Chapter Thirty Six
Disclaimer: 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
Freya arrived at Katrina's cottage in a remote part of Wales. She had used the Floo Network to travel as it was the quickest way other than Apparition and it was much safer too. Freya had made herself welcome in the cottage as she had made herself a cup of coffee and had waited for Katrina to come down. She had come to the cottage often enough that she knew her way around the house with ease and knew where everything was. Once her coffee was done, Freya walked over to the couch and sat down, getting herself comfortable. Freya looked at a nearby clock on the wall and saw that it was around ten in the morning and she knew that Katrina would be getting up soon. Freya knew that Katrina was soaking up as much time to sleep in as she wouldn't be allowed to sleep in when she became a Guardian again. Katrina certainly wouldn't get any sleep after the baby was born either.
As Freya drank her coffee, the sound of retching echoed from upstairs.
Looking to the stairs, Freya waited for a few moments before the sound happened again. Freya mentally sighed and stood up. She placed her cup on the table and started heading up the stairs, listening in as the sound of retching continued. Freya walked over to the open bathroom door and saw Katrina kneeled down on the ground and her head hung over in the toilet.
Katrina retched into the toilet once more, her shoulders hunched together and her body shaking. The force of throwing up was hurting her chest and burned the back of her throat. There was a horrible after taste that lingered in her mouth and the only thing Katrina was thinking about was that she needed to brush her teeth and get rid of the after taste.
Freya walked over to Katrina and gently pulled back her hair. "Morning sickness treating you well, then?" Summoning a hair band with magic, Freya used the hair band and gently tied up Katrina's hair in a ponytail so that it would stay out of her face. Now, Katrina's hair wouldn't be covered in vomit as she was far too preoccupied to care about her hair at that moment.
Vomiting into the toilet again, Katrina groaned in response, sounding shaky and weak. She wasn't surprised that Freya was there as she was a frequent guest in her cottage. This also wasn't the first time Freya had held her hair when she was throwing up or brewed her a potion to help Katrina with her morning sickness. In the beginning, Katrina hadn't suffered any morning sickness but as it went on, it all hit her at once and she was really suffering. It was moments like this that she almost regretted getting pregnant but that regret would instantly disappear because there was no way she would regret the little joy in her stomach.
Taking a few deep breathes, Katrina moved away from the toilet bowl and sat on the floor, near the toilet in case she needed it again.
Freya stepped back and also sat on the bathroom floor with Katrina. She looked at the ground and saw that it was spotless. She knew that Katrina spent most days cleaning because she didn't have much to do in the day and she wasn't allowed outside the cottage unless Lance gave her permission.
"Please tell me your mornings have been better?" Katrina asked with a weak smile.
"Only slightly," Freya replied back with a smirk.
Katrina reached over and grabbed a nearby towel to dry the sweat off her face. After wiping her face, Katrina looked at Freya and narrowed her eyes. "You look different." She commented with narrowed eyes as she tried to think about what had changed.
Freya arched a brow, "Do I?"
"You look…happier," Katrina said as she looked at Freya. She had noticed that Freya was different as she seemed calmer. Freya appeared more relaxed as her shoulders weren't as tense and she wasn't holding her head so high. Katrina had always thought Freya to be wound too tightly with nerves but now that was different.
Slowly, Freya smiled slightly, "I am." She knew that Katrina would notice something was different, they had been friends for many years and knew everything about each other. Katrina was the only person Freya would confide in about her feelings and about what was happening because she trusted Katrina with her life.
Katrina stared at Freya for a moment, trying to remember the last time she had seen Freya smile – but she was coming up blank. Katrina's eyes lit up, "Does this have something to do with James?" She asked hopefully.
Leaning back, Freya shrugged her shoulders in a teasing manner, "It might," Freya was being purposely vague because she liked teasing Katrina. It also didn't help that Freya was feeling giddy ever since getting together with James.
"Tell me!" Katrina whined as she pouted.
