A/N: Fir those concerned fir Teddy's health, with his Godmother smoking, they have magic, they can make cigarettes that don't ruin your lungs.
Chapter 3: The Talk
North got up, looking very intimidating looming over her small, petite, 5'3 form.
"So, how about that talk?" North asked, raising an eyebrow.
Ankita got off the floor, having been playing with Teddy, and nodded, picking up Teddy. At least if I bring a baby, he can't hurt me or yell at me. Ankita thought, shrugging, while playing with Teddy's fingers.
North brought Blaise, Theo, Daphne, and herself into his office.
"Now," he started. "We need a few ground rules." he said, looking at the four friends, judging in his eyes.
The four shared a look. Who is he to judge us. He doesn't know what we've been through, the sacrifices we've made. So what, we curse, we smoke?! We've been tortured, shunned, those close to us killed. Ankita thought back to Fred, her fiancé, (plot twist ;)) who she saw be killed.
"Rule One: No cursing! Rule Two: No Smoking! Rule Three: Keep everything PG!" North yelled, startling Teddy, who immeadiatly started crying, making the friends glare at him.
"No can do," smirked Daphne, while Ankita was comforting Teddy. "You see, we aren't scaring the kids. They're used to us, they've been through worse. You want to know who was there for them when we were at war?! The Slytherins who were forced in the dungeons! Why were there young kids in the dungeon? Because they were going to be killed out there! Want to know who was scaring them? You guys! You-!" Daphne was saying before being cut off by the rest of the Guardians barging in.
"We are not! Children love us!" Aster yelled.
"Only the ones that believe! Do you think these kids believed in you after a war?! No, because you are loud, and so were the spells! You jump at us without warning, like the Death Eaters that made it down there! You talk about our memories, which means that you knew what the Muggleborns that did believe we're going through! You abandoned them! You abandoned us! You're loud, you punch things in frustration! Believe it or not, most of the Purebloods had parents that hurt them because of Voldemort!" Daphne yelled, at them. "So fine! Yell at us! But know that those kids out there, we're their family. We protected them in war, we were tortured in their place, we were their saviors, so no, we won't stop being us, because we are all most of those kids have right now-we are their family." Daphne finished, voice cracking.
Suddenly, there were kids in the room, hugging the four, though not as many were hugging Ankita, not wanting to crush Teddy. The Guardians suddenly realized how much they didn't know these children, or their lives.
North got up, apparently not realizing what the others had, and hit his fist on the desk. "I will not tolerate your behavior!" He yelled.
The children in the room suddenly shied away, hiding behind the four. The other Guardians became angry at North. Jack turned towards Ankita. "You should get the kids out," he whispered toward her. Ankita nodded motioning towards her friends, they nodded and left the room, getting the children out.
The Guardians turned towards North, glaring.
"What is your problem!" Tooth screeched. "They were right! I knew and I didn't help! I stopped getting their memories because, be-because, I didn't help, so they lost hope!" Tooth yelled at him, tearing up. Jack put his hand on her shoulder. "So, you hurt those children again-DO NOT INTERRUPT ME!" Tooth yelled, seeing North about to defend himself. Jack, seeing as no one was as tall as North, done above him and covered his mouth with his elbow. "If you hurt those children again, I will protect them like I should have. I will protect all of them, believers or not, because no child deserves that, none!" Tooth yelled, in the verge of sobbing.
North realized what he had done and say down, head in his hands, heart at his feet. The other three left, disappointed in him, but also knowing he needed time.
"I'm so sorry," Tooth told them. "I should have helped you, please forgive me?" she asked them, tears running down her face. The younger children nodded, luckily still having some innocence, while the older ones weren't sure. I mean they were strangers, strangers that had their memories and ignored them.
"Give us time," Colin Creevey said, knowing it was irrational, but still wondering if she could have saved his brother.
"You look a lot like a child I have the memories to, Dennis Creevey!" Tooth said. "He stopped believing in me, though."
"No he didn't," Colin said, mad that she didn't know, that she didn't care enough to look for him. "He's dead!" he yelled at her. Tooth gasped.
"I'm so sorry, I should have known," she whispered to herself, shocked, and sad, and disappointed, and mad, mad at herself. How didn't I know, WHY DIDN'T I KNOW! Tooth flew out, crying.
"Maybe we should continue tomorrow," Jack chuckled nervously.