Chapter Forty
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.
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HARRY POTTER
James knew that something wasn't right about halfway through the last trial. He didn't know what it was, but James had suddenly felt anxious and he didn't know the reason behind it. Fred had been talking to him while also taking in bets with how well Albus would fair in the last challenge. Fred had been taking in bets ever since the first trial and he had made a fortune on the people betting that Albus wouldn't make it very far. James had bet that Albus would win the tournament because he trusted his brother and because he knew that Freya would also look after Albus.
As time went on and the more bored he became, James, found himself watching people. He had watched Isaak from Beauxbatons – who still looked terrible. Ever since Alicia had been killed, Isaak had been a wreck and had nearly attacked a few Durmstrang students, claiming they were protecting Roman and Ivan. James then began watching the students from Durmstrang and found that some of them looked nervous, as if they were waiting for something. James quickly grew bored with them and then focused his attention on Lance. Lance had been jittery the entire time – tense and rigid. It seemed that Lance was angry, his eyes were constantly narrowed at the place Freya and the other Champions and Shield had disappeared many hours ago. Lance's hand was near his wand the entire time as if he was ready to strike at a moment's notice. However, James' anxiety truly came to a head when Lance looked directly at him and glared at James with hatred in his icy blue eyes.
'He couldn't possibly know anything.' James mentally assured himself. No one knew about him and Freya, only Katrina. But Freya had been adamant that they could trust Katrina and James did. James trusted that Freya knew what she was doing. James had wanted to tell Fred about Freya but he knew he couldn't – the Unbreakable Vow prevented that. James usually told Fred everything, like who he fancied and who he would like to shag. But, James had to lie to Fred about who he fancied so Fred didn't become suspicious and question him and James hated lying to him. James had stuck to the Vow and that's why he knew that Lance couldn't know about his and Freya's secret. But that didn't stop the bubble of nerves taking root in his chest as Lance glared and sneered at him.
James' Occlumency shields were up in an instant as he didn't trust the look in Lance's eyes. Moments later, James felt a pressure in his head and it felt like something was trying to force its way into James' mind. Gritting his teeth, James focused on pushing back the force, remembering the things he had read up about Occlumency. James had been practising his Occlumency every night and every morning, never missing an opportunity to improve. At that moment, he was glad he had kept up building his mental shields because he soon felt the pressure disappear as though it had never been there.
Looking up, James saw that Lance was now speaking with McGonagall, and Lance didn't look pleased, but neither did McGonagall.
Sighing in relief, James relaxed and made a mental note to himself not to catch Lance's attention as he didn't want a repeat of that. James' mental shields were still relatively new and if Lance had pushed it further, he wouldn't have lasted long.
Another hour had passed and there were still loads of people gathered at the entrance of Hogwarts. Albus and Ivan had already appeared with the Cup in hand. Everyone, including James and Fred, had gone wild with excitement. James had been relieved to see his brother alive but when James hadn't seen Freya, he felt his anxiety come back at full force. Why wasn't she with Albus? It was another thirty minutes before Freya appeared and that's when James felt like he could fully breathe again. Just seeing Freya alive had made him feel ten times better than what he did before. James was concerned about the injuries she seemed to have on her, but she was alive and that's all that mattered to James. It was at that point that everyone went absolutely crazy when Hogwarts had been announced the winners and James was proud to say he was part of that crowd.
However, it was when Lance walked over to Freya that James started to panic. James had his eyes trained on their interaction, looking for any signs that Freya was uncomfortable. James' attention was stolen by Albus and then by Fred, asking him something that James couldn't fully remember but he quickly answered them so he could turn around and watch Freya and Lance again. James turned around just in time to see what was going on. His eyes widened in horror when he saw Lance standing behind Freya and she was wearing magic draining cuffs on her wrists. He looked Freya in the eyes, feeling like his heart was going to jump out of his chest as he didn't know what was going on. One thing James did know was that it couldn't be good with how angry Lance looked.
James caught Freya's eye, hoping that she was okay. As they stared at one another, Freya began to mouth to him. 'You have my permission.'