Laughing slightly, Freya smirked. "James knows about the Guardians and now we're together." She admitted feeling a little bit shy. She knew that Katrina would never judge her – after all Katrina was pregnant with her charge's child.
Katrina's eyes widened as she let out a squeal. She dived from her sitting position and dived at Freya, pulling her into a hug. "That's amazing! I am so happy for you!"
Freya patted Katrina on the back, not bothered that Katrina was hugging her. Freya was more concerned about Katrina's protruding stomach. Grabbing Katrina by her shoulders, Freya pushed her back gently so Katrina was sitting back on the ground.
"Has Lance been round often?" Freya asked.
Katrina shook her head, "He doesn't come around often, the last time was two months ago." It had been an awkward visit. Lance had mainly come around to check if Katrina was comfortable and if she needed anything else. She had never seen him to attentive to anyone before and it freaked her out and made her uneasy. She had only asked for the necessities at first because she didn't want to push her luck and even then he had accommodated her without any protests.
Nodding her head, Freya felt herself relax slightly. "Do you think he knows?" She asked, looking down at Katrina's swelled stomach. She was referring to the fact that Katrina was actually further along in her pregnancy and that Frank Longbottom was actually the father and not Logan Phillips.
"No, he doesn't know," Katrina answered back with a smile as she looked down at her stomach. Placing a hand over it, she began caressing her stomach.
Freya was silent for a moment before speaking. "Katrina, you need to get out of here."
Frowning, Katrina looked at her, "What?"
"You need to get away Katrina before Lance finds out. If he finds out, you won't be safe." Freya said with a serious expression. She knew what Lance's reaction would be to when he found out and Freya was very confident that he would find out. It was very hard to hide something from Lance, especially something as big as a child.
Katrina shook her head, "He won't. This child is Neville's grandchild, he won't do anything." She said confidently. Katrina knew that this would be her trump card in protecting herself, Lance wouldn't be able to touch her due to his loyalty to the War Heroes. He would never do anything to harm anyone who is a blood relative to the War Heroes out of admiration.
For a moment, Freya was going to disagree with Katrina but she saw the hope in her eyes and Freya couldn't do it. Freya couldn't break it to Katrina and tell her the truth – even if she was completely disillusioned. Sighing, Freya stood up from the bathroom floor. "Regardless, you need to leave. Get out before it's too late for you and your child." Katrina still had a few months to go before her due date, she still had a chance to leave while she could.
"But where could I go? Lance would go after my family." Katrina answered back with a frown.
"Your father would help you. Talk to him." Freya said, turning around to leave. Freya knew that Katrina's father wouldn't leave Katrina in this situation. He had been very vocal about his dislike about his daughter's situation. Freya knew that he would step in but only if Katrina asked for help.
Katrina watched Freya go, a frown on her face. She looked down at her stomach as an uneasy feeling settled in her chest.
HARRY POTTER
A few hours later
Easter break was now officially over and all the students were back in Hogwarts, ready to start the next semester of the school term. Freya hadn't been looking forward to everyone coming back and neither had James but they couldn't do anything but accept it. James and Freya had agreed to still see each other in secret as they didn't want to give each other up but they couldn't go public either. Freya and Cordelia were sat at the Gryffindor table, eating the feast that had been prepared by the House Elves. Freya's stormy grey eyes scanned the room and noticed that all Guardians appeared fine – although Simon looked incredibly nervous and was picking at his food rather than eating it. Freya had also taken notice that James and Fred were sat incredibly close to Freya and Cordelia but making sure they weren't too close.
"I missed this food so much!" Cordelia cheered, scoffing down the food. Her parents were not great cooks but they did try. However, nothing could beat Hogwarts food.
Freya arched a brow at Cordelia eating all the food in sight. She made sure to keep an eye on her own food so Cordelia couldn't steal hers, something Cordelia was guilty of doing in the past.
James and Fred were also talking to one another, Fred was filling James in on all the stuff he had missed while James had stayed at the castle. As Fred was talking, James was stealing glances at Freya and the girl next to her. James was finding it incredibly difficult to ignore Freya. He had wanted to sit right next to her but Freya's warning rang loudly in his head. No one could know about them and he was finding it harder than normal to talk to Fred because he just wanted to blurt it out that he had met someone.
