Chapter Nineteen
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.
Guest: I am so glad to know you are liking the story! This is my first AU and original story that doesn't parody the canon (like my Naruto, Yugioh and Kamisama Kiss story) so I am pretty proud of it. My favourite non-canon pairings are Harry x Hermione and Neville x Luna – they are just so cute. I don't actually like Harry x Ginny or Hermione x Ron so I will probably struggle writing any scenes with them acting as a couple, but I will definitely give it a go!
HARRY POTTER
The next day
Harry stood in his office and was looking out of the window. His hands were behind his back as he watched the children in the street play happily. This house that he and Ginny had purchased was hidden away in a Muggle Street – protected with various magical charms. Harry and Ginny could have chosen to live in a magical community but they had both wanted their children to have a normal childhood and to grow up with other children. But Harry knew that their last name would follow them and he didn't want his children to be defined by the Potter name – and Ginny was in full agreement. Ginny had experienced first-hand what it was like to be targeted by reporters because of her last name. There were many stories of Ginny being a gold-digger and that she was using Harry for fame.
There was a knock on his office door, pulling Harry away from his thoughts. "Yes," Harry said, making his voice slightly louder so that he could be heard.
The door opened and two figures entered the room. It was Ron and Hermione.
Harry smiled when he saw them. "Nice to see that you're on time as always." He said with humour in his tone. His gaze cast over to the clock and saw that they were at least ten minutes late, but Harry had come to expect that from Ron.
Ron's cheeks flushed slightly.
Hermione rolled her eyes, but they still held affection in them. "Ron wanted to stop off for something to eat." She said placing her hands on her hips in exasperation.
"Can you blame me? I'm starving!" Ron exclaimed holding a hand over his stomach. They had been rushed off their feet all day and Hermione wouldn't let him stop and eat. She couldn't believe that he was thinking of his stomach of all times.
Harry chuckled. "How about I cook us something after this meeting?" He felt guilty that they hadn't eaten. Harry knew that as soon as Hermione got into an investigation then she wouldn't stop for anything whereas Ron liked to eat will investigating.
Ron grinned as his eyes lit up. Harry's cooking was amazing and he was glad to hear his little sister wasn't going to be cooking. Ron loved Ginny dearly, but she was a disaster in the kitchen and had definitely not inherited their mother's skill in cooking. He didn't know what Ginny did, but she always made the food either too salty or it literally tasted of nothing. Hermione smiled and nodded her head, happy to finally get something to eat. If Ron had got his way, they would have stopped by a burger joint which would have only made them later than they already were. Hermione hated being late for anything.
"How was today?" Harry asked, getting straight to business.
Hermione and Ron sat down and Harry sat down at his desk. Harry had asked them a favour; to find information about Freya Williams. From the previous conversation that Harry had with McGonagall and Dumbledore's portrait, Harry was sure that Freya had something to do with the Guardian Program. Harry had wanted to investigate himself but the Ministry was pilling work onto him and he was busy being a judge for the Tri-Wizard Tournament. Hermione and Ron had volunteered to help to which Harry was extremely grateful for.
"That's the thing, Harry. We found nothing." Hermione said with a frown.
Harry looked at her with a confused expression. "What?"
Ron sighed deeply. "It's like the girl doesn't exist. We can't find any records of her. No birth certificate, no wand trace no nothing. There wasn't even a death certificate." He and Hermione had checked this multiple times because they couldn't believe what they found. It was as if this girl didn't exist all. They had found the records of Rupert and Vivienne Williams – the only Pureblood family with that last name – but no children had been registered by them at all. They had also checked the records of other Williams' families that weren't from Pureblood heritage and the name Freya came up nowhere. For a moment, Ron had wondered if Harry had got the name wrong but he knew that Harry wasn't that sloppy. Harry was an amazing Auror and he wouldn't make that rooky mistake of getting the name wrong. They also trusted that Dumbledore's portrait wouldn't lead them astray either.
Harry leaned back in his seat, "How can this be? I have watched her in the Tournament, she definitely exists."
Hermione shook her head. "We don't doubt that Harry."
"But we did find out something." Ron said, "We found out that Rupert and Vivienne Williams were ex-Death Eaters, but they were never convicted or went on trial. From old records that I had found, it seems as though they were pretty big supporters of Voldemort, even bigger than the Malfoys." It took everything in Ron not to flinch at the Dark Lord's name. Even years after Voldemort's defeat, Ron still struggled to say his name out loud.
