Chapter Twenty Five
Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter, JK Rowling does and unfortunately I am not her. However, I do own the OCs and the Guardian Program and the other things that being a Guardian entails.
Summary: After the Second Wizarding War, a Guardian was given to each child of the main families that helped in the war. They were all tasked with a simple job, protect their allocated person with their life. Somehow, Freya screwed it up in the biggest way. She fell in love.
There are going to be a lot of OCs, but the focus is going to be on Freya.
Enjoy!
HARRY POTTER
3rd January 2021
Freya sat on the Hogwarts Express and was looking out the window. She was relieved that the Christmas Break was over and now she was away from her parents. The training that her father had put her under wasn't pleasant in the slightest – she still had a few bruises that her father or mother refused to let her heal. It also didn't help that Freya was constantly thinking about two people: James and Katrina. She was also mentally cursing them both because they were distracting her from her training and her father seemed to notice this, which is why he went so over the top with her training. James was constantly on her mind anyway because she was his Guardian. However, now it had begun to change. Freya was now thinking about him in a different way. She began wondering what it would be like to talk to him without worrying about being caught or having to worry about being snitched on by one of the other Guardians. However, that's what made the pains in chest worst because she knew it would never be. She just had to shake off these feelings and she would fine. But she was finding this difficult because she had seen him over the Christmas Break at Lance's party and when he had been out with his family. Katrina was on her mind because they hadn't parted on the best of terms. Now, Freya knew she was going to be worrying about how Katrina would cope without her – would she be able to deal with Lance's strict requirements. Lance had been over at their house over the New Year and had prattled on about all the fertility spells that they were using to ensure that Katrina would be with a child within a few weeks. However, Lance had refused to tell them who the male in the equation was going to be and this confused Freya. After a few drinks, Lance always spilt his plans to either her or her father and mother so she found this particularly odd. The thought of Katrina going through this pained Freya, but Katrina had made her decision. There was no way for Freya to help her – she was on her own.
She was snapped from her thoughts when Ryan cleared his throat. He was sat down opposite her along with Cordelia. She had been ignoring the two of them because she couldn't be bothered to deal with anyone at the moment.
"How was your break, Freya?" Ryan asked, trying to make conversation. He was sick of just him and Cordelia conversing in awkward conversation.
Cordelia sent him a bewildered look. They had all been sitting together for an hour and not once had Freya attempted to make any conversation with them. To Cordelia, this meant that Freya wanted to be left alone and she was going to respect her wishes. They all knew what had transpired over the Christmas Break and no one really wanted to speak about it. Cordelia had also spotted some bruising near Freya's neck and it was just peeking out underneath her Hogwarts' robes so she had a good idea of what happened during Freya's Christmas break.
"Fine," Freya replied back dryly.
Ryan opened his mouth to ask another question, but Cordelia kicked him. She was sitting next to Freya and was able to kick him directly on his shin. Ryan cried out in pain and surprise. He looked at Cordelia with narrowed eyes and Cordelia returned the look.
'Leave her alone.' Cordelia silently mouthed to him. She was hoping he would understand and then leave Freya alone. Ryan thinned his lips but kept his mouth shut. He had got the message loud and clear, but that doesn't mean he liked it. They all went back to sitting in silence. No one was making a sound – the only thing that could be heard was the engine roaring loudly and their breathing. Cordelia went back to also looking out the window, enjoying the scenery she was seeing.
However, it seemed as though Ryan couldn't handle it anymore. "Have you heard from Katrina?" Ryan asked suddenly. He hadn't heard anything at all and he was desperate to know how Katrina was doing.
Freya visibly tensed in her seat.
Cordelia's eyes widened as she watched what happened. She mentally sighed in exasperation that Ryan couldn't help himself, but she was wondering what Freya would do. She knew that Katrina and Freya didn't depart on the best of terms because she had overheard everything. Cordelia had watched Freya as the announcement was made and she saw Freya take Katrina aside. Cordelia had been really curious and followed them.
Slowly, Freya forced herself to relax. "No." She answered shortly. The magic under her skin was getting agitated and pulsating. She was taking slow breathes in to calm herself, which seemed to be working for now.
Ryan frowned. "That's odd. You two are so close-" He never got to finish his sentence as the drink he was holding in his hand exploded and it splashed all over him and his uniform. Ryan sputtered in shock, not noticing the glass shards that had exploded into his skin because of the shock.
