Chapter Five
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
The next morning
Freya now stood in McGonagall's office, getting ready to take the Floo Network to the Ministry of Magic. She was dressed in smart clothes and not her usual uniform. Freya wore a black gown and cloak along with small black heels. Usually, McGonagall wouldn't let any students leave the premises for anything other than to Hogsmeade on the weekends. However, these were different circumstance. If a Guardian was called by Lance then they must go, not even McGonagall could stop it. The other alternative was that Lance came to the castle and McGonagall was completely against that.
"I want you back here within the next two hours. If you are not back then I will come and get you myself." McGonagall said, looking at Freya to make sure there were no imperfections. She didn't want Lance to pick at anything like he had some students before.
Nodding her head, Freya replied. "I'll make sure to tell him that." However, she knew this was a lie. She could never tell Lance this, it would only enrage him and cause even more tension between McGonagall and Lance.
McGonagall nodded her head, even though she knew that Freya was lying. "Good."
Even though McGonagall looked completely composed, Freya could see that she was seething on the inside. Asking a student to leave Hogwarts – even on a weekend and also being underage – was seen as abominable to McGonagall.
Turning around, Freya intends to enter the fireplace, but her name was called rather loudly.
"Freya! Wait!"
Freya turned around and saw Ryan and Katrina running over towards her. They stop only feet away from her. At this moment, McGonagall said nothing about barging into her office and momentarily left to give them some space.
"What do you want?" Freya asked with a blank expression.
Ryan calmed down enough to speak. "We heard you were the first one that Lance called." He said, looking extremely worried.
Freya nodded her head, "Yes he did."
"But you never told us!" Katrina exclaimed, her bright eyes wild with worry.
Freya arched a brow at her. "Last I recall, you weren't speaking to me." She hadn't meant it to come out as harsh as she did, but she couldn't take back her words.
Katrina flinched. "I deserved that…." She mumbled softly, her gaze landing on the floor instead.
Freya sighed deeply. "I should have told you sooner." She hadn't wanted to tell Katrina anything, but Lance had forced her hand due to this review of his. Katrina was so happy and bright, the exact opposite of herself and Freya wanted to keep it that way. If Katrina had found out from someone else then it would have been worse.
Katrina shook her head. "No, I understand why you didn't. Ryan told me." She said, sparing a thankful glance towards their male friend.
Freya looked at Ryan, only to see him grinning sheepishly.
McGonagall came back into the room. "Miss Williams, if you do not leave now you're going to be late." She said with a warning in her tone.
Nodding her head, Freya looked to Ryan and Katrina. "I'll be back soon." She said as she attempted to smile. But it looked faked and forced, which it was. After trying a few times to smile, she stopped and just smirked. Freya hadn't smiled in years – not a true smile anyway.
Biting her lip, Katrina jumped at Freya, hugging her fiercely. Freya clenched up the minute Katrina hugged her and didn't relax until Katrina let go of her.
"Good luck." Katrina whispered softly before stepping away.
Ryan smiled at her, sending her wave. He knew how much Freya hated physical contact, he also wasn't brave enough to do what Katrina had just done.
Freya nodded her head and stepped into the fireplace. She took a handful of Floo powder and spoke. "Ministry of Guardians." She said clearly, throwing the powder onto the ground. Green flames engulfed her and she disappeared.
Ryan held onto Katrina's hand tightly. "Please be safe, Freya." He whispered softly so no one else could hear him.
McGonagall appeared behind Ryan and placed a hand on his shoulder.
Opening her eyes, Freya saw she was in the Ministry of Guardians. Keeping her disgust to the place to herself, she stepped out from the fireplace and headed over to the desk. At the desk was a woman – Eva Lamb, who was also known as Lance's secretary.
"Freya Williams, I have an appointment." Freya said when she gets close.
Eva looked up. She is a young small woman of Asian descent. She has long dark hair with brown eyes. "He'll be with you in just a moment, Freya." Eva said with a smile before looking back to her work. She had been Lance's secretary for years – and like many Guardians she too was sworn to secrecy.
Freya said nothing as she sat down on one of the chairs. Looking around the room, she saw no one else in the room with her, only Eva and herself. This room brought back memories for Freya, ones that she would rather forget.
After a few moments, Eva stood up. "He'll see you now." Eva said, the robotic smile on her face like always.
