Chapter Thirty 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.
You guys wanted more James x Freya moments so here we go!
Enjoy!
HARRY POTTER
The next morning
Freya had woken up that morning feeling refreshed and content. For once, she actually felt like she had a full nights rest and she didn't fully understand the reason why but she didn't ponder on it too long. She sat at the Gryffindor table in the Great Hall, eating her breakfast. She was extremely happy that it was Eater Break because there meant there were hardly any people there that morning. Freya was wearing a simple white thin jumper and a pair of dark blue jeans and her Dragonhide boots. Cordelia had forced her to go clothes shopping not too long ago and had made Freya buy a lot of jeans because of how comfy they were. Freya knew that when she went home, she would need to hide the jeans from her mother and father because they wouldn't be pleased with her attire in the slightest. However, having a little secret like this made Freya grin because it was something her parents couldn't control. Looking around, Freya noticed that there were only three other people eating in the Great Hall and none of them were a Guardian. The only charge present at the moment was Dominique and she was sitting alone. This allowed Freya to truly enjoy her breakfast in peace. As she was eating, she was wondering how James was taking the bombshell that had been dropped on him the night before. For once, Freya was waiting for James to come to her because she didn't want to overwhelm him. As she took a sip of her coffee, someone walked over to her.
"Good morning, my wife." James greeted in a sing-song voice.
Freya nearly choked on her coffee but managed to stop herself. She placed her mug down on the table and glared at James. "What did you just call me?" She demanded, her heart beating in her chest at the name he called her.
James grinned. "What? You're my wife aren't you?" He asked in an innocent manner. He was referring to the Soul Binding that they started the night before. Technically, they were married but they hadn't completed the binding yet.
Freya glared at him, "Keep your voice down." She didn't want to risk anyone overhearing them, especially not Dominique. If she was here that meant Castiel wasn't too far behind.
"So snappy, wifey." James chuckled and sat down right beside Freya.
Freya's stomach clenched when he sat down right beside her, their thighs touching. She wasn't used to people getting in her personal space and being so casual about it. Usually, people stayed out of her way and gave her space and now she didn't know how to feel. "Do you have to sit so close to me?" Freya asked with a frown.
James shrugged his shoulders. "I don't know. I just feel this longing to be near you and I don't understand why." He said nonchalantly. Now that he had a night to process the whole situation, he didn't feel so embarrassed anymore. He actually felt the situation was kind of funny now.
Freya nearly flushed at the statement but she quickly calmed herself down. She had been feeling the exact same – a sense of longing to be near James. It had been especially bad when she had woke up that morning but she had quickly squashed those feelings into a little box. Freya had a very strong feeling that this was down to them starting the Binding of Souls, it was compelling them to be near each other and complete the process. Just as Freya was about to respond to his comment, her eyes widened when she felt a familiar magical signature get closer to the Great Hall. She quickly grabbed her wand and cast the Invisibility Spell over herself. Within seconds, Freya's body disappeared.
Moments after Freya finished the spell, Castiel walked into the Great Hall, heading over to the Slytherin table.
James turned to his side and his eyes widened. He looked around the room, trying to find Freya because she had disappeared. He could still sense her but he couldn't physically see her anymore. Just as he was about to call out her name, a hand covered his mouth.
"Don't say anything. It's me." Freya whispered softly so not to get caught.
James relaxed when he heard her voice and nodded his head. When Freya was certain James wouldn't shout, she slowly removed her hand.
"Why are you invisible?" He whispered, covering his mouth discreetly. James didn't want anyone to see him talking to thin air because he knew they would get suspicious. He also knew that Freya was hiding from someone in the Great Hall but he didn't know who.
Freya wet her lips. "Did you just see the Slytherin that walked in? He's another Guardian like me." She didn't need to point Castiel out any further because he was the only male Slytherin still in Hogwarts.
Saying nothing, James nodded his head. He studied Castiel with a sharp eye and instantly recognised him. With his memory back, he had remembered seeing Castiel around the castle, mainly around Dominique. James tried to be discreet in his staring because he didn't want Castiel to notice him. He didn't know what would happen if Castiel did, but James had a feeling that it wouldn't be good.
