THE END OF THE SUMMER, vacation came too quickly for Antares's liking. Having his déesse staying in his Manor was amazing.
He noticed that Coventina easily got along with his favorite uncle, Alphard Black. Who literraly called Coventina his 'niece in law' when she introduced herself.
"Of course, you did." Druella shakes
her head in disbelief. Alphard lift up
his glass with a grin.
"Well my daughter won't end up with your son anyway, Sirius, Remina." Lily shrugged.
"It's her choice, she is only eleven─ nearly twelve! She have many years
to decide." James states firmly.
"My son is right, no one force others love to anyone, if Coventina catch feeling for Heir Black while we watch, we will all accept it." Euphemia back her son up.
At their statement, no one dare to stand against them and instead they stayed quiet.
"And they are gagged, wow." Achilles chuckles.
They were currently in their compartment along side, Daphne Greengrass, Blaise Zabini, and Theodore Nott.
"New years, new me." Zabini exclaimed dramatically with his usual grin. "New year, new punch."
"Fine, I will shut up." Zabini rolled his eyes at Greengrass's words. "So, why are those three lions among us, snakes?" Zabini asked.
"Because," Coventina started, "We want to?" Aelora raised a brow, "We do whatever we want." Anastacius added. "And it's our business." They said together.
"I love how they always back each other up." Pandora state joyfully.
"Me too!" Alice smiles at the Ravenclaw girl.
"Okay, I got it." Zabini lifted up his hand and chuckled as if something was funny.
"I love your bow, Heiress Nikova." A smile appeared on Aelora's lips at Greengrass's commented. "Thank you, your necklace do match well with your eyes." Aelora stated.
Coventina flipped the page of her books while Delphina gasped , "Are you gonna keep reading?" She asked.
"Yes?" Coventina looked at up, raising a brow at the Heiress's confusion and dramaticness. "Books is life." Heir Nott said quietly.
"We are going to get along well, Heir Nott." Antares frowned and glared at Nott.
"Your son is just like you when you get jealous, Pad." James chuckles lightly.
"I don't get jealous!" Sirius denied quickly. "Peter kissed Remina's hand."
"What the fuck Peter!" Sirius frowns glare at Peter. "You are right, Potter, it's the same glare and frown!" Evan laughs.
"I did not do that." Peter shrinks in
his place and looks at his chips in confusion. "When did I kissed Remi's hand?" He thought.
The scene shifts to the Great Hall where the new first year were being sorted, Coventina was able to recognize on of them. Ginny Weasley, only daughter in the Weasley family.
Every year, this aged old hat, patched, frayed, and dirty, sorted new students into the four Hogwarts houses (Gryffindor, Hufflepuff, Ravenclaw, and Slytherin).
Coventina well remembered putting it on, exactly one year ago, and threatening the hat for its decision
as it was going to give too much attention of unwanted pests.
"Hey, talking about the hat, is he
okay?" Barty looks at his friends.
"Pretty sure that he is traumatised."
"Oh." Evan nods, listening to Barty.
"Just date already." Regulus thought while rolling his eyes.
Last term, Coventina, Anastacius and Aelora had helped Gryffindor win
the House Championship, beating Slytherin for the first time in seven
years.
A very small, mousy-haired boy had been called forward to place the
hat on his head.
Coventina's eyes wandered past her to where Professor Dumbledore, the headmaster, sat watching the Sorting from the staff table, his long silver beard and half-moon glasses shining brightly in the candlelight.
Several seats along, She saw Gilderoy Lockhart, dressed in robes of aquamarine. And there at the end was Hagrid, huge and hairy, drinking deeply from his goblet.
"Snape is not here." Coventina stated.
"It's professor, for God's sake." Lily shakes her head in disbelief.
"I think Snivellus sound better." James shrugs indiferrently. "James! You-! She must have get her lack of respect from you." Lily said angrily.
"Carefull, mudblood, or I might just show you, my way of showing respect." Gasps were heard at the M words. Yet no one defend Lily as the one who said was Achilles.
"Enough," James shakes his head, "My apologize, Malachi." Sirius raise a brow and glare at Achilles.
"Hurt him, I kill you." He mouth before getting slap gently on his head by Remina. "Moony! I was protecting Prongs from that-!" He muttered.
"And he is protecting James from Lily's harsh words." Remina reminds Sirius.