Saying nothing, Freya stood up and walked into the other room, this one being Lance's office. Opening the door, Freya stepped through to see Lance sitting at his desk, looking through some files. She had no doubt in her mind that he was looking at her file.
Lance looked up and saw her. "Ah Freya! You're early like always." He said, standing up to greet her. He walked over to her and hugged her, much to her chagrin. Lance squeezed her tightly and held her longer than she would have liked at all.
"My parents have always taught me to be early, never late, sir." Freya answered back with a blank expression. Showing emotion in front of this man is a deadly game, one that many people have lost and paid with their lives. It did come in handy, Freya had manged to stop herself from tensing and forced herself to relax.
Lance lets go after lingering for a moment too long. "Yes, Rupert has never been late before, and neither has Vivienne either." Lance said, he lets go and goes to walk forward. Only, he grabbed Freya by her waist and walked her forward.
Freya sat down in the seat directly opposite him. Not that he would let her sit anywhere else. He had directed her to that exact seat.
The smile on Lance's face immediately disappeared when he sat down. "Now Freya, do you know why I've called you here?" He asked, his tone serious.
Freya nodded her head. "Yes, it's for the review, sir." She answered him clearly.
Lance beamed at her with a smile too large for his face. "Excellent! And do you know why this review has to be done?" He asked, looking at her expectantly.
"It is because of the disappearance of Caitlin Finnegan, sir." Freya answered him with a void expression.
Nodding his head, Lance spoke. "Unfortunately yes. When I set up the Guardians, I had the idea that they would protect their charge. I never could have imagined that one would let their charge die." Lance sighed in disappointment, as though Kyle had serious inconvenienced him.
Freya hid the anger that was starting to well up in her. If she said anything it wouldn't end up going well for her. But she knew not to reaction to anything he was saying. Freya knew that he was saying these things on purpose to see if she reactions. If she did then it wouldn't end very well for her at all.
Lance looked at her directly in the eyes. "Freya, you are my best Guardian. You have never once slipped up and you've done an excellent job protecting James Sirius Potter. That's why it pains me to have to do a review on you of all people." He said with a small pout. This was a side of him people never saw, only Freya ever saw this side and it disgusted her.
Freya said nothing and just looked at him. Lance wasn't right, she had slipped up – she wasn't perfect. In her first year she had no idea what the hell she was doing. It was only because an older Guardian helped her. Victoire's Guardian had taken her under their wing and really showed her the ropes. That's why she had felt sympathy for Connor. However, Freya made sure to guard those thoughts.
Lance stood up and began to pace around the room. "What are your feelings for your charge? James Sirius Potter?" He asked with a serious tone.
"My feelings are unimportant, all that matters is that James Sirius Potter is safe." Freya answered him with practiced ease. This was the appropriate response and she has given it every time she was asked this question by anyone. Guardian's feelings didn't matter, all that mattered was the charge.
Lance nodded his head, satisfied. He walked around his desk and sat on it, now only inches away from Freya's face.
"Who are you loyal to?" Lance asked, his gaze trained in Freya in the most intense way. However, Freya was used to this. She had spent years with him watching her, but that doesn't mean she liked it at all.
Honestly, Freya wasn't surprised with this question. Lance hated people that weren't loyal to him. Many of Guardians had died because of this question. This had been the one question Freya knew would be asked. "You and only you." Freya answered him, knowing full well this was the only answer that he would accept.
Lance just stared at her, not revealing anything.
That's when Freya felt a throbbing sensation in her head, which she recognised immediately. Lance was using Legilimency on her. Freya made sure her shields were up, but not too much to let him notice them. If Lance knew that she could use Occlumency then he would begin to question her. Eventually, the throbbing in her head went away. Smiling, Lance leaned forward and took her hand in his, stroking it with his thumb as if she was the most precious thing.
"I knew I could trust you, Freya." He said, tightening his grip on her hand slightly. His other hand reached out and gently stroked her cheek.
Freya made no outward reaction, but on the inside she was disgusted. All she wanted to do was remove her hand from his and his other hand from her face, she didn't like to be touched for this very reason. Ever since Freya was very young, Lance would always be a little too close for her liking.
"That's why I need you to do something for me." Lance said, his voice barely above a whisper.
Freya does nothing, giving nothing away.
