Chapter One
Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter, JK Rowling does and unfortunately I am not her.
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.
HARRY POTTER
September 2020
It was September 1st, it was a sunny day and surprisingly warm for that time of the year. It was an early morning but the sun was already high in the sky and beating down on the people below. People were smiling at King's Cross Station because today was the day that everybody went back to Hogwarts; the most magical place to be. Families stood at the waiting portion of the station nine and three quarters, some crying at seeing their children leaving – most of them are the first year parents – and other parents looked happy to get rid of their child for most of the year.
Freya's family fell in the latter half of that group.
Being part of the Williams family wasn't easy. Williams' was meant to be cold, unfeeling and brutal. When the Wizarding War broke out, they sided with Voldemort and was a very big supporter of the Dark Lord. However, no one knew about the Williams' involvement in the war due to the fact Lance Johnson covered it up. In return, Freya would become a Guardian.
Freya looked out the window, looking for one particular family. It wasn't hard, she just had to look out for the sea of redheads and she'd find them quick enough. There were many redheads in the school, but when there was a conglomerate of them together, it definitely wasn't hard to miss them. Freya knew that if she found the Weasleys, then the other family wouldn't be too far away.
Of course, Freya was referring to the Potter Family.
However, there was one person Freya was looking for in particular. This person was arrogant, childish and vain. He was a pain in her backside and she wanted nothing more than to knock him down a few pegs.
It was James Sirius Potter.
James was very well known in Hogwarts. He wasn't just Harry Potter's oldest son, he was also a massive player, troublemaker and great at Quidditch. Not that it was something Freya would like to admit to herself.
Freya heard someone open the doors to the compartment in the train that she was in. "How was your summer, Freya?" A familiar voice said. Freya immediately recognised who it was without even needing to look; there were very few people who would approach her with a casual tone. Freya turned her head and sees Katrina Thompson – who was also a Guardian but of Frank Longbottom, Neville Longbottom's son. Freya shrugged her shoulders lightly, "Boring as ever, and yours?" She asked only in half interest. If any other person had tried speaking to her, she would have ignored them completely, but she had known Katrina for a long time.
Katrina's eyes lit up and she began rambling as she always did, quite animatedly. Every now and again, Freya would make sounds of interest to make it appear as though she was listening. However, Freya would never contribute and just let Katrina speak.
Freya and Katrina were so different from each other. Katrina was tiny and full of energy. She was pale with bright blue eyes and long blonde hair. She was cheerful and pretty and she definitely fit her Hufflepuff house. Freya, however, did not fit her house. She was in Gryffindor – but she acted more like a Slytherin. Freya was cold, harsh and sarcastic. She was ambitious and would do whatever it took to get what she wanted. Freya was tall for her age, taller than most guys in her year since she was five foot nine. She has long dark brown hair and stormy grey eyes.
"Starting the party without me, I see." Another voice said, appearing in the doorway of the compartment.
Freya rolled her eyes. "Ever heard of three being a crowd," Freya answered back dryly, glaring at the guy in front of them.
Ryan Jones – a fourth year Ravenclaw – with sandy blonde hair and hazel eyes. More importantly, he was the Guardian of Scorpius Malfoy. "And leave two gorgeous ladies alone, never." He smiled, showing his straight white teeth as he sat down next to Katrina.
Katrina began to talk to Ryan while Freya tuned them both out.
Freya looked back out the window, scanning the crowd once more. It was at that moment Freya saw him: James hugging his mother – Ginny Potter – before getting onto the train. Freya continued to watch as Ginny then turned to Albus and Lily, giving them both hugs and kisses. Harry was beside his wife, looking at children with affection. None of their family noticed Freya staring, no one ever noticed a Guardian. In Freya's five years of guarding James, he and his family have never once noticed her.
"Did anyone hear what happened with the Finnegan family?" Ryan asked brashly, not even bothering to lower his voice.