"Mate! Angelica Simmons is looking your way!" Fred whispered excitedly to his friend, a large grin on his face.
James snapped out of his thoughts and turned his head to the Slytherin table. Angelica Simmons was the girl he had been talking to before Freya. Angelica was very tall with long blonde hair, brown eyes and was very gorgeous. She was also looking straight at him, shooting him a wink before turning back to her friends and giggling to one another. Before Easter, James would have walked over to Angelica and would have asked her out. She had been one of the girls that had turned him down in third year, playing hard to get. But now, James found that he didn't care about her anymore. The thought of chasing her and bedding her didn't excite him like it used to because she was a challenge. Now, his sights were set elsewhere.
James shrugged his shoulders. "Not interested." He said, eating his own dinner with an air of indifference. He desperately wanted to look over to Freya but he resisted the urge.
Fred stopped eating and stared at his cousin, "Are you sick? You never would have passed up on Angelica Simmons." Fred asked, now seeming concerned.
"I'm just not into her anymore. I've realised she's not worth the chase." James said, looking back at Angelica and she waved at him with a flirty smile. Again, James felt no desire to go up to her. "Why don't you ask her? You're just as crazy for her?" James asked, looking over to his ginger-haired cousin.
Fred's eyes lit up, "Oh don't worry. I will mate." He said with a cheeky grin. He rubbed his hands together before turning around and giving Angelica a flirty look of his own.
Cordelia looked over and sighed, "Looks like Fred's got his eyes on Angelica now. I wonder what James will say." She said while rolling her eyes. She knew it was only a matter of time before Fred would put his moves on the gorgeous blonde.
Freya bit the inside of her cheek to stop herself from saying something she shouldn't. She knew about Angelica Simmons – Freya knew of her very well. Angelica had a thing for Quidditch players and had made it her job to try and sleep with every male on the team – having a snog with one or two female players too. Freya was also very well aware of how much James wanted to sleep with her and it made her blood boil at the thought.
One thing was certain – Freya didn't share.
However, Freya did feel very smug when she saw James look away from Angelica with an air of disinterest. Freya also couldn't help but feel smug when she saw Angelica appear affronted that James would ignore her flirting.
"She's not going to take that well." Freya pointed out, trying her hardest to hide a smirk. She gave a mental note in her head to reward James later that night.
Cordelia hummed in agreement, her attention mainly on her food and Fred.
Freya looked over and James and found him looking at her. He smirked and shot a quick wink in her direction. Freya's eyes widened and she thought to control the blush rising on her face. Actually, scratch that, he wouldn't be getting a reward. Freya quickly spared a glance in Cordelia's direction and felt a sense of relief when Cordelia wasn't even looking in Fred and James' direction.
Having enough food for the night, James stood up. "I'm going to practice a bit, I'll see you later." James looked at Fred but found that his cousin was more interested in the Slytherin girl than him and he took this as an opportunity to sneak out.
Seeing this, Freya stood up. "I'll see you later."
Cordelia nodded her head, her mouth full of food and a happy gleam in her eyes. Now Cordelia could eat to her heart's content without having to worry about Freya's look of disapproval at her eating habits. Cordelia knew that she was messy eater but she didn't care – her whole family was like this anyway.
Freya followed James and saw him disappear into the fourth floor, losing sight of him completely. Frowning, Freya continued to walk forward, looking around for James. She could feel his magical signature but couldn't see him. Just as Freya was passing a closet, the door opened suddenly and an arm reached out and grabbed Freya inside the closet at lightning speed and closing the door. Freya whipped out her wand and had it pointed at the person's neck, ready to blast them to pieces. However, she stopped when she saw that it was James who had dragged her into the closet.
James arched a brow at her, "Not going to lie, that was hot." He said with a grin. Seeing the icy fire in her eyes sent a shiver down James' spine.
