THE EASTER HOLIDAYS WERE NOT EXACTLY RELAXING. The third years had never had so much homework. Neville Longbottom seemed close to a nervous collapse, and he wasn't the only one.

"I feel them." Evan whines softly, with a pout. He remembers how many works they got from their rachers.

"Call this holiday!" Seamus Finnigan roared at the common room one afternoon. "The exams are ages away, what're they playing at?" But nobody had as much to do as Hermione.

Even without Divination, she was taking more subjects than anybody else. She was usually last to leave the common room at night, first to arrive at the library the next morning; she had shadows like Lupin's under her eyes, and seemed constantly close to tears.

Marlene could recognize who Hermione remind her. It was Lily, she remembers that Lily was a sweet girl not a bitter woman.

"What happen to you?" She whispers.

Weasley had taken over responsibility for Buckbeak's appeal. When he was nott doing his own work, he was poring over enormously thick volumes with names like The Handbook of Hippogriff Psychology and Fowl or Foul? A Study of Hippogriff Brutality. He was so absorbed, he even forgot to be horrible to Crookshanks.

Coventina, meanwhile, had to fit in her homework around Quidditch practice every day, not to mention endless discussions of tactics with Wood. The Gryffindor-Slytherin match would take place on the first Saturday after the Easter holidays. Slytherin was leading the tournament by exactly two hundred points. This meant (as Wood constantly reminded his team) that they needed to win the match by more than that amount to win the Cup.

"Slytherin against Gryffindor again, I wonder who will win." Arcturus humms.

"Slytherin, naturally." Lucretia states.

"Who ask for your opinion?" Says Alphard shamelessly embarassing
one of the member of his family.

It also meant that the burden of winning fell largely on Coventina, because capturing the Snitch was worth one hundred and fifty points. "So you must catch it only if we're more than fifty points up," Wood told Coventina constantly. "Only if we're more than fifty points up, princess, or we win the match but lose the Cup. You've got that, Haven't you? You must catch the Snitch only if we're --"

"OLIVER, QUIET!" Coventina yelled.

"Oh, he really had you fed up." Draco snickers.

"He couldn't shut up for one second." Coventina shrugs.

The whole of Gryffindor House was obsessed with the coming match.
Gryffindor hadn't won the Quidditch Cup since the legendary Charlie Weasley (Ron's second oldest brother) had been seeker. But Coventina doubted whether any of them, even Wood, wanted to win as much as she did.

Never, in anyone's memory, had a match approached in such a highly
charged atmosphere. By the time the holidays were over, tension between
the two teams and their Houses was at the breaking point.

A number of small scuffles broke out in the corridors, culminating in a nasty incident in which a Gryffindor fourth year and a Slytherin sixth year ended up in the hospital wing with leeks sprouting out of their ears.

Coventina was having a particularly bad time of it. She couldn't walk to class without Slytherins sticking out their legs and trying to trip her up; Crabbe and Goyle kept popping up wherever she went, and slouching away looking disappointed when they saw her surrounded by people. Wood had given instructions that Covenyina should be accompanied everywhere he went, in case the Slytherins tried to put her out of action.

"Not gonna lie, but you Slytherin are very... not good." Aelora states before someone tried to interupt her, she glares at them.

"I mean yes, you guys are to be sly and sneaky but why bully others? You guys have inferiority complex or something?" She let out a sigh. "Its just plainly adding to your bad reputation instead of making it better."

Some of the member of Slytherin couldn't help but felt guilty because it was true. They just pick on others to make themselves feel better.

James smiles, he couldn't feel more prouder.

The whole of Gryffindor House took up the challenge enthusiastically, so that it was impossible for Coventina to get to classes on time because she was surrounded by a vast, chattering crowd. Luckily Anstacius would glare at the students for them to run away.

Who was stupid enough to mess with a Peverell?

"Albus Dumbledore." Thanatos shrugs with a deadpan expression over his face.

All usual pursuits were abandoned in the Gryffindor common room the night before the match. Even Granger had put down her books. "I can't work, I can't concentrate," she said nervously.

There was a great deal of noise. Fred and George Weasley were dealing with the pressure by being louder and more exuberant than ever. Oliver Wood was crouched over a model
of a Quidditch field in the corner, prodding little figures across it with his wand and muttering to himself Angelina, Alicia, and Katie were laughing at Fred's and George's jokes.

"Team, bed!"