Freya's head whipped around and she glared at him, "Hush your mouth." She hissed at him, giving him her best death glare.
Ryan stilled under her gaze, looked very scared.
Freya took out her wand, "Muffliato." She muttered the spell around the room, allowing no one outside to listen in on their conversation.
"Never make that mistake again," Freya ordered him icily, for stormy grey eyes almost glowing under in the sunlight.
Ryan nodded his bowed head in shame, "Yes, of course." Gone was his charismatic personality. What was left was an obedient Guardian – just how they are trained to be by their parents.
Katrina looked at Ryan and Freya with a confused expression. "What happened to the Finnegan's?" She asked, looking innocent as she said this.
Freya exhaled deeply and she tried her best to be patient. Katrina was a Half-blood, her mother was a Muggle and her father was the Wizard. For her training, she would visit her father, but for most of the time off, she would visit her mother. It was that reason Katrina was guarding someone less important. Due to this, she wouldn't know much of what was happening in the Wizarding World, unlike Freya, who is a Pureblood and the Guardian to a Potter.
"The Finnegan's were attacked and their child has been reported missing," Freya informed them with a blank expression. Ever since this news had been announced, her parents had been frantic and had pushed Freya even harder than ever before in her Guardian training. This particular summer had been hell. At times, Freya had thought she wasn't going to live past this summer, but she picked herself up and dealt with it.
Katrina gasped in horror, her eyes wide. "No!"
"I heard that there is an uprising of Voldemort's followers," Ryan whispered, looking at Freya cautiously. He didn't want to risk her anger again. After being around her long enough, Ryan knew that Freya hated gossip.
Freya said nothing, not giving away anything. Her parents had made her attend all the meetings with Lance Johnson so Freya knew a lot more than quite a few people. Freya's father had always drilled into her that as a Guardian, she needed to be well informed.
Katrina looked unnerved, but it only served to make her appear like a small child, "B-but what about Kyle?" Katrina asked, mainly looking to Freya for the answers. She was referring to Kyle Grant, the Guardian of Caitlin Finnegan. Caitlin was a fourth-year Gryffindor and Kyle was a fourth year Ravenclaw.
Freya's stormy grey eyes looked at the ground. Freya knew Kyle quite well, the Grant and Williams family had been close friends for many years until the disappearance of Caitlin Finnegan. Then, Freya's parents dropped them like rocks. She and her family had been at Kyle's court case, where he had been found guilty and was sentenced to death. But there had been a rumour going around that her parents told her. Apparently, Voldemort's followers were trying to gain power, make themselves known again. There was a rumour that the Death Eaters had been the ones to kidnap Caitlin, but no one was sure.
"He won't be attending Hogwarts anyone," Freya told them, giving each a stern look. She then closed her eyes, trying to get the images of Kyle being taken away after being found guilty out of her head. He had tried to protest his innocence but he was ignored and dragged underground where he would never see the light of day again. He was only fourteen years old.
Katrina and Ryan's eyes widened, but they smartly didn't say anything else. Ryan seemed to understand what Freya was saying, but Katrina still looked confused.
Seeing as they weren't going to talk about the subject again, Freya took down the spell.
The rest of the train journey went by smoothly. Katrina and Ryan continued talking to one another, yet Ryan looked uneasy. He was constantly stealing glances at Freya – who had been reading her book the entire journey. It was only when Katrina got up to use the toilets, did Ryan let out a long sigh.
"Freya." Ryan began.
Freya looked up from her book but didn't say anything. She arched a perfectly plucked eyebrow, giving him the cue to speak.
"He's gone, isn't he?" Ryan asked in a hushed tone, keeping his voice down this time. He was referring to Kyle. Kyle had been part of their little group and had been Ryan's best friend. Kyle had been a happy person, never allowing anything to deter him. Freya had always admired how Kyle was able to do his job and still have a smile on his face, but now it was gone. He seemed to have the knack for always looking on the positive side.