Letting out a sigh, Freya relaxed and put her wand away. "Don't do that again, if I hadn't seen who you were I would have cursed you." James hadn't been the first person to grab her and get blasted and he won't be the last
"Yes, ma'am." He said cheekily.
Freya rolled her eyes. "Is there any reason why you've brought me to your shag closet?" She asked, crossing her arms over her chest.
James blinked slowly, "My what?"
"This is the closest you snog or shag the girls in. Every girl you've ever kissed or slept with has been in here with you." Freya answered back bitterly. She didn't mean for her words to be so sharp but she couldn't help the sense of jealousy she was feeling being dragged into the closet just like all the women before her. There were times that Freya would forget how much of a whore James could be but then she was easily reminded when rumours would spread of his latest catch.
James laughed slightly, "If anyone else had said that to me, I would be freaked out."
Freya smirked slightly, agreeing with him.
"But I didn't bring you here to snog, I just wanted to spend some time with you," James admitted after a moment. It had been killing him not spending time with Freya and not being by her side. He wasn't too sure he could continue to ignore her like this much longer.
Freya's stomach was doing flips in nerves and delight. Knowing that he was feeling the same longing as she did was soothing.
James sighed and ran a hand through his hair, "I just didn't expect it to be this hard. I never truly realised how close you were." Now that he could remember her, he saw how close she would sit in lessons and at the table. It was amazing how effective the charm in her pendant was. Without it, he would have spotted her ages ago and he wouldn't have been searching for people with her eye colour.
"I know," Freya muttered, "I thought it would be easier too." She knew that the longing feeling was part of the soul binding and the fact it wasn't complete yet. The bond was urging them to be close to one another and be with each other to complete the process. However, Freya was apprehensive to complete it because she didn't want to be just another notch on his bed post.
James reached out and touched her arm and Freya didn't flinch. James tugged at her arm and brought Freya close to him, wrapping his arms around her. Freya reached out and wrapped themselves around James' waist and felt herself instantly relax. James placed his head on top of hers and he sighed in relief, this is what he had been missing. They stayed there for a few moments in silence, just soaking in each other's presence. Freya closed her eyes and placed her head in James' chest, listening to his heartbeat – something she found incredibly soothing and relaxing.
"The last trial is tomorrow," James said softly.
Freya sighed into his chest, "I know. One more trial to go and it will be over," Freya couldn't wait for the Triwizard Tournament to end and then she wouldn't have to look after Albus. Things could go back to some normality.
James' arms tightened around Freya, "I have a bad feeling about the last trial." He admitted slowly with a frown.
"Everything will be fine. I will make sure Albus makes it out alive," Freya answered back automatically.
James pulled away slightly so he could look at Freya, "I have every faith that you will, but I am not talking about that."
Freya frowned as she looked up at him slightly, "And what are you referring to?"
Biting his lip, James looked down. "I feel as though something isn't going to go right. A sense of foreboding. We don't even know what the last trial is going to be about." He, Albus and Lily had been working together, trying to decipher what the last trial was going to be about. Lance had delivered a piece of paper with a riddle that none of them had been able to solve one hundred per cent. It had been causing Albus some serious anxiety not knowing – much like all the other trials.
Freya placed her hands on James' face and made him look at her, "I and Albus will be fine. I am strong enough to protect us both," She said softly, caressing his cheek with her thumb in a soothing manner.
James leaned into her touch, almost nuzzling into her hand. After a few moments, he moved his head away to look at her, "Have you figured out the clue?"
Freya moved her hand back around his waist, "I have an idea of what it could include, but nothing for definite." Freya reached into her pocket and pulled out the clue that Lance had slipped her a few months ago. It contained only three lines and she had been racking her brain for the answer. She, Cordelia, Ryan and Connor had been trying to figure it out with little success.
Carefully, James picked up the piece of paper and read it aloud. "If you thought the last three challenges were tough, just wait for this one. This last challenge will test your nerves, survival skills and your magical prowess. Everything that you've learned will be put to the test."
