Chapter Thirty Four

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

The next day

James' inner body clock was telling him it was morning when he began to stir from his slumber. He mentally groaned because he didn't want to get up but he knew that he needed to. James didn't like staying in bed all day, he much preferred to be active but this morning was different. He didn't know why, but James felt like he didn't want to get up. He was warm and content. But his arm was numb and that's another thing that woke him up. Before moving, James snuggled into his pillow and instantly noticed that his pillow smelt different – it smelt great – but it didn't smell of him. That's when he heard a sigh – one that didn't come from him. His eyes shot open and his hazel eyes scanned the area. James immediately recognised that he was still in the Room and Requirements as he and Freya never left the night before. Turning his head slightly, James looked down and saw something that warmed his heart.

Freya was laying on top of him, mainly leaning on his dead arm. She was snuggled up on his chest and a blanket was covering them both that James had pulled over on them the night before. Freya was still asleep, resting her right cheek on his chest and her hands clenching his shirt loosely. Her face was relaxed and she appeared content. She wasn't smiling but she wasn't tense like she always was.

James couldn't help himself when he placed his free hand on Freya's head. He played with her hair for a few moments, enjoying the soft texture of her hair. As he ran his hands through her hair, Freya sighed in content and snuggled into James' chest more. James nearly laughed at how much she reminded him of a cat – or a sleeping lioness to be exact. The sight made James smile, it was nice seeing her so calm after the previous night when Freya came back heavily injured. Remembering the night before made James frown. The condition that Freya had arrived back in Hogwarts had been horrendous and it had probably shaved ten years off his life.

As carefully as he could, James manoeuvred himself to get free. He had wanted to stay there for a while longer, but the numb feeling in his arm was becoming unbearable and he was starting to feel hungry. James gently shuffled from under Freya until she was on the couch and he was on the floor. He was checking on Freya constantly, making sure that she didn't wake up from his movements but she stayed asleep the entire time. Once he was free, James sighed in relief and relaxed. Immediately, the pins and needles in his arm hit him like a truck and it made him wince. After a few moments of clenching and unclenching his hand, his arm was slowly going back to normal.

Turning his head, James watched Freya for a few more seconds before standing up. He walked over to the window and sat in front of it. He began meditating, continuing on with the lessons that Freya had instructed him to do as he was fully committed to it. He was envisioning walls in his mind, walls made up of bricks. In the ten minutes, he had raised a wall in his mind and now he needed to strengthen that wall. James was going to make himself stronger, in mind and skill. When Freya had left the day before, James had made his way into the library and had looked up spells – more advanced ones. Freya's confession of being able to take down a fully trained Auror had struck a chord in him. James realised how weak he was really was. Freya had been trained to fight for years and he was the one being protected. James didn't like that. He didn't like the thought of being protected and he hated the fact that Freya had to endure so much because of him. He was going to get stronger so he could fight alongside Freya and maybe protect her too.

James exhaled slowly and opened his eyes. His ten minutes was over and he already felt a lot better than before. Just taking those ten minutes in the morning was already helping and it had only been two days since he started.

Just then, his stomach began to grumble, making its protest about wanting food known.

"Ceely?" James said, his voice hesitant and low.

Seconds later, Ceely appeared in the room. Her wide blue eyes staring at him, "Do you need something, Master?" She asked, her high and squeaky voice making James wince.

James immediately placed a finger over his lips, indicating that the House Elf needed to keep her voice down. "She's sleeping," James whispered softly, pointing in the direction of Freya.

Ceely's massive eyes darted over to the sleeping Guardian. "I apologise, Master." She said, immediately dropping to her knees to beg for forgiveness.

Shaking his head, James answered. "No, it's fine. But, could you bring us some breakfast?" He whispered lowly. His eyes darted over to Freya, making sure that he didn't wake her.

Nodding her head, Ceely smiled widely. "I will, Master." With the snap of her fingers, Ceely was gone from the Room of Requirements.

Once she was gone, James relaxed. He felt a little uncomfortable around House Elves because of how eager they were to please. He also didn't feel comfortable when they called him Master either. His Aunt Hermione had drilled into him for years that House Elves were equal and that's why none of their family used House Elves so he found it difficult when he met House Elves that didn't see themselves as equals.

