Chapter Twenty Nine
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.
Guest: This story is probably going to have around forty chapters, maybe more. I have a lot planned for the second half now that I had set everything up and I can't wait!
Enjoy!
HARRY POTTER
A few days later
Freya had been watching Noah like a hawk. Ever since the third challenge of the Triwizard Tournament, he had been acting weird. He had been avoiding being anywhere Connor, her, Cordelia or Rebecca. Actually, Noah had actively begun avoiding all the Guardians, something that hadn't escaped Freya's notice. Noah seemed to be more nervous around people than before and he appeared to have a pained smile on his face all the time. None of the other Guardians noticed because they were all too busy focusing on their own issues and protecting their charge. No one had time to interfere with other Guardian's personal issues unless it got in the way of them protecting their charge. But Freya was curious and she was going to figure it out. She had waited; giving it a couple of days to see if Noah would calm down. She had watched him from a distance before making her move. She had to catch him alone and out of earshot of every Guardian before she confronted him on the matter. Freya knew that Noah had a connection to Werewolves, his reaction after the third challenge had spoken volumes. She had provoked him intentionally, wanting to see what his reaction would be and it had given her results that she had been expecting.
The best opportunity arose that day. Noah was alone, watching Louis Weasley in the library. It also happened that James had decided to visit the Library to study for his OWLS that were coming up shortly. Freya had sat down with Noah at his table – the table farthest away from everyone – and she noticed immediately that he had stiffened when she arrived in the library.
"Hello, Freya," Noah muttered lowly, a pleasant smile on his face. However, it was fake and it didn't reach his eyes.
"Noah." Freya nodded her head in acknowledgement. She turned to face away from him and decided to watch James for a moment. He was with Fred and was surrounded by a mountain of books. Freya also spotted Cordelia sitting at a table closer to the Weasley – watching Fred closely.
They both sat in silence for a moment, neither one saying anything. Freya was comfortable with the silence whereas Noah was not. He was shifting in his seat uncomfortably and he was looking at anywhere else but at Freya.
"I know," Freya said lowly, her voice barely above a whisper.
If possible, Noah tensed further. "I don't know what you're talking about." He said nonchalantly, still not looking at Freya.
Inwardly, Freya sighed. She had fully expected this reaction from him. Being a Werewolf wasn't easy in the Wizarding World so she could understand why he would deny it. When Kingsley became the Minister of Magic, he made sure all the anti-werewolf legislation were repealed and new laws were put in place so that Werewolves were treated with the respect and dignity that had been lacking for so many years. However, even now there was still prejudice against them but it wasn't a common occurrence anymore. One of those people who detested Werewolves was none other than Lance. He detested the creatures and he eagerly hunted them during a full moon whenever he could. If Noah were to be found out, he would lose his status as a Guardian immediately.
"I saw you in the Forbidden Forest. That was you." Freya said, talking about the Werewolf had that attacked her and Albus a few days ago. It was only after the whole incident and seeing Noah's reaction that had made her connect the dots in her head.
Noah's head whipped to the side to look at her. Freya returned his stare and it only further confirmed what she already knew. It was the eyes, the wolf and Noah both had the same dark eyes. The Werewolf's had been more wild and feral but Freya could see the resemblance up close now.
"I am not a Werewolf," Noah whispered lowly. He appeared convincing as honesty shone through his dark eyes. The only thing that gave him away was his shaking hands. The shaking was slight and hardly noticeable but it caught her attention.
Saying nothing, Freya stood up. James had put away all his books and was leaving the Library. Silently, Freya followed him, not sparing a glance to Noah – who was shaking more noticeably now. Freya followed James out of the Library and watched as he walked back into the Gryffindor Common room. She watched as the portrait closed behind him and was about to follow after him when she heard footsteps quickly coming towards her. Freya smirked, she knew that he would follow her.
"How did you…?" Noah asked, slightly out of breath. When Freya had left the Library without saying anything, he panicked. He thought that she was going to report him to Lance and that had sent him running after her.