"I think it may be another survival test as we did in the Forbidden Forest. But it's too vague to make anything from it." Freya said with a sigh. She wished that she had a better idea of what she would walking into but that would have been too easy.
"I and Lily were thinking the same. Albus is under the impression that you'll have to fight another beast." James said, handing the piece of paper back to Freya who put it back in her pocket.
Freya bit her lip while thinking, it could have been a possibility. Anything was a possibility until she actually walked into the last challenge. It was the uncertainty that was unnerving to all the contestants – especially to Albus.
HARRY POTTER
Katrina was in her cottage, humming a tune to herself. She had picked up this habit around a month into being in the cottage by herself. Often, Katrina would find herself talking to herself so that the cottage wasn't so silent. It was sometimes boring being all by herself and she always looked forward to Freya's visits. Logan's visits had been cut down considerably and he never seemed fully interested in talking to her but she didn't mind. Katrina found it awkward anyway, she was meant to be having his child but she was lying to him. Katrina did feel guilty about lying to him but she knew she couldn't reveal the truth to anyone other than Freya. It was late into the night and usually, Katrina would still be in bed but she was feeling peckish and her bladder was protesting loudly. Katrina had dinner a few hours earlier – a lovely Sheppard's pie that she had made herself but now her baby wanted more food and Katrina was more than happy to accommodate. Katrina looked down at her growing stomach with affection as she slowly rubbed her stomach.
Walking into the living room, she jumped when she saw Lance Johnson sat on the couch. "Oh, I didn't hear you arrive," Katrina said with a pleasant smile. She hadn't expected to find Lance in the cottage at nearly two in the morning but she didn't question it.
Lance sent her a charming smile in return, his gaze immediately zoning in on Katrina's stomach. "My, haven't you gotten bigger. How far along are you now?"
Katrina looked down at her belly and rubbed it, subtly trying to cover her stomach from Lance's piercing gaze. "Four and a half months now." She answered back with a smile. She was lying about this, but Lance couldn't know that she was actually further along than planned. She was actually closer to five months but he didn't need to know that part.
Lance wordlessly nodded his head, appearing happy with the answer.
Gulping, Katrina began playing with her fingers, a nervous habit of hers. "Would you like a cup of tea?" Katrina offered with a kind expression. She was hoping that he would say yes so it wasn't so awkward and it would give her something to do.
"That sounds wonderful." Lance agreed with a pleasant smile.
Inwardly, Katrina sighed in relief. While humming to herself, Katrina walked over to the kitchen and began making herself and Lance a cup of tea. She filled the kettle with water and placed the kettle on its stand and began waiting for it to boil. She much preferred to use the muggle method as it made her look busier. It the meantime, she grabbed two mugs. She grabbed her pink fairy mug – something her father had sent her from home and the other mug was a plain black one.
As she worked, Lance looked around the cottage. "How have things been, my dear?" Lance asked casually. He noticed that the cottage looked completely different than before. It was definitely clean but it appeared more homely and feminine. There was blankets on the couches fairy lights hung around and inspirational signs and paintings on the walls.
"Very well, the baby has started to kick recently and he's been using my bladder as practice," Katrina said while laughing. During her last scan, she had found out that she was having a little boy and she couldn't be more ecstatic. She would have loved a baby girl but she didn't mind what the gender was. She had been dying to buy some baby clothes and she wanted to get Lance's permission to go baby shopping but she felt too intimidated to ask.
Lance laughed lightly too, "Well, they will do that."
Katrina hummed in agreement. "How many sugars?" She asked him, keeping her eyes focused on making her own drink. She had placed two sugars in her drink and a bit of milk. She found that she liked her teas sweeter than before – before pregnancy she only had one sugar.
"Three, and only a bit of milk," Lance answered back as he watched her get the milk from the fridge.
Katrina followed his instructions exactly. The kettle finished boiling and she poured the hot water. After stirring the hot beverage, Katrina brought the two mugs of tea over to the couch and Katrina let Lance's down on the table opposite him. Katrina sat down with her drink a few seats away from him.