"Meet me in the Room of Requirements. We can't talk if he's nearby." Freya whispered as she stood up from her seat. She needed to leave the room before the spell wore off and exposed her. She left as quietly as possible, making sure her shoes didn't make any sound on the stone floor as she left the Great Hall. As she got to the door, James stood up and left the Great Hall too.
Within minutes, both Freya and James made it to the Room of Requirements without any issues. Just as James was about to close the doors, Freya's invisibility spell faded away and she sighed in relief. She looked around and saw that the room looked exactly like the Gryffindor Common room again and it made Freya feel at peace.
Freya sat down on the couch and James joined her.
"So, what was that about?" James asked.
Sighing, Freya replied, "There are some Guardians that aren't nice. The environment we live in is hostile and dangerous and we have to match that or we risk losing our lives. Castiel is the type of person who will throw someone into the fire to protect himself." In their world, it was do-or-die. It meant that Freya couldn't trust many people in the Guardian Program and she had to be careful if she did. She had picked a select few people who could be trusted. But even then, Freya didn't trust them all completely. Katrina was the only exception because Freya had grown up with her.
James slowly nodded his head, a frown on his face.
Reaching into the pockets of her jeans, she pulled out a small book. All the pockets in her clothes were enchanted to be weightless and bottomless so she can store everything she needed and it wasn't noticeable that she had anything in her pockets. She handed the small book to James. "Read this and study it. It contains all the current Guardian's information. It has everything in there about them: their age, house, name and who they're protecting." Freya explained. She needed James to know who all the Guardians were so he could know who to be careful of. She had made the book the night before with the intention of giving it to James so he could be aware.
James accepted the book and began flicking through it. As he went through it, he easily recognised quite a few faces. There was a picture beside each name and he stared at the pictures intently for a while. "I know a few of these people. I have seen them around." James said, flicking through the book some more. There were some faces he didn't recognise and others he did. He recognised Rebecca and Cordelia's face the most.
Freya nodded her head. "Make sure to stay away from all of them. When any of those Guardians are around, we cannot speak in public because we can't risk being caught."
James looked up and wiggled his eyebrows. "Are you sure I'm not the other woman because I kind of feel like it."
Rolling her eyes, Freya shook her head. Only James would be able to make a joke out of the situation they were in.
Turning back to the book, James frowned. "Hang on, all of them know Legilimency. Do you?" He had noticed that Freya's information wasn't in the book and that made him curious.
Freya pursed her lips together before answering. "Yes, I do. It is a requirement when becoming a Guardian. Lance is a prolific user and constantly uses it on us too. It because of that I have become quite skilled in Occlumency."
"Teach me," James said suddenly.
Falling silent, Freya watched James for a moment. There was determination shining in his hazel eyes, showing her truly how much he wanted to learn.
"Why?" Freya demanded. She leaned back in her seat and crossed her arms over her chest. She wanted to know his reasons before answering. Occlumency wasn't an easy skill to learn – it was actually quite rare for many people to be skilled at it. It was also quite difficult to teach if the person wasn't fully willing to co-operate.
James turned to face the fire before answering. "My mind is still weak at the moment. I feel like if anyone from the Guardian Program wanted to enter my mind then they easily could and I am worried about the damage that could be done. Also, I don't want to risk anyone finding out about us."
Freya thought about it for a moment. James was right in his reasoning. If James had an Occlumency shield up then it would protect his mind and it would protect him from other Guardians. Also, if Lance and James were to ever cross paths then it would definitely be useful. "Okay, I'll do it." She answered back.
James grinned widely. "Can we start now?"
Freya nearly rolled her eyes. James could be really impatient when he wanted to do something and it was showing. "Fine. First I need you to calm down and relax. Clear your mind of everything and anything. Go into a quiet place in your mind." Freya instructed clearly. She remembered when she was teaching herself Occlumency – it had not been easy in the slightest. It took her a while to get to where she is now.
