━━ Her legs were weak, her hands were trembling with fear, her heart was racing, her lungs were struggling to hold on and she felt like she was going mad. She fell onto her knees, her palms pressing into her forehead as she took deep breaths.

She could feel the walls closing in around her, the air becoming thick and suffocating as her panic worsened. Tears streamed down her face as the fear threatened to overcome her. It was too much to bear, the weight of all the things she'd bottled up for so long and the knowledge that she was trapped in this room with no escape.

She had to get out, she had to get out. Quietly she apparated far away ftom the ball. She was back in her room. Tears streaming down her faces, at first she
confused because how could it be raining
in her room?

"Its tears, love. Not rain." James whispers heartbroken. God, he was going to kill the person who will soon send him in a magical coma and who kidnapped his children.

Nobody can escape Death.

She blinked and her eyes opened to the dim light of her bedroom. Her limbs shaking from the panic attack, her chest felt like it would be crushed by the pressure of her heartbeat. She looked around the room, disoriented and confused, trying to figure out what had just happened.

She felt breathless and weak, like she had just run a marathon. She needed
to calm down, she needed to try to understand what had just happened, to figure out what made her feel like she was suffocating, what made her panic.

Delphina rubs her hands against each other as she remembered having feel the same at her turn. It hurted so much.

Quietly, Anastacius places his hand over hers and stopped her from rubbing it again together. "Its okay, I am here." He whispers.

"Yes but who was there for Coventina?" The words were bitter. Coventina was like her savior, she saved her in many way possible and Coventina probably did not even know
what she did.

She sat down on her bed, taking deep breaths, trying to slow down her heartrate. She looked at her hands, still shaking, and tried to steady them. Nothing work.

What was wrong with her?

"Nothing." Sirius frowns, he see nothing wrong with his god daughter. In his- their eyes. She was perfect. She just needs love and she does not know it.

She looked at her hands for a slip of second, she saw blood on her hands. But it already disappeared for another second. Her tears almost frozen. She was frozen, everything was wrong with her.

"Blood...one question." Euphemia turns to Anastacius and Aelora. "Please do tell me since did when did you three get so used to
violence and death?" She was so worried. It was clear that mentally none of them were
stable.

Anastacius's eyes turns dull. "A truth or a lie?" He asked her.

"Truth."

"Since we turned two." Eyes turns to the sweet Aelora, she looks so empty and so different from the usual sunshine they saw on the screen.

Bellatrix presses her lips together. "Since two? Did you ever kill there then?"

Narcissa grits her teeth. "Bellatrix! This is not something to ask a child!"

Aelora raises a brow. "We did. You are not so scary. In front of Coventina, you would probably wish to be dead." The room's ten-
sion turned dense and cold.

"As if that little brat could even lift a finger against me, she is just a filthy halfbloo-!"

"Shut up!" Draco roars frustrate. "I am done with you all's shit." He stand up. Everyone's eyes were now completely on him. "You all pissed me off with your bullshit. And it now you?" He turned to Bellatrix with disgusted in his eyes. "That probably one of the many
reasons, you have no children. You are not worth being a mother and probably never will." His words pierced through Bellatrix's
heart.

Yet no one stop him.

"If you were reasonable, you would see
that you are being pathetic for asking very stupid questions and having a beef with a child." He rolls his eyes. "My fucking little
moon is having a panic attack and what you find of commenting is how powerful you considered yourself to be." He narrows his storming grey eyes at her. "Don't. Make. Me. Laugh."

"Now be a good little bitch and watch quietly before I decide to get rid of your
existence." Draco sits back down and pulled Aelora toward him.

Rodolphus shakes his head glares at his wife. A wife that did not love him.

He did not too.

"You okay?" Draco breaths deeply and nodded at Aelora's question. "Yes." He
sighs.

Achilles smirks and looks at Lucius. "This brat is truly a Laskos." Lucius nods as he chuckles at his shocks wife and his family in law.

A dragon's wrath.

She didn't know what was happening to her, she couldn't stop crying, she could
not breathe properly. As her heartbeat became even more rapid.

She couldn't even think straight. Her head was spinning, and her vision became tunneled. Everything became a blur. She tried to calm herself down but couldn't. She was trapped, trapped, trapped.

What type of person killed mercilessly?

"He-who-must-not-be-name."

"Antares Black." Aerys points out.

Remina gets worry at that.

What type of person used others?

"Antares Black."

What would her younger self think if she knew what she had became?

"Proud of how strong you are." Draco comments.

And its now that everyone noticed how devoted Draco Malfoy was to his cousin.

She was too lost in her thought to notice that she couldn't breath. As if here were
no air around her and she felt like her head was spinning.

She was losing control.

Aerys's breathes itched.

Her breathes were becoming more rapid a mix of hyperventilating and sobbing. She felt like she was suffocating, like there was no air around her, like every thing was closing in around her. Her mind was spiraling, her thoughts becoming incoherent, her whole body shaking and trembling, she felt like she was going insane.

