Chapter Seven
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
Early the next morning
Freya had called an emergency Guardian meeting. She knew that things needed to be explained otherwise it may get out of hand. It was only just around sunset when every Guardian was gathered in the Chamber of Secrets, including Noah. The older students looked awake and alert, while the younger ones looked tired. The older Guardians were awake due to the fact most of them had to get up early every day because their charges had early Quidditch practice. However, since the other schools had arrived their Quidditch practice had decreased to almost none.
Clearing her throat, Freya began. "As you all know, Albus Potter has been entered into the Triwizard Tournament." As soon as she mentioned this, a few Guardians perked up and looks of curiosity appeared on their faces.
Castiel immediately spoke up. "But why isn't Rebecca entering too, it's her charge." He crossed his arms, looking slightly smug. He was sending an accusing look to Rebecca and some Guardians followed his example.
Rebecca looked to the ground, not able to meet other's eyes.
Freya rolled her eyes. "There was a conflict of interest. Rebecca was, in fact, going to enter, but I then saw James about to enter. If I hadn't of stepped in, James would have been Albus' Shield." It was very well known that James had excellent reflexes, that's why he was perfect being a Keeper in Quidditch. If Freya hadn't of been there, James would have entered the Tournament. Rebecca didn't stand a chance.
Rebecca looked up and sent a grateful look at Freya.
Frowning, Castiel grumbled lowly.
"However, that doesn't clear the issue about Albus' name being put into the Goblet of Fire," Freya said, getting back to the point.
"I have been reading the minds of every fourth year, none of them would have done it," Rebecca spoke out but looked to the ground when people looked at her. Ryan and Joseph both nodded their heads, agreeing with her. They too had been reading the minds of the fourth years and had come across nothing.
Freya nodded her head, "None of the sixth years did either. But only a seventh year could have done it." There were Guardians in nearly every year, only first and seventh years weren't covered. If anyone in the others years even thought about it, it would have been picked up.
Katrina also nodded her head. "McGonagall placed that age line herself, there is no way that someone younger got past it." Everyone knew that the age line would be impenetrable, that's why no one below the seventh year had even attempted to enter it. McGonagall had used the same age line spell that Dumbledore had helped to improve, clearing any doubt that a younger year could have placed Albus' name in the Goblet.
Joseph raised his hand. "I've seen Eric hanging around some seventh years, maybe he could have gotten someone to do it."
This grabbed Freya's attention immediately.
"We need to interrogate him," Castiel said immediately, looking at Freya.
Freya glared at him.
Cordelia rolled her eyes. "You always think that, can't you think of something else for once?" She asked, sending a look of exasperation his way.
This created a few laughs, particularly with the younger Guardians. However, Castiel didn't seem to appreciate this. He glared at Cordelia and took a threatening step towards her and was about to draw his wand.
"Don't even think about it." Freya hissed lowly, grabbing her own wand and pointing it in Castiel's direction.
Castiel stopped and glanced at Freya, sending a venomous glare her way. Freya returned it back, with an even deadlier glare. Castiel's hand was still about to get his wand, and Freya still had her wand pointed her Castiel.
Lucy and Connor exchanged nervous glances at one another. Everyone could feel the tension in the air. It was so thick and made them all feel like they were suffocating.
"Back down, now," Freya commanded, a slight growl in her throat.
Biting his lip, Castiel did nothing for a few moments. But he seemed relaxed and moved his hand away from where his wand was.
Nodding her head, Freya put her wand away.
"We will not interrogate Eric yet, he will be watched carefully. Katrina, you will watch him at school. Castiel, you watch him in the dorms." Freya said, looking to the Hufflepuff and Slytherin. She had chosen Katrina for a reason and that was because Katrina was stealthy and quick on her feet. She was excellent at tracking someone. Katrina also happened to share a few lessons with Eric. Castiel could then watch him in the dorms because they were in the same house.