It didn't take long before Ceely appeared back in the room. She was using her magic to levitate the two plates and two mugs and she softly placed them down on the table. Ceely placed a cup of coffee the closet to Freya and her food near it. Ceely did the same for his food when he sat down on the opposite couch.

"A little tip Master, Mistress always needs her coffee in the morning." Ceely offered with a smile before disappearing again.

James blinked slowly before smiling slightly.

Freya grumbled in her sleep, her nose twitching at the smell of coffee which was invading her senses. She seemed to not want to wake up.

James grinned before standing up. He walked up behind the couch Freya was on and leaned down so he was inches away from her ear. "Wakey, wakey my wife."

"Shut…up," Freya grumbled sleepily.

"Come on, wifey. There is coffee." James said a sing-song voice.

Sighing deeply, Freya pushed herself off the couch and put herself into a sitting position. She glared at James as he sat down on the couch opposite her.

"I hate you." She said bluntly.

James smirked smugly, "Say that after you drink your coffee." He said, taking a sip from his own mug. He preferred tea in the morning over coffee. If he had coffee in the morning then he would get really hyperactive and then crash two hours later. His mother always made sure to hide the coffee in their house because of this.

Freya rolled her eyes and picked up her mug, cradling it in her hands. She slowly began drinking, not minding the burn in the slightest.

Both James and Freya sat in silence as they ate their food. James would be sending glances at Freya and she would choose to ignore them. Even though Freya wouldn't admit it, she was thankful for the meal because she hadn't eaten the night before. Her father never let her eat before they duelled because of how intense it got and he believed that a full stomached slowed people down in duels. Freya was starving and nearly inhaled her food but she refrained herself because she didn't want James to think of her as greedy.

Twenty minutes later, Ceely came back and collected the empty plates to be washed. She then disappeared again from the room, giggling under her breathe.

James and Freya continued to sit in silence. As they were, James kept stealing glances at Freya, a curious expression on his face. It appeared as though he was debating with himself and every now and again, his mouth would open and close. Taking in a deep breath, James spoke up. "Freya, how much do you know about Lance?" James rushed out all at once.

Freya looked up at him, frowned and leaned back in her seat. "I know a lot, more than anyone else would ever know." Her knowledge of Lance Johnson was extensive and she knew more than anyone else in the Guardians. Lance tended to rant and talk a lot when he had a few drinks and he would come over to the Williams Manor a lot. However, Freya wasn't a fool in thinking that she knew everything. She was quite certain that Lance hadn't told her absolutely everything about himself, just the things he wanted her to know.

James nodded his head slowly. "What can you tell me then? Anything could help." James didn't know much about Lance. All he knew was the things his dad had told him and what he had seen when he saw Lance at gatherings. It made him curious to know how insane Lance Johnson truly was.

Freya thinned her lips before answering. "Lance was born a single child in a small family. His father was the only one present in his life and his mother was absent. He is a Muggleborn but this is something that he hides from everyone. None of the other Guardians or their families knows this. As far as they are all concerned, he is a Pureblood like most of us." Lance was all about image and he was living in a world of Purebloods that all looked up to him and respected him. He didn't want to risk anyone finding out because he didn't want anyone thinking they were better than him because he wasn't a Pureblood. Lance had accidentally revealed this to Freya when he got drunk and she had been in his office, she wasn't even sure he remembered telling her.

James' eyes lit up at this information. Now, they had a secret about Lance that no one knew.

Thinking back for a moment, Freya continued. "He never performed well in school. His grades were always at the bottom, barely scraping the bottom actually. He was in Ravenclaw and he was teased relentlessly for this because people in Ravenclaw were meant to be creative and smart and he wasn't." Freya explained, remembering all the times Lance would rant about the people that bullied him in Hogwarts. All those people were now dead and there was no evidence linking him to their deaths either. He had boasted about this several times to herself and her parents. "However, his dream was to always become an Auror and when he attempted the Auror exam, he failed miserably. It was Alastor Moody who was running the course at the time. Lance would have given up but then he overheard something that Moody was discussing with someone privately. It was there he discovered one of Moody's many secrets. Lance then blackmailed Moody into tutoring him for the Auror exams and in exchange, Lance wouldn't spill Moody's secret." Freya explained with a thoughtful expression.