Freya turned to look at him and she noticed that there was no one in the hallway either. "You disappear each night of the full moon. I've seen you sneak out into the Forbidden Forest. You always looked sick and pale. Your eyes were the final dot that allowed me to put everything together." Freya explained calmly, watching his reaction. She had noticed that once a month, that Noah would become ill and would shy away from all the Guardians but she had paid it no mind as she didn't see it as important. However, she did keep that bit of information to herself as she thought it may become useful one day.
Noah paled considerably. "Does anyone else know?" He asked softly, the fear reflected in his eyes.
Freya shook her head. This is a secret she wouldn't reveal to anyone – and certainly not Lance. The consequence would be brutal. Two previous Guardians – one being Fred's and the other being Dominique's Guardian – had been bitten by a Werewolf and Lance had not treated them kindly. Lance didn't kill them immediately, which would have been merciful in his eyes. Lance locked up the two Guardians – children – and waited until the full moon where they transformed into Werewolves. Lance then released them and hunted them down like animals. Freya remembered that incident well because Lance had made an event out of it when she was thirteen years old. He invited all the existing Guardians and their families to watch as he hunted them down and killed them. So no, Freya would not tell Lance about Noah because that was too cruel – even by Freya's standards. The two Guardian's parents had to watch as their children were hunted and slaughtered and they couldn't do anything about it. Vivienne had laughed at them – laughed at the two children as they were being killed. It was something that had haunted Freya for years and still did now.
Noah sighed in relief, happy to know that his secret was safe.
"My only question is; how have you been able to hide this from Lance?" Freya asked, arching a brow at him. To keep this kind of secret was dangerous, especially when Lance always uses his Legilimency to find out the information he needed when he wasn't satisfied.
Taking a deep breath, Noah answered. "Well, seeing as you know my biggest secret. I don't mind sharing. I learned Occlumency from a friend."
Freya stared at him for a moment before nodding her head. She began to use her own Legilimency, forcing her way into his mind. Noah winced slightly as he felt the intrusion into his mind and let her for a moment. However, she could only get so far before she felt the walls in his mind. She tested the mental walls in his mind and found that they were strong. For a moment, Freya was really tempted to push it, to see how much he could take. But she decided that it would too cruel. Slowly, Freya pulled out of his mind.
Noah shivered once she was fully gone, "That still gives me the shivers." He whispered lowly, rubbing his arms for friction. Whenever someone used Legilimency on him, it felt like a cold wind had entered his bones and he hated the feeling.
"Who are these friends then?" Freya asked suspiciously. There weren't any other Guardians currently at Beauxbatons because there wasn't anyone to protect other than Louis. This was why Louis' Guardian was always the most mysterious because no one ever hardly saw them. Noah and all the other Guardians that came before him were always stationed in France and would receive the least attention from Lance. However, that made the position just as dangerous because previous Guardians had let down their guard and that's when Lance swooped in and killed them.
Noah's lips thinned as he looked around the area, trying to see if there was anyone watching him. "When I am in Beauxbatons… I take off my pendant." He whispered this lowly, the nerves coming back once again. He had just told her his second biggest secret – something he had admitted to no one.
Freya stilled for a moment and gave no outward reaction.
"I use the warmth charm as we did for the Yule Ball, but I apply it quite a few times a day. I always put it back on at night when I am asleep but I always take it off in the morning." Noah further admits, a small smile spreading across his face.
Outwardly, Freya gave absolutely no reaction. However, on the inside, Freya felt… annoyed. She and all the other Guardians had been forced into this pendant and were constantly monitored – but Noah could get around it. He hadn't been through what they had. Freya resented this, but it also intrigued her and made her impressed that Noah had got away with this so long. He was Louis' fourth Guardian and had only joined the Guardians at the beginning of that summer – he wasn't nearly as experienced as most of the Guardians in Hogwarts.
