Chapter Twenty Three
Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter, JK Rowling does and unfortunately I am not her. However, I do own the OCs and the Guardian Program and the other things that being a Guardian entails.
Summary: After the Second Wizarding War, a Guardian was given to each child of the main families that helped in the war. They were all tasked with a simple job, protect their allocated person with their life. Somehow, Freya screwed it up in the biggest way. She fell in love.
There are going to be a lot of OCs, but the focus is going to be on Freya.
Enjoy!
HARRY POTTER
26th December 2020
Tonight was Lance's party and Freya wasn't looking forward to it. Looking at herself in the mirror, Freya had to make sure that there were no imperfections. She was dressed in a delicate emerald green gown that was sleeveless and had no neck to the dress. It was tight around the chest area and flared out once it hit the waist. The dress itself had some silver lining and real diamonds were sewn into the edges of the dress. On her wrist was the heavy white gold and emerald bracelet that Lance had just gifted her the previous day. On her neck was her Guardian pendant – just like always. She also made sure to wear a pair of emerald earrings that Lance had sent her two years previous. Freya's brown hair pulled up into a long ponytail which was curled in waves down her back and her makeup was very simple. Light foundation, mascara and pink lipstick. On her feet were black kitten heels but they were much hidden by her dress. Freya knew she looked beautiful, the whole attire made her eyes pop and made her aristocrat features stand out even more than usual. However, she just hated the colour. Her mother had chosen her clothes for her otherwise Freya wouldn't have willingly chosen the gown. Vivienne had wanted to make sure that Freya looked presentable and wouldn't embarrass them.
A knock on the door made Freya snap out of her thoughts. "Enter." She said calmly. Her tone giving no indication that she had been caught off guard – even for a moment.
The door opened and a house elf walked in. "Master and Mistress are ready." The house elf said quietly and timidly. He refused to look up at her, just as Freya's mother had instilled in them all.
Freya nodded her head and stood up from her vanity table. Taking one last glance at herself, Freya didn't see anything out of place. Looking down between her bosoms, she spotted her wand. Freya refused to go anywhere without her wand. No one would be able to spot her wand either as it was concealed unless someone were to look down her top.
Just as Freya was walking out of her room, she spotted the house elf looking at Sapphie with fascination. Sapphie was lying on her bed, curled up asleep. She did look exceedingly cute and fluffy. House elves had always had a strange fascination with her cat and Sapphie didn't appreciate this extra attention the house elves were trying to give. More times than not, the house elves often walked away with a few scratches.
"I suggest leaving her alone. She bites." Freya said as she walked out of the room.
The house elf yelped and jumped away. His eyes darted to the ground and he flushed in the embarrassment of being caught.
Walking down the hallway, Freya smirked for a moment before schooling her facial expression. She then made her way to the living room and found both her mother and father standing in the middle of the room. Rupert was dressed in a smart pinstripe suit and Vivienne was in a mermaid cut emerald dress.
Rupert spotted her first. "Let's leave then."
Vivienne grinned in excitement as if she couldn't wait to leave. "I wonder what surprise Lance is going to pull this year. He always has a new surprise." She said, her tone getting more excited as time went on.
Rupert seemed to ignore her and turned to Freya. "We will be Appariting today." He told her calmly.
Freya nodded her head. Rupert had been the one to teach her how to Apparate when she was twelve years old. By law, a licence to Apparate is required to practise Apparition legally and usually, the person must be at least seventeen years old to obtain such a licence. But this didn't apply to Guardians. Again, this was one of the skills that were heavily favoured in the Guardian Program but it wasn't essential. It definitely made travelling a lot easier. However, the first time Freya had Apparated, she splinched herself on her upper thigh. There was a faint scar there that was now hardly noticeable. The scar was a reminder that she needed to be perfect no matter what. Actually, learning how to Apparate had been one of the many things to have killed off a few Guardians or had left them completely disfigured. It certainly wasn't easy to do but after a while of training, Freya felt quite confident in her ability to Apparate.