Coventina was rather happy to collapse on her bed and when she woke up, she notice the two figures next to her. "Ugg!" She groaned as she noticed the long dark hair, Aelora next to her was Anastacius. It was a few seconds before she remembered that the match hadn't taken place yet, that she was cool in bed with her sister and brother.

"No fair! You both get to cuddle to Tina whenever you want." Delphina complains.

"You get to cuddle Draco too." Aelora points out.

The grounds were still and quiet. No breath of wind disturbed the treetops in the Forbidden Forest; the Whomping Willow was motionless and innocent looking. It looked as though the conditions for the match would be perfect.

She stood up and went outside the chamber with her goblet in her hand. She prefered to walk down the hall of Gryffindor knowing that everyone must be asleep. After a while Coventina set down her goblet and was about to turn back to her bed when something caught her eye. An animal of some kind was prowling across the silvery lawn.

She peered out at the grounds again and, after a minute's frantic searching spotted it. It was skirting the edge of the forest now. It wasn't the Grim at all it was a cat Coventina clutched the window ledge of annoyance as she recognized the bottlebrush tail. It was only Crookshanks.

Or was it only Crookshanks?

"This is suspicious..."

"Really sus..."

Coventina squinted, Crookshanks seemed to have come to a halt. coventina was sure she could see something else moving in the shadow of the trees too. And just then, it emerged a gigantic, shaggy black dog, moving stealthily across the lawn, Crookshanks trotting at its side. Coventina stared.

"Padfoot!!" Aelora grins happily.

Antares rolls his eyes. "You meant, Dadfoot?"

Sirius smirks.

What did this mean? Crookshanks could see the dog as well, why did it seem to familiar?

"Aww my prongslette!"

"Tina?" Aelora rubbed her eyes sleepily with Anastacius who was leaning against the door with a soft yawn.

"Do you see that?" Coventina said unsure, she looked back at Crookshanks and the dog had vanished.

"What the hell?"

"You sneaky boy." Euphemia frowns.

"See what?" Anastacius said, seeing nothing.

"I.." Coventina frowned.

"Let's just go to sleep, Tina." Aelora said softly, she was not dumb. She was sure too as well as Anastacius that Coventina must have seen something.

"It's good to have family that believe
in you." Sirius says bitterly thinking abiut his own family.

"Yes! Is not that right Mina?" James smiles as bright the sun, Achilles falls
in love twice.

Coventina and the rest of the Gryffindor team entered the Great Hall the next day to enormous applause. Coventina couldn't help grinning broadly as she saw that both the Ravenclaw and Hufflepuff tables were applauding them too. The Slytherin table hissed loudly as they passed.

Coventina glanced at Antares who was sitting next to a blonde Slytherin girl. A fake smile was plaster on his face, making people think that he was listening to any stupid things that the girl was telling him.

Coventina's happy face turn into a frown while she tugs her nails on Antares's arms.

Antares watches her silently, he smiles abroadly. He did many stupid things to have Coventina with him but he does not regret it.

Antares catched her staring and smirked before mouthing 'I like
you staring,' He grinned.

"Another seastar moment." The shippers giggles between themselves.

Coventina scoffed, crossing her arms. She looked back at Oliver who was all happy. Antares chuckled.

Oliver spent the whole of breakfast urging his team to eat, while touching
nothing himself Then he hurried them off to the field before anyone else had finished, so they could get an idea of the conditions. As they left the Great Hall, everyone applauded again.

"Good luck, Potter!" called Cho.

"I do not need luck, Chang." Coventina found herself feeling offended.

"Please, play Traitor by Olivia Rodrigo."

"Okay- no wind to speak of - sun's a bit bright, that could impair your vision, watch out for it - ground's fairly hard, good, that'll give us a fast kickoff-" Oliver paced the field, staring around with the team behind him. Finally, they saw the front doors of the castle open in the distance and the rest of the school spilling onto the lawn.

"Locker rooms," said Oliver tersely.

None of them spoke as they changed into their scarlet robes. In what seemed like no time at all, Wood was saying, "Okay, it's time, let's go-" They walked out onto the field to a tidal wave of noise.

Threequarters of the crowd was wearing scarlet rosettes, waving scarlet flags with the Gryffindor lion upon them, or brandishing banners with slogans like "GO GRYFFINDOR!" and "LIONS FOR THE CUK' Behind the Slytherin goal posts, however, two hundred people were wearing green; the silver serpent of Slytherin glittered on their flags, and Professor Snape sat in the very front row, wearing green like everyone else, and a very grim smile.

