Evergreen

“Awf, there goes my enemies to lovers trope! How unfortunate, but to be expected.” Aphrodite huffed in dismay while looking away from the screen in front of them.

The gods were watching their weekly ‘TV-special’, once again about their most recent catch of fancy. Which of course still was about the life of one Hariel Potter. The hero of the wizarding world, who was one of Hecate’s legacies.

Athena then made a noise in distaste at the goddess’ words.

“What was that?” Aphrodite then suddenly asked, her attention upon the other goddess now, which made the other gods and godesses’ heads then turn towards their direction. 

Athena only looked at her imperiously.

“I cannot stand your asinine commentary.” she said while she then turned her head towards the screen, ignoring the way the other goddess then hissed at her.

“Asinine, ASININE?! I will show you asinine, you-” Aphrodite started to say before she was cut short by Hera, where Ares then softly touched his fingers on that of the goddess of Love’s, in comfort. 

The sight which Hephaestus turned his head away from, his gaze was as hurt as always when it concerned his unfair lot in life.

“That will be enough of that now, we were watching something just now, weren’t we?” The Queen of Olympus then said in an authoritative voice, her gaze then rested upon her husband, who’s attention was already on the screen. 

His gaze still intently watching the figure before them. 

“Husband?” She said, which seemed to then catch his attention, by the way he sat stiffly  back on his throne, his attention now upon her, with the both of them ignoring the sudden chatter coming from around the room.

His stormy eyes then turned towards her in question, his face stern as always.

“What is it?” He then gruffly asked, and Hera had to hold in a sneer. 

The god was as distasteful as ever.

She instead smiled at him,

“Shall we continue watching then?”

Her eyes were cold when she looked at him. 

“That would be great actually, I still have some time to watch after all!” Hermes then happily added, while he jammed his arm against that of Apollo’s, who’s gaze then quickly turned to his with a pained sound. 

“What was that for?” The Greek God of the Sun then shouted in indignation, but before he could get an answer, he was interrupted.

This day seemed to have a lot of those apparently.

“Of course we are.” Poseidon then said, his gaze then turned upon that of his brother’s with an unknown emotion swimming in his ocean eyes., completely ignoring the way Hera then glared at him. 

Zeus only gazed at him for a moment then, seeming to find something in the other’s gaze before he looked imperiously at the God of the Seas.

“Of course we shall.” He then answered his wife, as though their conversation hadn’t been interrupted before.

They then all simultaneously turned towards the screen, from where they left off.

The death of one Sirius Black, who’s soul would be sent towards Hades’ halls they imagined.

The heartwrenching shouts of the young dark-haired girl seemed to follow them all then, even after they were done with watching her for a while.

Well, all but one that is.

For the God of War’s gaze then turned bright. 

For the bells of war were tolling.

Hariel once more laid on the floor of her godfather’s bedchamber.

Her gaze was once again devoid of life , which Kreacher wrung his hands in worry at.

“Mistress Hariel?” He tried to say again.

But she ignored him once again, which did not deter Kreacher from trying to bring life to his mistress’ eyes once more. He understood why she was like this, he did. But he did not like it.

Her eyes were the way he imagined his young master Regulus were…

He did not want to lose another beloved master, not again.

“Mistress, will you not be trying to eat some food? Kreacher had made it especially for you.” He then added, which seemed to bring the mistress Hariel’s focus then slowly back to him in confusion.

“Kreacher? I’m sorry, what is it?” She then softly asked him, her voice sounded scratchy. Which brought tears in Kreacher’s eyes, which he stopped from falling down.

“Come with me, mistress, Kreacher has made supper.” He then said, with a hand raised towards her, his eyes were begging her to take a hold of it, which she after a moment then did.

“Kreacher.” His mistress then suddenly said after taking a last bite of her supper, which she had done because of his fussing over her.

His gaze turned towards his mistress’ lovely green ones then, which also had specks of silver within them, the colour of the Blacks.

His mistress was truly the epitome of house Black, seeing as the blood of the many ancestors of house Black seemed to flow even more in her, overshadowing the other bloodlines by a wide berth. 

Adding her gift of speaking the Snakes tongue, his mistress was truly exemplary. Even his former mistress had agreed on some instances.

But back to his mistress, she was looking at him in sudden thought, which intrigued, but also made Kreacher happy! 

Seeing as that meant that he was getting his mistress back.

“Say Kreacher, if I were to search for a member of House Black, could I find them as the Head of House Black?” She questioned with a sudden glint in her eyes, a look he was all familiar with, what with the way he had seen it in the eyes of the other members of the Noble and Most Ancient House of Black.

“Of course, mistress. The former Lord Orion, and Arcturus before him did so.” He nodded, before he continued. “If you have been in contact with any of its members, you can find them by their magic-signature.”

His mistress then smiled at him, which brought such joy to Kreacher that he almost fell from his position beside her at the head of the table.

“That is good to hear, Kreacher. How might I be able to do that then?”

Kreacher then sadly shook his head, before he as quickly  raised it in excitement.

“Kreacher thinks he knows, just a moment!” He yelled before he quickly popped away and then returned with an ancient Black leather-bound book  in hand, which he handed over to his mistress with a smile.

“Here mistress, this should help. It is the book of the Head of the House, there should be an answer to your question in there, Kreacher is certain of it!” 

His mistress’ smile then turned warm towards him, which made Kreacher’s day, and hopes brighten up even more. 

He hopes his mistress will be happy.

That is the only thing he wants.