Letting go of her hand, Lance stood up and walked over to sit behind his desk once more. "As you know, I am not allowed to even step one foot in Hogwarts, as Minerva McGonagall won't let me." Lance said, a sneer in his face. There was a mocking in his tone when he said her name. Lance disliked McGonagall with a passion, even mentioning her in a conversation could cause him to become angry.
Saying nothing, Freya waited for him to finish.
"She has been becoming vocal and has sent in complaints about me and about the whole Guardians organisation. This needs to stop, and that's why I want you to watch her." Lance said with a frown on his face.
Freya felt her heart clench. He wanted her to spy on McGonagall and report her every movement and word to him. There was no way that Freya could do that, not to McGonagall of all people. But Freya knew that he wasn't going to give her an option, she would have to do this whether she wanted to do or not.
"Understood." Freya said, pushing back her emotions.
Lance nodded his head, happy with her answer. "Everything she does, I want it reported. If she says anything, report it. You will be my eyes and ears at Hogwarts. With your help, I can get rid of McGonagall and replace her with someone more agreeable." He said, a smirk appearing on his face, revealing his perfectly white teeth.
Freya could feel the rage building up inside her, but she could do nothing.
"Remember, you are to say nothing about this to Minerva McGonagall, or anyone." Lance leaned forward, his chest hitting the side of the desk, a warning in his tone.
The mark on the back of Freya's neck tingled. Lance has given his command, and she had to follow it, no matter what. If she even dared tried to disobey him, she would have to deal with the consequences.
"Understood, sir." Freya replied back, feeling defeated. However, she did not let this show at all, she couldn't.
Lance nodded his head, a happy glint in his eyes. "You may go." He said, dismissing her with a wave of his hand.
Saying nothing more, Freya stood up and left the office. As she passed Eva, she saw the robotic smile was on the woman's face once more. Seeing it made Freya feel sickened as she tried to control her pace to leave the Ministry. She didn't want to look too eager to leave or it would cause some questions.
HARRY POTTER
Freya arrived back in Hogwarts with a heavy heart. She had quickly changed back into her Hogwarts' robes, which were so much more comfortable than the itchy dress robes she had to wear earlier. She didn't want to spy on McGonagall, but she knew she had no choice in the matter. She could never refuse Lance, he didn't like the word, especially when it was used against him. As she walked past the Great Hall, Freya heard someone running up behind her. However, she didn't turn around and continued to walk on.
That's when she felt him, his magic.
James had a specific magic signature around him. His magic was always fiery and it oozed confidence, which was very noticeable. This is why anyone could notice him in a room, he just demanded everyone's attention.
James and Fred ran past her, looking awfully happy with something. As they passed, James eyes met Freya's.
Warm hazel clashed with stormy grey.
However, that moment passed very quickly and James ran on, as though he had never seen her before. The memory charm in her pendant had activated the second his and her eyes met. This was so to not leave any trace of her behind. Freya watched James and began to follow him. Now, she had to focus on being a Guardian and forget about the guilt she was feeling.
"Hey!"
Frey didn't stop even when she heard Ryan shout out for her. It didn't take long for Ryan to catch up though, as a few seconds later, he was walking by her side, and Katrina on her other.
"How did it go?" Katrina asked with a kind expression.
Freya said nothing. Meetings with Lance could usually be repeated, unless he gave a specific intrusion not too, which in this case it couldn't be repeated. The mark on her neck hummed, sending her a reminder, one that she knew she had to obey.
Ryan rolled his eyes, "You know she can't answer you."
Katrina pouted and said no more.
Ryan looked at Freya as they walked. "Is your position safe?" He asked in a hushed tone.
Freya smirked at his concern. "I'm here, aren't I?" She said, continuing to walk and follow after James. If she had lost her position, she wouldn't have been allowed back at Hogwarts, she would have been killed in Lance's office there and then.
Katrina sighed in relief. "Thank goodness. Since you've been gone Castiel's been acting like he's in charge."
Arching a brow, Freya didn't look surprised. "Oh has he?"
Nodding her head, Katrina pouted more. "Yeah, he's been ordering us about! It's horrible!" She whined, messing with the sleeve of her robes.
"Keep an eye on him, he needs to be watched. I've already noticed that some of the Guardians are hanging around him more. He's building up followers." Freya mentioned to them both, while also keeping an eye out for James who was a hundred feet away with Fred. She could see Cordelia not too far away, looking tired and nervous.