Closing her eyes, Freya imagined the place she was going. Apparition required three things: destination, determination and deliberation. She envisioned the outside of Lance's mansion. She had been there several times before so she knew exactly what it looked like and the distance between her mansion and his mansion. It was considered very rude to Apparate directly into someone's home and Lance especially hated it. In an instant, the colours behind her closed eyes flashed and she heard three loud crack sounds echo throughout the room as they all vanished from the Williams mansion. Personally, Freya felt like she was being forced through a very tight rubber tube and she didn't like it. But it was quick and now easy to use.
Opening her eyes, Freya saw that she and her parents were outside Lance's mansion. Lance's mansion was very large and extravagant and was around eight thousand square feet. It had two grand stone staircases leading up to the front door. It had a large fountain outside and the water was gushing around and the water sparkled in the moonlight. All the lights in the mansions appeared to be on, bar one or two rooms. Usually, people wouldn't be able to Apparate to Lance's house due to him placing Anti-Disapparition Jinx around his mansion, but he had lifted it for the time being because he was hosting a ball. Looking around, Freya saw many other people were also arriving either by Portkeys that Lance had placed or by broom.
Lance was already outside, greeting his guests as he saw them. He was smiling charmingly at all the people and his icy blue eyes were sparkling in excitement. It didn't take long for him to spot Freya and her parents.
"Rupert! Vivienne! I am so glad you could make it." Lance said as he walked closer to them. When he was close, he and Rupert shook hands and patted each other on the back as a greeting.
Vivienne blushed slightly when Lance kissed the back of her hand. "Oh, we wouldn't miss this for the world." She answered back while fluttering her lashes. For a moment it did look like she had a twitch in her eye with how much she blinking.
Rupert and Freya didn't react to this at all. They were very much used to Vivienne obviously flirting with Lance. But Lance always seemed to ignore her flirting and never acknowledged it.
Soon, Lance's icy blue eyes found Freya. "And how could I miss the beauty of the ball," Lance said reaching out for Freya's hand and placing a kiss on the back of her hand. Freya had to stop herself from flinching and she also had to ignore the venomous glare her mother was sending her.
"I would like to thank you for the bracelet. It is a lovely gift." Freya said, briefing looking down at the hunk of jewellery on her wrist. In all honesty, she detested it but she couldn't let Lance knew how she really felt.
Lance's eyes lit up. "I thought so too. When I saw it, I knew that I just needed to see it on you." He said, still not letting go of her hand.
Vivienne seemed to clench her fists in her expensive silk gloves. "So, who is at the ball tonight?" She asked, gritting her teeth together.
This seemed to grab Lance's attention and he finally let go of Freya's hand. "Well, I have quite the guest list tonight. Even Harry Potter and his family are coming." Lance said with a proud and smug expression. When Harry had sent the reply that he and his family were coming that night, he had been over the moon. He would have preferred if it was just Harry Potter but he would have to make due. For many years, Lance had invited Harry to events he had hosted but the Ex-boy-who-lived only came to a select few.
Vivienne's expression turned sour.
Freya mentally smirked. Her mother hated the Potter family and she especially hated Harry Potter. Vivienne had been one of Voldemort's biggest supporters and had resented the boy because he had killed her master.
Reaching for her pendant, she checked in on James. He was in his house and was probably getting ready to attend the ball. She mentally sighed, she was hoping not to see him or be in his presence at all over the holiday. Just the thought of seeing James over the holiday sent butterflies through her stomach and made her insides clench. Honestly, it was easy being a Guardian over the holidays for her because the Potter house was well protected – so well hidden that even Freya or Lance didn't know where it was. However, that mentality was shaken by Caitlin Finnegan getting kidnapped at the beginning of the summer holiday that year.
"Well, how about we all go inside?" Lance suggested as he took Freya by the arm. She had to stop herself from flinching and yanking her arm away. She allowed him to walk her inside his mansion and made sure to keep pace with him.
Without another word, Rupert held his arm for his wife, who took it begrudgingly.
