleeves shirt but Coventina had her way.

Her eyes widens. A red mark, that it if someone looks clearly through the shirt.

"Whip?" She whispers.

Seekers were usually light and speedy, but Diggory's weight would be an advantage in this weather because he was less likely to be blown off course. Coventina whiled away the hours until dawn in front of the fire, getting up every now and then to wake Aelora up.

At long last Coventina thought it must be time for breakfast, so she headed through the portrait hole alone. "Stand and fight, you mangy cur!" yelled Sir Cadogan.

"Oh, shut up," Coventina relaxed.

"At least he is useful." Frank mumbles softly.

"You are kind of right." Xenophilius chuckles.

She revived a bit over a large bowl of porridge, and by the time she'd started on toast, the rest of the team had turned up. "It's going to be a tough one," said Wood, who wasn't eating anything.

"Stop worrying, Oliver," said Alicia soothingly, "we don't mind a bit of
rain." But it was considerably more than a bit of rain. Such was the popularity of Quidditch that the whole school turned out to watch the match as usual, but they ran down the lawns toward the Quidditch field, heads bowed against the ferocious wind, umbrellas being whipped out of their hands as they went.

The team changed into their scarlet robes and waited for Wood's usual
pre-match pep talk, but it didn't come. He tried to speak several times,
made an odd gulping noise, then shook his head hopelessly and beckoned them to follow him. The wind was so strong that they staggered sideways as they walked out onto the field.

If the crowd was cheering, they couldn't hear it over the fresh rolls of thunder. Rain was splattering over Coventina's face. Her body relaxed better under the rain as she let the rain fall on her hand.

"Half of her is like half of you." James tells Achilles softly, running his finger through Coventina's hair.

"I know."

The Hufflepuffs were approaching from the opposite side of the field, wearing canary-yellow robes. The Captains walked up to eacb other and shook hands; Diggory smiled at Wood but Wood no, looked as though he had
lockjaw and merely nodded.

Coventina saw Madam Hooch's mouth form the words, "Mount Your brooms." She pulled her right foot out of the mud with a squelch and swung it over his Nimbus Two Thousand. Madam Hooch put her whistle to her lips and gave it a blast that sounded shrill and distant they were off Coventina rose fast, her Nimbus was swerving much better than the others as she knew the direction of the wind.

She held it as steady as she could and turned, squinting into the rain. Within five minutes she was soaked to her skin and frozen, hardly able to see her teammates, let alone the tiny Snitch. She flew backward and forward across the field past blurred red and yellow shapes, with no idea of what was happening in the rest of the game. She couldn't hear the commentary over the wind.

The crowd was hidden beneath a sea of cloaks and battered umbrellas. Coventina was able to dodge twice a Bludger; her vision was not as clouded as others by the rain. She lost track of time. It was getting harder and harder to hold her broom straight.

"This game is dangerous yet so-" Achilles leaned back.

"So thrilling?" Coventina looks at him.

He nods.

The sky was getting darker, as though night had decided to come early. everyone was now so wet, and the rain so thick,s he could hardly tell them apart. With the first flash of lightning came the sound of Madam Hooch's whistle; Coventina could just see the outline of Wood through the thick rain, gesturing her to the ground.

The whole team splashed down into the mud. "I called for time-out!" Wood roared at his team. "Come on, under here-" They huddled at the edge of the field under a large umbrella; "What's the score?"

"We're fifty points up," said Wood, "but unless we get the Snitch soon, we'll be playing into the night." "Okay, team, let's go for it!" Full of fresh determination, she urged her broom through the turbulent air, staring in every direction for the Snitch, avoiding a Bludger, ducking beneath Diggory, who was streaking in the opposite direction. There was another clap of thunder, followed immediately by forked lightning.

"I hate that moment." Daphne hides her face in Theodore's crock of neck.

"Baby." Theodore smiles, looking at her lovingly.

This was getting more and more dangerous. Coventina needed to get
the Snitch quickly - She turned, intending to head back toward the middle of the field, but at that moment, another flash of lightning illuminated the stands, and she saw something that distracted him completely , the silhouette of an enormous shaggy black dog, clearly imprinted against the sky, motionless in the topmost, empty row of seats.

Coventina's numb hands slipped on the broom handle and her Nimbus dropped a few feet. Shaking her bangs out of her eyes, she squinted back into the stands. The dog had vanished.

"Dementors!!!"

"Papa..." Coventina mutters feeling their tighten hold on her. "I am fine."

James tried to relax but Achilles didn't.

"Coventina!" came Wood's anguished yell from the Gryffindor goal posts.
"Coventina, behind you!" Coventina looked wildly around. Cedric Diggory was pelting up the field, and a tiny speck of gold was shimmering in the rain-filled air between them-

Coventina threw herself flat to the broornhandle and zoomed toward the Snitch. "Come on!" she growled at her Nimbus as the rain whipped her face.
"Faster!" But something odd was happening. An eerie silence was falling across the stadium.

