RAVENCLAW PLAYED SLYTHERIN A WEEK AFTER THE START OF THE TERM. Ravenclaw played Slytherin a week after the start of term. Slytherin won, though narrowly. According to Wood, this was good news for Gryffindor, who would take second place if they beat Ravenclaw too.

He therefore increased the number of team practices to five a leek. This meant that with Remina's anti- dementor classes, which in themselves were more draining than six Quidditch practices, Coventina  had just one night a week to do all her homework.

"ONE WEEK?!" Sirius shouts horrified. The thought of even doing homework was enough to scare him.

"Well James may be a pranker and a troublemaker but he is the head boy and pass all his exams." Alice shrugs.

"Dad is smart too." Coventina says, not wanting Achilles to left out.

Achilles grins, 'I am her favotite, aren't I?" He thinks to himself.

Even so, she was showing the strain nearly as much as Granger, whose immense workload finally seemed to be getting to her. Every night, without fail, Granger was to be seen in a corner of the common room, several tables spread with books, Arithmancy charts, rune dictionaries, diagrams of Muggles lifting heavy objects, and file upon file of extensive notes; she barely spoke to anybody and snapped when she was interrupted.

"She is a nightmare." Daphne let out a sigh.

"Like Pansy." Blaise adds.

"Shut it, Zabini-!" Pansy scoffs.

'Some pest can't just stay quiet, can they?' Coventina frowns  the moment Pansy talks.

Antares who notices her annoyance, slowly tuck her hair behind her ears. "Beautiful." He whispers softly.

"How's she doing it?" Ron muttered to Coventina who gave him a cold glare
for ever daring to look at her.

One evening as Coventina sat finishing a nasty essay on Undetectable Poisons for Snape. Coventina looked up. Granger was barely visible behind a tottering pile of books.

"What are you talking about Weasley?" She rolled her eyes.

"Getting to all her classes!" Ron said.

Arthur didn't know what to think
of his youngest son.

"I heard her talking to Professor Vector, that Arithmancy witch, this morning. They were going on about yesterday's lesson, but Hermione can't 've been there, because she was with us in Care of Magical Creatures! And Ernie McMillan told me she's never missed a Muggle Studies class, but half of them are at the same time as Divination, and she's never missed one of them either!"

"That's because she have a brain and use it unlike you, Weaselbee." Rolling her eyes once again, Coventina grabbed her pen and start doing her essay.

"But that's my nickname for him!" Draco frowns.

"Go cry to daddy." Aelora smirks.

"Keep quiet, Nikova."

Two seconds later, however, she was interrupted again, this time by Wood.

"Hey, Coventina." Wood wave at her. "Here." He placed a small box in front
of her. "I-i will go, good luck!" Without looking back, Wood left quickly.

"You made the OLIVER WOOD flustered at 13 years old?" Blaise raises an eyebrow. "I still can't do it!" He groans.

"I have charms." Coventina winks at him.

"Mate, you are having a nosebleed..." Theodore points out to Blaise.

Feeling curious, Coventina opens the box and her eyes sparkle at the small cakes in it. Sweet tooth.

"Mea dulcis dea?" Antares calls out quietly, his curly hair were covering
his pretty eyes─which was fixes on Coventina.

"Yes, Rubrum stella?" Coventina looks down at him with a hint of curiousness in her expression.

"May I taste your lips?" His voice was hypnotic. Coventina wonders how she could resist it.

"You want strawberries, don't you?" She  runs her hand throug his hair as gently as possible.

"Yes, your lips have the same sweet taste as them, I could drown of it and never want to be save."

"How romantic." She placed a strawberry in his lips, she was startle when he lick her finger so she squeals.

"Black!" She whisper harshly.

"Yes, pretty?"

January faded imperceptibly into February, with no change in the
bitterly cold weather. The match
against Ravenclaw was drawing nearer and nearer.

Coventina had write a letter to her family, telling her brother and father that Aamon was back with her. Much
to say that Achilles was relieve. On other hand, Emrys wishes Aamon didn't come back.