"And here are the Gryffindors!" yelled Lee Jordan, who was acting as
commentator as usual. "Potter, Bell, Johnson, Spinnet, Weasley, Weasley,
and Wood. Widely acknowledged as the best team Hogwarts has seen in a
good few years -"

Lee's comments were drowned by a tide of "boos" from the Slytherin end.

"The truth hurt doesn't it?" James teases the Slytherin, he grins as they starts hissing.

"You gave others too much attention, malachi." Achilles frowns.

"And here come the Slytherin team, led by Captain Flint. He's made some changes in the lineup and seems to be going for size rather than skill-"

More boos from the Slytherin crowd. Coventina, however, thought Lee had
a point. Draco was easily the smallest person On the Slytherin team; the
rest of them were enormous.

And well she couldn't talk neither.

"See? You were tiny too and you still are!" Aelora sticks out her tongue.

Draco gasps dramatically. "You didn't!"

"Ae, you have no place to talk about height." Emrys reminds her.

"You oo, Draco."

"Captains, shake hands!" said Madam Hooch. Flint and Wood approached each other and grasped each other's hand very tightly; it looked as though each was trying to break the other's
fingers.

In the crowd, "The tension between those two." Delphina muttered to Antares who chuckled.

"They didn't just-" Sirius watches with his jaw on the floor.

"What? They would look good together." Delphina shrugs.

"Its like shipping James with Barty." Sirius scoffs while rolling his eyes when Evan and Achilles glares at each other's lovers.

"A foursome..." Delphina giggles.

"Mount your brooms!" said Madam Hooch. "Three... two... one..." The sound of her whistle was lost in the roar from the crowd as fourteen brooms rose into the air. Coventina felt her hair fly back off her forehead; She glanced around, saw Malfoy on her tail, and sped off in search of the Snitch.

"And it's Gryffindor in possession, Alicia Spinner of Gryffindor with the Quaffle, heading straight for the Slytherin goal posts, looking good, Alicia! Argh, no- Quaffle intercepted by Warrington, Warringtonof Slytherin tearing UP the field- WHAM!- nice Bludger work there by George Weasley, Warrington drops the Quaffle, it's caught by- Johnson,
Gryffindor back in possession, come
on, Angelina- nice swerve around
Montague -- duck, Angelina, that's a Bludger!- SHE SCORES! TEN-ZERO TO
GRYFFINDOR!"

Angelina punched the air as she soared around the end of the field; the sea of scarlet below was screaming its delight

"OUCH!"

"WHAT THE FUDGE?!"

Angelina was nearly thrown from her broom as Marcus Flint went smashing
into her.

"That's too far!!"

"Ohh, red flag."

Coventina watched Fliny with a cold glint in her eyes. "Stupid snake, they just keep ruining their own reputation like this." She was thankful to have come to Gryffindor for once.

"See? Venti agrees!" Aelora smiles.

"Sorry!" said Flint as the crowd below booed. "Sorry, didn't see her!" A moment later, Fred Weasley chucked his Beater's club at the back of Flint's head. Flint's nose smashed into the handle of his broom and began to bleed.

"Revenge!"

"Go nephew!!" The Prewett twins were giggling happily while watching their nephew plays.

"That will do!" shrieked Madam Hooch, zooming between then. "Penalty shot to Gryffindor for an unprovoked attack on their Chaser! Penalty shot to Slytherin for deliberate damage to their Chaser!"
"Come off it, Miss!" howled Fred, but Madam Hooch blew her whistle and
Alicia flew forward to take the penalty.

"Come on, Alicia!" yelled Lee into the silence that had descended on the
crowd. "YES! SHE'S BEATEN THE KEEPER! TWENTY-ZERO TO
GRYFFINDOR!" Coventina turned the Firebolt sharply to watch Flint, still bleeding freely, fly forward to take the Slytherin penalty. Wood was hovering in front of the Gryffindor goal posts, his jaw clenched.

"Now that I am taking a good sense of his last name...Wood?"

"Course, Wood's a superb Keeper!" Lee Jordan told the crowd as Flint waited for Madam Hooch's whistle. "Superb! Very difficult to pass -
very difficult indeed- YES! I DON'T BELIEVE IT! HE'S SAVED IT!" Relieved Coventina zoomed away, gazing around for the Snitch, but still making sure she caught every word
of Lee's commentary. It was essential
that she hold Draco off the Snitch until Gryffindor was more than fifty points up.