James frowned. "But what was the secret? From the stories I have heard about him, he would have blasted Lance to bits for blackmailing him." He had grown up listening to stories from his father, and a prominent person who appeared was Alastor Moody, so to hear this was surprising.

Freya shrugged her shoulders. "I don't know. Lance never went into the detail about the secret. But apparently, it was there that he realised he liked having that sort of power and using people's secrets against them. He liked the power that it had and he craved more of it. Because he was very low in the Ministry, no one really paid attention to him and that's how he was able to find out so many people's secrets. Through blackmail and being trained by Moody, he made his way up the ladder in the Ministry."

Pushing his lips together, James couldn't help the annoyance he was feeling. He didn't like it when people cheated to get the things they wanted. He believed that if you wanted something, then you earn it on your own merit. His father had told him how difficult the Auror exam was, and Aunt Hermione and Uncle Ron all agreed that it had been difficult. To James, it was a mockery to all the other Aurors.

Freya wet her lips before continuing. "Lance also hates the Death Eaters. His father got killed by Death Eaters and that's why he admires your father so much. Your father defeated Voldemort and he became a hero to Lance, someone Lance heavily admired."

James snorted as he couldn't help but agree. Whenever Lance approached his father at any gatherings, there was only ever admiration in Lance's eyes. At one point, his mother had joked around and said that Lance was in love with Harry. James did notice that Lance would always treat his mother with respect but there was still contempt in his eyes when Lance looked at James' mother – like he was jealous.

"Due to his hatred of Death Eaters, he wanted to do something about them. He hated them with a passion but he knew he couldn't kill them without being caught. That's why he elected to use Ex-Death Eaters' children for the Guardian Program. He doesn't see us as human, he thinks we're getting what we deserved." Freya said, revealing a secret that she had been holding onto for a long time. This had been a private conversation she and Lance had when he admitted how he felt about Death Eaters. He saw them as monsters that needed to be dealt with. That was why he hated Castiel and his family. The Death Eater that had killed Lance's father belonged to Castiel's family and he had condemned the whole family in return. When Castiel was still alive, Lance would always make his training the most difficult out of resentment.

His jaw clenched as Freya spoke. He couldn't understand the animosity. People had expected him and his brother Albus to dislike Scorpius Malfoy just because their dads didn't like each other when they were in school. It annoyed him that people judged one another just because of their families.

Freya continued with a blank expression. "To the outside world, Lance is charming, charismatic and he is very eager to please. But to us, he is the villain. He is manipulative, calculating and controlling. He will lie to get his own way and he will kill whoever gets in his way." Freya said, feeling herself get angry as she described his characters. Actually describing his character was making her see things she hadn't noticed before. It was mainly the Guardians that viewed him this way, but their parents saw Lance as their 'saviour'.

"Which is why we need to tell someone." James jumped in, staring at Freya with an intense look. If anything, hearing all this had solidified his resolve of bringing the Guardians down.

Freya nodded her head, "I agree. But we need to be careful." As she spoke, Freya placed one hand on the Guardian Mark at the back of her neck. It was a constant reminder of how much she was under Lance's control and she hated it.

James watched this and frowned as a thought popped into his head. "Freya, what if he lied about the Guardian Mark?" James asked carefully.

"What do you mean?" Freya asked, staring at James.

Taking a deep breath, he explained. "He lied about Voldemort having a child so he could kick start the Guardian Program. But what if he lied about the self-destruct spell he has in that Mark to make sure no one in the Guardians revolts."

Freya fell silent for a moment as she thought about it. "You could be right. But that would be a very big gamble because we cannot test this theory. I would be risking loads of people's lives." Freya said with a frown. James could have been right in his assumption but there was no way they could test this theory out without endangered loads of lives and it would risk Lance getting involved. If he even got a whiff of this then he would destroy all the evidence.

James watched Freya for a moment. She appeared to be in deep thought and there was a sadness in her stormy grey eyes that James didn't like. While he had been with her, James had seen the same look in her eyes multiple times and he had a feeling it would only appear when she would let her guard down. When Freya was more alert, her eyes revealed nothing but when she lowered her guard, it revealed a lot more. James knew that the topic of Lance Johnson wasn't a pleasant one and he planned to wipe that sad look out of her eyes.

"Let's go on a date," James said suddenly.

Freya's eyes widened as she snapped out of her thoughts. "What?" For a moment, she thought she had misheard and it made her heart beat wildly in her chest.