"You don't like him very much, do
you?" Alphard asked sobberly.

The world was ending.

"You're overworking yourself," said Remina, sternly in their fourth week
of practice. "For a thirteen-year-old wizard, even an indistinct Patronus is
a huge achievement. You aren't passing out anymore, are you and as well as your studies, you should rest, don't you think?"

"I am fine. I am not overworking myself. I do not like losing and I certainly won't lost a match. No need to worry." For a small moment, Remina was able to notice the grey flash in Coventina's eyes.

Antares squeezes her waist tightly. "I will have to deal with those bad hobby of yours." A shiver ran down her spine.

"If you say so, then here." "Butterbeer?" said Covenyina, without thinking. "I do enjoy it." Remina raised an eyebrow.

"Me and Anastacius usually drink it." Conventina said honestly. "I see," said Remina, "Well let's drink to a Gryffindor victory against Ravenclaw! Not that I'm supposed to take sides, as a teacher... " she added hastily.

They drank the butterbeer in silence, until Coventina voiced something she'd been wondering for a while. "What's under a dementor's hood?" Remina lowered her bottle thoughtfully.

"Hmmm... well, the only people who really know are in no condition to tell us. You see, the dementor lowers its hood only to use its last and worst weapon."

"What's that?"

"So curious." Emrys chuckles, he couldn't blame her, it runs deep in
the family.

"They call it the Dementor's Kiss," said Remina, with a slightly twisted smile. "It's what dementors do to those they wish to destroy utterly. I suppose there must be some kind of mouth under there, because they clamp their jaws upon the mouth of the victim and -- and suck out his soul."

The first and second years flinched at the explaination.

Coventina raise an eyebrow, as she slowly tilted her head. Her hair following the movement. "They kill?"
She asked.

"Worse."

"We should give that to Umbitch." Theo told his friends

"So true!" Blaise nods.

"Oh no," said Remina. "Much worse than that. You can exist without your soul, you know, as long as your brain and heart are still working. But you'll have no sense of self anymore, no memory, no... anything. There's no chance at all of recovery. You'll just exist. As an empty shell. And your soul is gone forever... lost."

Remina drank a little more butterbeer, then said, "It's the fate that awaits Sirius Black. It was in the Daily Prophet this morning. The Ministry have given the dementors permission to perform it if they find him." She ran her hand through her hair.

Sirius's eyes widened.

James grips on Achilles's shoulder, as if he was asking for something. His brother figure's safety.

Walburga feels her blood boil as she gritted her teeth with anger.

"Thats...bullshit!" Euphelia hugs Sirius.

Coventina sat stunned for a moment at the idea of someone having their soul sucked out through their mouth. But then she thought of Black.

"Does not that worry you? He is your husband and your son's father." Remina looked away as she thought about it.

"I am not sure on who to believe at the matter. He is my husband and he was accused of murdering my brother figure- it sound stupid because they would never hurt each other." She said slowly.

Coventina frowned, she liked Remina, she was strong, kind and loving but a little bit too trustfull. Coventina's eyes narrows, even she believed in Sirius Black's innocent. A Godfather can't hurt his Goddaughtet can they? And why would a rules breaker follows the rules of the man his family obey?

'Perhaps, she needs an heritance test too, who know what Dumbledore have been feeding her.' Thought Coventina.

Remina tenses, could it be that Dumbledoree have been poisoning
her with lies for years.

"It's okay." Marlene comforts Sirius.

"What about your son? Does he hate Sirius Black?" She sked curiously.

Eyes went on Antares, his eyes were not so soft anymore. He glances at those who were staring.

"Take your eyes off me begore I rip
it off." He growls lowly.

They obeys in fear.

"Antares doesn't hate him, nor does he have a special bond with him but he does love him like a father. I don't hate him neither." Remina smiled, ruffling Coventina's hair gently.

Coventina blinked her eyes confusely.

"Cute!!" Antare grins like a lovestick puppy whose tail were swinging out
of happiness.