Lance waved his wand and brought a spoon over from the kitchen. Using the magic, the spoon continued to stir the tea. "Now, Katrina, I want you to remind me of something," Lance said with a pleasant smile on his face.
Tilting her head, Katrina answered back, "What exactly?" She lowered the mug away from her face as she had just been about to take a sip. However, she took a sip to hide her nerves.
"Whose baby is that?" Lance asked, looking directly her bump.
Katrina swallowed the tea in her mouth harshly, feeling her heartbeat harshly in her chest. "It's Logan's baby. Why do you ask?" She had to place her mug on the table in front of her because she could feel her hands shaking and she didn't want it to be too obvious.
Lance pushed his lips together a small frown on his face. "I got the report back from the Healer. They seemed confused that the baby appears to be bigger than it should be, like you're further along in your pregnancy than planned." Lance answered back, his icy blue eyes boring into Katrina as he examined all her reactions.
"O-oh, they never mentioned anything to me. Is everything alright with the baby?" Katrina asked, feeling herself begin to sweat. She began playing with her fingers, picking at her fingernails. Her heart felt like it was going to explode in her chest with nerves.
Lance's face turned to thunder as his eyes darkened in silent fury. "Do not lie to me. Whose baby is that?" He asked, his voice dropping a few octaves.
Katrina felt herself panic – her flight or fight response was telling her to get the hell out of the house and now. The next thing she did was incredibly stupid but she did it nonetheless. Katrina bolted from her seat and headed for the front door and attempted to open it – but it was locked. Katrina's eyes widened and she tried to unlock the door but it was no use as it had been locked with magic and there was no back door to the cottage – only one entrance and one exit. Katrina looked over to the fireplace and instantly noticed that there was no Floo Powder so there was no way to use the Floo Network. Katrina also couldn't Apparate because she was pregnant and it was not advised to Apparate because it could cause the baby some damage.
Lance watched the whole thing with a blank expression. When he had arrived at the cottage, he had purposely locked the door with his magic. He had also thrown the Floo powder away and also put a spell around the house to Katrina couldn't Apparate out of the house. Seeing that Katrina was trapped and couldn't get out, Lance stood up and walked over to the girl.
Katrina froze when she felt his presence appear behind her. She shakily turned her head and saw that Lance had his wand in hand. The coldness in his eyes made Katrina's stomach do flips and she had a sinking feeling in her chest. "P-please, don't kill me," Katrina whispered desperately.
For a moment, Lance said nothing. "Tell me who the father is." He demanded with narrowed eyes. He needed to know if there was someone else he needed to punish – like it could have been another Guardian other than Logan who was the father. If it was, then they would be punished just as harshly.
"F-Frank Longbottom." Katrina whimpered in fear. She saw no point in lying anymore especially when Lance already knew that Logan wasn't the father. She was also hoping that now Lance knew who the father was, he would back off and not harm her or her child.
Lance's icy blue eyes burned with anger. "You whore!" He yelled as he raised his left hand and backhanded her across her face.
Katrina let out a cry as she fell to the ground, her arms instinctively wrapped themselves around her stomach to protect her child. Now on the floor, she placed her left hand over her cheek as tears streamed down her face.
"How dare you have relations with your charge?!" Lance yelled at Katrina in a rage. He took a step closer to her, cornering her further.
"I'm sorry!" Katrina cried out, the tears streaming down her face faster.
"Oh, you will be," Lance said, raising his wand at her with the intention to kill her.
Katrina's eyes widened in horror, "B-but you can't! It's Neville's grandchild!" Katrina tried to protest. She always thought that this would be her trump card even if she was caught out. Katrina had thought Lance would never kill one of the War Hero's family members even if Neville didn't know about it. But she was proven wrong – Freya had been right.
Lance smirked viciously, "What he doesn't know won't hurt him." The tip of his wand glowed a menacing green colour.