Instantly, James followed her instructions, not once protesting. He closed his eyes, sat up straight and tried his best to clear his mind. It wasn't as easy as it sounded, especially since James had a very active mind and imagination and he would find himself getting distracted by anything.
"Keep this up for a few days for around ten minutes at a time to begin with. Twice a day, clear your mind and build up your mental strength and then we can move on." Freya said. She was starting James off easy because she knew how delicate his mind was at the moment and she didn't want to push it too far. When she was learning, she had to visualise metal walls in her head and tried to strengthen them every single day – something she still did. She couldn't risk her walls being weak at any time just in case another Guardian tried to take advantage of that moment of weakness. Freya also had to learn quickly because of her situation and how many people wanted to take her down.
James nodded his head and continued this exercise for ten more minutes. He made a mental promise to himself to keep this up, already deciding that he was doing this once in the morning when he got up and again just before he went to bed.
Seeing him concentrating, Freya stood up. "I'll be leaving you now."
James' eyes shot open, "Why?"
"I need to go back home to train. It's a requirement for Guardians to constantly train and be ready to fight." Freya explained to him. However, Freya wasn't telling James that she was going to be seeing Lance that day too to give her report on him because she knew how much he disliked the man.
Frowning, James nodded his head, understanding what she said. However, it left a bitter taste in his mouth. "How well trained are you?" He asked hesitantly. He wanted to know the answer but at the same time, he was apprehensive to know.
"I am trained to take down a fully trained Auror," Freya answered bluntly.
James winced. He could only imagine all the training she had to go through and it didn't sit right with him. They were the same age, Freya shouldn't be trained to take down an Auror. It was at that moment that James truly realised the difference between the two of them.
Reaching into her pocket, Freya pulled out Lydia's yellow diary. "Read this, it will help you understand the Guardian Program more." She said, handing over the diary. She had been planning to do this since last night. In some entries of Lydia's diary, it explained everything about the Guardian Program in simple terms. This would be easier than her explaining everything to James. Freya had blanked out certain chapters in the diary – entries that were too personal for anyone else to read – but it was mostly okay to read. Freya would rather leave it in James' hands than risk leaving it alone in Hogwarts and she was never taking it anywhere near Lance or her parents.
Taking the diary, James grinned. "I never imagined you would have a yellow diary of all things."
Rolling her eyes, Freya shook her head. "It's not mine. It belonged to my sister." Before he could say anything else, Freya walked out of the Room of Requirements and was headed over the real Gryffindor common room. She would need to change before she left so her parents didn't see her in jeans. Once she was dressed appropriately, she could make her way to the nearest fireplace connected to the Floo Network.
James watched her go, an uneasy feeling bubbling in his gut.
HARRY POTTER
Freya had now arrived in Lance's mansion and was heading to his office. She was now dressed in black dress pants and a simple white blouse and black boots. She was going to give her report to Lance and leave as soon as possible. She would then head back to the Williams manor and be trained by her father. Freya's bones ached at the memory from her training session during the Christmas break and she hoped that the training wasn't going to be that bad this time around. As Freya was walking down the hallways of Lance's mansion, she spotted someone up ahead.
It was Castiel – he was leaning against the stone wall with a smug expression. Freya walked past Castiel, giving no reaction at all. On the inside, Freya was feeling very curious because usually, Castiel didn't look so smug when he was in her presence. Not since she had put Castiel in his place.
"I never thought I'd see the day," Castiel said suddenly.
Freya stopped walking and kept her back facing the younger Slytherin. "What are you talking about?" She asked with a sigh in her tone. She knew that he wouldn't be able to resist saying something – she just didn't understand exactly what yet.
Castiel smirked and pushed himself off the wall. "I'd never thought I would see the day that Freya Williams – the Ice Queen – would ever break a rule." He said in a taunting manner.