Freya sighed lightly. Knowing Castiel, he would have been hoping she wouldn't come back. He's been eyeing her position for the past two years and he wasn't giving up anytime soon either. Honestly, it was starting to become a match between the two of them of who could outdo each other. Castiel was a good Wizard, but Freya's magic was stronger, far stronger and he was jealous of that fact. It also didn't help that Freya had Lance's attention – not that she wanted it – but Castiel and his family had been trying to get on Lance's good side for years and weren't winning him over. Quite frankly, Castiel just barely made it when becoming a Guardian, it was shocking to see him still here.
HARRY POTTER
Two days later
Monday had now arrived and Freya sat in Potions. Like always she was in the same class as James, making sure he didn't fail. It wasn't very often that Freya had to intervene in lessons, only the ones he wasn't very good in. James wasn't very good at potions, but Freya always made sure his work didn't go atrociously wrong.
Professor Sheldrake cleared her throat. "Now class, today we're going to be preparing the Draught of Living Death. Turn your pages to 167 and begin." She said with a kind expression. Professor Sheldrake was a short half-blood with short brown hair and blue eyes. She was a kind woman who excelled at potions. Hogwarts had a hard time holding down Potion teachers since Snape's death, but that was mainly due to James and Fred's extreme pranks. However, she had lasted the longest out of all of them.
Sitting next to Cordelia, Freya watched as James began his potion while also preparing hers. Freya watched as James added in his powdered root of asphodel but he didn't infuse it with a pinch of wormwood.
Cordelia sighed quietly. "I wish we didn't have to hold back." She mumbled under her breathe.
Freya smirked slightly. "If only."
Cordelia was amazing at potions, better than anyone in the castle. She had compared it to cooking, which she also liked to do. But being a Guardian, they had to hold back. It was actually a lot of effort for Cordelia and Freya in particular. Freya was amazing at DADA but she could never show off her dueling abilities.
Standing up from her seat, Freya went and got more wormwood from the front of the classroom. As she walked back to her seat, she dropped from wormwood in James' cauldron stealthily before sitting back down in her seat.
While Freya had done that, Cordelia had done the same but with Fred. He too had forgotten the wormwood in his potion because he was goofing off with James.
James was laughing with Fred, shoving each other when he suddenly looked at his potion. It was now a different colour than it was a moment ago. With furrowed brows, he stirred his potion and found it to be exactly how it should be. It now had the consistency of water, which was what it was meant to be.
"Now for the results!" Professor Sheldrake announced as she summoned a bunch of fresh leaves with her wand. First up was James and Fred, who was sitting on the front row. Professor Sheldrake placed a leaf in their potions, only for them to disintegrate immediately.
"James! Fred! How marvelous for you to get this potions right on your first try. Twenty points to Gryffindor each!" Professor Sheldrake said with a large smile on her face.
James and Fred smiled widely and high fived each other.
"Mate, what did you do to make yours work?" Fred asked, looking at James with a curious expression.
James shrugged. "I haven't a clue." He says looking around them room.
Freya smirked and waited for Professor Sheldrake to come over to her. As always, Freya managed to score average. Never making her potion perfect, but also making sure it wasn't completely wrong either.
HARRY POTTER
Later that same day
Freya and the rest of her class stood outside, near Hagrid's home, this class was the last one of the day. Now, they were in Care of Magical Creatures with Hagrid as their teacher. After the war, McGonagall had given back Hagrid his position as a teacher, which was well deserved.
Hagrid clapped his hands, getting everyone's attention. "Right, I hope yeh're all as excited as I em!" He said, looking around with glee in his eyes.
Instantly, Freya felt uneasy. Hagrid had a tendency to take a liking to creatures that could be classed as 'dangerous'.
"What is it today Hagrid?" James asked, looking just as excited. He had a large grin on his face and his feet couldn't stay still, he was practically bouncing off them.
"Is it a dragon?!" Fred yelled out, a large grin on his face.
The horror in Cordelia's eyes made Freya smirk. Cordelia closed her eyes and began silently praying that Dragons were not on today's lesson plan.
Hagrid shook his head. "'Fraid not boys."
Cordelia sighed in relief, instantly relaxing.
