THEY WERE GIVEN A BREAK. Much to Thanatos's annoyance, mortals were quiet loud including his descendants. For as long ad Thanatos have been the guardian of the Peverell and the Potter, he had knew their difference. The potter was born with chaos running through their veins.

The Potters, a tempestuous force, were always a whirlwind of activity, their lives a chaotic symphony. They lived life with reckless abandon, their passions burning bright and fierce. Their laughter was loud, their arguments heated, and their love profound. They were a family of extremes, forever pushing the boundaries of what was considered normal.

In stark contrast, the Peverells were a quieter, more contemplative bunch. They preferred the solitude of their own thoughts, finding solace in the stillness of the night. Their magic was subtle, their movements graceful. They were guardians of secrets, keepers of ancient knowledge.

Thanatos, the ancient god of death, had watched over both families for centuries. He had witnessed the rise and fall of empires, the birth and death of countless souls. Yet, the constant ebb and flow of life and death had never ceased to fascinate him. The Potters and Peverells, with their unique blend of chaos and tranquility, were a particularly intriguing study.

As he observed the Potters, a family of impulsive sorcerers, he couldn't help but shake his head. Their noise and disorder grated on his nerves, a stark contrast to the serene existence he was accustomed to. Yet, he couldn't deny the vitality that pulsed through their veins. They lived life to the fullest, embracing every joy and sorrow with equal fervor.

The Peverells, on the other hand, were a different breed altogether. They were masters of subtlety, their magic as silent as the grave. They were keepers of secrets, guardians of ancient knowledge.

Their lives were measured and deliberate, a stark contrast to the chaotic existence of the Potters.

It was like asking the difference between Coventina Potter and Anastacius Peverell.

Coventina Potter, was a paradox. Her exterior was a frozen facade, a mask of icy indifference that concealed a fiery core. She had learned to suppress her emotions, to bury the passionate soul beneath layers of stoicism. Yet, the fire still burned within her, a constant reminder of the untamed spirit that coursed through her veins.

Anastacius Peverell, on the other hand, was a creature of quiet contemplation. A descendant of the serene Peverells, he was a master of subtlety and nuance. His magic was as silent as the grave, his movements graceful and deliberate. He preferred the solitude of his own thoughts, finding solace in the stillness of the night.

Thanatos's lips twitches. It would be a lie if he says that he did not get attached to them. All of those little one were like a puppy that keep their teeth on his clothes. It was difficult for the god of death to not feel some form of attachment.

Thanatos had watched them grow, seen them fall in love, and witnessed their heartbreaking losses. He had been a silent guardian, a watchful eye, always there to protect them from the darkness. And as he watched them, he couldn't help but feel a sense of pride and affection for these mortal souls.

It was a strange sensation for a god of death, to feel such warmth and fondness for beings destined to perish. But as he observed the intricate dance of life and death, he realized that even the darkest corners of existence could hold beauty and meaning. The Potters and Peverells, with their unique blend of passion and serenity, were a testament to the enduring power of the human spirit.

And the new generation had no intention of dying.

Coventina, ever the observant one, noticed the contemplative look on his face. She speaks softly, her voice barely a whisper, "Thanatos seems lost in his thought."

Draco Malfoy, ever the cynic, couldn't resist a snide remark. "God can think?" he scoffs, his voice dripping with sarcasm.

Aelora, a sharp-tongued witch, retorts, "More than you do."

Draco, taken aback by her quick wit, could only manage a defeated, "Touché."

"They're acting like kids," Anastacius mutters under his breath, rolling his eyes. He glanced at his parents, James and Achilles. James, the eternal goofball, was currently nuzzled into Sirius's shoulder, looking utterly content.

Achilles, on the other hand, was pouting like a child who hadn't gotten their way.

"Can you believe them?" Anastacius asks, turning to his cousin, Draco.
Draco shruggs, a smirk playing on his lips. "It's the our family. What else did you expect?"

Emrys too was amused by the dynamic of their family. It felt very lovely and comfortable. A smile plastered on his pretty face, the sun prince was like the younger version of James but he was more responsible and mature.

Delphina, the curious one, posed a question that hung heavy in the air. "What do you think of us in the future?"
she asked, her voice a soft whisper. "We did not see Antares, Emrys, Coventina, or even Aerys." Her words carried a weight, a silent acknowledgment of the missing pieces in what they have witness earlier.

Draco, being a comedian, couldn't resist a snarky remark. "Maybe they were busy sucking each other off," he chuckles, a mischievous glint in his eye. A swift slap to the back of his head from Coventina silenced him.

Aelora, more contemplative, offered a different perspective. "Perhaps they were the one who sent us to fight those masked man?" Her voice held a hint of unsurerity.