Katrina nodded her head, a happy expression on her face. However, Castiel didn't look too pleased that he was sharing the responsibility.
"For now, keep watching out for any seventh year that seems shifty. Read their minds, but don't stay in too long." Freya warned them before dismissing the meeting.
With the meeting over, all the Guardians began to disperse, making sure to not be seen by anyone. Boys and girls leaving a girl's bathroom could be seen as suspicious, even if their pendants had the memory charms inside. Even Moaning Myrtle seemed to leave them alone, but she would sometimes make noise.
However, Freya called out. "Castiel, a word." She said, looking at the younger Slytherin with a blank expression.
Some other Guardians giggled to themselves before leaving. It wasn't long before Freya and Castiel were alone.
"Whatever you're planning, I suggest you don't," Freya warned him, her eyes narrowing just so slightly.
Castiel crossed his arm. "I don't know what you're talking about." He said, acting ignorant, but it wasn't working.
Freya walked closer to Castiel. "I know you're trying to get some Guardians on your side. You're trying to divide us and make them follow you. I'll tell you now that it will not work." Freya said to him, her tone barely above a whisper.
Castiel frowned and his fists clenched.
"Let me remind you where you stand since you've obviously forgotten. You are Dominque's fourth Guardian, where I am James' first Guardian. I have been around and doing this much longer than you have. I helped you get where you are today." Freya hissed, looking into Castiel's eyes. She said the last part slowly, just to let the message sink in clearly.
Castiel reached for his wand, but the minute he does, he found Freya's wand touching his neck.
"Try it, I dare you," Freya said, her face blank of anything.
His fists clenched and his jaw tightened. The rage was clear on his face, but Freya couldn't help but feel amused.
"You will make a mistake Freya, and when you do, I'll be there making sure you get what you deserve." Castiel spat out before storming out of the room.
Freya smirked.
HAPPY POTTER
Later that day
Everyone was now congregated in the Great Hall for breakfast. After breakfast was done, all Champions and Shields were getting their wands inspected, just to make sure they were acceptable to compete in the Triwizard Tournament. Freya stood with her fellow competitors on the stage, her face blank of any emotion. Beside her, Albus was shifting nervously. He was looking at his family, and they were sending him reassuring looks. Alicia and Isaak stood next to Freya. Alicia looked very confident, holding herself high and winking at a few boys. Isaak was more silent, having an air of sophistication around him. Ivan and Roman both stood tall and looked rather smug, but Ivan still seemed reserved.
Freya briefly looked at James and found him flirting with a Beauxbatons girl. Freya fought against rolling her eyes at him. Of course, James would be making his move on the Beauxbatons. She had seen him flirt with a new girl every day, and Fred also seemed to be doing the exact same thing. Fred was also sitting with a Beauxbatons girl, a very pretty one at that.
Looking over to Cordelia, Freya was slightly shocked at what she saw. Cordelia looked angry, her face was flushed red in anger and she was glaring at the girl Fred was speaking too.
Freya frowned and looked away, pretending as though she didn't see anything.
Instead, she decided to focus on Grant Ollivander, the son of Garrick Ollivander. Garrick had retired and had let his son take over the business. However, he had accompanied his son for this day. Garrick was very old, he had curly white hair and his face was heavily wrinkled. However, his wide, pale eyes shining like moons almost made him seem younger, as though they were full of wonder. Grant took after his father in the looks department. Grant was a middle-aged man, parts his own hair also beginning to turn grey. He too had large pale eyes, but they seemed more serious than his father's eyes.
Grant looked at Alicia and Isaak's wands and seemed very impressed with the appearance of them. They had obviously taken care of their wands. Grant hadn't been that impressed with the condition of Roman's wand, but he was with Ivan's wand.