Walking into the mansion, Freya was not surprised by the decoration. The hallway was decorated to the nines. There was a massive Christmas tree that had loads of tinsel and ball balls and many lights that illuminated the hallway. Lance easily guided her into the ballroom – Freya could hear all the people before she saw them and she could hear the music. Entering the ballroom, Freya immediately spotted another large Christmas tree that was heavily decorated. At the edge of the ballroom was a large table filled with food. Freya could spot some staff members, carrying around trays either filled with some light food or glasses filled with champagne. It was beautiful, but it was nothing compared to the Yule Ball decorations in Hogwarts.
HARRY POTTER
One hour later
Harry hid his frown as he took a sip from his champagne classes. His green eyes were darting around the room, trying to figure out an escape. He was looking for a way to slip away from the party so he could go and explore. Ginny was being an absolute darling because she was chatting Lance's ear off on purpose. Harry and Ginny had planned this beforehand – Ginny would distract Lance and it would give Harry a chance to slip away and go snooping. However, no matter how much they tried, Lance would always notice and catch Harry just as he was going to slip away. It would seem that Lance hadn't clicked onto what they were doing just yet.
"Any luck at all?" Hermione asked as she and Ron walked up to their friend. They had been watching from afar and were just as frustrated as Harry.
Ron pursed his lips together. "Not likely. He's been around Harry like a lost puppy." He said, sparing a glance at Lance.
Harry sighed and shook his head. "I can't seem to get away. I don't think I'll be able to slip away." As much as he hated to admit it, he knew he wouldn't be able to get away. It was at times like this that Harry cursed his reputation. Every time Harry turned his back, Lance would appear right next to him and stop him in his tracks.
"Well surely one of us can do it," Hermione suggested, also looking around the room. They were all trying to nonchalantly so as not to attract at attention. So far, they had been doing well and they just needed to keep that up.
"But who?" Ron asked, looking at his wife. He didn't mind going snooping, but he didn't like the thought of leaving Hermione in the presence of Lance. He knew how much Hermione disliked being anywhere near him. Ron was very confident that she could take care of herself and he knew that if anything happened, Harry would be there as a backup.
Hermione rolled her eyes. "I'll go. I can use the excuse of using the toilet or powdering my nose." Hermione didn't like the stereotypes of a woman but it would sometimes come in handy for situations like this. Out of the three of them, she would be the one that Lance would pay the least attention to. Lance was Harry's fanboy, but he showed admiration for Ron too. Lance would sometimes praise her, but otherwise, she had mostly been ignored.
Harry nodded his head, agreeing with her. "Just be careful." He said with a smile. He knew that he didn't need to be concerned. Hermione could curse someone quicker than most people.
Hermione smiled back before making her away past Lance. Lance and Ginny were standing near the exit and she easily slipped past both of them. As she passed, Hermione made eye contact with Ginny and nodded her head at the woman, giving her a silent cue. Ginny caught this action and smiled. It would seem as though she was smiling at something Lance said but this was a sign that the mission was ago.
Stealthily, Hermione walked out of the ballroom and walked down the corridor. She made sure to walk with confidence so that no one would question where she was going. She had noticed that the people who oozed confidence where questioned less and that's what she needed. She walked down the corridors of Lance's mansion with ease. When Hermione had entered the mansion, she had cast a quick spell that would give a blueprint of the house so she knew exactly where she was going. She planned to head to his main office, especially after she saw the blueprints. There was a concealment charm around the office, meaning that Lance was trying to hide something and Hermione was determined to find out what it was. It was the only place in the mansion that had any concealments and that immediately sent red flags through her head.
She came to a stop when she reached the corridor his office was on. Using her magic, Hermione cast a quick charm to reveal if there were any traps. She was pretty sure that if Lance was so protective of his office then there is a possibility he may have laid down traps. However, there were no concealed traps. Frowning, Hermione hesitantly walked forward until she reached the office door.
"Alohomora." Hermione cast the spell, looking over her shoulder to make sure that no one was looking. For a moment, she didn't think the spell was going to work, but she was surprised to hear a few clicking sounds and was even more surprised when the door opened. Looking at the door, Hermione narrowed her eyes. That was far too easy. This could be a trap or Lance was so confident and ignorant that no one would break into his office that he was being negligent.