No one would believe that this is the
guy that threatened them seconds ago.

After a few hours, she walked headlong into Delphina who was accompanied to a blonde hair next
to her, halfway up the stairs.

"My apology." The girl said looking at Coventina with her perfect pureblood mask.

"Tina!" Delphina didn't care to apologize as she hugged the hell out of Coventina. "Ah- Lestrange."

Coventina slowly hug back. She was confuse with people touching her out of nowhere.

"Kawaii!!" Aelora giggles.

"You must Daphne Greengrass the Slytherin's second princess." Coventina raise an eyebrow at the blonde girl who nod.

"Second? Who is first?" Rabastan asks curiously.

"Me, dad!" Delphina smile smugly.

"Then who is the Slytherin Queen?" Bellatrix raises a brow.

"Hrm..."

"Well..."

"Hahah..."

The Slytherin court looks in another way. Their Queen.

Antares smirks, playing with the ring on his finger.

"And you, Coventina Potter, Gryffindor's ice princess, golden girl and the girl that Antares seem to be head over heels to." Daphne listed an endless nicknames.

"He talked about me?"

"Every minutes, every moments, in every damn class and every single
time. I think I know things that even your house-mates doesn't know with
all his talking." Daphne rolled her eyes.

"James 2.0!"

James frowns, he admit that he was like that to Lily before but he also love another at that time.

There is no way that Antares or Coventina had a story like his or Achilles.

Right?

"Typical Antares." Delphina teased.

"Anyway, we have to go!" In a blink of an eyes, Delphina kissed Coventina's cheek and went away with Daphne.

Coventina let out a sigh and turned into the corridor to Gryffindor Tower and saw Neville Longbottom, pleading with Sir Cadogan, who seemed to be refusing him entrance.

"Aww! Baby." Alice smiles brightly.

Franks smiles at her.

"I wrote them down!" Neville was saying tearfully. "But I must've dropped them somewhere!" "A likely tale!" roared Sir Cadogan. Then, spotting Coventina and Weasley who just happened to be walking next to her.

"Good even, my fine young yeoman! Come clap this loon in irons. He is trying to force entry to the chambers within!"

"Shut up." Coventina said with a cold glare as she walked to Neville.

"Protect Neville is her fifth 'to do list'." Anastacius runs his hand through his dark hair.

"Really?" Alice giggles.

Coventina nods.

"I've lost the passwords!" Neville told her miserably. "I made him tell me what passwords he was going to use this week, because he keeps changing them, and now I don't know what I've done with them!"

"Oddsbodikins," said Coventina to
Sir Cadogan, who looked extremely
disappointed and reluctantly swung forward to let them into the common
room. There was a sudden, excited murmur as every head turned and
the next moment, Coventina was surrounded by people exclaiming
over her Firebolt.

"Merling's ball! Have those never see a Firebolt?" Draco raises a brow.

"Nobody is rich like you, Draco." Blaise shrugs.

"Coventina and Antares are richer than me! Even Aelora and Anastacius." Draco pouts.

Everyone sweatdrops.

"Where'd you get it, Coventina?"

"Will you let me have a go?"

"Have you ridden it yet, Potter?"

"Ravenclaw'll have no chance, they're all on Cleansweep Sevens."

"Can I just hold it, Coventina?"

After ten minutes or so, during which the Firebolt was Passed around and
admired from every angle, the crowd dispersed and Coventina cast 'purificet' which is a spell that can be used to cleanse an object of all dirt and impurities.

"That's the spell Altair used all the time with his twin." Aelora smirks.

"Altair doesn't use it much, only his twin does." Coventina corrects her.

"Yes, and how do you know that, mea delcis dea?" Antares whisper in a low tone yet firm as he tucks her hair once again behind her ear.

"You already know the answer, don't you?" She grins, a glint of mischief in her eyes.

"Tsk, I don't share." He looks away like
a petulant child. 'I can't even kill that bastard for it.' He frowns.

She looked around, no sign of Aelora or Anastacius. They must be in their room.