The room went silent for a while. Everyone was really taking in this information. Harry couldn't believe what he was hearing. After the Second Wizarding War, years were spent rounding up ex-Death Eaters. It had been a long and exhausting job as far as everyone was concerned, there weren't any more ex-Death Eaters still unprosecuted. The question that was swirling around Harry's head at the moment was how, how could they have missed the Williams?
"There is something else too," Hermione said with a worried expression.
Harry frowned. "What else is there?"
Hermione bit her lip. "We found traces of foul play. Someone has been tampering with some records in the Ministry and destroying them. It isn't very noticeable and no one would know unless they were looking for foul play."
This shook Harry. There was foul play going on the Ministry and he didn't even know about it. Knowing that this had been going on for god knows how long was painful to hear. Eventually, Harry nodded his head. "Thank you or doing this, it was really helpful." He said, his voice sincere. Sometimes he did wonder where he would be without his friends. Ron and Hermione always had his back whenever they went on missions together.
"So, what's the next step?" Ron asked.
Harry sighed deeply. "At first I thought to talk to Freya Williams face to face, but I have decided against it."
Hermione nodded her head, understanding his reason. "She is a minor so it would be against the law to interrogate her about anything." Also, she had a feeling that it would be more dangerous to talk to Freya. McGonagall's warning was still fresh in all their minds and they weren't going to risk it. They all knew they had to be careful. But the more and more Hermione uncovered, she couldn't help but feel fascinated. She couldn't help but wonder what this Ministry's aims and objectives were.
"It's Johnson that I am concerned about. I mean, what else is that prat hiding?" Ron questioned with a frown.
Harry looked over at the calendar on his wall. It was early in December and Lance's party wouldn't be until the twenty-sixth of December. "The Christmas Party. It's going to be held at Lance's estate, we can look for more clues then." Harry said, looking back at his friends.
Hermione nodded her head in agreement. "He will be busy hosting. It would be a perfect opportunity."
"So, what should we do until then?" Ron asked.
Harry stood up. "Keep your eyes sharp. Stay hidden and see if you can find were the people disappear in the Ministry. If we could actually find this department then it could unlock some secrets." He had tried to follow some people who looked suspicious but it didn't end well. But if more people were on the lookout then maybe they could find it. Harry had spent hours looking at camera footage of the Ministry and had come up with nothing. It seemed as though this entrance to the secret Ministry was just out of shot of the cameras.
HARRY POTTER
The next day
Freya stood in one of the many classrooms with her other sixth year Gryffindor students. The girls were stood on one side of the room and the boys sat on the other side of the room. Freya sat with her arms crossed over her chest, waiting to find out why they had all been called there. The Gryffindors had been pulled out from DADA for this – which was Freya's favourite lesson – and to say that she wasn't pleased was an understatement. However, Cordelia looked happy to get out of DADA and was excited to see what was going to happen. Everyone around them was chatting loudly, they were all speculating about why they were there.
Teddy stood in the middle between the boys and the girls. He smiled and cleared his throat, getting everyone's attention. "Quiet down! Quiet down!" The noise immediately disappeared and everyone now looked at the young professor.
Freya turned to face Teddy but she soon scowled and looked away from him.
"Now, it is a tradition that during the Tri-Wizard Tournament that we have the Yule Ball. With a Ball comes dancing and I am here to teach you how at least for the people who don't already know." Teddy said, sending a smirk in James and Fred's direction.
Fred flushed red for a moment while James smirked cockily. Their families had attended Balls for years so Ginny had thought it would be great to teach them how to dance. George had heard what his baby sister was doing and thought that it would be funny if his son Fred joined in. James had picked it up quite quickly, but Fred was a mess. His long limbs were not doing him no favours and he was very clumsy.
"And that's why I am going to be teaching you today," Teddy asked, smiling over at the girls and the boys in the class.
This created a flurry of noise. Most girls began to whisper to one another, all wondering if Professor Lupin would personally teach them. There were only a few girls that weren't whispering this nonsense – and they were Freya and Cordelia. Freya sneered darkly and turned her head away, there was no way she was going to dance with Teddy Lupin of all people. Freya turned her head and glared at all the begging girls. Honestly, it was pathetic. Now, they were just giving her a headache because they sounded like a pack of wild dogs in heat and it didn't sound attractive at all in the slightest. Freya looked over to the boy's side and she found that most of the boys seemed to be agreeing with her.
Teddy's smile grew wider. "And here to help today's lessons is my wife, Victoire." He said turning around just at the exact moment his wife walked into the room.