Carefully entering the room, Hermione's eyes scanned the room. Nothing seemed odd on first glance. It just seemed to be like any other office. There was a large desk, many bookcases filled with books and two other doors on either side of the office. Looking at the blueprint, Hermione saw that the two doors led to a bathroom and a bedroom. There was a little sitting area with two couches facing one another and a table between the two.
"This looks too perfect, too normal," Hermione whispered softly. Her eyes were darting around the room, trying to spot something out of ordinary.
That's when she noticed something odd. One of the paintings on the wall were slightly askew and wouldn't be easily noticeable unless she was looking for something. Walking closer, she took out her wand again and used magic to move the painting from the wall. It revealed a magic safe built into the wall. Using her magic, Hermione opened the safe with more difficulty than the door. Hermione smirked when she opened the safe. She has determined that this wasn't a trap, but rather Lance being too ignorant about no one evading his personal space. However, that smugness turned to confusion when she saw what was in the safe. The safe was filled with hundreds of golden pendants. They were plain but some of them did have a gem or two oddly placed on the pendant. Carefully, Hermione reached in and grabbed a pendant and took it out so she could look at it. It was cold to the touch and sent shivers down her. There was something about these pieces of jewellery that made Hermione feel uncomfortable.
"How peculiar." She muttered lowly to herself. She held the pendant closer to herself and examined it and saw that this one had one jewel on it. Just then, her thumb brushed something on the back which felt rough and so unlike the rest of the pendant in front of her. Turning the pendant over, she saw what was engraved into the back of the pendant.
Joseph Murray
Hermione didn't recognise the name at all. She looked up and reached for another pendant and this one didn't have any jewels on it. She felt a rough pattern on the back and turned it over, only to see a name.
Lucy Fisher
Checking a few more pendants, Hermione saw that all seemed to have names on the back of them. She recognised none of the names and was only getting more and more confused as she read the names. After a few more moments, Hermione felt like she had seen enough. She needed to look into these names further to find the connection. However, she knew she needed to take evidence back with her to look into. Using her magic, she made a duplicate of the pendant and put the duplicate in her purse and the real one back in the safe. Delicately, Hermione used her magic to close the safe and put the painting back in place. With one last glance, Hermione was certain that the painting was placed back exactly as it was before. Satisfied, Hermione left the room and made sure that the door was magically locked.
Walking down the hallway, she felt curious about her find. The duplicate in her purse felt heavy, just like the pendant in the safe. After a few seconds, Hermione reached the ballroom and found everything was the same as when she left. However, she did notice that Lance was talking to both Harry and Ron, with Ginny by Harry's side. Looking at the huge wall clock she noticed she had only been gone for twenty minutes at most.
"Sorry for the wait, I couldn't find the toilet." Hermione slipped in casually next to Ron and Harry. She smiled apologetically at them and made sure to keep up appearances.
Lance smiled at her and turned back to Harry.
Ron sent her a curious expression and Hermione just smiled back at him. She carefully nodded her head, making it look inconspicuous at the same time. This was a silent message that she had got what they needed and that she had found something.
Then suddenly there was a crash. Everyone looked to where the sound came from and everyone seemed to stop dancing and talking to one another. A server had dropped a tray of glasses on the ground and was flushed bright red in embarrassment. He was looking at the ground as he took out his wand and quickly cast a spell to repair the damaged expensive glasses. He then quickly darted out of the room and then everything went back to normal.
"Excuse me for a moment," Lance said with a tight smile. His grip on the glass was tight, so tight that his knuckles were turning white. He then stormed off after the server and was soon out of sight.
"Thank god," Ginny whispered lowly, leaning into Harry.
Hermione grinned. "Did I miss anything?"
Ron rolled his eyes. "Only just him talking about himself and Harry. I swear he's as bad as Colin Creevey." It took a lot from him to not say anything because it was just so boring. At first, it was very funny and he had to stop himself laughing but it soon got irritating.