Freya looked down at her own wand. It was a dark shade of black that had two black wooden vines wrapped delicately around the handle of the wand. Just like everyone else, she travelled to Diagon Alley when she was eleven years old to get her first wand. It was one of Freya's happiest and darkest moments of her life. She was happy to get her wand, but it also meant her training got more intense and she officially becomes a Guardian. In those years before she got her wand, she had hoped for years that she would end up being a Squib, that way she couldn't become a Guardian.
Freya was ripped from her thoughts when she saw Grant walk over to her and Albus.
"Your wand?" He asked, smiling at them.
Albus looked at Freya, but Freya didn't give her wand to him first. She had watched the interactions between the other Champions and Shields. The Champion is the one meant to give their wand first and then the Shield.
Freya motioned for Albus to go first. "Champions first." She muttered lowly so no one else could overhear. She did this for Albus' benefit, she had noticed that he had a tendency to get nervous and flustered when there was a lot of attention on him unless it was Quidditch. Albus was confident on the pitch, not as confident as James though.
Albus' eyes widened for a moment before he nodded his head. Albus looked at Grant – who still had his hand outstretched – and handed over his wand.
Grant immediately began his inspection. "Nine inches…. Laurel…. Mixed with Unicorn Tail hair….very flexible." He muttered, looking overall happy with what he was seeing. He was moving the wand around, inspecting everything about it before handing it back.
Albus sighed in relief. He had cleaned it, especially for today. He was glad he did after the looks Grant gave Roman.
Grant now turned to her. "Your wand, miss?" He asked politely, his hand held out.
Freya said nothing as she handed her wand over to him.
Out of the corner of her eyes, Freya saw that Garrick Ollivander was looking over, interest in his big eyes. She had received her wand from him personally. When Freya was young, she spent ages in his shop just trying to find the right wand.
"11 inches… Blackthorn …. Phoenix Feather…. Very unusual." Grant muttered softly, looking at the wand with particular interest.
Freya said nothing and watched him.
Grant held the wand for a few moments before handing it back to her. Freya took it and placed it back in her robes. She knew why he thought her wand as usual. Freya's wand didn't have the trace on it, which every wand usually had. Hers didn't have the trace on it though because Lance took it off when she first got the wand, just like he had with all the Guardian's wands.
Turning to look at McGonagall, Vladimir and Renée, Grant spoke. "All wands pass inspection." He bowed slightly before backing away to stand next to his father.
McGonagall nodded her head. "That will be all. Everyone off to lessons." She said, dismissing everyone. The Durmstrang and the Beauxbatons were also being taught here. They were usually separated from everyone else in lessons and then brought altogether during their free time and meal times.
All students leave the Great Hall, with Freya about to follow James, but a voice stopped her.
"Miss Williams."
Freya froze were she stood. Slowly, she turned around and saw Garrick Ollivander standing there, looking directly at her. Freya couldn't help the feeling of panic that rushed through her. Her eyes darted around the room and quickly noticed that no other Guardian was in the room, all had left. She was particularly looking out for Castiel and was glad when she didn't find him.
Forcing herself to relax, Freya looked to him. "You remember me?" She asked, hesitation in her tone. No one outside the Guardians was meant to recognise her. This had never happened to her before, and she should have been scared, but Freya actually felt happy.
Mr Ollivander nodded his head weakly and smiled. "Of course. I always remember the people I sell wands too, particularly the Wizards and Witches who struggled to find a wand." He said, humour in his tone.
Freya smirked, being in his shop had been fun. It had been even better because her parents weren't there to ruin it.
"I also happen to remember your parent's wands, but I trust you don't want to hear about that." Mr Ollivander lightly laughed to himself, as though he was repeating a private joke. It was amazing how he could remember every single wand that he had ever sold.
"Not really," Freya admitted, her smirk growing smaller.
Scanning the room once more, Freya saw that no one else was present. Everyone had left, leaving her and Mr Ollivander alone.
"I've noticed that your wand has changed, much like you have." Mr Ollivander said while looking directly at Freya with a critical eye.