"I have friends in Beauxbatons who have helped me with my transformations. One is able to brew the Wolfbane potion for me. But it's getting expensive and sometimes I can't afford to get the ingredients." Noah explained with a saddened expression. Unfortunately, this was a very common problem with the Wolfbane Potion because all the ingredients were incredibly expensive and this was why most Werewolves lived in poverty or they fell into poverty because they desperately need the potion. It was then made even worse because some jobs wouldn't accept workers who were Werewolves. Even with Kingsley's new legislation, it didn't lower the price for ingredients and many Werewolves still lived in poverty and it didn't stop all prejudice.
Freya nodded her head and walked past Noah, intending to go into the Gryffindor Common Room.
"You're not going to tell anyone, are you?" Noah hesitantly asked.
Freya stopped walking but didn't turn around to face him. "As long as it doesn't affect your duties as a Guardian then I don't care." She said, walking away from him. She gave the password to the Fat Lady and she was allowed entrance into her Common Room.
Noah watched as Freya walked away, sighing in relief. "If only you weren't so close to Lance." He whispered lowly before walking away.
HARRY POTTER
Later that day
Freya laid on her bed, looking up at her canopy bed ceiling. Her curtains were drawn and her protection spell was put in place, like every other night. It was late, well after midnight, but Freya found that she couldn't sleep at all. James had gone to bed hours ago and so should she, but Freya had too much on her mind. Noah's confession had left her with a lot to think about. Of course, she wasn't going to tell Lance – but it made her think about Lydia and that was something Freya didn't like to linger on. No one had ever defied Lance in such a bold way, being a Werewolf and taking the pendant off was a big and bold thing to do and no one had something as bold, not since Lydia. Lydia was the first ever Guardian to exist – when Lydia was Guardian, there weren't any pendants. That was something Lance had thought of after Lydia's 'betrayal'. The more Freya thought about her sister, the more curious she was becoming. Lydia was a subject that Freya didn't like to think about too much because it was painful. She and Lydia had been so close. Lydia was the only person who protected her against her mother's wrath. Lydia had been her protector and close friend. Lydia had been the only person that Freya could confide in as a child and then she just went. Everything disappeared in a blink of an eye and Freya was left to the wrath of her mother.
With that in mind, Freya got up from her bed and dispelled all the charms around her bed. Sapphie didn't stir at all, even when Freya left the bed, but Freya didn't pay her much attention. She was still in her PJs – consisting of a nightdress – so she slipped on her slippers and her cloak from her trunk at the end of the bed and then grabbed her wand. With that, she left the room and headed towards McGonagall's office to use the fireplace that was connected to the Floo Network. Freya made quick work of this and was thankful that McGonagall was not in her office again. She knew that McGonagall was at a meeting with the Ministry so she was safe for the time being. However, she needed to make this journey quick before she came back.
Standing in the fireplace, Freya grabbed some powder. "Williams Manor," Freya said clearly, throwing the powder to the ground and letting herself be consumed by the green flames. The next time Freya opened her eyes, she saw that she was inside the Manor. Everything was dark and for a moment she did feel unnerved. For a moment, Freya thought that her parents would still be awake, but she knew that they wouldn't even be home. They hardly ever spent time at home anymore – something she knew that House Elves were thankful for.
Walking out of the fireplace, Freya headed in the direction of Lydia's room. Lydia's room had been sealed off for years and no one had been allowed near it. However, tonight Freya wasn't listening to those rules. She needed something and she had a feeling that it was going to be in her room. Her parents had thrown away a lot of Lydia's stuff after her death, but she knew that Lydia was smart enough to hide away some things.
Reaching the familiar door, Freya took out her wand and was about to blast the door open with her magic. She knew that her parents would have used powerful charms to keep this door closed but Freya was going to break the door down. As she raised her wand, she stopped. "What do you want?" Freya asked, turning to look at her left. She had sensed a presence following her since she had arrived in the manor. She knew that it was a House Elf. As she had raised her wand, she noticed that the House Elf had raised their hand.