Frowning, James was confused. What had she said? James watched Freya for a moment and she repeated it again and it was the second time that James got the message. His eyes widened as he nodded his head frantically at Freya, telling her that he understood the message. Immediately, James began looking around for his father and soon found him near Albus. The crowd of people were carrying in Albus to celebrate his victory and Harry was about to follow behind. Quickly, James ran over to his dad, desperation seeping into his bones. He needed to tell his dad the truth so he could save Freya.
"Dad!" James called over the crowd, hoping to get his attention.
Harry turned around and grinned, "James! Come celebrate with us. I am going to message your mother so she can come to celebrate too!" Harry said with a huge grin on his face. His son had won the Cup and he couldn't be more proud of him.
James shook his head, "No dad, we don't have time for that!" James rushed out, the panic in his chest rising. James looked back and saw Freya and Lance having a heated debate, only spurring him on. But he knew he needed to organise his words carefully and say the most important facts otherwise it would take too long.
Harry frowned and looked at his oldest child, "James, are you okay?" Harry hadn't seen James act like this before and it worried him. James could be grumpy, mischievous and loud but he had never been so desperate or scared before. Even before his first Quidditch match, James had never been nervous.
"Dad, I know about the Guardian Program," James said seriously, looking at his dad pleading eyes. He hoped that his dad would hear him out.
Harry froze where he was in disbelief, James had got his full attention.
HARRY POTTER
Lance was stood behind Freya as he tightened the cuffs around her wrists. When they were secure, he grabbed Freya's wrist and brought her closer to him, the grip on her wrists so tight that she could feel the circulation being blocked off. Freya tried to wiggle her wrists to see how much room Lance had left her with and she found there was absolutely no room to move around. Freya could feel her magic slowly making its way to the cuffs as her energy began to drain from her body. Her magic was resisting the cuffs, but it wouldn't take long before all the magic left her completely.
"Did you really think you would get away with it?" Lance hissed in her ear, anger evident in his voice. His voice shook slightly with the rage that he was having to conceal due to being around people and he still had an image to maintain.
Freya was silent for a moment, debating whether she should say something or not. There was a part of her that was still wanting to obey Lance, but the other part of her wanted to stab Lance with the knife she had in her boots. There was no longer the Guardian Mark to worry about if she did kill him, but Freya was aware of the other Guardians and their families that would suffer if she did kill Lance and she couldn't do it.
"You will regret betraying me," Lance snarled in her ear.
Ignoring the spit on the side of her face, Freya asked, "How did you find out?" Her voice was calm and steady, hiding the nerves under the mask she had perfected over the years. She refused to let Lance see her rattled in any way and she wouldn't give him that satisfaction.
Lance went silent for a moment, stunned with how calm Freya was being. Usually, when he caught a Guardian and threated them, they crumbled and they would beg him to spare them, but Freya was different. Lance didn't like Freya's reaction and it only fuelled his anger further. He didn't like how Freya didn't seem afraid to his threats and he was determined to make her beg for mercy. "You don't get to ask questions. Now be quiet." Lance said sharply, his grip on her wrist tightening.
Freya went silent, but not because Lance wanted her to. Freya began to think about how Lance could have found out about her and James. They had been careful and made sure that no one saw them together romantically. Freya had even killed Castiel to protect their secret and then they had been extra careful. The only person who knew about Freya and James' relationship was Katrina. A horrible sensation of dread filled her chest when realised how Lance found out the truth. Katrina had told Lance. Katrina had told Lance about her and James and now Katrina was dead. Freya felt betrayed and angry. Freya had protected, supported and looked out for Katrina and this was how she had repaid Freya. However, Freya needed to find out the truth to be sure – a small part of her hoping it wasn't the case.
"Katrina told you, didn't she?" Freya asked in a controlled manner even though she felt her anger rising. She was very close to losing her composure completely and Freya had to take in a few deep breathes to calm down.
Lance glared at her, "I said shut up."
Freya grit her teeth, "Did she tell you or not?" She demanded harshly, feeing her composure slipping.