Freya frowned and said nothing. She was very much different from when she was eleven years old. But Mr Ollivander didn't look happy, in fact, he looked saddened by this. This confused Freya for a moment. She didn't understand his reaction. Her parents were happy to see this change in her, they often commented on how incompetent she was back then. Her parents now mentioned how she acted like a true Williams.
"Something has changed, and it has something to do with Lance Johnson." Mr Ollivander commented.
Immediately, Freya grabbed her wand and had it pointed at him. "How?" She asked quietly. She was confused, how did he know about Lance? Lance was very good at staying undetected. But Mr Ollivander seemed to know something, judging by the knowing look in his large eyes.
Mr Ollivander smiled. "I'm afraid memory charms do not work on me anymore. I've been told I am quite resistant to them." He said before laughing softly.
Freya stared at him for a moment before lowering her wand.
"Do be careful my dear. I've noticed that people associated with Lance don't tend to have very long lives." Mr Ollivander said, a frown on his face.
Freya looked down to the ground. He was referring to all the other Guardians that have fallen during the years. No doubt that he had seen many children pass through his doors, only to never be seen again. One mistake could mean death, one mistake could change everything. Freya knew that more than anyone. Being around Lance wasn't safe, it was one of the most dangerous places to be. But to say that out loud was basically a sin for the Guardians.
Saying nothing, Freya turned around and walked away.
HARRY POTTER
Freya had joined Katrina by the Black Lake, where James and his friends were hanging around. Nearly all the Guardians were congregated in this area because there were a lot of people there. James was messing around with Fred, Frank Longbottom was sat under a tree, reading a book with his sister Alice next to him. Freya could see Alexander and Cordelia watching not too far away either, looking rather inconspicuous. It was autumn, but it felt warm and there was a nice breeze that came by every now and again. Sitting down on the grass next to Katrina, Freya watched James mess about, pushing and shoving Fred – who shoved him in return. They were laughing loudly, attracting a lot of attention from people around them.
As she watched James, Freya couldn't help but feel bitter. A wave of jealousy washed through her as she watched James carelessly goof off. Freya didn't like James – she didn't hate him – but she certainly didn't like him
"Hey, Freya," Katrina said suddenly. "Do you remember when we were younger and your parents let us take you to the park?"
Looking over, she saw Katrina looking up at the sky with a massive grin on her face. Freya smirked and nodded her head. "Of course, it was a good day." Katrina's dad had lied about where they were going to Freya's parents. If her parents ever found out that she had gone to a Muggle park then they would have never let her go.
Katrina's father was well respected in the Pureblood community, but it wasn't for his extremist views. Katrina's father was a duelling champion, well known around the world. Even Freya's parents respected him. But there was a tarnish on his 'reputation' as he had fallen in love with a Muggle and married her. Unlike many people, he found the Muggle world fascinating and interesting, and he would do Muggle activities, such as driving a car, going to parks and other things. He was ready to leave the wizarding world to be with Katrina's mother. However, they soon had to separate because Katrina's mother was getting death threats from the Pureblood extremists, so he left to protect Katrina, Alexander and her mother. The only reason he joined the Death Eaters was that he was blackmailed into to, if he hadn't then they would have tried to kill Katrina, Alex and their mother.
Katrina laughed. "You looked so terrified when we first got there."
Freya grumbled under her breathe. It was the see-saw that had terrified her as a child, she didn't get how Muggle children actually had fun on that contraption. She didn't like the slide either, especially when Katrina pushed her down it.
"Then there was the time my mum took us to the zoo." Katrina smiled widely as she remembered this.
Freya smirked, "I remember you being scared of the big cats." When they were around seven years old, they had gone to the zoo. When Katrina had seen the big cats, she burst into tears and began running away from them. Freya had to run after her and couldn't find her for nearly an hour. Turns out, Katrina was hiding behind a bin all along, and she didn't come out until her mother found her. However, Freya really liked the wildcat section, particularly the Lions.