It was Meepy, a very shy House Elf. "I-I am sorry Mistress. But the Master asked me to never let anyone in that room again… even you." Meepy whispered softly, her big eyes begging Freya not to cast any spells. She knew she would have to attack Freya if she tried it.
Freya sighed and lowered her wand. "I understand. Then, you can get it." She said, turning to face the House Elf.
Meepy's eyes widened in fear, "B-but I couldn't!"
"Did my parents say you couldn't enter this room then?" Freya arched a brow, crossing her arms over her chest.
Meepy shook her head, "They did not." She admitted softly.
Freya nodded her head. She had been fully expecting this and she felt smug. Her parents believed that no one would want to enter Lydia's room. When giving orders to a House Elf, you need to make sure that there are absolutely no loopholes otherwise they could take liberties. They must be given strict instructions and they must be clear and concise.
"I want you to go into that room and get me Lydia's diary. Then, you must give it to me and never tell anyone that I was ever here." Freya ordered harshly, her gaze narrowed.
Meepy nodded her head and she snapped her fingers, disappearing behind Lydia's door. Freya waited a few moments before Meepy appeared back in front of her. In her hands, Meepy was holding a black diary.
Upon seeing the notebook, Freya's eyes narrowed. "That's not it."
"What?" Meepy asked, confused.
"My sister detested the colour black, especially for diaries. That isn't her diary." Freya replied back dryly, feeling annoyed. Lydia hated the colour black because she said it was too depressing and dark. She much preferred brighter colours, like yellow. Yellow was Lydia's favourite colour because it reminded her of the sun. Anything that Lydia had bought herself was bright and colourful and not the dark colours that their parents forced them to have.
Panic flashed in Meepy's eyes. She had not listened to her Mistress' orders and now she was going to be punished for it. She winced and bowed her head, "I-I am sorry. Please punish me accordingly." She whispered in fright of what was to come.
Freya rolled her eyes. "Get out of my sight,"
Meepy flinched and was gone within seconds, taking the fake diary with her.
Freya sighed deeply. She couldn't enter the room now so this whole trip had been a complete waste of her time. Just as she was about to walk away, Freya stopped when she heard a voice.
"So you came here of your own free will?"
Turning, Freya saw another House Elf, hiding in the shadows. However, she instantly knew who this was and a smirk spread across her face. "So, you came out of hiding, Polky," Freya said, amusement in her eyes.
Polky walked out of the shadows, revealing an old House Elf. She was much older than all the other House Elves in the Manor. She was very old, but she still managed to complete all the jobs given to her to a high standard. Polky was the first House Elf that Freya's father had ever employed. Polky had seen many House Elves come and go and many other things in this house. Polky also happened to one of the very few people that Freya respected and liked.
"You wouldn't have come here unless you wanted something. What it is?" Polky asked directly, not afraid to speak out. Vivienne absolutely hated this quality, but she couldn't do anything because Rupert had given strict orders that Polky was not to be touched by anyone.
"Lydia's diary. Her real one." Freya said without hesitation. She knew that Polky would know what she was talking about. Polky was the one who would look after her sister a lot of the time.
Polky smiled, "You've finally become interested in Lydia? Took you long enough." She snorted before disappearing in a flash.
Freya only had to wait a few moments before Polky was back. She was also holding a yellow diary in her hands. The diary looked old but it appeared to be well looked after at the same time. Freya reached out and took the diary gently, almost scared that it would disintegrate in her hands if she touched it with too much force.
"Lydia asked me to look after it the night she died. She knew what would happen when she broached the subject." Polky said with a frown. She could remember feeling confused that day, wondering why her Mistress was handing her the most prized possession she owned. Lydia had left her a message as well, saying that only Freya was allowed to read her diary when she was older. This was why Polky had handed over the diary without any arguments or reluctance.
Looking at the diary, it just reminded Freya of her sister. Looking at the diary made Freya feel sad and remorseful. "Thank you," Freya said lowly, bringing the diary close to her body before hiding it in one of the many pockets of her cloak.