Freya's facial expression gave away nothing. This was something she was well trained in, this is why she was known as the Ice Queen of the Guardians.
"Yes," Freya said after a few moments of silence.
Ryan's face became grim.
"Freya, do you ever wish we weren't Guardians?" Ryan asked he was now looking out the window with wishful expression.
Freya stilled for a moment. No one really wanted to become a Guardian, but no one said it out loud because admitting it was very dangerous and if someone told the wrong person, they could be facing trial. But Freya and Ryan had been friends for years – even though she wouldn't admit it out loud.
Putting down her book, Freya sighed. "Every day." She admitted softly, also looking out the window. This was something all their parents chose for them. They were given this duty to bring back honour to the family's name and that was it.
That was when Katrina walked back into the room and noticed the sombre atmosphere, "Eh? What's wrong?" Katrina asked, looking around with furrowed eyebrows as she took her place next to Ryan.
"He was annoying." Freya answered back smoothly, getting back to her book.
Ryan glanced at Freya, but she never met his gaze. Ryan forced a smile on his face and turned back to Katrina, "The Ice Queen returns." He joked, nudging Katrina with his elbow.
Katrina pouted and looked to Freya, "You could at least try to be nice this year." She said, looking disappointed.
"Why be nice to a bunch of idiots?" Freya answered back, reading her book.
Katrina huffed but continued her conversation with Ryan. While doing this, Ryan and Freya looked at one another before looking away. Freya had covered for Ryan, something she didn't do often. But there was a reason and it was because of Katrina. Katrina was pure and innocent and Ryan and Freya wanted to protect that. Katrina didn't know the true darkness that followed the Guardians.
The train screeched to a halt and everyone got off. As Freya was getting off the train, she noticed James instantly among the crowd. It wasn't hard, Freya was taller than most girls so she could see most people. James was easy to spot in a crowd too, he oozed arrogance and drew attention to himself wherever he went. James was tall, around six foot. He was lean and muscular from all the Quidditch he played, the many girls that he has slept with all describe how he had the body of a god. From Freya's sources, she knew that he had been made Quidditch Captain this year. James had wild brown hair and hazel eyes that everyone loved.
Everyone but Freya.
"Freya, look!" Katrina said, pulling on her arm.
Freya turned her head and saw what Katrina was pointing at. Carriages had pulled up and were being pulled by Thestrals. Thestrals were a breed of winged horses with a skeletal body, with reptilian features, and wide, leathery wings that resemble bats. They could also only be seen when someone has witnessed someone die.
"I wonder what's pulling it," Ryan asked, a curious expression on his face.
Freya said nothing, knowing that if she did there would be all sorts of questions, ones that she didn't want to answer.
Katrina looked to Freya, "Do you know?" She asked, her bright blue eyes looking at her with innocence.
Freya shook her head, "No, I don't."
With that, Freya, Katrina and Ryan got into a carriage. As they did, Freya noticed that James also got into the carriage and was in front of them. She made sure to keep an eye out for him, always watching him.
Two more people joined Freya in the carriage. Looking at them, she saw that they were Rebecca Singleton and Joseph Murry. Rebecca was a fourth year Slytherin who was at an average height and a tanned complexion. She has long black hair and brown eyes. She was the Guardian of Albus Severus Potter. Joseph was a sixth year Ravenclaw. He was short for his age and was very pale, he has short brown hair and blue eyes. He is the Guardian of Rose Weasley.
"What's the report?" Freya asked immediately as she saw the two other Guardians. These meetings were nothing new, she would always meet with other Guardians and they would give her their report. She was the leader of them all and everyone came to her if they needed advice.
"No disturbances," Rebecca said, her face void of any emotion.
"Nothing interesting happened over the summer," Joseph reported, looking just as equally void of any emotion.