Victoire Lupin née Weasley was a beautiful woman; there was no denying that. Her light blonde hair fell delicately and framed her face wonderfully. Her large blue eyes seemed to sparkle with life. She was tall and had an hourglass figure. Though, her physical appearance was enhanced because she was an eighth Veela.
Freya's eyes trailed down to Victoire's stomach and there was a slight bump that wasn't noticeable unless you were looking directly at her stomach. A feeling of resentment filled Freya as she glared at the Veela. The unborn child was causing so many problems in the Guardian program and Lance wasn't handling it very well. Freya only felt pity for the poor sod that was going to be that child's Guardian. Taking a quick glance, Freya felt the magical signature of Teddy and Victoire's Guardian – they were well hidden but she knew that they were nearby.
Many of the males in class began whispering to one another. They were all talking about how gorgeous this woman was – only Fred and James did not because that was their cousin. However, the girls in the room did not look happy, now they were going to miss the opportunity to dance with the attractive professor.
"Thank you for coming, dear," Teddy said, walking over to Victoire and kissing her on the cheek.
"It would be my pleasure," Victoire said with a smile before sending glances to the girls in the room. She knew that her husband was attractive and one of the many reasons she said yes to helping out with this lesson was to stick a visible claim on Teddy.
Teddy smirked, he knew exactly what Victoire was doing here and what she was thinking. Both turned back to the students. "I and Victoire will demonstrate for you and then you all will be given a chance to have a go." He said, smiling at all his students. With a flick of Teddy's wand, music began to play softly in the background. The music was low but it had a very basic beat, one that would be easy to dance to. He turned to face Victoire and held his hand out, "Care you dance, milady?" Teddy asked, a grin forming on his face.
Victoire giggled. "Gladly, my good sir." She placed her hand on his and he softly closed his fingers over her hand. They walked elegantly to the middle room where they could be seen by all the students. Once in place, they turned to each other so they are chest to chest. Now, Victoire raised her hand to rest it on Teddy's shoulder and he rested his other hand on her waist.
"Now, there are two positions we could take. I could place both hands on Victoire's waist or like this. It depends on what is most comfortable for you and your partner." Teddy said, putting both hands on her waist before putting them back where they were previously. He looked at his students, just to make sure that they were actually listening and when he saw that they were and he was happy so he turned back to face his wife.
Teddy and Victoire began to move, with Teddy taking the leading role. Teddy stepped forward and the Veela moved back flawlessly. When Teddy would move backwards, Victoire would follow with ease and thus begun the dance. For a moment, they both seemed to forget that they were meant to be teaching as now they began moving around the room as the soft music began to pick up slightly. They were staring at each other in the eyes lovingly.
Freya rolled her eyes and didn't pay much attention because she didn't need to be sickened by their display of obvious affection. Of course, she knew how to dance and that was because of her parents. She and her family would constantly have to attend balls and events that Lance threw and it would be have been unsightly if Freya didn't know how to dance – keeping in mind that Freya was only three years old when her mother saw it unfit for Freya to act like a child.
Cordelia was staring at them in awe, her eyes widened with how graceful that they were moving. She had never been the most graceful of person so to see it in real life was amazing.
As the music began to fade, Teddy and Victoire started to slow down until they came to a stop altogether. They faced the students and bowed to them, indicating that the dance was over. People began to clap politely. Many of the girls did so reluctantly – some of them glaring at Victoire in jealousy. James and Fred wolf whistled and clapped.
"Okay, now it's your turn. Do I have any volunteers?" Teddy asked, looking at all his students with a hopeful expression. The room went silent and instantly and all the students instantly turned their gazes to the ground, not wanting to volunteer. Even Fred was looking at the ground, not wanting to be picked on.
Freya looked around the room and rolled her eyes at everyone's attitude. As far as she was concerned, they were all wusses.
James seemed to be thinking the same thing. He sighed loudly and stood up, "I'll do it." He said shrugging his shoulders.
Teddy smiled, grateful that someone actually volunteered. He understood that teenagers may feel embarrassed about dancing with the opposite gender – Teddy could remember the days when his hair would change colour in embarrassment. Victoire didn't look surprised at all, she knew that her younger cousin would waste no time in showing off to everyone.
"Now, what about the females, any volunteers?" Victoire asked, now looking at the girls. She smirked and waited for the reaction that would happen. Victoire knew how much of a player James was and wasn't surprised when nearly all the girl's eyes brightened.
This sent the girls into a frenzy. Nearly all the girls had their hands raised, some of them begging to be chosen. Freya rolled her eyes and leaned further back into her seat.
"Pick me! Pick me!"