Without another word, Freya left the room. She didn't spare Ryan or Cordelia a glance as she slammed the compartment door shut. She needed to get away from them and now before her magic reacted even worse.
"Told you so," Cordelia said with an arched brow. She knew not to provoke Freya, even she could feel Freya's magic pulsating and that's what unnerved her. Usually, Freya was so kept together and controlled that this was definitely new.
Ryan glared at her as he used his magic to clean himself up. He winced as his magic pulled out the glass from the palm of his hand and sealed up his wounds. "Has something happened?" He asked with a curious expression.
Cordelia frowned and looked out the compartment door. She couldn't see or feel Freya's magical signature anymore. "Let's just say that Freya and Katrina aren't friends anymore." She said in a hushed tone.
Ryan's eyes widened. "What?" He too looked to the compartment door but there was no Freya in sight. Finding this out had instantly worried him. Katrina had always been there to calm Freya down – they balanced each other out. Katrina made sure that Freya was never too harsh on the new Guardians and Freya protected Katrina from the darkness of the Guardians. In all honesty, Ryan had always been jealous of how close Katrina was with Freya – and so were many other Guardians. It was very hard to find people you could trust in this business.
"…But, who's going to rein in Freya?" Ryan asked in hesitation. He mentally winced with how that question sounded – it sounded a lot worse than he had wanted it to.
Cordelia frowned and looked down to the ground. Freya wasn't a wild animal, but she could be cold, unfeeling and downright scary when she wanted to be. When Freya was being too mean, Katrina would swoop in and comfort Freya's victim. Katrina would then lightly scold Freya and tell her to be more mindful. But the mind-blowing thing was that Freya would actually listen to Katrina and she listened to hardly anyone.
"I don't know," Cordelia whispered softly.
The compartment was filled with silence and neither one of them spoke.
Back with Freya, she had stormed off to a quiet part of the train. She was near the front of the train where hardly anyone ventured because this was where all the Prefects gathered. However, Freya was very certain that no one would bother her here. None of them would notice her and they would forget about it very quickly. Just like everyone else – the Guardians would be easily forgotten, something that Freya was beginning to feel very bitter about. Freya leaned against the wall and she closed her eyes. She allowed the movement of the train to rock her and she found it soothing. She didn't appreciate the loud noise it made, but after many years of travelling on the Hogwarts Express, she had come to learn to live with the noise.
Just as she was fully relaxing, Freya felt a familiar magical signature walk towards her. Opening her stormy grey eyes, she saw who was now in front of her. Alexander stood in front of her, looking awkward. His hands were twitching and he was constantly moving his feet. It looked like he hadn't slept properly in a while, the dark circles under his eyes very noticeable and his skin was too pale.
"Freya…" Alexander muttered softly, tears beginning to form in his eyes.
Freya frowned and stared at him. "What?" Seeing Katrina's younger brother was painful because of how much alike they looked. They both had bright blue eyes and blonde hair – Alexander was basically the male version of his sister. They were both bright and bubbly but the only difference was that Alexander was more of a bookworm and did keep to himself most of the time.
"Have you heard from her?" Alexander asked, his blue eyes practically begging for an answer.
Freya thinned her lips and shook her head. "No." She said, this time more softly. As much as she was frustrated with Katrina, she could never take it out on her younger brother. He didn't deserve that kind of treatment. He was more than likely going through the same thing as her.
Alexander looked down at the ground. "Do you think she'll be okay?" He asked hesitantly. He wanted to know she would be alright, but he was scared in case he got the answer he didn't want to hear.
Freya had to stop herself from being blunt. She could easily tell him the truth, but she knew that wouldn't provide any comfort. However, Freya knew she couldn't outright lie to him at the same time because she didn't want to give him false hope, just in case. "Your sister is being stubborn and following her dream. She won't let anything stand in her way." Freya said, thinking back fondly of memories they shared together.
Slowly, he nodded his head in agreement. But, Alexander's lip began to quiver and the tears in his eyes only seemed to get bigger the longer he held them back. He was trying really hard to hold them back because he didn't like it when people saw him crying – but he felt safe around Freya, her aura was protective and strong.