"If he starts asking for pictures then we're leaving," Harry replied back with humour in his tone, circling his arm around Ginny's waist.
"I need another drink," Ron said before looking around for another server. When he saw one, he began walking over to them with Hermione in tow, she also needed a drink herself after the job she had done.
Harry smiled and looked around the room. He was keeping a close eye on his kids because he knew how much mischief they can cause at times. He did notice some girls that were James' age, so he just wanted to make sure that James didn't get himself into any trouble. As Harry was looking around the room, his green eyes landed on a girl that was standing in the corner of the room.
"That's her," Harry whispered to his wife, discreetly pointing to Freya in the corner of the room. She seemed too pre-occupied with looking around the room. That's when he noticed that Freya was just looking at James but she wasn't looking away. She looked so bored as well as she drank from her champagne glass.
Ginny looked at who he was pointing at. "So that is the mysterious girl. She does actually exist." She said in a joking manner, nudging Harry slightly.
Harry grinned and nudged his wife back. Harry turned away from his wife and looked back at Freya after a few moments. This time, there were two more people near her and Harry recognised them as Rupert and Vivienne Williams. Harry looked at the three of them and he could instantly see the similarity between Rupert and Freya. This made him certain Freya was the daughter of Rupert and Vivienne Williams and this made him even more curious of why there were no records of her at all. Just as Harry was about to look away, his attention was caught. Freya had turned around and moved the long ponytail around her shoulder, completely exposing the back of her neck. Harry's eyes widened when he saw the exact same mark on the back of her neck that he had seen on the two men he followed in the Ministry. If Harry had any doubts about Freya being involved with this secret department then it was all wiped away in an instant. Now, he just needed to find out what exactly this secret department was.
"Ginny, did you see that?" Harry asked, looking at his wife.
Ginny looked up at him with a confused expression. "See what?"
"The mark on the back of Freya's neck," Harry said.
The confusion on Ginny's face only seemed to grow deeper. "Who's Freya?" She asked as she furrowed her brows.
Harry blinked slowly and he started to feel concerned. "I'll be back in a moment dear." He said, kissing her cheek and walking away. He began looking for Hermione and Ron because he needed to talk to them now. He soon found then around the food table, with Ron stuffing his face.
"Guys, do you remember when I told you about that girl?" He said vaguely on purpose. He didn't really know who was listening in. He was certain no one was listening in beforehand but because he moved closer to the door Lance walked out of, he was being more cautious.
Ron began to think back deeply, but Hermione seemed to know who he was talking about. "You mean the girl that doesn't exist?" She asked while arching her brow. She just wanted to make sure that they were talking about the right person before they went any further.
Harry nodded his head and Ron's eyes lit up in recognition. "She's over in the corner at the left-hand side." Harry directed them while not looking back. He knew that if they were all to look back that it would look suspicious.
Hermione and Ron looked over and spotted the young girl. They looked at Rupert next to her and immediately saw the resemblance. Freya was definitely Rupert's child. When Hermione looked at Freya, her eyes widened and her hand instantly tightened around her purse where she had a duplicate of the pendant.
"There's no warmth there," Ron said suddenly.
Hermione and Ron looked at him. "What do you mean?" Hermione asked.
Ron continued to watch the Williams family. "In their eyes, there is no warmth when they look at her." He instantly recognised this because he was so used to seeing parents look at their children with love in their eyes. His mother and father looked at him with love in their eyes, Hermione would look at their children with love in her eyes and Harry and Ginny would look at their children with love in their eyes. So, to see the coldness between Freya and her parents made it obvious and it really stuck out to him.
"There is another thing. I pointed her out to Ginny and she instantly forgot about her." Harry said with a frown.
"But Ginny has a great memory." Ron also frowned. That was something he used to dislike about Ginny at times because whenever they made bets as children and he lost, Ginny would always remember and make him stay to his promise. It's also how she aced her OWLS and NEWTS.