"Fine, you are right."
Professor Severus Snape was Coventina's least favorite teacher. Coventina also happened to be Snape's least favorite student.
Cruel, sarcastic, and disliked by everybody except the students from his own house, Slytherin. Snape taught Potions.
"Now, why are you not complaining huh?" James grits his teeth and tug his nails on his knees.
"Maybe he's ill!" said Weasley hopefully. "Maybe he's left," said Granger, "because he missed out on the Defense Against Dark Arts job again!"
"Or he might have been sacked!" said Weasley enthusiastically. "I mean,
everyone hates him -" "Or maybe," said a very cold voice right behind them, "he's waiting to hear why you two didn't arrive on the school train."
Weasley spun around. There, his black robes rippling in a cold breeze,
stood Severus Snape. He was a thin man with sallow skin, a hooked
nose, and greasy, shoulder-length black hair, and at this moment, he
was smiling in a way that told Granger that she and Ron were in very deep trouble.
"Follow me," said Snape.
Not daring even to look at each other, Granger and Weasley followed Snape
up the steps into the vast, echoing entrance hall, which was lit with flaming torches.
A delicious smell of food was wafting from the Great Hall, but Snape led them away from the warmth and light, down a narrow stone staircase that led into the dungeons.
"They are in trouble?" Aelora watched them leave. "Totally."
"Poor pests." Coventina rolled her eyes and watched the new girl getting sorted. The girl caught her attention.
"Okay so mini Black had to allow her to manipulate him to get her interest but
a new girl getting sort get in at one glance?" Rabastan raise a brow.
"Damn!"
"Luna Lovegood!"
"RAVENCLAW!!"
"That's must be your daughter Xenophilius!" Lucius look at his
cousin.
"Yours too, Pandora." Regulus smiles, he knows that his moon was dating Heir Lovegood.
Xenophilius smiles and blushes.
"Is she..." Coventina's eyes widened in surprise while looking at the dirty blonde hair girl, her eyes were unatural, it was silvery-blue-grey.
Anastacius smirked lightly, "That
girl is a real jewel that need to be protect." He thought.
"Aww!" Pandora smiles.
"I hope they become friends." Xenophilius smiles happily.
Meanwhile with Snape, Weasley and Granger. "In!" he said, opening a door halfway down the cold passage way and pointing.
They entered Snape's office, shivering. The shadowy walls were lined with shelves of large glass)
ars, in which floated all manner of
revolting things Weasley didn't really want to know the name of at the
moment.
The fireplace was dark and empty. Snape closed the door and turned to look at them. "So," he said softly, "The train isn't good enough for Weasley and his faithful sidekick Granger. Wanted to arrive with a bang,
did we, boys?"
"No, sir, it was the barrier at King's Cross, it -" "Silence!" said Snape coldly. "What have you done with the
car?" Weasley gulped. This wasn't the first time Snape had given Granger the impression of being able to read minds.
"The impression of reading mind?" Evan looks at Severus suspiciously. "Does he use Legilimency on them?"
But a moment later, she understood, as Snape unrolled today's issue of the Evening Prophet. "You were seen," he hissed, showing them the headline: FLY ING FORD ANGLIA MYSTIFIES MUGGLES.
"Stupid-" Gideon sighs, "Nephew." Fabian continues.
He began to read aloud: "Two Muggles in London, convinced they saw an old car flying over the Post Office tower ... at noon in Norfolk, Mrs. Hetty Bayliss, while hanging out her washing ... Mr. Angus Fleet, of Peebles, reported to police ... Six or seven Muggles in all. I be lieve your father works in the Misuse of Muggle Artifacts Office?"
he said, looking up at Ron and smiling still more nastily. "Dear, dear ... his own son. . . " Granger felt as though he'd just been walloped in the stomach by one of the mad tree's larger branches. If anyone found out Mr. Weasley had bewitched the car he hadn't thought of that.
"He did what!?"
Arthur gasps and smile brightly ignoring the glare from others.
"Incompetent." Achilles rolls his eyes.
"I noticed, in my search of the park, that considerable damage seems to have been done to a very valuable Whomping Willow," Snape went on.
"That tree did more damage to us than we -" Weasley blurted out.
"Wrong move." Fabian shake his head.
"Your son is really dumb, sis." Molly glares at her brothers. "Shut up!" She shouts making other hiss in annoyance.