Seeing this, Freya felt uneasy and she had to stop herself from cringing. She didn't deal well with people that cried, she would rather just leave the room and leave them to it. Whenever the younger Guardians would cry, Katrina would always run in and sooth them, providing comfort – something that Freya appreciated. For a moment, Freya just watched Alexander awkwardly. She didn't know what to do and her brain was telling her to leave. But something inside her wouldn't let her leave him. Cautiously, Freya moved forward to Alexander. She reached her arm around him but slowly retracted it. She reached out again but found she did the same thing and brought back her arms. She didn't know what do to and this just felt really awkward. Gritting her teeth, Freya gently wrapped her arms around Alexander, offering him a hug.
Alexander stopped crying immediately. He too seemed shocked. He had been told many stories from his sister that Freya hated hugs or any physical contact. When he had started crying, he had fully expected Freya to either leave or just stay there and watch. But when he felt arms wrap around him, all he felt was the shock. However, he quickly got over that and continued to cry. Alexander gripped the front of Freya's uniform and cried into her chest.
"Your sister will be alright," Freya muttered lowly, still feeling tense. She hadn't relaxed in the slightest and she knew she wouldn't until Alexander let go of her.
"H-how do y-you k-know?" Alexander sobbed openly, struggling to get his words out.
Freya pulled him closer to her, "Because I know Katrina."
HARRY POTTER
Later that day
All the Guardians were now gathered in Lance's temporary office. All of them were lined up information, with Freya, Rebecca and Connor in front of everyone else. Lance was stood up around his desk, looking at all of them. They had all received the signal to meet Lance at his office after dinner in the Great Hall and none of them could refuse Lance. Freya had an idea of why they were all gathered there – Lance's warning echoing in the back of her head. Lance had warned that there were going to be some changes after the Christmas Break but it hadn't been mentioned again when Lance was at her house. He seemed to be holding his cards close to his chest at the moment.
Lance cleared his throat. "Due to recent events, I had realised that I have been far too lenient as of late. However, that stops today." Lance said, his eyes becoming sharp as he looked at each and every Guardian.
Mentally, Freya disagreed with what he was saying. She was also sure that his dead victims and their families would also disagree that he was being too lenient. However, she never voiced this because it would also get her killed. She would rather not be his next victim.
"As of today, if any of you screws up, not only you will be punished, but so will your families. Anyone who has siblings will be included in this as well as Uncles, aunties and cousins. No one will be spared for your negligence." Lance said, placing his arms around his back.
All Guardians were silent, but Freya could feel the horror they were all feeling.
Lance continued. "Over the Christmas Break, I had visited all your families – extended or not. I have placed a mark on them, just like yours. However, if anyone disobeys me, that mark will be activated and it will instantly kill them." He said in a severe tone.
This instantly clicked with Freya. Over the Christmas Break, her father had asked her to leave the room while Lance 'spoke' to him and her mother when he came over one night. Freya had found this odd because she had never been asked to do this ever before – she had heard them discuss far worse things than anyone could imagine. Freya knew that she wouldn't be able to listen in because her father would notice and she really didn't want to get punished. Freya never found out what happened even when she was invited back into the room. All Freya noticed was that her mother looked the same as always and so did her father. It was only Lance's large grin that gave away anything.
"So, keep that in mind before anyone betrays me." Lance hissed lowly, his warning lingering in her air as he spoke.
No one dared to say anything at all.
"Dismissed." Lance waved as he moved to go behind his desk. He didn't look at any of them as he sat back down at his desk and began signing some documents.
Without another word, all the Guardians began leaving the room. As they left, Freya caught the eyes of Rebecca and Connor. When they made eye-contact, Freya nodded her head and walked off in the direction of an empty classroom. Rebecca and Connor both followed her, knowing that it was time to have the weekly meeting of the Potter Guardians. Once they were all inside, Freya cast the locking charm and the silencing charm around the room – soundproofing it. She didn't want anyone walking in, even though she was very confident that no one would be using this room until the next morning, but she wanted to be prepared.
Freya put her wand away when she was happy with the protection spells placed. "Status report." She said blankly.
Rebecca went first. "Albus appeared to be fine over the Christmas break, no changes." She said just as blankly as Freya. She had become used to cutting straight to the point – when she first started she had been a babbling mess. It was Freya who told her about the things she needed to report. Rebecca realised that she didn't need to report everything about her charge, only the things that are concerning or worrying.
Freya nodded her head, accepting this. "Nothing to report about James, no changes." She said, sharing her own observations. She may not have seen him much – she had seen him at Lance's ball and times when he and his family travelled. She had made sure to stay far away and just watched them.