"Don't pick her! Pick me!"
Teddy watched the girls, looking at each and every one. After a few moments of debating, he made his decision. "Miss Lucas, please come down." He said, nodding his head in her direction.
Chloe Lucas shot up from her seat with a smug expression. She was a tall girl with long brown hair and green eyes. Instantly, Freya recognised her. Chloe was best friends with Courtney Lilly and was a very big fan of James – almost as bad as Courtney. Freya looked at Courtney and found that she was looking at the ground, not even looking in James' direction and this caused Freya to smirk. It would seem that her little warning had an effect because Courtney had been leaving James well alone ever since.
James and Chloe stood in front of one another and with guidance, they got into position and began to move to the music that Victoire had started to play. Chloe seemed to be on cloud nine, a smug glint in her eyes. She was shooting superior gazes at the girls. However, Freya had noticed that Chloe's hands were wandering, she almost seemed to be feeling James up.
Freya's gazed narrowed at this display. She took notice of James' expression and he was smirking. Anyone who looked at James would think that he was enjoying the attention, but Freya knew better. James was unconsciously leaning away from Chloe.
Teddy seemed to have noticed this and stepped in before Freya could. "Looks good you two. How about we give some other people a go." Teddy said, walking over to them. Victoire was watching the two sixth year Gryffindors with narrowed eyes, particularly at the girl.
Chloe pouted and moved away from James, albeit reluctantly. James instantly relaxed once she was away from him.
"Now, I want you all to stand up and give it a go," Teddy said, motioning for everyone to get up from their seats.
All the students got up and slowly moved around the room, picking a partner. Freya walked over to a random Gryffindor and got into position. The male got into position rather clumsily and was flushed red in embarrassment. When the guy placed his hand on her waist, Freya flinched and had to force herself to calm down. Looking around the room, she could see that everyone was partnered up. James was with another girl and luckily not with Chloe. Chloe seemed to be miffed about this and was staring directly at the poor girl who was James' dance partner. Victoire flicked her wrist and music began to play softly in the background. Freya rolled her eyes and let the guy take the lead and he nearly stepped on her foot. Freya glared at the male viciously, which caused him to flinch harshly.
Cordelia wasn't having much luck either. Unlike Freya, she didn't know how to dance and was therefore really struggling. It didn't help that her partner wasn't very skilled either. Both Cordelia and her partner were nearly falling over due to the bad footing.
After a few more moments of dancing, Teddy clapped his hands loudly. "Now, switch!"
Freya felt herself relax when the guy moved away from her. In her opinion, this guy was really inexperienced and was giving her more of a headache. There were a few times that Freya wanted to take the lead because of how badly the guy was leading. Looking around the room, Freya spotted Chloe and she was heading straight for James again, a determined expression in her green eyes. Freya instantly knew that she was up to no good and she didn't like that predatory look in Chloe's eyes. Luckily, Freya was close to James – maybe about a few arm's lengths away. She spotted a girl on her own and took the opportunity. When no one was looking, Freya took out her wand and waved it, muttering a spell under her breath. This spell gently pushed a nearby girl into James' arms and it stopped Chloe right in her tracks.
Smirking, Freya grabbed her next partner and began to dance.
HARRY POTTER
Once the lesson was over, everyone dispersed from the classroom. It had been a special event but that didn't mean they got to miss any other lessons. Freya watched as James and Fred left the room along with everyone else. She also kept an eye on Chloe and watched as she left the room and headed up the nearby set of stairs.
Cordelia stopped walking and turned to face her. "What's wrong?"
"I'll catch up," Freya said to her.
Cordelia nodded her head, "I will keep an eye on James for you." She said, turning around to follow after both Fred and James. She had an idea of what Freya was going to do and Cordelia fully approved. Chloe was getting far too close to James and being very touchy with him.
Without another word, Freya followed Chloe. Freya kept a close distance behind and watched as she strutted to her next lesson. Chloe had this air of confidence around her. Chloe ended jumping into a younger year Hufflepuff and snarled at the poor student. The Hufflepuff ran off with tears prickling in her eyes. Freya did not like any of James' fangirls but there were a few that stood out and not for good reasons, one of the being Courtney Lilly and the second Chloe Lucas. Courtney was no longer an issue but Chloe was starting to become one now. Some girls – like Courtney – tended to take things too far by trying to forcefully make James theirs. That's when Freya would step in and stop them in their tracks.