For a moment, Lance's grip on Freya's wrist slackened in shock. No one had spoken to him like that before and he didn't like it. Feeling his grip slacken, Freya took her chance, she stamped her foot down on Lance's foot and he let out in a yelp in pain. Freya then jumped away from him, turning around to face him and glared at his defiance. Lance stared at Freya in shock, not believing what happened. It had happened so quickly that he had barely blinked and then Freya was free from his grip and was glaring at him, something he wasn't used to.
"Get back here, now," Lance ordered with a snarl in his voice.
"No," Freya answered back immediately. There was no way she was going with Lance anywhere. She knew that the moment she was alone with him, he would kill her and that would be the end. The only thing that was keeping her alive was the fact they were in public and Lance had an image to uphold.
Lance gritted his teeth, frustrated that he could feel his control on Freya slipping. Feeling desperate, Lance took out his wand, ready to activate the Guardian Mark if he had to. "Freya Williams, if you don't listen to me-"
"Then you'll what? Use the Guardian Mark on me?" Freya hissed loudly as she cut him off completely, "I think you'll find that I don't have one anymore," She said with a smirk growing on her face. Freya knew what this would to do Lance as it would kill him to know that he couldn't control her anymore.
Lance nearly dropped his wand when he heard what she said. "…What?" He asked lowly, his voice barely above a whisper.
"You can't control me," Freya said, her smirk growing bigger. She knew that she was pushing Lance to his limits and she didn't know what he was going to do, but she couldn't help herself. She had been dreaming of this moment for ages. "You can thank my sister for that, she's the one who found out how to bypass the Guardian Mark," Now, Freya was just rubbing salt into the wounds bringing up her sister because she knew how much he detested Lydia.
Lance looked ready to kill Freya at that point. His face was flushed a deep red colour and his knuckles were white with how hard he was clenching his fist and wand. His breathing was erratic, his chest huffing and puffing as he struggled to get in the necessary air he needed. The mention of Lydia had sent him over the edge, his first failure and betrayal and it still stung even years later. Forgetting that he was in public, Lance raised his wand, his eyes wide and feral as he intended to get rid of Freya once and for all, "Avada-"
"Is there a problem here?" A third voice interjected.
Both Freya and Lance turned their heads and spotted Harry, standing near them with James by his side. Harry was staring at Lance with a blank expression and his arms were folded over his chest and his stance was tense.
Immediately, Lance lowered his wand and smiled at Harry, all anger vanishing in an instant. "Of course there isn't an issue, I was just congratulating her," He said, hiding his wand back in his pocket as though he hadn't just tried to cast the Killing Curse in front of everyone.
James glared at Lance and glanced at Freya. He noticed the cuffs around her wrists and he felt his anger rising. How dare Lance even touch Freya? The thought made James want to cast the blasting curse on him. Freya returned his glance and nodded her head, silently telling him that she was okay even if the cuffs were very uncomfortable on her wrist.
Harry glanced at Freya, "Then why she is wearing magic draining cuffs, a minor." Harry said, stressing the word minor. In the Ministry, when arresting people, it wasn't allowed to use magic draining cuffs on minors because it could cause damage to their magical cores. The only time they were allowed to be used was when the child was dangerous and had to be restrained and even then it was a last resort.
Lance glanced at Freya and smiled sweetly at Harry, "I am afraid she has committed a crime, I need to take her in and question her," He answered easily, waving his hand dismissively.
"But I thought you were congratulating her?" James asked, looking at Lance with an expecting look. James knew that he wasn't the only one to notice that Lance had changed his tune in a matter of seconds, but it didn't make sense and it only made him look suspicious.
Harry arched a brow, waiting for Lance to answer.
For a moment, Lance seemed to hesitate, struggling to form his next answer. This made Freya and James smirk, looking at one another smugly that Lance was squirming under the pressure.
Wanting to put him under more pressure, Freya felt the need to contribute to the discussion. "And what am I being accused of exactly?" Freya asked Lance, arching a brow at him.
Lance glared at her, gritting his teeth at her cheek.
"Yes, what is her crime?" Harry questioned, going along with Freya. Harry needed to get Freya away from Lance as soon as possible. With her safely out of Lance's reach, he could question Freya and finally catch Lance.