Taking a deep breath, Connor went next. "N-no changes… all appears well." Connor said shyly, his face becoming a bright shade of red as he spoke. He didn't like public speaking, even if it was only with two other people.
Ignoring his nervousness, Freya looked to Rebecca. "Have you found any clue for the next challenge?" She asked. Before the Christmas Break, Freya had assigned the Slytherin a task: find out the clue for the next challenge in the Tri-Wizard Tournament. It was Freya's job to protect Albus inside the challenge, but Rebecca was back in charge outside it.
Frowning, Rebecca shook her head. "Unfortunately not. Roman seems to have hidden the key and he doesn't seem to have shared it with Ivan yet." She had tracked Roman and his family down over the break and had tried getting the key but to no avail. She had also tracked down Ivan and his family and had come up with nothing. She had been tracking all correspondence between the two and came up with zilch. There was absolutely no evidence of a clue to the next challenge.
Freya sighed, but she had expected this at the same time. "Keep checking. They may slip up when they're in Hogwarts."
Rebecca nodded her head in agreement. This is what the young Slytherin was hoping on. She was hoping that Roman would either listen to the clue again or share it with Ivan in Hogwarts. If he didn't then Roman really was playing to win.
"Anything else to report?" Freya asked them both, looking at them with a critical eye.
Rebecca shook her head, but at least met Freya's stormy grey eyes with her own brown eyes. However, when Freya looked at Connor, he refused to meet her gaze and looked at anywhere else but her. Instantly, Freya knew that something wasn't right and that he was hiding something, but she left it alone. She knew that if he wanted to say something then he would eventually.
"That's all for this week," Freya said, taking down all the charm around the room before walking about. She heard Rebecca walk away in the direction of the Slytherin common room and heard a set of footsteps behind her. She wasn't surprised, she and Connor were after all in the same house and she was heading in the direction of the Gryffindor common room.
"Freya…" Said a faint voice of Connor.
Freya stopped walking. "What?" She turned around to look at him and saw that he was looking at the ground, refusing to meet her eyes.
"…I-I do have some concerns about Lily…" He whispered lowly, his face flushed a bright red colour.
Freya internally rolled her eyes. "Why didn't you say anything before?" She asked dryly, feeling slightly annoyed. Those meetings were in place to discuss any concerns. It was quite common that Guardians that protected a family always met up. The Weasley's Guardians always met up and they did support each other – but they all snitched on one another too so they needed to be careful at the same time. They couldn't trust each other fully. Freya had already warned Cordelia about this as well as it was Castiel that led that meeting.
Connor gulped. "I-I was too embarrassed." He admitted slowly. He had seen how Freya and Rebecca always had nothing to report back and he wanted to be like that too. He wanted to be able to be confident and feel like he could really protect Lily.
Freya sighed and nodded her head. "Fine. But for future reference, speak up in the meeting. If you did then I or Rebecca could help you." She said, scolding him lightly. Usually, if any other Guardian did this then she would have been majorly annoyed and would be brushed them off. She probably would have told them to handle it themselves, but Freya found that she had a little soft spot for the shy Gryffindor.
Connor nodded his head frantically, understanding what she is saying. "I will. I'll try harder next time."
"Now, what's wrong?" Freya asked, getting straight to the point.
Taking a deep breath, Connor began. "I think Lily is getting bullied." He said quickly.
Freya arched a brow. "You think? What's your evidence?" It was a bold statement to make but Freya wouldn't be surprised if Lily was. Lily was a firecracker, outspoken and stubborn and people sometimes didn't like that – some may find it annoying. It also didn't help with her last time because there were still some people that didn't like the Potter name. James and Albus had also been bullied in Hogwarts, but that had been quickly put to a stop.
Connor frowned. "I have been finding notes in her room. They seem to be calling her names, horrible names. No one has done anything physical to her yet, but I am scared that if I don't do something now then it could escalate." The notes had been horrible to find. The notes took digs at her looks, weight and the fact that people only liked her was because of her family name.
Crossing her arms, Freya listened closely. "It sounds like it's one of her dorm mates. They would have easy access to place those notes without being caught. It could be more than one person too." She said, her lips thinning. Freya found that girl bullies were more vicious because they got into that person's head and would manipulate them with their words and it would only get worse if it did escalate with violence, especially if it was more than one bully.
Nodding his head, Connor agreed with her. "I think it is too, but how do I go about fixing it?"