As Freya followed the Gryffindor, she began thinking about the punishment she was going to give her. It was at that moment that Chloe flicked her hair. It was long and silky and it was Chloe's pride and joy. Freya knew that she had been spending years on her hair and she was constantly touching it and messing with in lesson – something that annoyed Freya greatly. With that in mind, a smirk grew on Freya's face. Now, she just had to wait for the perfect moment to strike.
It didn't take too long for that opportunity to arise. Eventually, Chloe was walking down an empty hallway with no one else around them. Freya looked around and saw no one and she knew that she had to strike now.
Taking her wand out, Freya pointed it at Chloe. "Calvorio." A red light appeared at the end of her wand. The effect was instantaneous. The long hair on Chloe's head began to fall out onto the floor until there was no hair on her head anymore.
For a moment, Chloe didn't notice but when she did, she stopped dead in her tracks. Freya watched smugly as Chloe shakily reached up with her hands and touched her head only for her to feel a smooth bald head. An unearthly shriek shot out from Chloe's mouth as she ran down the hall.
Freya smirked and felt happy with the results.
"Well, that's a little mean."
Freya turned her head and saw Logan Phillips – Teddy Lupin's Guardian, his third one at that. He was a tall man and looked be around twenty-two years old. He had short brown hair and brown eyes. When she saw him, Freya scowled. "What do you want?" She asked, already not wanting to deal with him. She didn't like Logan and he didn't like her – never had and never will.
Logan smirked and leaned against the nearby wall. "Just wondering what you're doing so far away from James." He said in an airy manner but that was a hidden threat in his tone. One that Freya easily recognised.
"And I could ask you the same thing." Freya fired back, her gaze narrowed.
Logan frowned and soon his gaze narrowed.
"Cut to the chase and tell me what you want, Phillips," Freya said impatiently. She didn't want to spend too long in his presence because being near him disgusted and angered her. Being near him just brought in bad memories that she did not want to relive.
At that moment, the playful demeanour disappeared and what was left was a calm Logan. His stare became icy as he stared directly at Freya. "What is Lance planning for Teddy and Victoire's child?" He demanded harshly.
Freya arched a brow. "How am I meant to know?"
Logan scoffed. "Oh come off it, you're Lance's favourite. He has more than likely told you something."
Freya was silent for a moment. A rush of resentment filled her. That's what she was labelled as by everyone in the Guardian Program, the favourite. Freya hated it. People treated her differently and the only people that got the benefit for that title was her parents whereas Freya was just left the envy of all the other Guardians. The amount of Guardians that had gone after Freya and her title was ridiculous. Teddy's second Guardian had also gone after her and now the third was doing the same thing.
"If Lance hasn't said anything to you then neither am I," Freya said coldly. She turned her back and began walking away because she refused to be around him for a moment longer. As Freya walked away, she felt movement behind her. Suddenly, Freya whirled around with her wand pointed at Logan's throat, who was now just inches away from her. Logan also had his wand, but it was pointed in the air and he appeared to be shocked.
"Try it and see what happens." Freya hissed lowly, a dangerous glint in her stormy grey eyes.
Logan's jaw tightened, he had been out-manoeuvred. He couldn't believe that this little brat had been faster than him. He had blinked and all of a sudden he had a wand pointed at his throat. He had expected Freya to be good but not this good.
"And what is going on here?" Asked a third voice.
Both Freya and Logan turned to see Amy stood not too far away from them. She had her arms crossed over her chest and her brows were raised. She had watched the whole exchange and was ready to jump in if Logan went too far, but she found that she didn't need to.
"Absolutely nothing important," Freya said dryly before putting her wand away and leaving. Her footsteps echoing in the corridor until they couldn't be heard anymore.
Once she was gone, Amy turned to Logan. "What the hell were you thinking?" She hissed at him in anger.
Logan scowled. "I was trying to find out more information." After announcing the news of Teddy and Victoire's pregnancy, Lance hadn't shared anything else about the subject. Logan wanted to know what was happening next because there was an air of uncertainty that was extremely unsettling.
Amy rolled her eyes. "You know not to approach Freya. She is loyal to Lance." As she said this, her voice became low and whisper like.
"Is she though?" Logan questioned back, cocking his eyebrow in the air.
Amy went quiet and stared at him with a blank expression.
HARRY POTTER
Hi guys! Hope you enjoyed the next instalment of the story. The Yule Ball will be happening in the next chapter and I cannot wait! The Yule Ball chapter was one of the first scenes I imagined when I first created this story in my mind like two years ago. There will be a twist so I hope so I can't wait to share it! I have been that excited for it that I have already written the chapter and I just need to make a few adjustments for it to be ready for uploading.
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