Freya nodded her head. Even if her face didn't show it, she was happy with this information. Freya had been the longest staying Guardian ever. No one had been around as long as her. Rebecca was Albus' third Guardian and Joseph was Rose's fourth Guardian. No one knew to be a Guardian better than Freya and it's because of that she was respected by the others.
"Make sure it stays that way," Freya responded in an icy tone.
Rebecca and Joseph nodded their heads and said nothing more for the rest of the ride. The only person who talked was Katrina, who didn't seem to mind that no one else was talking. No one in the carriage had the heart to tell her to be quiet, and if anyone ever thought about it then they would get a frosty glare from Freya.
HARRY POTTER
Freya sat at the Gryffindor table, watching as James and his cousin Fred begin their plans of pranking. They did one big prank every year, each one more elaborate than the last. In their First Year, they managed to start a food fight by magically hitting one of the upper years Slytherin with mashed potatoes which were hilarious for others. In their second year, they managed to transfigure all professors robe's pink, the third year they managed to cause a firework display in the Great Hall, the Fourth year they turned some first years invisible and last year they magically changed the colour of Slytherin Students hair to Gryffindor colours.
Watching the Sorting soon became boring. There were quite a few Hufflepuffs this year, but not that many Slytherins or Ravenclaws. Due to her boredom, Freya soon turned her attention to James once more. He was sniggering to his friends, no doubt coming up with more pranks for the year.
Freya felt someone tap on her shoulder.
"Headmistress McGonagall asked for you to come to her office after the ceremony and to bring pear drops." A feminine voice said behind Freya.
Turning her head, Freya saw Fred Weasleys Guardian – Cordelia Cole. Cordelia stood tall and was in Gryffindor. She had short brown hair and brown eyes. She was the sixth year, much like Freya. However, Freya pitied her. Fred had been through so many Guardians, Cordelia was his seventh and the longest lasting one of them all.
Freya nodded her head but said nothing more.
Headmistress McGonagall stood at the podium, her face blank, "Hello, the students of Hogwarts. Another year is ahead of us. As a reminder, the Forbidden Forest is out of bounds to all students." As she said this, she sent a pointed glare directly at James and Fred, who tried to seem innocent but looked anything but.
Some first years began to chat, some looking rather nervous. However, all the others looked neutral, they had received that same warning over and over again so it was nothing new to them.
"That is not all." McGonagall announced, her Scottish accent faint, "We will also be joined by Durmstrang and Beauxbatons within the next few weeks, and I expect nothing to slip up." As she said this, her face became tight and her eyes hardened.
Excitement rung around the Dining Hall.
Freya's ears perked up. She and the other Guardians exchanged looks with one another, each one of them knew what that meant. The schools didn't meet up unless there was a reason, the last time Durmstrang and Beauxbatons visited Hogwarts was because of the Triwizard Tournament. And, if Freya's memory served her right, the last Tournament didn't exactly go as planned. It seemed as though the Guardians weren't the only ones alarmed. The Potters and Weasleys were also looking bewildered. James looked ready to stand up and shout, only his youngest sister Lily was holding his arm down. It wasn't very surprising that they were shocked, their father had companies to get the Triwizard Tournament banned after what happened – he had deemed it far too dangerous and many others had agreed with him.
"Now, time to eat." Headmistress McGonagall said, her face not looking as grim as it had been moments before.
Just as she finished speaking, a feast appeared in front of all the students. Freya picked at things – her appetite had immediately disappeared. All that was left was a sense of dread, she didn't like the foreboding tone in McGonagall's voice.
Dinner was a quiet affair for Freya. A few Guardians had tried to engage her in mindless chatter, but they were only met with silence.
Once all the food was gone, many people began to leave with their bellies full.
Freya stood up, planning to head to McGonagall's office.
The moment she did, ten dung bombs were thrown into the air by Peeves – who was cackling widely – and he began throwing extra dung bombs at random people. James and Fred were laughing loudly, giving each other high fives.
The Great Hall was a mess and stunk even worse.