"Today, we have a Hippogriff. Now, I have permission from the Ministry of Magic this time." Hagrid laughed to himself, looking rather proud of himself. Last time, he hadn't exactly got permission but now he did.
Hagrid turned around and began calling the Hippogriff. Hippogriffs have the bodies, hind legs, and tails of horses, but the front legs, wings, and heads of giant eagles, with cruel, steel-coloured beaks and large, brilliantly orange eyes. The talons on their front legs were half a foot long and deadly-looking. Its fur was a brilliant stormy grey colour.
Hagrid threw a ferret at the Hippogriff, coaxing her into coming forward.
Freya's eye twitched. Hippogriffs could be just as dangerous. She was well informed of how dangerous they could be after reading the report about Draco Malfoy being attacked by one in his third year. However, it had been noted that Malfoy had disrespected the beast.
Hagrid looked at his class. "Now, firs' thing yeh gotta know abou' Hippogriffs is, they're proud. Easily offended, hippogriffs are. Don't never insult one, 'cause it might be the last thing yeh do. Yeh always wait fer the hippogriff ter make the firs' move. It's polite, see? Yeh walk towards her, and yeh bow, an' yeh wait. If she bows back, yeh're allowed to touch her. If she doesn' bow, then get away from her sharpish, 'cause those talons hurt." He said, throwing another ferret in the Hippogriff's direction.
"Now, who wants to be the firs' to greet her?" Hagrid asked, looking around for a volunteer. He wasn't allowed to let anyone ride the beast like he had with Buckbeak and Harry. He was pushing his luck by asking to let a Hippogriff into his lesson as it was.
Instantly, James and Fred went to raise their hands.
However, Freya wasn't having any of that. Since she was standing at the back of the crowd, she took out her wand and cast a spell to make someone move forward. Freya picked randomly and cast her silent spell.
Her victim jumped forward, a sixth year Gryffindor.
"Ah Ruben," Hagrid pointed out, happy to have someone volunteer. The worst thing to happen would be if no one wanted to volunteer.
James frowned, looking very unhappy that he wasn't picked.
Ruben looked confused, but he walked forward nonetheless. He stopped when he was a few feet away from the beast, looking extremely nervous. His eyes were darting all over the place, never once looking at the creature.
"Now, yeh need ter bow ter her." Hagrid told him gently, not wanting to startle the Hippogriff.
Ruben bowed low, closing his eyes.
The Hippogriff looked at the child and tilted her head. The beast walked forward slightly and just stared at him. However, the beast never once bowed. She made a screeching sound and moved away from Ruben.
Hagrid looked a little disappointed. He had wanted the beast to let his students touch her head. But she didn't seem to be in the mood. But, he knew he couldn't push it and put his students at risk of getting hurt.
Slowly, Ruben backed off into the crowd.
He threw another ferret at the Hippogriff's way. "Next?" Hagrid asked, looking for another volunteer.
James and Fred went to both put their hands up, but Freya was already one step ahead of them. She had chosen her next victim. This time, the victim was Claire, a Hufflepuff.
"Come on up Claire." Hagrid said with a smile at the enthusiasm of his students.
Again, James and Fred looked unhappy on losing out. James looked around his class, as though he was looking for something, but he never found it.
Freya smirked, happy with her work. There was something about riling up James that gave her some satisfaction.
This continued on for the hour. James and Fred would attempt to be the next volunteer, but they were always beaten by someone else. It would also seem as though the Hippogriff had refused to let anyone touch her. By near the end of the lesson, nearly everyone had 'volunteered' to greet the Hippogriff. All except James, Freya, Fred and Cordelia. However, this meant that Freya had run out of victims to use.
"Las' one then." Hagrid said, looking at them all.
James' eyes lit up and his hand was about to shoot up. He had been waiting the entire lesson, wanting to get the Hippogriff to bow to him. His father had told him all about his adventures with Buckbeak. But someone beat him to the punch again
"I'll do it." Freya said walking forward.
Cordelia looked at Freya with wide eyes. They weren't meant to participate in lessons at all, and they weren't meant to be noticed.
Hagrid beamed at this.
James frowned and grumbled under his breath, unhappy at not being picked. Fred puts a hand on his shoulder, also looking miffed at not being picked.