"This is where your Legilimency comes in handy. Use this on the girls and find the answer for yourself. Once you do, make sure they leave Lily alone." Freya said, thinking about what she had done to James' bullies. At first, she didn't really know how to, but she soon found out that she liked making them scared beyond belief. They don't remember what happened, but they will always remember the terror of that night she tortured them.
Connor's eyes widened in panic. "I can't do that!" He exclaimed in panic.
"Then you're not cut out to be a Guardian." Freya fired back, her icy gaze locked onto him.
Connor flinched back as if her words had slapped him.
Freya sighed deeply before speaking again. "Connor, you were chosen for a reason. Not many people get to become one of the Potter's Guardians – only the best can become their Guardian. You need to have more confidence in yourself." Freya said sternly. To have a Potter as your charge was a huge honour – one that many people wanted for themselves. Freya knew that Connor had the potential to become a great Guardian but he just needed a push or two every now and again.
Connor flushed red in embarrassment as he looked to the ground once more.
"If you have any trouble, come and get me or Rebecca," Freya said before walking off. This time she wasn't heading to the Gryffindor common room but to the Quidditch pitch. Using her pendant, Freya had sensed where James was at that current point and he was at the Quidditch Pitch – something Freya had suspected.
HARRY POTTER
It didn't take long for Freya to reach the Quidditch Pitch. When she arrived, it was now considerably darker than before and all the lights were on in the Pitch. Freya stood at the edge of the pitch and in the shadows where she couldn't be seen. James was in the middle of the pitch with his broom. He seemed to be warming up first by doing stretches so that he didn't pull anything when training. This is what some people forgot about Quidditch, it's a very physical game and most players didn't stretch – one of the main causes of injuries in games.
Freya leaned against the wall and just watched. However, she found that she wasn't feeling that rush of bitter resentment she always felt when she looked at him anymore. This didn't panic her or alarm her though and she just revelled in it. Freya was finding the little things that James did was cute and not as repulsive. The way his nose scrunched up when concentrating or the way he ran his hands through his hair when he was nervous. It was all so annoyingly cute. Freya shook her head, trying to get rid of those thoughts – there was no point lingering on someone she could never be with.
James stopped his stretching suddenly and looked upwards. He began looking around the pitch as if he was searching for something and it didn't take him long to find it.
"How long are you going to watch?" James said suddenly, a smirk spreading across his face.
Freya's eyes widened as she felt herself freeze. She was expecting someone else to show up and speak, but no one ever did. Quickly, Freya tried to sense anyone else in the pitch but she came up with no one. It was literally just her and James. But, James couldn't be referring to her, could he? However, there was that other time James had noticed her in the Quidditch Pitch, could it be happening again?
James rolled his eyes. "Yes, you. Come out, it's creepy having someone just watch me intently." He said, teasing in his tone.
Freya felt her face flush but she soon pushed that aside. Taking a deep breath, Freya walked forward and out of the shadows and into the light. She could feel her heart pumping as she made eye contact with James.
Stormy grey met warm hazel eyes.
James' eyes widened. "It's you, Freya." He couldn't believe it was her again. After the Yule Ball, he had felt like something was missing from his mind but he left it alone because he kept getting this headache that wouldn't go away. But seeing her again made everything click.
Freya felt the butterflies in her stomach when she heard him call her name. "James." She said lowly, but she knew he heard her, especially when a large grin appeared on his face.
"What are you doing here?" He asked, running a hand through his hair.
Noticing this, Freya smirked and walked closer. "Just a late night walk." She knew that she should leave like she had done the last time. But she found that she didn't want to leave just yet – she just needed a few moments near him and then she would leave. Freya also found that she was feeling a lot calmer talking to James now, but she had a feeling it was because she didn't feel so guilty about talking to him anymore, like she was betraying Lance.
James nodded his head, understanding her reason. Sometimes a late night walk was very relaxing especially when feeling stressed or overwhelmed.
"And I take it you're getting in some Quidditch practice, even though it's cancelled this year," Freya said, arching her brow at him.
James grinned back, "Of course. I can't risk getting out of practice. Then I won't be able to impress the ladies."
This didn't sit well with Freya. The thought of James trying to get the attention of girls made her feel bitter and unhappy. In response, Freya rolled her eyes, "Oh please, I've seen better." Even as she said this, Freya knew that she was lying. James was one of the best Quidditch players in Hogwarts at the moment. No one could come up with the strategies he came up with or be as quick on a broom at him.