The wind, though as strong as ever, was forgetting to roar. It was as though someone had turned off the sound, as though Coventina had gone suddenly deaf- what was going on? And then a horribly familiar wave of cold swept over her, inside her, just as she became aware of something moving on the field below.

Anastacius kisses the top of head of Aelora who was worried.

Regulus looks at Pandora.

Before she'd had time to think, Coventina had taken her eyes off the Snitch and looked down.

At least a hundred dementors, their hidden faces pointing up at her, were standing beneath her. It was as though freezing water were rising in her chest, cutting at her insides. And then she heard it again.

Someone was screaming, screaming inside his head... a man..."If you touch her I will kill you-!"

"That's totally my voice..." James whispers.

"Stand aside you foolish idiot!"

"Who is that no nose bald man calling idiot?!" Sirius spats with anger.

"You are the idiot here."

"My voice." Achilles whispers.

"You two?" Coventina looks at them.

Numbing, swirling white mist was filling Coventina's brain.... What was she doing? Why was she flying? She was falling, falling through the icy mist.

"Poor baby." Aerys kisses Coventina's cheek much to Antares's dislike.

"Lucky the ground was so soft."

"I thought she was dead for sure."

"Shut up, she is waking up!"

Coventina could hear the voices whispering, but they made no sense
whatsoever. She didn't have a clue where she was, or how she'd got there, or what she'd been doing before she got there. All she knew was that every inch of her was aching as though it had been beaten.

She gripped on her hair, whimpering silently. "Ouch..." She hissed. Her heart was hurting worser than any headache.

"Don't grip on your hair like that." Achilles kisses her forehead.

"I promise nothing." Coventina shrugs.

"That was the scariest thing I've ever seen in my life." Scariest... the scariest thing... hooded black figures... cold..

Coventina's eyes snapped open. She was lying in the hospital wing. The Gryffindor Quidditch team, spattered with mud from head to foot, was gathered around his bed. Aelora and Anastacius were also there, looking as
though they'd just climbed out of a swimming pool.

"Tina!" said Fred, who looked extremely white underneath, the mud. "How're you feeling?" It was as though Coventina's memory was on fast forward. The lightning- the dog- the Snitch- and the dementors.

Antares sighs, tired.

"What happened?" she said, sitting up so suddenly they all gasped. "You fell off," said Fred. "Must've been- what- fifty feet?" "We thought you'd died," said Alicia, who was shaking. Aelora made a small, squeaky noise. Her eyes were extremely bloodshot.

"They are being dramatic, she would not have die." Antares rolls his eyes.

"I was there for a reason."

"But the match," said Coventina. "What happened? Are we doing a replay? We lose?" She asked. "Diggory got the Snitch," said George. "Just after you fell. He didn't realize what had happened. When he looked back and saw you on the ground, he tried to call it off. Wanted a rematch. But they won fair and square... even Wood admits it."

"Where is Wood?" said Coventina, suddenly realizing she wasn't there.
"Still in the showers," said Fred. "We think he's trying to drown himself."

"See? Your second copy perfect!" James squeeze Sirius's waist teasingly making him squeal.

"Damn you, Jamie!"

"Oh Morgana." She sighed.

After ten minutes or so, Madam Pomfrey came over to tell the team to
leave him in peace. "We'll come and see you later," Fred told her. "Don't beat yourself up, Coventina, you're still the best Seeker we've ever had."

The team trooped out, trailing mud behind them. Madam Pomfrey shut the door behind them, looking disapproving. Aelora and Anastacius moved nearer to Coventina's bed.

"She is very tired." Delphina chuckles.

"As always, tired of our trouble." Blaise grins handsomely.

"Dumbledore was angry but Black was very enrage," Aelora said in a worried voice. "I've never seen him like that before. Dumbledore ran onto the field as you fell, waved his wand, but Black was first and helped you to slow down from falling."

"He also know the patronus charms which shocked many when he used it
to pushed the Dementors away." Anastacius brought Coventina in a tight hug. "Be more careful!"

"You knew the patronus charm at that age?" Bellatris asks him.

"Yes." Antares looks at the screen feeling disgusts at talking to Bellatrix.

His voice faded, but Coventina hardly noticed. She was thinking about what
the dementors had done to her... about the voice. She looked up at them.

"I guess that my broomstick got destroy?" Aelora nodded. "Hm, send a letter to father." Coventina muttered tiredly. "And thanks Black for me, I need to sleep.

Aelora smiles and get on the hospital bed and snuggle into Coventina as they cuddles. Anastacius frowned but slowly he smiled and wrote the letter.

Coventina was curious, why would Black save her?

"Because you happens to be the only reason that I live for." Antares whispers, his eyes holds madness and love.

Meanwhile Coventina was still confuse about the wound on Antares. It was like a mark made by a whip.