"Let's go." Coventina grabbed Antares's wrist and dragged him 
out. "Don't ever follow me, I already have to deal with Weasley-" Antares raised a brow.
"Weasley followed you around?" He asked, his tone was cold which caught Coventina by surprise. "Yes," She sighed.
"And people, this is what you call 'possessiveness'," Evan smirks.
"Hm," Achilles sighs, he lay his head on James's lap while he went back to a light sleep where he could still hear the movies.
"I didn't allow you to sleep on my 
lap." James looks away. "Hm, don't 
care." Achilles replies. 
"Of course, you don't, you never 
do care." James murmured softly.
Coventina quickly pinned Antares against the wall, her hand covering his mouth which confused him.
"If you're talking about Malfoy -" "Of course I am!" said Weasley. "You heard him - 'You'll be next, Mudbloods!'- come on, you've only got to look at his foul rat face to know it's him -"
Antares's eyes widened, those two were talking about his cousin being the Heir of Slytherin? They are more stupid than he thought.
"Malfoy, the Heir of Slytherin?" said Granger skeptically. "Look at his family," said Weasley, closing his books, too. 
"The whole lot of them have been in Slytherin; he's always boasting about it. They could easily be Slytherin's descendants. His father's definitely evil enough."
"Pretty sure that Lucius would be 
proud if it was real." Peter snickers.
"Tsk, my son is clearly very smart, filthy snakes." Molly rolls her eyes.
"Why is he on his lap?" Lily thought bitterly while glaring at Achilles who was sleeping with his head on James's lap.
"They couldve had the key to the Chamber of Secrets for centuries!" said Weasley. "Handing it down, father to son..."
"Well," said Weasley cautiously, "I suppose it's possible..."But how do we prove it?" said Weasley darkly. "There might be a way," said Granger slowly, dropping her voice still further with a quick glance across the room at Percy. 
"Of course, it would be difficult. And dangerous, very dangerous. We'd be breaking about fifty school rules, I expect -"
"Just talk already!" Coventina thought.
"I would be just like her in those type 
of situation." Sirius pouts.
"You never take thing serious, 
Sirius." Regulus states.
"It's being Sirius!" Regulus sighs, 
"See?"
"If, in a month or so, you feel like explaining, you will let us know,
won't you?" said Weasley irritably.
"All right," said Granger. "What we'd need to do is to get inside the Slytherin common room and ask Malfoy a few questions without him realizing it's us."
"How so?" "All we'd need would be some Polyjuice Potion." "What's that?" said Weasley.
"What. An. Idiot." Coventina whispered. "Hmm!" Antares 
nodded.
"Snape mentioned it in class a few weeks ago -" "D'you think I have got nothing better to do in Potions than listen to Snape?" muttered Weasley.
"It transforms you into somebody else. Think about it! We could change into three of the Slytherins. No one would know it was us. Malfoy would probably tell us anything. He's probably boasting about it in the Slytherin common room right now, 
if only we could hear him."
"This Polyjuice stuff sounds a bit dodgy to me," said Weasley, frowning.
"What if we were stuck looking like three of the Slytherins forever?" "It wears off after a while," said Granger, waving her hand impatiently.
"He is really stupid-" Fabian pause, "You are right, brother." Gideon continue.
"You two! Stop insulting your future nephew!" Molly shouts. "It's called stating facts." Gideon replies.
Meanwhile Remina wince hearing Molly shouting, luckily Sirius glares at Molly shuting her up.
"Thank you." Remina whispers, "Anything for you." He replies.
"But getting hold of the recipe will be very difficult. Snape said it was in a book called Moste Potente Potions and it's bound to be in the Restricted Section of the library."
There was only one way to get out a book from the Restricted Section: You needed a signed note of permission from a teacher.
"Hard to see why we'd want the book, really," said Weasley, "if we weren't going to try and make one of the potions." "I think," said Granger, "that if we made it sound as though we were just interested in the theory, we might stand a chance..."
"Oh, come on, no teacher's going to fall for that," said Weasley. "They'd have to be really thick..."
Coventina waited for them to finally leave for her to take her hand off over Antares's mouth. "Go warn your cousin." She state firmly.
"Draco is not Slytherin's heir." Antares answered, "I know."
"How could she believe him?" Lily scoffs in disbelief and crosses her arms.
James sighs, he uncounciously run his finger throught Achilles's hair unaware of the look Sirius, Remina, Marlene and Euphemia were sharing.
"My baby boy!" Fleamont thought while frowning. "We need to l-" Euphemia glares at him. "Let them." She said firmly. "But love-" 
"Fleamont Charlus Potter." 
"I am sorry."
"Then I shall do as you wish, ma déesse." Antares smiled charmingly once again before walking away.
"Ma reine."
My Queen.
"Goddess to princess to queen."
"She deserve every title!"