Standing up, James grinned widely. "Let's go on a date to Hogsmeade and relax. This conversation is starting to get too heavy." He said while shrugging his shoulders.

"But aren't you the one who brought up this topic?" Freya questioned while arching her brow at him.

James grinned. "Yep and now I am suggesting we go out."

Freya stared at him for a moment before nodding her head.

James' grin grew wider. "Great! Meet me back here in thirty minutes and we'll leave." He said, dashing out of the room. He needed to get ready for his date and he wanted to look presentable. He hadn't showered yet and he desperately needed one.

Freya blinked slowly as she watched James run out of the room in a hurry. After a few seconds of sitting there, she stood up and began heading towards the common room herself. She too needed to get ready for her 'date'.

HARRY POTTER

Thirty minutes later, Freya was back outside the Room of Requirements, waiting for James to make an appearance. She had showered and used her magic go dry her hair. Since it was a 'date' she had let her hair down from its usual ponytail and now it hung low down her back in waves. She had dressed in light blue jeans with light brown ankle boots. She wore an off the shoulder white blouse and a black jacket she has brought in case she got cold. This was one of the outfits that Cordelia had forced her to buy and now Freya was silently thankful for being pressured into buying it.

Another minute had passed before James came over running. Freya could smell his cologne before she actually saw him. His hair was a mess as always, but it always looked good and like he had made it messy on purpose. James was wearing dark jeans with a white t-shirt. He was wearing trainers and had a black jacket with him.

James grinned when he saw her, "You look good."

Freya flushed slightly and cleared her throat to cover it. "So, how we getting to Hogsmeade?" Usually, one of two carriages would still be running for the few people that stayed behind in the holidays, but Hagrid wasn't there and neither was McGonagall so they couldn't ask permission to use the carriages.

James grinned, "We're taking a secret passage of course." He said, reaching over and grabbing Freya's wrist.

Letting him do this, Freya let James drag her into the Room of Requirements. Once inside, Freya immediately saw that it was different. The room was now completely plain except for the large fireplace and a huge portrait above it. Freya looked at the girl in the portrait and frowned, there was something about the girl that looked familiar.

James let go of her wrist and walked up to the portrait. "Hey, do you mind if we use the passage?" James asked the girl in the portrait. The girl giggled and nodded her head. She disappeared from the picture and the portrait swung open, revealing a secret passage behind it.

Turning back to face her, James held out his hand. "Come on." He said with an encouraging smile.

"I thought all the passages where closed off?" Freya asked as she walked forward. She took James' hand and allowed him to pull her up onto the large fireplace with ease. All secret passages had been sealed away before the Wizarding War thanks to the Marauders Map and Fred and George's information.

"Fred and I went around each one. They are all blocked off, but this one opened up one day when we were in the third year. We never used it though." James explained as they walked into the passage. He and Fred had been really tempted but they said they would wait for a special occasion.

Freya took out her wand when saw the pitch blackness of the passage. "Lumos." She whispered. The tip of her wand lit up the passage, showing all the unseen cobwebs littered around. She shivered when she saw them but chose to ignore them.

"So where does it lead to?" Freya asked, looking around cautiously.

James turned his head and reach out, taking her hand in his. "I think it takes us to the Hog's Head but I could be wrong. I remember my dad telling me about this and I have always wanted to try it." James said looking forward.

Freya nodded her head and tried to ignore her beating heart. It was only after James took her hand that she realised that she didn't flinch. Usually, she didn't like people touching her or being too close to her, but she didn't mind it when James was the other person.

After walking for a few more minutes, James and Freya noticed some light shining in the shape of a portrait. They both stopped when they were close and James reached out. He pushed open the frame and peaked out to see if the coast was clear for them to jump out. Once he was sure, he opened it wider and jumped out with Freya following closely behind. Freya looked around and saw that it had led them to the Hog's Head and it was completely deserted.

James looked behind him and saw the girl in the picture was there. "Thank you," James said with a grin.

The girl in the portrait giggled again and nodded her head.

"Let's go!" James exclaimed as he grabbed Freya's hand once more and dragged her out of the Hog's Head.

Freya rolled her eyes. "Nox," Freya said as the light on the end of her wand disappeared. She then put away her wand as she let James drag her away.