Turning around, Freya stared at Castiel with a blank expression. She was wondering what exactly Castiel was referring to because she had broken the rules a few times. She had protected Connor and Rebecca when she found out that they were shirking their responsibilities and she was hiding Noah's secret. She had a few interactions with James and she had recently told him about the Guardian Program, not to mention her feelings for her charge either. Castiel was going to have to be more specific on exactly what rule she broke.
Freya sighed deeply, "Say your piece and leave me alone." She said, giving him an annoyed expression.
"You have been talking with James Potter, your charge," Castiel said, his smirk turning wicked. Earlier that day, he had sensed Freya in the Great Hall but he didn't see her. He then followed after James when he left the Great Hall and he felt both their magical signatures together and he knew that something was up. He had seen Freya and James together at the Yule Ball and it had made him suspicious but his theories had been confirmed that something was happening between Freya and James.
Freya gave no reaction whatsoever. However, on the inside, she felt her insides freeze at being caught. Mentally, she was cursing herself. Freya had been feeling eyes on her lately but she had brushed it off because she had been preoccupied. She had been spending more time with James and not watching him this time – which was actually a nice change. But now it had come back to bite her on the arse.
"And what do you plan on doing with this information?" Freya asked plainly.
Castiel frowned, he had been expecting a different reaction. He had expected Freya to deny everything and he had expected her to look horrified or even scared. Castiel was disappointed that Freya wasn't reacting the way he wanted – she was too calm for his liking. He had been envisioning this encounter in his head for ages and it wasn't living up to his dream.
"If you do exactly as I say from now on, I won't spill your secret to Lance." Castiel negotiated smugly.
Arching a brow, Freya asked. "And what do you want?" She knew that he was after something and she had a feeling she knew what it was.
Castiel's smirk grew bigger. "I want you to relinquish control of the Guardians. You now take orders from me." He thought that he had Freya in a trap because he now had dirt on her that could destroy her. He had been waiting for this moment for a long time now – he had been waiting for the day for Freya to slip up.
Freya smirked and she held back laughing in his face. Seeing this made Castiel frown and narrow his eyes at her. Feeling suspicious, Castiel looked at Freya in the eyes and concentrated. He began pushing himself into Freya's mind, using his Legilimency skills to try and see inside Freya's mind. Castiel knew that he was a very excellent Legilimency user – there was no one's brain he couldn't get into.
Freya instantly felt Castiel's presence in her mind and it annoyed it. He was getting cocky and she didn't like it. Freya hated it whenever people tried to enter her mind without her permission – there was nothing more that annoyed her and made her want to curse someone to the ground. Castiel tried to force himself further in her mind and that's when Freya reacted. Her shields were up in an instant, keeping Castiel from going further in her mind. Castiel instantly flinched when he slammed against the shields in Freya's mind – he wasn't expecting this in the slightest because this had never happened before. Castiel tried to force himself into the shields, trying to get past it but Freya's shields were too strong and it felt like he was pushing against harsh metal. Having enough, Freya forced Castiel out of her mind with a lot of force, forcing his mind back into his own body.
Castiel stumbled back at being thrown out forcefully and he gasped slightly. He leaned against the wall for support as he looked at Freya with an accusing expression. "You know Occlumency."
Smirking, Freya said nothing.
Glaring, Castiel face flushed red in embarrassment. "I'm going to tell him! I am going to tell Lance what you've done! Then we'll see who has the last laugh!" He yelled out in anger. He pushed himself off the wall and was going to head to Lance's office and inform him of everything that he had seen.
However, he never made it far.
"Avada Kedavra." A jet of green light shot out from Freya's wand and the light hit him on the back.
Castiel fell to the ground, lifeless.
Freya stared at his dead body with a blank expression. She felt nothing, she had killed one of her fellow Guardians but she had to protect her secret. Castiel was getting too big for his boots and he needed to be brought down a peg. Freya stared at his lifeless body and she nearly chuckled. Castiel could have won if he had just kept his mouth shut. If he hadn't tried to blackmail her and had gone straight to Lance, she would have been in his position now. The irony was truly bittersweet.