Delphina, ever the optimist, hoped for a more exciting future. "We did found out that those people's blood were not the same as ours. They were puppets." Her eyes sparklea with a sense of wonder, a yearning for the thrill of discovery.

"The true question is by who?"

"Ravens." Antares leans his head on his déesse, Coventina's lap. The latter rolles her eyes but did not pushed him away. It was amusing to see how they went from childhood frinds to strangers to friends - frenemies ( friends from Antares' view ) ( enemies from Coventina's view ) to now. Coventina was unsure what was 'now'. She did claimed Antares as hers but what does it mean being hers? She hoped to find soon enough because it was eating her from the inside. Antares always did seem to bring out the most stupid curiousity out of her. He is able to make her question everything.

It was irritatingly pleasant.

Ravens?" Aelora echoes, her brow furrows in confusion. "What do you mean, 'Ravens'?"

Antares, oblivious to the growing tension in the room, continues to bask in Coventina's lap. "The Ravens, of course," he replied, as if it were the most obvious thing in the world.

"They're the ones who keep tabs on everything. They know the future, the past, and everything in between."

Aerys, though outwardly calm, was inwardly seething. She had always been wary of the Ravens, their cryptic messages and enigmatic ways. But she had never considered them as the architects of their fate.

"And how do you know this?" Coventina asks, her voice laced with skepticism.

Antares shruggs nonchalantly. "I just... know. It's a feeling."

"Feeling, my ass," Coventina mutters under her breath. She couldn't help but roll her eyes at Antares's cryptic remark.

While she found his confidence endearing, she couldn't shake the feeling of being left out, of being kept in the dark. Despite her annoyance, she knew better than to push him. Antares had his reasons, and she would eventually learn the truth. For now, she would bide her time, patiently waiting for the pieces of the puzzle to fall into place.

As she gazes into Antares's eyes, she couldn't help but feel a strange mix of frustration and affection. He had a way of unsettling her, of making her question everything she thought she knew. And yet, she couldn't deny the pull she felt towards him, a magnetic force that drew her closer, no matter how hard she tried to resist.

"Stop looking at me like that." Coventina mutters. Antares had this infuriating habit of gazing at her as if she were the only person in the room. His intense, unwavering stare often made her feel both flattered and self-conscious.

Antares grins, his eyes twinkling with amusement. "What? Can't I admire my déesse?" he teases.

Coventina rolls hsis eyes. "You're insufferable," she grumbled, though a small smile tugged at her lips. Despite her annoyance, she couldn't deny the warmth that spread through her whenever he looked at her like that.

Antares chuckles. "I know," he replies, leaning in closer. "But you love me anyway." Coventina hesitates  her heart pounding in her chest. Stop pounding!
she thought to herself with annoyance.
Why was her heart so annoying? She hate humans bodies. At this point, she hate everything but her love ones and nature.

Antares grins  satisfied. He knew he had her. He always will. Well he did felt taken off guard when she called him hers but he was jumping the entire time.

"Hey, we were talking about those Ravens, love birds?" Delphina smiles as she pinched Draco to make sure he does not ruin the mood with his stupities.

"Ah, the Ravens," Aelora remarkes, her voice laced with curiosity. "Alastor, Altair, you two know more about them, don't you?"

The Prince twins exchanged a knowing glance. "Indeed," Alastor replied, his tone measured. "They are a secretive organization, a group of powerful witches and wizards who have been watching over the magical world for centuries."

"They possess access to ancient knowledge and wield potent magic," Altair adds with annoyance. "While they can glimpse potential futures, they cannot control the course of destiny."

Anastacius nods, his interest piqued. "And Antares... he seems to have a unique connection with them," she observed. Altair smiled cryptically.

"Yes, his relationship with the Ravens is quite... bad." Antares yelps a loud 'hey!'
Altair rolles his eyes. "Don't try to hide it. All of the secrets will come out soon neither way. Thanatos is getting restless and Coventima is getting annoyed." Grey mixed with brown, the eyes of Antares was on Coventina again.

"They hate us." Aerys tells them. "All of us. Our court." Aelora looked offended.
"But we never even met them!" She says
with annoyance. Even Coventina was a little curious and taken aback.

We did," Aerys affirms, her voice carrying a weight of unspoken history. "Once, we did once." Her words hung in the air, a stark reminder of a past filled with both triumph and tragedy.

A hush fell over the room as everyone absorbed the gravity of his statement. The Ravens, once a distant, enigmatic force, had made their presence known.

The thought of seeing them again, ignite the anger and power that Antares had once tried to bury. Yet it easily fade away with the prescence of his déesse.
He once swore that that he would never allow anyone to separate them. He must keep it. Anyone who dare get in his way will die screaming.