"What's changed? You wouldn't have asked for her diary at all, let alone know it existed." Polky asked suspiciously.
Freya rolled her eyes, "I knew my sister. She was smart enough to hide this from everyone – especially our mother. Our mother snooped through Lydia's stuff all the time. This was the only place that Lydia felt safe confiding things in." Freya said fondly. She could remember asking her sister what she wrote in her diary. Lydia had been honest and told her that she only wrote her deepest and darkest thoughts, things that she didn't want anyone to know or find.
Polky nodded her head in agreement. "Yes… she was the smartest person I had ever met." She said with a reminiscent smile.
Freya said nothing and turned around to leave. She had stayed there longer than she had planned and she knew she needed to leave now.
HARRY POTTER
The next day
Harry sat at home, waiting. Two nights ago, he had received a letter requesting to meet with him. He didn't know who the person was, all he knew was that it was the same person who had left the note on his desk. The same person who gave him the tip about Lydia. The person had requested to meet at his house at eleven o'clock at night. He would have invited Hermione and Ron as well, but the letter had requested that they speak to him alone. However, Harry knew that Ginny was in the house if he needed assistance and she was to be on her guard when this person arrived. Ginny had since regained her memory after the party Lance threw and she couldn't understand either why her mind suddenly went blank.
The clock struck eleven o'clock and someone appeared in the fireplace. Harry and Ginny's fireplace was connected to the Floo Network, but only a few fireplaces would allow access to the Potter house. Once the green flames died down, Harry stood up, his wand in hand. There was a dark figure, in a massive black cloak. It completely covered the figures face, but Harry could tell from the figure that this person was a woman.
"Thank you for accepting to see me." The woman said, bowing slightly. Her voice was soft and made her sound very young. The cloak around her made her appear small because of how much the cloak swallowed her frame.
Harry nodded his head, "It was my pleasure. You're the one who sent me the note, are you not?" He asked, just wanting to confirm what he thought.
The cloaked figure nodded her head, "I did yes."
With that, Harry offered the woman a seat and they both sat down. They were in Harry's study and were sat opposite one another. When Harry offered the woman a drink, the woman politely refused and then there was silence. Harry made himself a drink while watching the figure out of the corner of his eyes. He didn't trust this person and he didn't like how they had managed to get into his home to place that letter on his desk.
Harry was the first to break it. "Who are you exactly?" He asked, looking intently at the woman. He was trying to see if he could see her face under the cloak, but he was unsuccessful. There was a spell so Harry wouldn't be able to make her out.
"Unfortunately, I cannot say. However, I can tell you that I am an ally. Both you and the group I am under have the same goal; to bring Lance down." The woman said strongly, her fists clenched at the mention of Lance Johnson.
"Group?" Harry parroted.
The woman nodded her head, "Yes. Our group was formed years ago. Our leader couldn't stand what Lance was doing and vowed to put an end to it. But it was proven more difficult than originally thought." The woman sighed deeply and leaned back into her seat, getting comfortable.
Harry couldn't help but sign in agreement. "You're right. He is protected from all angles, his defence is absolutely solid." There was no physical proof of what was happening – actually, Harry didn't know what was happening exactly. All Harry knew was that there was a secret department in the Ministry that Lance ran and it involved the children in Hogwarts. No one could tell him anything or give him the actual evidence. There was nothing to prove in court other than a gut feeling and even that was starting to waiver. It also didn't help that no one was even willing to talk about this secret department, not even McGonagall.
"Lance is an evil man. He hides it well and has friends in high places to protect him. However, he is becoming cocky." The woman said. Due to Lance getting away with things for so long, he had been less careful and was becoming bolder. This was something she was hoping that they could use against him.
Saying nothing, Harry stared. There was venom in her tone and a lot of pain. It seemed as though this person's vendetta against Lance was personal. "What is your group's name?" He asked, taking a sip of his own drink.
The woman was silent for a moment. "We do not have one for the moment. Our leader feels like if we do, it becomes official and that may put us all at risk."