Hermione looked over at Ginny and saw that she was now talking to James, Albus and Lily. "Can anyone else sense a charm in the room?" She asked slowly. She had noticed a charm in the air much earlier but she didn't know what. As an Auror, they were sensitive to magic and would notice when spells would linger in the air.
Harry nodded his head. "I felt it in Hogwarts too."
"I think it's coming from her," Ron said, referring to Freya. He could feel it around other people in the room too, but the strange charm seemed to be different around Freya – more noticeable.
"But why isn't if affecting us?" Hermione asked with a frown. It was obvious to all of them that it was a memory charm around the girl and a strong one at that. She could sense more charms around others in the room too, but she couldn't identify them among the crowd. But it didn't seem to be affecting them at all which they found odd.
Harry frowned. "We need to do more digging."
Hermione and Ron nodded their heads in agreement.
HARRY POTTER
Later that night
It was around twelve at night and by then nearly everyone had left. The only people that were left were the Guardians and their parents that had been invited by Lance to attend. It was hours before that people had started to leave – all leaving drunk or with sleepy children in their arms. Lance had been the perfect host and had sent them off with a smile. It was only when everyone who wasn't involved was Guardian Program had left that Lance dropped his façade.
Freya stood at the back of everyone, watching as they all gathered near Lance. They were all waiting for what Lance was going to announce. Agreeing with what her mother said earlier, Freya knew that Lance was planning a surprise. There was something about the gleam in his eyes that made Freya feel suspicious.
Lance cleared his throat, "There have been some questions about the future of the Guardians. We have no younger Guardians to look after Teddy and Victoire Lupin's unborn child." He said, looking around the room of Guardians.
Freya gave no reaction, but she couldn't help but disagree. No one had questioned Lance because everyone was too scared too. If they did, Lance would take offence to this and would punish them. Lance didn't like disobedience. For example, that server who had dropped a tray full of glasses had been killed because he had embarrassed Lance in front of everyone.
"Well, now we have an answer. Someone will be stepping forward and leading us into a new age of Guardians. Someone will be helping to produce the first Guardian in the second generation." Lance said, sounding proud and almost as though he was hyping up all the Guardians.
It seemed to be working. Vivienne was grinning wildly as she seemed to be hanging on Lance's every word. Other Guardians that were there also seemed too curious, but it was parents that were acting excited and happy. Whereas, Freya rolled her eyes. If anyone had agreed to take that role then they were really stupid and she really pitied the person taking up this role because it was something Freya would hate to do.
"And that person is Katrina Thompson," Lance announced as he extended his arm to the Guardian. Katrina walked up in front of everyone with a wide smile on her face like she was happy with the decision.
Freya's eyes widened and she nearly crushed the champagne glass in her hands. Rebecca chocked on her own spit and Connor's jaw dropped. They were all looking at the Hufflepuff in shock and Freya was just watching her in horror. Quickly, Freya composed herself and forced herself to calm down before anyone could see her display of emotion.
"Thank you, I won't let you down," Katrina said with a wide smile. She almost seemed to be glowing with excitement.
Lance nodded his head and also smiled at her. He gave a silent dismissal, indicating that the after party had started as he walked away from Katrina and began talking with others.
Without another thought, Freya walked over to Katrina. She avoided people who were trying to talk to her but Freya ignored them completely. She was far too focused on getting to Katrina – who seemed to be surrounded by people who were congratulating her for the honour. However, the closer Freya got to Katrina, the angrier she became.
"Katrina, can I talk with you?" Freya asked, her jaw clenched in anger.
Katrina smiled and nodded her head happily. "Of course!" She sent apologies to everyone as she and Freya walked away from everyone.
Freya didn't stop walking until she was outside the ballroom. As she walked past a table, she set her glass down before she broke it from clenching it too hard. She then walked them into the hallway, out of the way of the ballroom because she didn't want anyone listening in. Her anger was building and she knew she needed to bring it down a notch otherwise she was going to say something she was going to regret. Once they were both far away enough, Freya stopped dead in her tracks and kept her back facing Katrina.
"What was that?" Freya asked as calmly as she could.