Walking over the dead body, Freya walked off in the direction of Lance's office. She needed to report this death to him – just like she had done all the other deaths. Whenever a Guardian was killed, Lance wanted to know so he could find a replacement as fast as possible. Now, Freya just needed to think of something to make his death justifiable in Lance's eyes and not make him suspicious. As she walked, she passed a few Guardians and all of them nodded at her in acknowledgement. However, she ignored them and continued walking to Lance's office. Within minutes, Freya reached the large oak doors and she knocked three times. Seconds later, Freya heard Lance reply, giving her permission to enter his office. Opening the door, Freya saw Lance at his desk, scribbling away at some documents.
Lance looked up and smiled, "Ah Freya. What do you need?" He asked with a pleasant smile. He appeared to be in a good mood that day.
"Castiel is dead." Freya explained bluntly, "He engaged me in combat because he wanted more power within the Guardian Program. He lost." She was thinking about the time when she had duelled Castiel in the Chamber of Secrets after he had tortured Eric without her consent. It was believable because it was something Castiel had done before – and she had witnesses that would agree with it. Also, it wasn't too far from the truth. Sometimes, the best lies had some truth mixed in with it.
Lance frowned and nodded his head. "And where is his body?" He didn't appear fazed at all by Castiel's death in the slightest. Lance had never been a fan of Castiel's family so in his eyes, Lance hadn't lost anything important.
"Lying in the west wing hallway. Should I dispose of the body?" Freya asked robotically.
Shaking his head, Lance leaned back in his seat. "No. Leave it there. Let it be a reminder to the others of what happens when they attempt to challenge my order." He said while sneering.
Freya nodded her head, "Understood." This wasn't the first time Lance had done this with a body of a dead Guardian. Sometimes, he would leave the body there for months at a time just to frighten the younger Guardians into submission.
"And your report on James Potter?" Lance asked, quickly moving on.
Freya's expression never changed. "Nothing has changed. He is currently in Hogwarts and is safe and well. No concerns or issues." She explained simply. There was absolutely no way she was revealing what had really taken place because she would be asking for her death. She shields were up and stronger than ever because this was a secret that she definitely needed to keep close to her chest.
Lance nodded his head. "As expected. I will need to find a replacement for Dominique. You're dismissed." Lance said, flicking his wrist.
Saying nothing more, Freya bowed slightly and left the room. Now she was going to head to the Williams manor and start her training – something she wasn't looking forward to. She passed Castiel's dead body on the way and completely ignored his lifeless eyes staring at her.
HARRY POTTER
Many hours later
Freya arrived back to Hogwarts with a groan of pain. She had just finished the training with her father and that day had been far worse than anything she had ever experienced before. In today's training session, Freya had to duel her father and he didn't hold back in the slightest. Stepping out of the fireplace, she winced as the pain in her right ankle radiated up her leg and made her grit her teeth. She saw a nearby mirror above the fireplace and she took a peak. Freya groaned louder when she saw her reflection. She had a bruise forming on her face and one side was slightly swollen from the spell that had hit her. Freya was cradling her left arm – which was broken. Her clothes were a mess, they were ripped in places and were extremely dirty from dried blood. She was also limping and was pretty sure that half her ribs were either bruised or broken because it really hurt to breath at the moment. Her father had walked away with very similar injuries. Freya had managed to break Rupert's left arm and she heavily damaged at least half his ribs. She had given him a few cuts and managed to fracture his hip bone. He had looked better than her by the end of it but he had healed himself whereas she had been forbidden from doing so.
Willing herself, Freya limped through the castle. Her father had offered for her to stay back in the Williams Manor but she had refused. She didn't want to stay a moment longer in that mansion – the sooner she got away, the better. Freya kind of regretted her decision but she refused to turn back.