Lance waved his hand dismissively, "Nothing for you to worry about, it is my department and I will make sure that she will be punished accordingly," Lance said in a relaxed manner as though it wasn't very serious, downplaying the whole situation.
Harry glanced at Freya and then back at Lance, "If she has committed a crime, I would like to know. I am the Head Auror. If a minor has committed a crime, I need to know why." He answered back, authority and power in his tone. He had used his position in the Ministry to one-up Lance. Harry usually didn't like pulling rank, but he had no choice and he only ever did it when the occasions called for it.
"I can deal with it, but thank you," Lance said with a tight smile. Lance stretched his arm out and was about to reach out and take Freya away so he could deal with her accordingly.
Seeing this, Freya felt herself panic. If she went with Lance, she would certainly die and would never be seen again. "I want to go with Mr Potter. I'll speak to him about my crime," She said quickly, moving away from Lance so she was out of reach. She moved away from Lance and went to stand by Harry and James, feeling safer.
Lance stilled and stared at Freya, his icy blue eyes darkening when he realised that Freya was moving out his reach. He couldn't control Freya anymore and he knew that if Freya went with Harry then it wouldn't end kindly for him as there was a possibility that Freya would spill everything she knew about the Guardian Program.
"You are in my department, I need to deal with you," Lance said forcefully, his hand inching for his wand.
Seeing this, Harry went to reach for his wand at the same time, ready in case a fight happened.
James and Freya spared a glance at one another. They didn't think it would come to this. James had assumed that if his dad had asked to take Freya away, Lance would have had to agree but that wasn't the case. Lance was fighting back and he wasn't backing down. Freya knew that she needed to do something and quickly otherwise it could go south. She knew that Lance admired Harry but she didn't know how far that would protect him.
"I killed Roman," Freya said suddenly.
Both Harry and Lance stilled, both of them just inches away from reaching their wands. Harry looked down at Freya, "Excuse me?"
Freya bit her lip. "I kill Roman using the Killing Curse." Killing a contestant in the Triwizard Tournament wouldn't mean much because it was expected for people to die during the competition. However, to admit to using one of the Unforgivable Curses was illegal and Freya knew that it would get Harry's attention to the point where he would have to intervene and Freya knew that Lance knew this. Freya had also confessed to the crime in front of Harry and now he had a duty to arrest her, officially overstepping Lance's authority.
James stared at Freya with wide eyes. James wasn't sure that he had heard her correctly but then she saw the conviction in her stormy grey eyes and then he had no doubt. For a moment, James was shocked but then he mentally shook her head. He knew that Freya wouldn't have killed Roman unless she had a good reason too.
Harry sighed deeply, "Then I am placing you officially under arrest." Harry said, walking closer to Freya and taking hold of her arm.
"Wait!" Lance called out, his blue eyes wide in panic. He knew that he had no authority now and he could feel his control slipping away very quickly.
Freya smirked at Lance, "Goodbye." She said before Harry guided her towards Hogwarts so they could take the Floo Network to the Ministry. Freya knew that now she was with Harry, she would be safe away from him.
James followed close behind his dad and Freya, turning his head, James smirked at Lance before turning his head around.
Lance watched them leave, fury and rage in his icy blue eyes.
HARRY POTTER
Ryan, Cordelia and Rebecca had watched the whole thing unfold and they couldn't believe what they were seeing. After Lance had dismissed them, they had stood far away from Freya and Lance but they had watched the entire thing very closely. Cordelia and Rebecca had been concerned that something was going on and they wanted to know. Ryan was a bit more skittish about being near Lance longer than he needed to be but he too was curious of what was happening. Neither one of them had ever seen Lance so angry at Freya – she had always been his favourite so were they concerned with what was going on.
"Oh my god…" Rebecca watched as Freya was led away by Harry and James. They could also all see how angry Lance looked and Rebecca couldn't help but feel afraid, Lance's rage putting her on edge. She silently prayed that he didn't come over to them and take his anger out on them.