It was only once they were outside that Freya began to panic. There was actually quite a few people in Hogsmeade – not as much as there usually was – but there were still a few people around. That's when she realised a flaw in their 'date', what if someone from the Guardian Program saw them?

"James, this might not be a good idea," Freya whispered lowly.

James looked at her, "It'll be fine. No one will be here." He reassured her as he squeezed her hand.

Freya pursed her lips together. Her eyes quickly scanned the area, she couldn't see any familiar faces around but this didn't bring her any relief. Using her magic, she tried to see if there were any familiar magical signatures but came up with nothing again. Internally sighing, Freya allowed herself to get dragged off.

"Where are we going?" Freya asked as she looked around.

James turned his head, "We're going to The Three Broomsticks to have some Butterbeer. I haven't had some in ages." He said with a grin.

"I don't think I have ever had any," Freya said as an offhand comment.

James stopped immediately in his tracks. "How can you not have had Butterbeer?" James nearly shouted in shock. He had never met anyone who had never tried Butterbeer before, it was one of his favourite drinks.

Freya sent James a look, "I have always had to watch you. I couldn't ever just sit down and have a Butterbeer."

"So, have you spent any time in Hogsmeade that wasn't spent just watching me?" James asked, feeling very guilty.

Freya shook her head. Even when she and Cordelia were buying clothes, Freya had to watch James while Cordelia actually picked out the clothing.

"Well, we are fixing that today! I am giving you the grand tour of the Hogsmeade." James announced with a large grin on his face. "Well obviously the first place we're going is the Three Broomsticks and then we can head over to Honeydukes." James began talking about all the places to visit in Hogsmeade and which ones were the best to visit and then places that weren't so good.

Rolling her eyes, a small smile was on Freya's face as she watched James ramble on. There was something about the way James was getting so excited about Hogsmeade just made her relax slightly.

'Maybe today might be good.' Freya thought to herself.

A few hours had passed since then. James had taken Freya all around Hogsmeade to all his favourite places. They'd had Butterbeer and Freya was surprised of how good it was, something James was very smug about that he had shown her Butterbeer. They had gone to Zonko's Joke Shop and Honeydukes and Freya had really enjoyed herself. James had bought her some sweets from Honeydukes – all coffee flavoured which she adored. During the day, Freya had hardly thought about anyone seeing her and James together because of how much fun she was having and it didn't even cross her mind once during the day to be on guard. She truly felt like a normal girl.

James was taking her to one last place before they were heading back to Hogwarts and it was Weasleys' Wizard Wheezes. Over the years, George's prank shop had grown in popularity and he decided to open one up in Hogsmeade as well so students can prank as many people as possible in Hogwarts. George's shop and Zonko's shop have always had a friendly competition with one another of who could sell items the fastest but it was all in good fun.

Walking into the shop, Freya could see so much pranking equipment. She could see some Love potions, dung bombs and many others. Freya was impressed with how much stuff there actually was to sell. There were a few people in the shop, but not many and Freya paid them no mind.

"Uncle George!" James exclaimed when he saw one of his favourite uncles.

George turned around when he heard his name being called. "Ah! If it isn't my favourite nephew." George said with a cheeky smile.

James grinned. George was one of his favourite uncles because he always encouraged James to prank as many people as possible. He used to listen to George's stories about his experience in Hogwarts and James always wanted to follow in his footsteps. To say his parents weren't pleased was an understatement but they didn't completely discourage him.

George's brown eyes fell on Freya, "And who do we have here? Are you on a date?" George exclaimed loudly, a Cheshire cat smile on his face.

James and Freya's face flushed slightly.

George laughed before waving it off, "Never mind. Just have a look around and if anything catches your eye, I might give you a discount." George said before walking off to help with another customer.

Clearing his throat, James looked to her, "I am sorry about him." He said, his cheeks still flushed red. He hadn't let any of his family members meet any of the girls he was with for this reason alone. He was also really protective of his family and didn't want to expose them to any toxic people. James always said that he wouldn't introduce a girl to his family unless he knew they were the one he wanted to be with.

Freya slightly smiled, "It is okay." She could actually see why James liked his Uncle George so much. He had an air around him that drew people in and made people like him.

James nodded his head, "Come on, let's go pick up some things and then we can leave." James said, grabbing onto Freya's hand and walking around the store.