Freya didn't make it far before she couldn't go any further. The pain was too bad and she couldn't concentrate on anything else but the pain in her body. She wasn't even sure where exactly she was in pain but it felt like it was her whole body. Leaning against the stone wall for support, Freya slid down the wall and nearly cried out in pain from her ribs. The pain felt like it was getting worse and she knew that she couldn't handle it anymore. Her mother's words rang loudly in her ears that she wasn't allowed to heal herself but Freya didn't care anymore. Freya was about to take out her wand when she heard footsteps echoing in the distance. Gritting her teeth, Freya attempted to stand because she didn't want anyone to see her in such a state. She was worried in case it was McGonagall or James because they would actually remember this and wouldn't forget. However, Freya could not stand at all. She cried out in pain and she let herself fall back on her behind because she had absolutely no energy. Freya closed her eyes and just hoped that the person would leave her alone.
"Freya?!"
Opening her eyes, she saw James running over to her. His eyes were wide and he appeared concerned.
"What happened to you?" He asked, kneeling down next to her. His eyes were scanning her body, mentally making a list of all the injuries he could see.
Freya sarcastically grinned, "Training."
James cursed loudly. "We need to take you to the Infirmary." He said, scooping Freya up in his arms. There was no way that she was going to be able to walk. He placed one arm under the small of her back, holding her waist and then the other one was under her knees. When he picked her up, he noticed that she was lighter than he expected and it made him wonder if she was eating properly.
Immediately, Freya shook her head, "I can't go there." She didn't mind when James picked her up and she didn't protest. She didn't have the energy to protest.
James frowned and cursed loudly again. He knew that it was one of the rules of the Guardian Program, it had explained that much in the diary he read.
"I'll heal myself, James. Just take me somewhere safe," Freya said, leaning her head against his shoulder. She was much too tired and in pain to notice anything around her. Her eyes were closing with how fatigued she was – she just needed some rest.
Pursuing his lips together, James began walking to the Room of Requirements as carefully as he could. Dominique had gone home earlier that day so he knew that no one else could disturb them. James glanced down at Freya every few seconds. His heart clenched when he had seen her on the floor obviously in pain – her eyes radiated pain and it made him upset. It reminded him of his dream, it reminded him of the wounded Lioness. He had felt that something wasn't right, the uneasy feeling in his gut hadn't gone away the entire time and it had only got worse as the day wore on and now he knew why.
It didn't take long before James and Freya made it to the Room of Requirements. The door opened for them this time, already sensing that James wouldn't be able to and James silently thanked the room. Once inside, James noticed that it looked like the Gryffindor Common room and he smiled. He knew that the room wasn't changing for him but in fact Freya. She obviously felt better in the Common room but they couldn't go in there at the moment because there were a few Gryffindors that had stayed behind for Easter Break.
Carefully, James walked over to the couch and gently placed Freya down. He didn't want to cause her any more pain so he was being very mindful. Freya winced slightly at the shift of position. She was now half laying on the couch and sitting up at the same time.
"Thank you," Freya muttered lowly, still delirious from the pain.
James wordlessly nodded his head. "Let me heal you." He said.
For a moment, Freya was going to deny him. She could heal herself because she didn't want to appear vulnerable in front of him. But she could see the worry in his eyes and it made her yield, "Okay." She whispered lowly.
James got out his wand, "Where is it the worst?" He asked, his hazel eyes scanning her whole body. The blood stains were the ones that worried him the most as well as her arm.
"My ribs and my arm. I can't really breathe." Freya whispered again. She felt like there was something wrapped around her chest and she was struggling to breathe because of how tight it felt. It felt like something was poking her chest and it was very uncomfortable.
Nodding his head, James focused on the ribs first. He had noticed that Freya's lips were beginning to look a little blue and that meant she was struggling to get oxygen in her lungs. Muttering the healing spell under his breath, his wand was focused on Freya's ribs. Within minutes, Freya could feel the pressure on her chest disappear and she was able to breathe better. Freya relaxed into the chair, taking in big breathes. James then moved onto the arm and Freya cried out in pain when she felt the magic piece her bone back together but she soon stopped when the pain dulled. James then moved onto the ankle, healing the twisted appendage.
"Freya, did you ever hate me?" James asked while healing her. The major injuries that James was concerned about had been dealt with and now he was just dealing with the minor ones. Now, he felt like he could relax slightly.