"Hmfp." Pout Draco

"Gryffindor in possession, no, Slytherin in possession- no Gryffindor back in possession and it's Katie Bell, Katie Bell for Gryffindor with the Quaffle, she's streaking up the field- THAT WAS DELIBERATE!"

Montague, a Slytherin Chaser, had swerved in front of Katie, and instead
of seizing the Quaffle had grabbed her head. Katie cart wheeled in the air, managed to stay on her broom, but dropped the Quaffle. Madam Hooch's whistle rang out again as she soared over to Montague and began shouting at him. A minute later, Katie had put another penalty past the Slytherin Seeker.

"THIRTY-ZERO! TAKE THAT, YOU DIRTY, CHEATING --"

Regulus winces. For years that he have ben playing quidditch, he has make sure that his team doesn't use those type of methode to win a match.

"Jordan, if you can't commentate in an unbiased way-" "I'm telling it like it is, Professor!"

"Jordan telling the facts."

Coventina smirked, she had seen the Snitch it was shimmering at the foot of one of the Gryffindor goal posts - but she mustn't catch it yet- and if Draco saw it - Faking a look of sudden concentration, Coventina pulled her Firebolt around and sped off toward the Slytherin end -- it worked. Draco went haring after her, clearly thinking Coventina had seen the Snitch there.

"How sly of you." Fleamont chuckles softly watching the younger version
of his granddaughter.

WHOOSH.

One of the Bludgers came streaking past Coventina's right ear, hit by the gigantic Slytherin Beater, Derrick. Then again

"That shit is dangerous." Aurelius pointing out the obvious with a
straight face.

WHOOSH. The second Bludger grazed Coventina's elbow. The other Beater, Bole, was closing in. Coventina had a fleeting glimpse of Bole and Derrick zooming toward her, clubs raised --
She turned the Firebolt upward at the last second, and Bole and Derrick
collided with a sickening crunch.

"Ha haaa!" yelled Lee Jordan as the Slytherin Beaters lurched away from
each other, clutching their heads. "Too bad, boys! You'll need to get up earlier than that to beat a Firebold And it's Gryffindor in possession again, as Johnson takes the Quaffle- Flint alongside her- poke him in the eye, Angelina!- it was a joke, Professor, it was a joke- oh no- Flint in possession, Flint flying toward the Gryffindor goal posts, come on now, Wood, save --!"

"We need someone like him in the Marauders!" James says like an excited child.

"What? You have me." Sirius pouts.

"Jealous?"

"Yes."

But Flint had scored; there was an eruption of cheers from the Slytherin
end, and Lee swore so badly that Professor McGonagall tried to tug the
magical megaphone away from him.
"Sorry, Professor, sorry! Won't happen again! So, Gryffindor in the lead, thirty points to ten, and Gryffindor in possession-"

Sirius laughs till his stomatch hurts. Euphemia was worried that she carss his back in a motherly way.

If they had to be honest, Aelora and Anastacius were just watching while listening to Lee Jordan who was like
a male lead in a drama movie.

"Kdrama is the best." Remina nods proudly.

"I do agree." Coventina nods.

Emrys shivers along side Antares. Coventina had them watching those series for hours. It was peaceful and torturing at the same time.

it was turning into the dirtiest game Coventina had ever played in. Enraged that Gryffindor had taken such an early lead, the Slytherins were rapidly resorting to any means to take the Quaffle.

Bole hit Alicia with his club and tried to say he'd thought she was a Bludger. George Weasley elbowed Bole in the face in retaliation. Madam Hooch awarded both teams penalties, and Wood pulled off another spectacular save, making the score forty-ten to Gryffindor.

Delphina looked away from the game, she was feeling uncomfortable from
the violence between both team. While Antares was merely disgust, he was going to kill one of his housemate if they touched Coventina.

"He did killed some of your housemates." Aurelius whispers
to himself.

The Snitch had disappeared again. Draco was still keeping close to
Coventia as she soared over the match, looking around for it once Gryffindor was fifty points ahead - Katie scored. Fifty-ten.

Fred and George Weasley were swooping around her, clubs raised,
in case any of the Slytherins were thinking of revenge.

Bole and Derrick took advantage of Fred's and George's absence to aim both Bludgers at Wood; they caught him in the stomach, one after the other, and he rolled over in the air, clutching his broom, completely winded.