Looking down at their joined hands, Freya smiled slightly and listened to James as he rambled on about all the pranking equipment.

Nearly an hour had passed and they were still in the store. James had given her the tour around the shop and had practically explained all the uses of every pranking tool in the store. Freya actually found it impressive of how much information James had been able to retain. James had been stuck about what items he needed more off and Freya had reminded him what he had used lately. James had more of liking to the dung bombs because of how destructive and smelly they were. It had a bigger impact and he always loved the reactions he got for using one. James picked up a bag of dung bombs and headed over to the counter.

"Good choice with the dung bombs." George complimented when James reached him at the till.

"They've never failed me yet." James grinned back.

George laughed and stopped when he spotted Freya. "And who is this little lady? Are you two on a date?" George asked with a mischievous smile.

James looked confused for a moment before laughing nervously as he got out his wallet to pay for his goods. He had nearly forgotten about Freya's pendant and how it erased people's memories. But he went along with it and just laughed it off, not thinking much of it.

However, Freya wasn't taking it so well. Instantly, Freya frowned and it felt like someone had thrown a bucket of cold water over her because she felt frozen to the spot. It was at that moment that Freya remembered that she was James' Guardian and she had gone out on a date with him. She had been so careless about everything, she hadn't even been paying attention to if anyone was watching them or not. How careless could she be? A bubble of nerves fluttered in her chest and she suddenly felt sick. It felt like the room was closing in on her and she needed to get out now.

Without another word, she tore her hand out of James' and Freya fled from the joke shop.

"Freya!" James called out in shock. Not even a second later, James was running after Freya.

George stood there with a confused expression, blinking slowly. "Was it something I said?" He asked himself.

HARRY POTTER

Freya was running back into the Gryffindor Common room with the intention of going up to the girl's dormitory. Her fists were clenched and her face flushed red. She was embarrassed and angry. She couldn't believe how stupid and naive she had been. Freya actually thought for a moment that she could be normal even for a day. Freya wasn't normal and there was no way that she could lead a normal life. Having George forget her existence and have to be re-introduced to him had snapped her out of her happy daze and she knew that she needed to get away before she said anything.

"Freya! Wait!" James exclaimed from behind her. He ran after her the moment she stormed off.

"Leave me alone, James!" Freya yelled back, not facing him. Once she was at the Fat Lady's portrait, she shouted the password and it swung open. Freya completely ignored the Fat Lady's comments about her being rude, she just needed to get to her room before she broke down. Freya was about halfway up the stairs to the girl's dormitory when a hand shot out and grabbed her wrist.

James had finally caught up to her and grabbed her wrist with a tight grip. He knew that if he didn't catch Freya before she disappeared into the girl's dormitory then he didn't know when he was going to see her next. There was a spell at the entrance at the dorms that prevented the opposite sex from entering the dorms.

Freya was trying to fight against James for her wrist back, but he wasn't letting go anytime soon. She grits her teeth and she nearly reached for a wand to make him stop.

"Just talk to me Freya." James pleaded.

"We have nothing to discuss." Freya spat out harshly. She was trying her hardest to hold back the flood of emotions she was feeling but she was finding it extremely difficult.

"Yes, we do!" James exclaimed back, finding himself come to the end of his tether. He couldn't understand what had set Freya off and had made her run away. It was frustrating how willing she was to run away about her feelings when he thought that they were making progress.

Freya fell silent, her gaze dropping to the floor and bowing her head.

James breathed in slowly, trying to regain the breath he had lost. Freya had run back the whole way through the secret passageway and he had been following close behind. If it wasn't for his Quidditch training then he wouldn't have been able to keep up with her.

"What happened back there? Why did you suddenly run away like that? Was it something Uncle George said?" James asked, trying to figure out the reason.

Freya said nothing.

James sighed deeply, "Answer me Freya."

When James didn't receive a reply again, he slowly let go of her wrist and held onto her shoulders instead. Carefully, James turned Freya around and she let him. Freya realised that she could have bolted the moment James let go of her wrist but she found that she was drained of energy.

"Tell me so I can help." James pleaded once more.

"George forgot me," Freya whispered slowly.

Frowning, James sent her a confused expression, "Huh?"