"Woman, shut your mouth!" Achilles hiss with a menacing glint in his eyes making Molly gulps in fear.
"Silence!" snapped Snape again. "Most unfortunately, you are not in my House and the decision to expel you does not rest with me. I shall go and fetch the people who do have that happy power You will wait here."
Granger and Weasley stared at each other, white-faced.If Snape had gone to fetch Professor McGonagall, head of Gryffindor House, they were hardly any better off.
She might be fairer than Snape, but she was still extremely strict. Ten minutes later, Snape returned, and sure enough it was Professor
McGonagall who accompanied him.
Granger had seen Professor McGonagall angry on several occasions, but either he had forgotten
just how thin her mouth could go, or he had never seen her this angry
before.
"Sit," she said, and they both backed into chairs by the fire. "Explain," she said, her glasses glinting ominously.
Ron launched into the story, starting with the barrier at the station
refusing to let them through.
"-so we had no choice, Professor, we couldn't get on the train." "Why didn't you send us a letter by owl? I believe you have an owl?" Professor McGonagall said coldly to Granger.
Granger gaped at her. Now she said it, that seemed the obvious thing to
have done. "I - I didn't think -"
"That," said Professor McGonagall, "is obvious." There was a knock on the office door and Snape, now looking happier than ever, opened it. There stood the headmaster, Professor
Dumbledore.
"And she is supose to be smart." Peter sighs, and take another chips, Mortem want to slap him for always taking chips.
"And you are supose to be brave." Mortem rolls his eyes.
"I don't get why you have a problem with Gryffindor, just because Potter putted you in your place, does not mean you have to take revenge." Narcissa explains firmly to Severus who plainly ignore her.
"Next time you ignore my fiancé, I will make you sure that you remember your place, Severus." Lucius adds firmly.
"Yes."
There was a long silence. Then Dumbledore said, "Please explain why you did this."
They told Dumbledore everything except that Mr. Weasley owned the
bewitched car, making it sound as though he and Ron had happened to
find a flying car parked outside the station.
He knew Dumbledore would see through this at once, but Dumbledore asked no questions about the car. When Granger had finished, he merely continued to peer at them through his spectacles.
"We'll go and get our stuff," said Weasley in a hopeless sort of voice.
"What are you talking about, Weasley?" barked Professor
McGonagall. "Well, you're expelling us, aren't you?" said Weasley looked quickly at Dumbledore.
"Not today, Mr. Weasley," said Dumbledore. "But I must impress upon both of you the seriousness of what you have done. I will be writing to both your families tonight. I must also warn you that if you do anything like this again, I will have no choice but to expel you."
Snape looked as though Christmas had been canceled. He cleared his
throat and said, "Professor Dumbledore, these children have flouted the Decree for the Restriction of Underage Wizardry, caused serious
damage to an old and valuable tree - surely acts of this nature -"
"Someone shut him up, please!" Sirius whines loudly. "Here, my poor baby!"
Euphemia quickly take out a small soft towel and give it to Sirius to place it over his ears. "Thank you, Effie." He smiles.
Walburga looks away from the scene and smiles sadly while hr husband squeeze her hand gently.
"It will be for Professor McGonagall to decide on these boys' punishments, Severus," said Dumbledore calmly.
"They are in her House and are therefore her responsibility." He turned to Professor McGonagall.
"I must go back to the feast, Minerva, I've got to give out a few notices. Come, Severus, there's a delicious- looking cus tard tart I want to sample-"
Snape shot a look of pure venom at them as he allowed himself to be swept out of his office, leaving them alone with Professor McGonagall, who was still eyeing them like a wrathful eagle.
"You'd better get along to the hospital wing, Weasley, you're bleeding." "Not much," said Weasley, hastily wiping the cut over his eye with his sleeve.
"Professor, I wanted to watch my sister being Sorted -" "The Sorting Ceremony is over," said Professor McGonagall. "Your sister is also in Gryffindor." "Oh, good," said Ron.
"What? Does that mean if his sister went to Slytherin or other houses, he would hate it?" Rodolphus leans against his brother.
"None of my childs would ever get
in any house other than the great Gryffindor!" Molly state firmly.
"Explain the disapointment of having you in the same house as us." Marlene muttered under her breath.
"This woman need to stop breathing." A certain Malfoy thought.