Freya walked forward and stopped a few feet away from the beast. Freya stared at the Hippogriff with a steady gaze before bowing lowly to her, making sure to maintain eye contact. Freya was making sure to do what everyone else had failed at. It was seen as disrespectful to not maintain eye contact with the creature, something that no one else seemed to understand. Everyone else was too nervous and would look away or at the ground.
Freya watched at the Hippogriff stared at her, tilting her head. Slowly, the Hippogriff began walking closer to her and then stopped when it was inches away from her. The beast was closer to her, she hadn't got this close to any other student that had greeted her.
Gasps could be heard from the people behind her.
"Stay very still, urm…" Hagrid said, sounding confused and alarmed. He couldn't seem to remember her name. She had been in his class since first year, that he knew but he just couldn't remember her name or anything about her.
Freya watched as the Hippogriff stretched her neck and watched as it leaned in closer to her. Freya felt movement above her and a prick on her neck. Instantly, she tensed. The Hippogriff had just touched her Guardian mark that was on the back of her neck with its beak. It seemed to make a growling sound and then it backed off after a few moments.
The Hippogriff backed away and bowed its head.
"Lift yer head, slowly." Hagrid said softly.
Freya lifted her head, still maintaining eye contact. Freya had tried not to blink but found it hard not to. She remembered in the books that she wasn't meant to blink at all, but she couldn't help it. The Hippogriff lifted her head and tilted it, screeching slightly.
"I think she wan' yeh ter touch her 'ead." Hagrid said, sounding rather pleased. He had been waiting for this reaction the entire lesson.
Lifting her hand up slowly, Freya allowed the Hippogriff to smell her hand, getting her scent. The Hippogriff let out another screech and moved her head to the side, inviting Freya to touch her head. Freya slowly touched the beast gently, careful to not make any sudden or harsh movements. If the Hippogriff were to attack now, she would be too close to defend herself.
Freya smirked slightly, the Hippogriff's feathers felt soft to the touch.
"That's enough fer today." Hagrid announced, before moving to take the Hippogriff away. Leading her away by throwing her dead ferret.
Freya stepped back and let Hagrid do his job, going back into the crowd. As she passed James, Freya looked at him to find him staring at her. But she wasn't worried, she knew the memory charm would kick in very soon, along with the rest of the class.
As Freya stood next to Cordelia, she was met with wide eyes and a mouth open ajar.
"You'll catch flies like that." Freya responded dryly.
Cordelia closed her mouth instantly. "B-but."
Freya looked at James once more and found him walking off, much like the rest of the class. "I did it to protect him and nothing more." She said before walking away.
HARRY POTTER
Later that same day
It was now night time and Freya sat in her dorm room. She was in her canopy bed with the curtains draw. She also had a silencing charm and a shield charm around her bed. This wasn't because her roommates didn't like her but it was just for protection. Her roommates didn't even acknowledge her presence, the only once that did was Cordelia. This way, no one could hear what she was saying or surprise her. Freya sat in her bed, looking at a mirror in her lap. The heavy feeling in her chest was back once more. This wasn't a normal mirror, but a special one. She had received this as a present from Lance four years ago and it was something Freya never thought she was use. Lance would usually shower her in gifts, but she never used them. This mirror came with another mirror that Freya had sneakily placed in McGonagall's office to spy on her.
Using her wand, Freya tapped on the mirror twice and watched. This mirror had recorded everything McGonagall had done throughout the day. Every night since being given the order, Freya would watch what she would do and report it to Lance.
However, there was nothing to report.
McGonagall just mainly did reports and signing papers. They weren't even related to anything to do with the Guardians. Freya had also been checking McGonagall's post before it left. Freya's bird would always intercept it and bring it to her. But there was nothing suspicious or that could be used against her.
Freya didn't like doing this. She felt like she was betraying McGonagall, but she didn't have a choice.
Lance couldn't be disobeyed.
"I'm so sorry." Freya mumbled softly.
HARRY POTTER
Hagrid's speech is hard to write! So I am sorry about that, but I did try!
Also to answer a question.
Pullynnhah: There isn't a way for Guardians to leave without dying at the moment, unfortunately. McGonagall is fighting for the kids, but even she doesn't know the full extent of what is going on. She doesn't actually know all the other failed Guardians have died. No one outside the Ministry of Guardians truly knows what goings on, it's been a very well-kept secret for eighteen years. But I am going to keep Freya's sister a secret until later on, but you'll find out eventually!
Leave a review and tell me what you think!