Madam Hooch was beside herself "YOU DO NOT ATTACK THE KEEPER UNLESS THE QUAFFLE IS WITHIN THE SCORING AREA!" she shrieked at Bole and Derrick. "Gryffindor penalty!"

And Angelina scored. Sixty-ten. Moments later, Fred Weasley pelted a
Bludger at Warrington, knocking the Quaffle Out of his hands; Alicia seized it and put it through the Slytherin goal- seventy-ten. The Gryffindor crowd below was screaming itself hoarse- Gryffindor was sixty points in the lead, and if Coventina caught the Snitch now, the Cup was theirs.

Coventina could almost feel hundreds of eyes following her as she soared around the field, high above the rest of the game, with Draco speeding along behind her.

"You know, there are many times that I genuinely wish to turn you into a ferret then when someone kiss you, you may or not turn back to normal." Antares says bluntly.

"What? You better not fucking dare!" The ferret himself threatened.

Antares ignores him, he starts to
think how to do it.

Coventina was now marking Draco so closely their knees kept hitting each
other. Coventina wasn't going to let Draco anywhere near the Snitch.
"Get out of it, Tina!" Draco yelled in frustration as he tried to turn and
found Coventina blocking him. "In
your dream, dragon!"

"Cousin rivality!"

"Go!"

"Angelina Johnson gets the Quaffle for Gryffindor, come on, Angelina, COME ON!"

Coventina looked around. Every single Slytherin player apart from Draco was streaking up the pitch toward Angelina, including the Slytherin Keeper- they were all going to block her- Coventina wheeled the Firebolt around, bent so low she was lying flat along the handle, and kicked it forward. Like a bullet, she shot toward the Slytherins.

"AAAAAAARRRGH!"

They scattered as the Firebolt zoomed toward them; Angelina's Way was
clear. "SHE SCORES! SHE SCORES! Gryffindor leads by eighty Points to twenty!" Coventina, who had almost pelted headlong into the stands, skidded to a halt in midair, reversed, and zoomed back into the middle of the field.

"Win this and I will give you whatever you wish for." Sirius lifts up his finger. "Except my son becayse you need to stay old and single."

Achilles, Emrys, Anastacius, Aurelius and Fleamont nods agreeing with Sirius.

And then she saw something to make her heart stand still. Draco was diving a look of triumph on his face- there, a few feet above the grass below, was a tiny, golden glimmer Coventina urged the Firebolt downward, but Malfoy was miles ahead - "Go! Go! Go!" she urged her broom. She was gaining on Draco- she flattened herself to the broom handle as Bole sent a Bludger at her- She was at Draco's ankles, she was level.

She threw herself forward, took both hands off his broom. She knocked
Draco's arm out of the way and --"YES!" She pulled out of his dive,
her hand in the air, and the stadium exploded. She soared above the crowd an odd ringing in her ears. The tiny golden ball was held tight in her fist, beating its wings hopelessly against her fingers.

The Gryffindor starts to shout happily, some roaring and some meowing (the first years who tries to roar)

Then Wood was speeding toward her, half-blinded by tears; she seized
Coventina around the neck and sobbed unrestrainedly into her shoulder. She felt two large thumps as Fred and George hit them; then Angelina's, Alicia's, and Katie's voices, "We've won the Cup! We've won the Cup!"

"THATS MY HOUSE!"

Tangled together in a many-armed hug, the Gryffindor team sank, yelling
hoarsely, back to earth. Wave upon wave of crimson supporters was pouring over the barriers onto the field. Hands were raining down on their backs.

Coventina had a confused
impression of noise and bodies pressing in on her. Then she, and the rest of the team, were hoisted onto the shoulders of the crowd. Thrust into the light, she saw Hagrid, Plastered with crimson rosettes.

"Yeh beat 'em,, yeh beat 'em! Wait till I tell Buckbeak!" There was Percy, jumping up and down like a maniac, all dignity forgotten. Professor McGonagall was sobbing harder even than Wood, wiping her eyes with an enormous Gryffindor flag; and there, fighting their way toward Coventina, were Aelora and Anastacius.

The Slytherin rools thei eyes, some stays quiet while watching the future.

Words failed them. They simply beamed as Coventina was borne toward the stands, where Dumbledore stood waiting with the enormous Quidditch Cup. If only there had been a dementor around.. As a sobbing Wood passed Coventina the Cup, as she lifted it into the air, she felt she could have produced the world's best Patronus.

"That's was amazing."

"I can die proudly."