Katrina stared at it in fear. She had seen many Guardians in the same position that she was in now and Katrina never thought she would be in this position ever. In all her years, she had never been the subject of Lance's wrath and it was scary.
Lance raised his wand and was about to kill Katrina when she held out her hands, "I know things! People in the Guardians aren't as loyal to you anymore!" Katrina cried out in a desperate attempt to save herself.
This appeared to work as Lance stopped where he was. "What?" He hissed lowly, his eye twitching in anger.
Katrina gulped and nodded her head, "Y-yes. There is another Guardian who is having a relationship with their charge." At that moment, Katrina's mind strayed to Freya and how Freya had told her about her relationship with James. If it had been another story, Katrina probably wouldn't have said anything, but if it meant she could save herself then she would throw Freya to the fire.
"Who is it?" Lance demanded, lowering his wand.
"Will you spare me if I pass on information?" Katrina asked timidly and hopefully. This was her only bargaining tool by giving information about what was happening inside the Guardians.
Lance lowered his wand completely, putting it back up his sleeve, "Yes, now who is it?" He answered back.
Katrina's lips quivered. "It's Freya."
Lance frowned deeply as his stance froze where he was, his icy blue eyes widened in shock. It appeared for a moment as though he stopped breathing. "…What?" He asked lowly.
Katrina nodded her head, gaining more confidence to the point where she stood up. She had never seen Lance so stumped and it was making her relaxed in the fact she had the knowledge that he needed. "Yes, she's in love with James and they've been sneaking around with one another since the Easter Break."
Wordlessly, Lance let out a deep sigh as he closed his eyes. It appeared as though this information had wounded him physically. "Thank you, my child," Lance said, nodding his head in thanks.
Katrina sighed in relief, she was now safe from his anger.
Lance pulled out his wand from his sleeve and pointed his wand at Katrina and shouted out, "Avada Kedavra!" A green jet of light shot out from the wand, hitting Katrina directly in the chest.
Katrina crumpled to the ground, lifeless. Her arm fell to the ground, limply and Lance stared at the body with an emotionless stare.
"Such a waste," Lance said in disgust before stepping over Katrina's body and unlocking the door with the key. The door hit Katrina's body on the way out but Lance paid this no mind. Now, he had to sort out another traitor.
HARRY POTTER
A few moments later
Freya lay in her bed in the girl's dormitory, sound asleep. She had snuck into the dormitory and had been thankful that everyone was asleep. She had been spending time with James in the ROR and didn't want to leave but they couldn't risk being walked in by James' family. Freya had managed to slip into her room but had forgotten to cast her protective charms around her bed due to being so tired that she could barely keep her eyes open. Within minutes of changing and her head hitting her pillow, Freya had fallen asleep in record time. Sapphie laid on the end of Freya's bed, happily asleep. She was purring slightly and that was the only noise in the room other than the other girl's snoring. Cordelia was a particularly bad snorer and sounded like an elephant.
Sapphie was about to fall to sleep herself when she heard something. Her large ears twitched at the sound of paper rustling came closer. Sapphie opened her eyes and saw a magical note was making its way over to Freya.
Narrowing her eyes, Sapphie let out a small whine and got up, stretching for good measure. Sapphie watched the magical note for a few more moments, tracking its movements. As it got even closer, Sapphie picked up a familiar scent from the note and the whine in the back of her throat became higher pitched and threatening.
Sapphie jumped up and grabbed the note in her mouth. She landed on the ground gracefully and spat out the note. Sapphie hissed at the note when the recognisable scent of Lance Johnson was very present. Taking some of the note in her mouth again, Sapphie began ripping the piece of paper, tearing it to shreds. Looking up, Sapphie saw her handiwork and seemed satisfied. Using her fluffy tail, Sapphie swiped the piece of shredded paper under the bed without a care in the world.
Satisfied, Sapphie jumped back onto the bed and settled down once more.
HARRY POTTER
The next chapter is going to start the last challenge of the Triwizard Tournament. I have already planned it, but if anyone has any suggestions for what they would like to see, I would be happy to hear!