Katrina blushed slightly. "Y-yeah, but I remember how you were scared of the spiders!" She argued, trying to get back at her friend.
Freya sneered. "They're demons, that's why I don't like them." She wasn't scared of many things, but spiders always got her. Small spiders weren't so bad, it was the giant ones that freaked her out. The hairy tarantula's freaked her out more than anything. She wasn't scared to admit that she had run away from the insect section of the zoo.
Katrina quietened down and smiled, but it looked sad. "You used to smile a lot as a child." She said her voice barely above a whisper.
Frowning, Freya looked to her.
"I remember you having a pretty smile," Katrina said with a sigh in her tone.
Rolling her eyes, Freya answered. "You smile enough for the both of us." In reality, she was trying to deflect this topic onto Katrina. Katrina didn't know about Freya's parents or how close Lance was to her family, this was something she never brought up. Freya always made sure to never leave Katrina and her parents in the same room, even as a child because she knew that they didn't like Half-Bloods.
"Do you reckon we'll ever have kids?" Katrina asked suddenly.
Freya froze where she sat and her eyes widened. Did Katrina not know? Surely her father must have explained it to her before she actually became a Guardian. Guardians were not allowed to have children, it was forbidden. They also weren't allowed to have their own family as it would be seen as a distraction from their job. Being a Guardian was a lonely job – one of the many reasons that some people didn't last long. Opening her mouth, Freya was about to tell Katrina the truth, but she just couldn't do it. It was like her voice box wouldn't work and something was stopping her from saying anything. Freya knew why she couldn't say anything. She couldn't break Katrina's heart, not like this.
Instead, Freya nodded her head. "You'd be a great mother." She had seen how Katrina acted with the younger years, she tended to mother them a lot. She would always be looking out for them and comforting them when things got too much.
Katrina smiled widely, practically beaming. "I think you'd make a great mother too." She said with enthusiasm. Sometimes, she really would come across like a child, but every now and again she would have her serious moments.
Freya scoffed. "Not likely."
Katrina frowned and shook her head. "No, I really do. You are kind Freya, you just have trouble showing it. Look at how you've treated Rebecca and Connor, and you protected Cordelia from Castiel."
Freya smirked but doesn't say anything more on the matter. Freya told Katrina nearly everything and vice versa. The only time Freya didn't share something was when she was trying to protect Katrina from the harsh reality. They were best friends and Freya knew she could rely on her. They had grown up together so Katrina had seen her before she became the infamous Ice Queen of the Guardians.
HARRY POTTER
Over with James, he was pushing Fred around. They were both laughing and having run. They were mainly laughing at the Durmstrang boys that were running near the Black Lake and how many girls were drooling over them. Actually, James felt relieved that the Durmstrang guys were there because that meant some girls wouldn't follow him around anymore. They were too busy looking at the foreign cuisine to notice him and he couldn't be happier. Also, he was getting a chance to ogle at some girls from Beauxbatons. But, he was still looking for the grey-eyed girl from his dreams and wasn't having any luck. James was almost sure that the girl probably wasn't at Hogwarts, so maybe she was from Beauxbatons.
Feeling a gaze on him, James turned his head and looked around but he doesn't see anything at first. Shrugging his shoulder, James was about to turn around, only something caught his eyes.
Or more like someone.
"Hey Fred, do you know who that is?" James asked his ginger friend, pointing discreetly in the direction of the two girls sitting on the grass not too far away.
James could only make out one of the girls though. The second one was too blurry and he found himself uninterested. However, the second girl had caught his interest. This girl was tall, that much he could tell even if she was sitting down. She seemed to have dark hair but he couldn't make out the colour of her eyes. He couldn't see her that much, but he felt like he had seen her before.
Fred looked in the direction, but he frowned. "I don't see anyone mate."
James sent him a confused look. "What? How can you not?"