Katrina tilted her head to the side in confusion. "What do you mean?"
Freya sneered. "That announcement of bringing in the next generation of Guardians." She said, not being able to hide the disgust in her tone. She couldn't believe what she was hearing, but she knew that it was true and it couldn't be ignored either.
"Oh," Katrina said, clicking onto what she was talking about. "Isn't it great? Lance asked me if I was interested and I jumped at the chance!" Katrina began to say excitedly, not noticing how angry the Gryffindor was becoming.
"Isn't this great? What a load of crap!" Freya exclaimed as she turned around to face Katrina. Her magic pulsing underneath her skin.
It was only seeing Freya's stormy grey eyes did Katrina realise that she wasn't happy for her. "You're angry," Katrina said softly.
"Oh, I am more than angry. I am pissed. Do you even realise what you've done?" Freya hissed out lowly as her fists clenched tightly.
Katrina frowned softly. "Freya, this is my only chance to fulfil my dream. I can become a mother." Katrina explained softly, a gentle expression on her face as she stroked her empty stomach.
Freya's eye twitched at her ignorance. "You're not going to be a mother. You're going to become a breeding machine for Lance and the Guardian Program." She knew exactly what was going to happen. Katrina wouldn't even get to see the baby as soon as it was born. It would be carted off to someone else so Katrina can continue her Guardian duties. That baby would be raised to be a Guardian from birth – it won't get a childhood or even get a glimpse of freedom, unlike the first generation of Guardians who got to experience at least a few years of freedom before being thrust into the dragons den. Freya knew that Katrina was playing a dangerous game. If Katrina didn't do what Lance said the entire time, she would be killed and she would be replaced. If Katrina didn't get pregnant to whoever within a few weeks then Lance would find someone else and would kill Katrina and the very thought of this scared Freya.
"It's not going to be like that." Katrina blindly defended as she shook her head.
Freya bit the inside of her cheek to stop herself from saying something bad. "I know Lance better than anyone else. It is exactly that." She said in a monotone voice.
Katrina sighed deeply. "Can't you just be happy for me?! You know I have wanted this more than anything in the world!" Katrina exclaimed in exasperation.
"How can I defend an absolutely moronic decision?!" Freya snapped back, feeling herself come to the end of her tether. For years she had protected Katrina. For years she had put Katrina's needs before her own or even James' at times. Freya deeply cared for Katrina because she was like the sister she always needed and wanted. If it wasn't for Katrina then Freya wouldn't have known what it was like to be a child at times or experience something similar to fun.
There was silence in the hallway. The only sound was the music from the ballroom and the heavy breathing coming from both Katrina and Freya. Katrina's eyes were wide from shock and tears appeared to be gathering in the corners of her eyes. Freya's neck was flushed red in frustration and her fists and jaw were clenched tightly.
"…Freya…" Katrina whispered softly, the hurt flashing through her eyes was blinding and it made Freya feel a pang of guilt in her chest.
"You are making a terrible decision, Katrina," Freya whispered lowly, looking at Katrina directly in the eyes as she said this. "I won't be able to protect you from this."
Katrina shook her head. "I don't need protecting."
Freya arched a brow at her. "Really? Who has always been there to make sure you never ended up in trouble with Lance? Who has been there to make sure you haven't seen the darkness that has engulfed the Guardians?" There had been many instances were Freya should have reported Katrina to Lance, but she could never do it. She could never snitch on her best friend, it was something that never sat right with her.
Katrina was silent as she stared at Freya with tears clinging to her eyes, refusing to fall.
"Just… please don't do this." Freya asked softly.
Biting her lip, Katrina shook her head. "I have to. This is my only chance." She wasn't stupid, she knew she would never be allowed children of her own if she stayed in the Guardians. When she was told about this opportunity, she jumped at the chance and now she had hoped she could be the mother she had always dreamed of being.
"Then I am sorry. But I can't be involved with this." Freya said, shaking her own head. Without another word, Freya walked away.
Katrina whimpered as the tears fell from her eyes.
HARRY POTTER
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