"James!" Albus cried at his older brother with a disgusted look on his face. He had been hit dead on by the dung bomb.
"I'm going to kill you, Fred!" Roxanne cried loudly, giving her brother death glares.
However, Freya walked out unscathed as she had an invisible shield up the entire meal. As she walked away, a smirk crawled onto her stony face, she had expected no less from someone named after two Marauders and the son of George Weasley.
HARRY POTTER
Freya waited patiently in McGonagall's office, sitting in one of the spare chairs in the room. McGonagall had kept up Dumbledore's tradition of using Muggle sweet names for the passwords to the office. Freya didn't completely understand some of the names seeing as she came from a Pureblood family and her parents didn't allow her to have sweets.
McGonagall walked into the office with a stony face, no doubt she had to deal with James and Fred before coming here.
"Completely unscathed I see?" McGonagall commented briskly, walking to sit at her desk. She too also looked unscathed from James and Fred's prank.
Freya smirked, "Of course. People are idiots for not expecting them to pull a prank at the beginning of the year." It was practically tradition now. Ever since the first year – which is the first and only time she had been caught off guard –, Freya's guard had been vigilant and she constantly had an invisible shield around her at the welcome ceremony.
McGonagall nodded her head in an approving manner. "We have some new Guardians coming today and I was hoping you'd greet them. All of them are second years." She said, looking at Freya with an expecting look. McGonagall was the only teacher in the entire school who knew about the Guardians. She had to since she was Headmistress of the school. But Freya knew that McGonagall disapproved of the whole idea, she had stated it many times how she detested Lance.
Nodding her head, Freya replied. "Of course."
Right on cue, there was a knock on the door. McGonagall waved her wand and the door opened immediately. Three figures stepped in, each looking young and fresh-faced. There were two boys and one girl. They were all looking at each other nervously.
McGonagall stood up, "Come in and be quick about it." She said in an almost scolding tone.
The three stepped in and lined up in front of them.
Freya stood up and turned to face the newcomers. "State your name and the person you are going to be protecting," Freya said, her voice becoming commanding.
The girl went first and spoke in a quiet voice. "I'm Lucy Fisher and I'm guarding Lorcan Scamander." Lucy looked small for her age and looked very skinny. She has short auburn hair with freckles splashed over her face. She has brown eyes that were looking to the floor very nervously.
Freya looked to the next boy in line.
"I'm Miles Clarke and I'm guarding Lysander Scamander," Miles said trying to look braver than Lucy but it wasn't going well. He was also short for his age, but he had more 'puppy fat' on him, he had short brown hair and blue eyes.
Freya looked to the last one.
"I-I'm Connor Jones and I'm guarding Lily Luna Potter," Connor mumbled softly, staring at the ground. Connor was at a medium height for twelve years old, with blond hair and green eyes.
Freya nodded her head.
McGonagall walked over, the Sorting Hat in her hands. These three weren't here in the first year, Lucy and Connor had been in Beauxbatons and Miles had been at Durmstrang. The only reason that they were here is that they were needed as guardians. Guardians also didn't get sorted the way normal people did. Some last names brought too much attention seeing as all Guardian's parents were former Death Eaters. It brings less attention to them and makes sure the charge doesn't even know the Guardian exists.
Placing the hat on Lucy, the hat exclaimed. "Hufflepuff!"
Lucy looked relieved and sighed deeply, a smile appearing on her face.
McGonagall placed the hat on Miles. "Ravenclaw!" The hat exclaimed out.
Miles didn't look too happy about it for a moment, but he soon shrugged his shoulders and seemed to accept it. It wasn't like anyone got do-overs.
McGonagall took the hat off Miles and placed it on Connor's head. There was silence for a few moments, making McGonagall look down at Connor.
"Gryffindor!" The hat eventually yelled.
Connor's eyes widened, slight horror and disbelief in his eyes.
McGonagall took the hat off from his head, "Now, Freya will explain the rules to you. I expect you all to listen carefully." She said, giving each one of them a pointed look.