Fred shrugged his shoulders.
Frowning, James looked back and this time he couldn't see anything. He blinked a few times, trying to figure out if he had imagined this. He knew he didn't, but he couldn't help but doubt himself a bit.
Had he just imagined it?
HARRY POTTER
Later that night
Freya sat in her bed, drapes drawn and spells cast. She was reviewing the mirror watching what McGonagall had done that day. Secretly, Freya was hoping that McGonagall wouldn't do anything that could incriminate herself, she didn't want to have to report her. She couldn't even find a loophole in this either, Lance had been very specific in his instructions. As she watched the mirror, Freya noticed something. She paused it with a tap of her wand and double tapped it so it would zoom in. Freya did this a few times until she got a good look at what she looking for.
It was a letter, addressed to Kingsley Shacklebolt. Freya could only see the first line of the letter and she already spotted the word 'Guardians' within it. Freya then checked the rest of the day and notice that McGonagall hadn't sent the letter off yet as it was still there even now.
Freya would have to report this. If she didn't and Lance found out then he wouldn't be happy at all.
Using her wand, Freya summoned a piece of parchment and quill with ink. Quickly, Freya wrote her report, adding in what she had seen on the letter. Freya didn't add her opinion as she knew that Lance wouldn't be interested in that.
Just as Freya was about to sign the letter, she stopped.
It was in that instance that she remembered her encounter with Mr Ollivander that morning. He knew something and the memory charm didn't work on him at all. He shouldn't have been able to remember her, but he did. If Freya didn't report it, there was a chance that it may come back on her and bite her on the ass.
Sighing deeply, Freya added her encounter with Mr Ollivander in her report.
Looking down at the parchment, she read through it.
Mr Johnson,
McGonagall is writing a letter to Kingsley Shacklebolt, in which the word Guardian has been used. McGonagall has not sent the letter off as of yet.
Mr Garrick Ollivander spoke with me and he remembered me, he stated that memory charms do not work on him, he also mentioned your name.
Freya Williams
It was brief, very brief. But Freya didn't have the heart to put any more in. As she wrote this, she couldn't help but feel as though she was betraying both McGonagall and Mr Ollivander, but she soon pushed that aside. Pushing back emotions were easy for the Williams, it was a trait Freya's mother prided herself in.
Sealing the letter, Freya looked up and saw her cat sleeping on the end of her bed. Her name was Sapphire – Sapphie for short. She is a long haired tabby cat that had unusually long ears compared to other cats. The one nice thing her parents did was allow her to have a pet from Diagon Alley. Originally, Freya was going to choose a classic owl, but this little minx found her. Freya had been browsing, looking at all the different animals and their range of colours and when she felt something swipe her. Freya only had to look at Sapphie in her big emerald eyes to know that she wanted her. Sapphie was spoilt and wouldn't let anyone other than Freya touch her or feed her. The best part was that Sapphie hated her mother and would hiss whenever they were in the same room, however she seemed to tolerate her father.
"Sapphie, take this to one of the owls, and don't try to kill any this time," Freya said, gently stroking the feline.
Sapphie looked up and sent Freya a slightly annoyed look, she had been enjoying her nap. Sapphie let out a yawn, stood up and stretched. She looked at the letter and meowed. Sapphie grabbed the letter in her mouth and trotted off to the owlery.
Freya sighed deeply once more before getting ready for bed.
HARRY POTTER
Hello everyone! I'm so glad that people are liking this story!
I see you guys liked James POV, so I've added a bit more. If you want more of James' POV then leave a review and tell me!
When I did the wands, I researched quite a few options. I chose Freya's wood Blackthorn on purpose, I read that it's supposed to be like a 'warrior's wand' and I felt like that would suit Freya perfectly.
It was either that or Fir wood – the same as McGonagall's wand as it's meant to represent a 'survivor'.
I didn't really have much reason for Albus' wand though, I just read the description and I thought it would suit him.