Freya stared at James for a moment. She couldn't help but notice how focused he was while he was healing her and it made feel warm on the inside. "I did yes," Freya answered back honestly.
James hummed back. He wasn't surprised by the answer. He had read the diary and he understood. If James had been in the same situation as her, he could have more than likely hated his charge too. To be forced into that life and made to protect someone wasn't an ideal life for anyone.
Swallowing harshly, Freya spoke. "When I first met you, I was jealous of you. You seemed to have it all. A loving family, friends and freedom." Freya could remember her first day as an official Guardian well. James had been surrounded by his family, he was being hugged by his parents. However, Freya couldn't remember a day in her childhood where her parents hugged her or told her they loved her. The closest she had ever come was a pat on the shoulder by her father. James had everything that Freya had ever wanted.
James looked at her, "What about your family?"
Freya scoffed and rolled her eyes. "You read the diary. You really think that my family was loving?" She asked him with an arched brow.
James frowned and shook his head. "I couldn't believe that your own family could turn their own daughter in to Lance." It had never explicitly said what happened to Lydia and how she died, but James knew that Lance had a hand in her death.
Freya stayed silent, staring at James with a blank expression.
"Freya, I am so sorry that you've had to go through all of this," James said, his own eyes appearing glossy.
Freya felt a sting in her eyes. No one in her life had apologised for what she was going through. No one had ever treated her in such a tender manner and made her feel safe all in one. In the Room of Requirements, with James healing her, Freya felt safe. Freya's lip quivered as she felt the first sob rack her body and the tears fell from her eyes. James immediately stopped healing and hugged Freya. He didn't care he was bending over at an odd angle, all he cared about was making sure that Freya was okay. After reading the diary, he had got a real insight of what Freya had endured and it saddened and angered him. For once, Freya didn't flinch when she was touched and she practically melted into James' arms. She threw her own arms around him and cried into his shoulder. All the pain she had been feeling over the years had just spilt out. She had locked them deep down inside herself and a simple apology had made her come undone.
James let go of Freya when her tears eventually stopped. He kneeled down beside her and took her hand in his. "Freya, I promise you now that you will not be going through this alone. I will help you." He muttered softly, gently moving the stray hairs out of Freya's face.
Freya sniffed as she wiped away her tears with her free hand. She squeezed his hand as a thank you, just being near him was soothing.
"Freya. What Lance is going is inhumane and wrong. We need to stop him." James began, his hazel eyes determined.
"But we can't tell your father," Freya warned him, her voice hoarse from crying.
James nodded his head, "That's fine. I've got time to convince you. After all, you did add a loophole." He said with a cheeky grin, trying to lighten the mood a little.
Freya smiled slightly, she could see that he was trying to cheer her up and she appreciated it.
"Me and you, we can help bring him down. You added that loophole for a reason, I know you did. We can find hard evidence on Lance, connecting him to everything and when the time is right, we can bring that evidence to my dad. What do you say?" James asked, his voice low and gentle.
Breathing in deeply, Freya thought about it. She knew that James was right, she had been the one to put a condition in the Unbreakable Vow. If she and James compiled hard evidence against Lance then it could prove useful. After today, Freya felt bitter about the Guardian Program. That day's training session had been one of the worst and Freya feared for the future sessions to come and she feared for the future Guardians. After a few more moments, Freya made her decision.
"Okay, we'll do it." Freya agreed.
HARRY POTTER
Hope you guys enjoyed that chapter! Leave a review and tell me what you guys think.
Now, I am thinking about doing a lemon scene between James and Freya but I am unsure. Is this something you guys want to happen in the future? If so, it wouldn't happen right away and I would want to build it up first before writing it. If not, I leave the idea in the trash.
Simon DiStefan: Assholes don't always live ;) (Thanks for your review, it really sparked that idea for Castiel's death!)
Also, if anyone has any requests of Freya and James moments, send them in! These next few chapters are going to consist of James x Freya moments before the shit hits the fan – so get them in!