She had never felt like this before, like her mind was losing control, like she was losing control. She wanted to stop, she wanted to be okay, she wanted to be able to breathe again, but she couldn't, she was stuck in this nightmare, and she didn't know how to get out.

Lilia feels anxious at her granddaughter's problem. She hopes she will be alright. Its hurts to see her children or grandchildren like this.

The rain poured down in buckets, thunder rolled across the sky, and lightning split the night air with sharp, blinding flashes. The air crackled with energy and the ground shook beneath her feet. It was as if the very elements themselves were in turmoil and her magic was being manifested in the chaos. She was a storm, and the storm was her.

"Beautiful.." Emrys whispers. He knows that his sister was a force to be reckoned
with. A nature that cannot be defied or
stopped. She was so so strong to be able to finally let herself show her emotions and
finally live a life that she deserve. He was so proud of her and always will. She could do no wrong in his mind.

Her heart beating so fast that she could not even registered what was happening or the chaos she was causing. "Breath." Someone whispered, she felt an aura of death coming near her grey eyes like the storm watching her.

Many wonders who was it.

"Papa." She sobbed, her arms wrapped around Achilles's neck.

James let out a sigh of relieve.

Achilles smiles.

She clung to Achilles, shaking and crying, her breath ragged and her heartbeat pounding in her ears. She felt like the storm inside of her was raging out of control, but Achilles's arms around her were like a calm in the midst of the chaos. She buried her face in his shoulder and let out a muffled sob, unable to say anything more.

Draco hears some cry and looks at Blaise who was sniffing as he was crying like a baby.

"Dramatic but understable."

"Listen to me, one, two, three." Her father murmured calmly. His thumb doing circle on her back to calm her. "One. Two. Three." He repeated softly. Despite the calm and the peaceful aura of Achilles, there was one full of dread, the scent of death and the taste of mist.

"Death always take the credit." Anastacius chuckles quietly to himself.

He lifted up her chin and wipe away
her tears. His eyes narrowed to the dangerous storm and lightning outside. And the fact trees were burning, a fire had start in the forest. He was clearly angry, his eyes shining with the power
of a god.

The fire was not his daughter's doing.

Altair raises a brown. "He knew what was happening to her. He always knows." How tired Altair was of those games.

He apparated both away from the room. Coventina felt her heart finally beating in the normal rate it should have since earlier. Being half councious, she kept her head on her father's shoulder while he picked her up bridgal style. "Sleep."

Laying her on his bed. The room was dark, whenever it was  the wall or floor. It was all black and it did bring comfort to her as she felt her Aamon slythered around her waist. A way to comforted her, it seemed.

"Aamon is a true savior." Marlene smiles.

Achilles snapped his fingers. Coventina felt asleep. Her breath a little shaky but she was covered by a soft blanket on her by Achilles and finally felt at peace after her panic. A memory being displayed in her mind.

It was not like the usual nightmare at the Orphanage, instead it was a memory of a
three children laughing freely. It soothed
Coventina for whatever reason and found peace as she lost conciousness.

"What a good way to calm her." Lilia says.

Achilles did not leave her side. He kept watch over her and did not sleep all night. Achilles was alerted when he got a glimpse of Coventina apparating away, looking too distress for her own good. A sigh escape his lips.

"What happened?" He hissed at Aamon. In the little time Coventina and the others had started living with him, Achilles had started taking potion to talk to Aamon. Even if the cobra was very sarcatic and sassy.

"Like his owner."

Aerys chuckles at that comment. Oh yes he was so much like Coventina.

"Panic attack." Aamon hissed speaking fact.

"That snake, I swear." Aurelius rolls his eyes.

"I know. I mean the reason." Aamon lifted up his tiny head tilted it. "My mistress has abandonment issues and the fact that the other brats are getting along to this new life does not help." Achilles caught the hidden meaning.

Oh.

It felt like an arrow slashez the two fallen angels into two. Its burns. It hurts. They couls never leave their little sister! She is a spart of who they are. They are broken damn without her.

Coventina thought that her older siblings, Anastacius and Aelora would abandoned her to their new friends ( Achilles does not approve of the twins ) and won't need her which had triggered her panic attack.

Delphina smiles sadly. "I am so sorry." She whispers.

"Its not your fault, sunshine. She loves you even if she never said it. Its not easy for her to be like this. Friendly and warm." Her lover explained to her.

"I-i know."

Aamon hissed quietly with disdain and snuggled closer to Coventina. He disliked
when people hurted his mistress. Family
or not, Aamon have only ever care his only mistress and no one else. For him, only his mistress mattered. And he will make sure that nobody hurt her ever again.

"Someone gift this cobra, a rat." Sirius says.

Marlene and Mari turns to Peter.

"..what the fuck, guys?!"