𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐜𝐡𝐫𝐨𝐧𝐨𝐧𝐚𝐮𝐭𝐬 | 𝐠𝐨𝐥𝐝𝐞𝐧 𝐭𝐫𝐢𝐨 𝐞𝐫𝐚

Chapter 89. Seventh Year Twelve ☾

"Yes, it is color-coded, itemized, and laminated," Regulus said, pointing to the Black family copy stuck to their cabinet.

"Why do you have one?"

"Because Snape is anal."

Narcissa glared. "Is that any way to talk about your friend?"

"It's only because he's my friend I can say that."

"Okay, while Spots slowly overcomes his current panic attack, why don't we have Siria open her presents?" Sirius asked, slowly pulling the girl back to his lap.

Remus moved over to try and comfort the pale man, about to drop at the slightest breeze. "It will be fine, Severus. This is a good thing."

"The Dark Lord's not gone. We're not married. Black's revisions for Transfiguration next year aren't ready," Severus said, hyperventilating. Luna walked over and began rubbing his back.

Draco shrugged. "And we're still down one muggle studies professor."

His cousin glared at him. "Thank you, Draco," Dora said through clenched teeth. "You are being so helpful."

"If we're so concerned about the wedding, May 1st is the perfect date to do it," Narcissa said, smirking. "Everything is planned for. We just keep pushing it back because…"

"The Dark Lord is not taken care of yet," Severus growled, eyes flashing dangerously.

Narcissa jumped to her feet. "He may never be dealt with, Severus. It may be years; it may be millennia. And what if a new crisis pops up? Face it, there is never a perfect time to get married." She crossed her arms. "Now, do you love my niece or not? Because if you do, you need to step up and walk down that aisle. It will be a lovely day, we'll have a beautiful ceremony, and we can worry about the Dark Lord another time."

"Oh, look, Siria got a book," Sirius said, holding up "The Hungry, Hungry Caterpillar".

Hermione threw her hands in the air. "It's not from me!" She jumped up and ran out of the room.

"Actually, it was from her."

"Sirius, be considerate!" Remus sighed. He turned back to Severus. "Would it help if we made a plan for if Voldemort ever did attack Hogwarts?"

"If?" Harry asked, brow furrowed. "We know for a fact he's going to break in. There's a whole battle…"

Remus glared at his pupil. "If for the headmaster currently having a mental breakdown."

"What good is a plan if no one goes by it?" Severus asked, throwing his hands in the air. He jumped up and began pacing.

"You'll feel better afterward."

"And if it doesn't work?"

Regulus shrugged. "Who's to say it's the one we're going to use?"

"And someone got Siria a lovely jumper," Sirius continued, oblivious to the others around him.

"Sirius Orion Black!" Remus snapped.

The man looked up from his daughter's gifts. "What?"

"Your friend is having a nervous breakdown. Would you please take two seconds to get your head out of your arse and come over here to help him?"

"Oh, I didn't think he'd want all the attention."

"Well, now, we are strategically planning for a death eater invasion."

"Well," Shacklebolt began, brow furrowed in serious thought. "What is our first priority?"

"Everyone lives?" Neville said, brow quirked. "Isn't that always the first priority?"