This time, Freya looked him in the eyes. "He forgot me. You took me out today to forget about Lance, but I realised that it's never going to happen. I am not normal." Freya said, her fists clenched in frustration. Mentally, she was berating herself for even thinking she was normal even for a moment.

James stared at her for a moment, not really knowing how to respond to something like that. "Freya, you are normal." He said lowly.

This seemed to snap something inside her, "You're wrong! I am not normal! You don't know the things that I have had to do!" Freya yelled out, her body shaking in anger. She bit her lip before she could say any more.

James stared at her, "Freya…"

Freya looked him in the eyes, "James. I have killed people. I have killed people to protect my secrets and I have tortured people to get what I want. I have hurt and killed people to protect you. I am not normal." She whispered lowly, the guilt and sadness she had been repressing for years only now coming to the surface. Freya had lost count of the number of people she had killed. However, she will always remember her first kill, when her father forced her to use the Killing Curse on Topaz.

James' grip on Freya's shoulders slackened in shock.

"I have been trained to kill from a young age. I have been instructed to kill anyone who becomes a threat to you. I am a murderer. I can never be normal." Freya said, looking away from James. Having enough, Freya turned around to walk back into the girl's dormitory. She didn't want to stay behind to see James' reaction, she didn't want to see the disgust or horror in his eyes.

However, she didn't get far.

James' hand shot out and grabbed her again, stopping Freya in her tracks.

"Let go, James," Freya said harshly.

"No," James said as he shook his head. "I am not letting you walk away from me."

Freya grit her teeth in frustration as she whirled around to face him. "Why can't you just leave me alone?" She hissed lowly as magic bubbled under the skin.

James smirked, "It's not in my nature."

Seeing him so calm was setting Freya off more and his smirk was ticking her off majorly. She wanted to wipe that smirk right off his face and make him angry. "If you don't leave me alone James, I will erase your memory." Freya threatened, her stormy grey eyes glowing in anger.

The smirk on his face immediately dropped as James' eyes darkened at the threat. "You wouldn't dare." He growled lowly under his breath.

"Watch me." Freya challenged.

James and Freya stared at one another, neither one willing to give in or concede. James began to move forward and Freya instinctively moved backwards, up the steps. They only stopped when Freya's back hit the girl's dormitory door with James standing right in front of her, trapping her as he placed his arms over her head. However, Freya knew that she could easily escape if she needed to, but she didn't want to just yet.

"You will not erase my memories of you," James said sternly.

Freya scowled, "Why does it even matter if I do? You're better off not knowing-" However, she was cut off when James jumped in.

"Don't you dare finish that sentence," James hissed lowly, anger flashing in his hazel eyes.

"Why do you even care?" Freya demanded, glaring at him.

James faltered for a moment.

"Just leave me alone!" Freya yelled at him.

Something inside James snapped at that moment. James growled lowly as he sneaked a hand behind Freya's neck before he crashed his lips against hers.

Freya's eyes instantly widened when she felt his lips touch onto hers. Her heart felt like it had stopped beating altogether. Within seconds, Freya gave into the kiss and wrapped her arms around James' neck, kissing back just as fiercely. Freya pressed her body into his and James groaned lowly in his throat and brought his other hand to rest on her waist, squeezing it. James pinned her against the door further, wanting to be as close to Freya as humanly possible and Freya was happy to let him.

It didn't long before air became an issue. James pulled away, reluctantly. Breathing slowly, James and Freya stared at one another as he rested his forehead against hers. "I do care about you Freya. I have never cared about someone this much before." James whispered softly, meaning every word.

Freya stared at him, slightly out of breath. She had this overwhelming urge to kiss him and make him breathless again. Without another thought, Freya kissed James again just as feverish before. James instantly responded and his lips became moving against hers, slightly biting her bottom lip, teasingly. Slowly, Freya pulled away and was out of breath. Her lips were swollen and her hair was a mess but she had never felt happier.

"I really care about you James, more than you'll ever know." She said softly, her gaze the softest James had ever seen before.

"Is that a challenge?" James smirked, feeling his competitive side come out.

Freya arched a brow at him as she smiled slightly, "We can make it one."

James' eyes lit up at the prospect of a challenge.

Pulling on the collar of his shirt, Freya pulled his head down and kissed James again. James happily responded, smiling into the kiss.

HARRY POTTER

And they finally kiss!

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