James' eyes lit up at the challenge. "Oh really?" He could tell she was lying – or it was own confidence telling him this, but he felt like she was egging him on.
Freya smirked. "Really."
James immediately grabbed his broom. "Well, it looks like I am just going to have to educate you." He said, feeling a bubble of excitement build in his chest. This was his opportunity to show her how good he truly was. There were some moved he couldn't use in Quidditch because other considered it too flashy or unnecessary but now he could truly show off.
Taking a seat nearby, Freya leaned back. "Be my guest." She said, the smirk only growing bigger when she saw the excitement in James' eyes.
HARRY POTTER
McGonagall watched the scene from her office with a fond smile. From her vantage point and using her telescope, she could see Freya and James talking to one another and McGonagall saw something she had never seen on Freya: a smile. When the oldest Potter had passed her in the hallway, she had quickly placed a little charm around him, temporarily protecting him from the memory charm in Freya's pendant. It was very experimental and it would only last for a few hours at a time. McGonagall had been working very hard on this spell but was having a hard time maintaining the spell for more than three hours. She was just happy that Freya was interacting with James in this time frame because it allowed Freya a moment of freedom – something she was sorely lacking. Satisfied, she walked back into her office and off the balcony, only to be greeted by a guest.
"You're interfering again, McGonagall." Said the voice of a woman. The woman was dressed in a robe with a large hood. The hood hides her face and so did the enchantments inside the robe itself.
McGonagall sent the woman a side glance. "Your point?" She asked blankly. She walked further into her office and sat down at her desk. She wasn't alarmed by the woman's presence, in fact, she had been expecting her to arrive for some time.
The woman sighed deeply. "You need to stop interfering. If you keep this up, you will get caught by Lance." The woman said venomously, it was as though the name itself burned her tongue.
McGonagall sent the woman a pointed glance. "Well maybe if you had actually done something, I wouldn't have needed to get involved." She fired back, her narrow gaze on the mysterious woman in front of her.
The woman stiffened. "Do not speak to me like that." She hissed lowly in warning.
However, McGonagall took no notice of the warning. "Or you'll do what exactly? I will speak to you how I like." McGonagall was giving the woman her own warning to back off. McGonagall's magic bubbled under the skin in warning.
The woman said nothing back in return.
Scoffing, McGonagall continued. "If you and your group had done exactly what you said they would, I wouldn't have had to interfere. You made this group to bring down Lance Johnson and yet he is still sitting comfortably."
"You know exactly why we can't do anything!" The woman exclaimed back in anger. "Lance has made it extremely difficult to uncover many things. Bringing it to light will be even harder."
McGonagall rolled her eyes. "Yet Harry Potter has been able to uncover just as much as you have, in less time. You've had years while he has had months."
The woman could say nothing back in defence.
"Why are you so interested in that child?" The woman asked, her voice low.
Frowning, McGonagall sat back in her chair. "She is the key, Freya Williams can bring down the Guardians. If only you'd see that." She said rolling her eyes. She and this woman had many conversations about Freya, but the woman refused to take an interest in the girl and would try and find someone else to bring down the Guardians.
"She is Lance's pet." The woman hissed in disgust.
McGonagall frowned, feeling defensive for Freya. "You don't know her."
The woman sighed, appearing tired of this conversation. "It wouldn't work with her anyway. We need someone reliable. If we are to bring down the Guardians, I need someone from the inside who will willingly testify against Lance." The woman said, shaking her head.
McGonagall rolled her eyes. "Freya is the only one who knows Lance well. She is the only one that knows all his secrets." This is one of the reasons she had picked Freya out of all the Guardians, but also because Freya reminded McGonagall of herself at times. However, she knew that if Freya turned on Lance then others would follow.
The woman stared at McGonagall for a moment. "How do you know this?" She asked, very cautiously.
Smirking, McGonagall answered. "Freya told me." It was in that moment, McGonagall knew that she had won the little spat between them and the woman sensed this too.
The woman's shoulders sagged in defeat.
HARRY POTTER
Hi guys!
Another chapter done!
Now, I plan to add more James and Freya moments. I have set up the story now and there is a lot planned for the future chapters that will definitely make it a lot more interesting. However, if you guys have any requests of situations you'd like James and Freya to in, send them in!