"Why?" Harry challenged, wanting to know more.
The woman took a moment to answer and seemed to be carefully selecting her words. "All of us are at risk. If we get caught, we will be killed." She said ominously. However, her tone left no room for joking, she was one hundred per cent serious.
There was silence in the room as Harry took this words in. He didn't know how to respond to such a worrying statement. Harry wanted to dig for more information, but he had noticed that the woman was being vague as she spoke. She wasn't giving him the direct answers that he had been hoping for.
However, the silence was broken when the woman cleared her throat. She stared the Harry from under her hood and he could feel her gaze. "Lance… has become drunk on power and he had become unpredictable, even more so than before. I fear for the other Guardians." As she spoke, the woman seemed to wince and was trembling. She reached for the back of her neck and began rocking as if to try and sooth the pain.
Harry was about to jump up in concern, but the woman shook her head, "It's fine. It will pass." She whispered lowly in pain. For a moment, Harry looked as though he may jump up anyway. But after a few moments, the woman did relax and didn't seem to be any pain anymore.
"What I need is an inside source. If I had that then I could help more." Harry admitted with a sigh. No one could tell him anything so his only hope was that someone who was a Guardian could tell him what was happening. Apparently, he had to find this out for himself, and he did understand their reasons, but it was just so frustrating.
The woman shook her head, "That is going to be difficult. No one will be able too, we all have too much to lose." Nearly everyone in the group was fighting for something or someone and they couldn't risk putting them in danger. If this wasn't the case, they all would have come forward. However, she also knew the consequences of what would happen if someone were to expose Lance and the Guardians.
Harry's lips thinned at this. He saw that he wasn't going to get anywhere with this topic, so he moved on. "Who is Lydia?" He asked, changing the subject.
The woman seemed to relax with this question. "Lydia was the first Guardian. She was a smart girl who fought for what she believed in but she sadly met her end at fourteen years of age. She was the reason this group was formed."
It took a lot for Harry to not inhale sharply. A child had died, a fourteen-year-old child. That was the same age as Albus was now. The thought of one of his own children dying terrified him. "You want me to look into her?" Harry asked. He had already tried this route and had found absolutely nothing. There were no records of her anywhere, much like all the others. The only reason that Harry was sure that Lydia did exist was that of what Draco told him, and also the letter he had received from this person.
"No, there would be no point. There is absolutely no record of her anywhere, much like all the others you've looked into." The woman said with a sigh.
Harry frowned. "Then what do you want? Why are you here?" He asked, narrowing his gaze at the woman. She seemed to talk around the subject, and only rarely spoke directly. It was as though she was being vague on purpose.
"I am here to ask for assistance. We have noticed that you have been investigating Lance too and we would like to aid you. We have tried for years but have nothing to show, whereas you have found as just as much as us within months of searching." The woman said honestly.
Harry gave no outward reaction, but he had heard the desperation in the woman's voice. It was well hidden but after years of being an Auror, he had picked up a few techniques. "Why me?"
"None of us are Aurors. We don't know how to investigate without getting noticed – something all of us fear on a daily basis. You have the skills and resources and we do not. Lance also heavily admires you so he wouldn't expect this from you. We have been stuck for a while on what to do next and I fear for what is to come." The woman's voice shook as she showed genuine fear.
Harry leaned forward in his seat, "What is to come?"
The woman ignored his question, "This has been going on far too long and it will only continue. It will never end. Especially since Lance has finally got what he wants." She said ominously, seeming to be talking to herself now.
Harry stared at the woman, confused.
The woman stood up, "I am sorry, but I must go. I have been away for too long." She said, walking over to the fireplace. She disappeared in its green flames and she was instantly gone from his house.
Harry didn't argue or protest. He could see that the woman was in a hurry to leave as she rushed over to the fireplace. She appeared to be panicking, over what Harry didn't know. However, it made him feel suspicious of the whole thing. With the way the woman had spoken, it didn't seem as though the woman's leader knew she was here.