Sh looked around at the cluttered table, at the long Arithmancy essay on which the ink was still glistening,  at the even longer Muggle Studies essay ("Explain Why Muggles Need Electricity" and at the rune translation Hermione was now
poring over.

Apparantly Granger's favotite subject was Arithmancy but exactly what was wonderful about Arithmancy, Coventina never found out.

At that precise moment, a strangled yell echoed down the boys' staircase. The whole common room fell silent, staring, petrified, at the entrance. Then came hurried footsteps, growing louder and louder -- and then Weasley came leaping into view, dragging with him a bedsheet.

"LOOK!" he bellowed, striding over to Granger's table.

"LOOK!" he yelled, shaking the sheets in her face. "Ron, what --?" "SCABBERS! LOOK! SCABBERS!"

Peter rolls his eyes at the ugly name, that Weasley gave to him.

Granger was leaning away from Weasley, looking utterly bewildered. Coventina looked down at the sheet Ron was holding. There was something red on it. Something that looked horribly like -- "BLOOD!" Ron yelled into the stunned silence. "HE'S GONE! AND YOU KNOW WHAT WAS ON THE FLOOR?"

"So you fake your death once again?" Marlene rubs her neck gently.

"Coward."

"N -- no," said Granger in a trembling voice.

Weasley threw something down onto Granger's rune translation. Granger leaned forward. Lying on top of the weird, spiky shapes were several long, ginger cat hairs.

"Poor cat, being blame for something he or she didn't do.

Coventina walked up to Anastacius chamber in anger, she stormed in. Slamming the door as she ran her
hand through her silky hair.

"Tina?" Startles by the slammed, Aelora looked up at her. She was sitting next to Anastacius who was reading his book.

"That fucking rat is gone! GONE!!" The window glass trembled till it's shattered on the ground so did the others in some other dorms making the students startled.

Many flinches at the sidden noise. She was so powerful and talented. She could be danger for them.

On thr other hand, Antares was still pouting.

"Pettigrew...left?" Anastacius narrowed his eyes toward Coventina, his tone was slow and low. Quiet but dangerous.

"Weasley thinks that his rat is 'dead' but he must have escape the school which mean-" Aelora interrupted Coventina.

"Voldemort is back?" Aelora looked at Coventina with a glint of annoyance in her eyes. "Is that snake man not tired of dying or is it a kink of his?"

Many flinches at the name of the Dark Lord. His followers were so happy that they start planning his arrival with small whispers.

"NONSENSE!!" Molly shouts angrily.

"Which is you." Delphina smirks at Molly's red face.

"We need to inform father." Anastacius let out a sigh. The two were not surprise by sudden accidental magic attack, Coventina's anger is darker than any magic.

"ᴡʜʏ ᴀʀᴇ ʏᴏᴜ ʟᴏᴏᴋɪɴɢ ᴀᴛ ᴍᴇ?" Aamon hissed slowly, it was on the bed, relaxing like a normal human-as if it was one. Aamon tensed the moment the three siblings looked at him.

"You guys are traumatising that
snake." Lucius pities the cobra.

"Good." Emrys smirks, which disappears at the sigh of his fiance's sleepy face on his shoulder.

He blushes.

Aurelius smirks a little.

"ғɪɴᴇ!" He hissed. "ᴄᴀɴ'ᴛ ᴇᴠᴇɴ sʟᴇᴇᴘ ɪɴ ᴘᴇᴀᴄᴇ- ʙʏᴇ ᴍɪsᴛʀᴇss." Even with his harsh hiss, the snake didn't meant it
in a bad way toward his mistress.

Soon after Aamon slithered away, Coventina bite her lower lip, Aelora glanced at her worried. She knew
better than to talk her in that state.

"Once I find that ugly rat, I will make him wish that the devil was an angel." Peter Pettigrew was so dead.

Peter trembles from head to toe.

"Was not the devil an angel?"

"Lucifer?"

"WHO THE FUCK IS LUCIFER, please?"