Freya stepped forward, catching the attention of the three new people. "My name is Freya Williams. I am the longest staying Guardian there has been. I know the ropes better than anyone. Have you all been informed of the rules?" Freya asked, looking at each one with an expecting look.
All three nodded their heads.
Lucy raised her hand, "W-who are you guarding?" She asked quietly.
When Freya looked in her direction, Lucy blushed and looked down at the ground.
"James Sirius Potter," Freya said in a plain tone.
All three of their eyes widened. Everyone knew how much of an honour it was to guard a Potter. Lance only ever picked the best to guard a Potter due to the fact Harry Potter saved the Wizarding World – twice.
"We'll be seeing a lot of each other. Each one of the Potter's Guardians always meets up every week." Freya said looking to Connor.
Connor weakly nodded his head.
"Now, all Guardians report to me. Every two weeks you will give me reports on their behaviours. Always take notice to even the littlest of details. You are to also look out for any suspicious behaviour from other students." Freya explains, her eyes icy and hard. She was staring at each of them, almost begging for them to challenge her.
Someone always did.
Not to be proven wrong either, Miles raised his hand. "Why do we need to do that?" Miles asked with annoyance in his tone.
Freya's icy glare landed on Miles, causing him to tense up. "I'll give you an example then since you're too much of an idiot to understand," Freya mumbled softly.
Miles shivered under her gaze, visibly backing down.
Rolling her eyes, Freya began to explain. "James is practically a celebrity here. He has fangirls and sometimes girls become too obsessed with him. As a result, they attempted to use a love potion on him. You are here to look after your charge and make sure no danger comes to them." Personally, Freya didn't see what was so special about James, but she would never say this out loud.
"Understand?" Freya asked, looking at Miles specifically.
Miles nodded his head, his demeanour now very submissive.
"For your first year here, I will help you. Come to me if you need any advice. But after that, you're on your own." Freya warned them with a severe look. She wasn't here to be everyone else babysitter, she had her own charge to look after.
McGonagall walked forward, three gold pendants in hand. "These are now yours. Keep these on at all times." She said, handing them out to each one of them.
Connor raised his hand shyly, "W-what are these?"
Freya pulled out her own gold pendant from underneath her uniform. "These pendants contain a very powerful memory charm. After talking to someone, they will forget about you. They won't even remember you're even there. This is how we stay under the radar and completely hidden. The only people this charm doesn't work on is other Guardians. Just remember to never take it off." Freya explained, looking down at her own chain. It was a very simple and plain pendant, a normal and plain chain with a plain gold circle pendant. However, hers was different. On the pendant, there was five red gemstone around the edge.
Lucy seemed to notice the difference. "Why does yours have gems on it?" She asked with a curious expression.
"A gem appears on the pendant for every year you successful guard your charge," McGonagall explained, also looking at Freya's pendant.
Freya knew that the pendant should be a sign of honour, but it meant nothing to her. Freya had guarded James for a successful five years and after every successful year, a gem would appear. After this year, she would get her sixth gem. However, not many Guardians managed to even get one gem.
"There is also a tracking spell in the pendant, this is so you can constantly track your charge wherever they are," Freya explained, putting her own pendant away. Through this piece of jewellery, Freya knew where James was at all times. Even when he used his invisibility cloak or the Marauder Map.
Each one of them took the pendant and placed it around their necks.
"Any questions?" McGonagall asked them, arching an eyebrow at them.
They all shook their heads.
McGonagall waved her wand, opening the door to her office instantly. "Then you are all dismissed. Now, off to the dorms with you." She said, shooing them away with her pointed eyes.
The three walked out of the office and Freya was about to walk out. However, McGonagall's voice stopped her.
"Not you, Miss Williams. I would like to speak with you." She said, sitting at her desk.
Freya turned her head, but wordlessly sat back down in the chair she had been sit