HARRY POTTER
Amy stepped out of the fireplace and only then did she relax. She had arrived back where she had been previously; St Mungo's Hospital. She had snuck off to use one of the fireplaces that were connected to the Floo Network. Dashing out of the room, she found a nearby bathroom and discarded the cloak that was covering her frame. Amy used her magic to get rid of the cloak and left the bathroom, going to find her charge. Walking into the waiting room, Amy spotted Victoire and Teddy. They were at the Hospital for a scan of the baby, something that they were both excited about. Without saying anything, Amy walked over and sat down beside Logan, who had been watching the two of them while she was gone.
"Did everything go okay?" Logan asked, not looking at Amy. His eyes were scanning the area, making sure that they were safe and so were their charges.
Amy pursed her lips together. "I think it went well." She wasn't too sure because Harry wasn't an easy person to read. Unlike a lot of people, Harry could mask his emotions and he didn't wear them on his sleeve.
Logan frowned, "You're unsure? Do you even realise how risky this move was?" Logan hissed lowly in frustration.
"Don't you think I know that?!" Amy snapped back, keeping her voice low. She looked around quickly, scanning the area. They were the farthest away from all the other patients waiting for scans of their babies. This was the Neonatal section of the Hospital so there was a lot of woman with their partners present.
Logan sighed deeply, this time turning to look at her, "Look, I'm sorry. I am just on edge at the moment."
Amy smiled sadly, "I know you are. But we needed to try and reach out to him. She is being far too stubborn." Amy rolled her eyes, thinking about their leader. She had refused to ask Harry for help because she believed that they could take down Lance without him. However, Amy wasn't stupid, she knew that they had made no progress into taking Lance down in ages and Amy was running out of time.
Logan said nothing but nodded his head in agreement.
"How are Victoire and Teddy? I bet they're so excited." Amy said, moving the conversation on to a less depressing matter.
Logan smiled slightly. "They're fine. But I am more concerned about our own little one." He said, reaching out to stroke Amy's stomach. There was a little bump there that was hardly noticeable. Amy was wearing baggy clothing so at the moment it didn't look like she was pregnant at all, but they both knew she was.
Amy smiled widely, placing a hand on top of his. "Speaking about little ones… how is Katrina?" She asked delicately. She knew that this was a sensitive subject for Logan. When he had found out that he had to reproduce with Katrina, he had been livid and disgusted in Lance. When Lance had broached the subject to him, he had been hoping that Amy would have been chosen but they were too valuable to Lance at the moment. He, Amy and Freya were the longest lasting Guardians and Lance didn't want anyone inexperienced looking after Victoire, not when she was pregnant.
Logan visibly tensed. "She… she's pregnant." He whispered lowly, regret shining in his eyes.
Closing her eyes, Amy tightened her grip on Logan's hand. She wasn't angry that her boyfriend had got another girl pregnant because she understood the circumstances. She knew that they hadn't touched one another and he had been handing Katrina a cup of his sperm each time. But she hated how much this was affecting Logan.
"I love you, you know that right?" Amy whispered lovingly.
Logan looked at her and smiled widely. "Then I am a very lucky man." He said, kissing her cheek softly as he pulled her into a hug.
Amy hugged him back tightly, a tear falling down her face. Relationships between Guardians were not allowed at all either. Lance said that love and lust would only serve to distract Guardians from their jobs and it was heavily discouraged. However, Amy and Logan had been together for a few years without being discovered. It definitely helped that their charges were married because it allowed them an opportunity to be together all time. Things were different now though because Amy was pregnant with Logan's child. It should have been a happy thing to find out, but all Amy was feeling was sadness because she knew that if anyone found out then this child then it wouldn't be allowed to live. As far as Lance was concerned, he had already picked the perfect candidates to reproduce for the Guardian Program and he wouldn't take lightly to someone going against his wishes and showing free will. She only hoped that Lance would be taken down before anyone found out about her pregnancy. She wanted a better life for her child.
HARRY POTTER
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