Ryan watched Freya with wide eyes as she was taken away. As Freya walked away, she turned her head and looked directly at Ryan. Freya then smirked at him before she turned her head back around. When Freya did that, Ryan couldn't help but gasp. Had Freya been silently communicating to him what he thought she was?
"He looks pissed," Cordelia commented, watching Lance very closely – who had now stormed off in a rage.
Rebecca nodded in her head in agreement, "I wonder what set him off," She said with a frown. There was a lot of things that could have made Lance angry, but the biggest thing to set him off was when a Guardian didn't do what they were told or they exhibited free will.
Ryan said nothing and just looked at the ground, still feeling confused.
Cordelia reached into her pocket and pulled out the crystal that Freya had handed her. "I wonder what these are though," She said, inspecting it very closely. It was a very pretty crystal but she had no idea what it did, but she knew it had to be important for Freya to hand her a load of them.
Following Cordelia's lead, Rebecca took out her crystal as she inspected it. "She said to pass these on to the other Guardians too, the ones we trusted," Rebecca said, playing with the crystal in her hand. It was smooth to the touch and felt cool.
"She called them Celestial Crystals," Ryan said, taking his crystal out too.
Frowning, Cordelia looked around the area and saw that all the students had disappeared. Most going to celebrate Albus' victory or to get on with their day. "Ceely!" Cordelia called out, tightening the grip on her crystal.
Ryan looked at her, "What are you doing?!" He yelled at her. He didn't understand why she was shouting a name – one that he hadn't heard before.
"It's Freya's House Elf in Hogwarts. Maybe she would know," Cordelia said, rolling her eyes. Much like Freya, Cordelia had asked a House Elf to look after Fred's meals. That boy ate a lot too, so his food needed to be guarded in case someone tried to slip something in. It would be very easy to do, Fred wouldn't even notice it either as he practically inhaled his food. Freya had given her the idea about using a House Elf and Cordelia found it was the best idea ever.
Looking thoughtful, Ryan silently nodded his head.
Ceely appeared within seconds. She stared at Cordelia with wide and curious eyes, "Yes?" She asked, in a high pitched voice. Ceely had met Cordelia before when Cordelia was asking for a trustworthy House Elf. Ceely had been really proud of herself that she could be useful to her Mistress' friend.
"Ceely, do you know what this is?" Rebecca asked, going along with Cordelia's idea. She held up the crystal so the House Elf could see what they were referring to. Hopefully, Ceely would know what the crystals were so they could do as Freya asked them to.
Looking at the crystal, Ceely's eyes widened. "It's a Celestial Crystal! Ceely hasn't seen one in years…" Ceely whispered lowly, looking at the crystal in awe. She nearly reached out to touch the crystal in Rebecca's hand but she held herself back.
"And what does it do?" Ryan asked, looking at Ceely with a curious expression. He had never seen Ceely before and he had no idea that Freya used a House Elf either. Ryan didn't use a House Elf to look after Scorpius' food as Ryan always checked the food himself before it reached his charge. However, now he wished he had used a House Elf as it would have made meal times a lot less stressful for him. Scorpius had a lot of admirers and girls liked to try and slip in love potions in his food, something which highly annoyed him.
Ceely bit her lip, reluctant to share the information. "Ceely doesn't know if she can say. Mistress isn't here," She said, looking around for Freya but was disappointed when she couldn't see her.
"Ceely," Cordelia said, stepping closer to the House Elf, "Freya is in trouble at the moment and we want to help her. But, to do so we need to know what these do." Cordelia was determined to help Freya in any way she could, she considered Freya her friend and she wouldn't let Freya down.
Ceely's wide eyes appeared to get bigger in horror, "Mistress is in trouble?" Ceely began to shake and a whimper left her lips.
Rebecca nodded her head, "Yes, and that's why we need your help. Now, can you tell us what these do?" She asked again more gently, hoping that Ceely would see where they were coming from. Rebecca wanted to help Freya, but they needed to know all the facts before they could do anything and make their next move.
Nodding her head frantically, Ceely answered. "Ceely knows. They negate all magic and they were very rare," Ceely said very fast, not stopping once as she didn't want any delays in helping her Mistress.
Ryan's eyes widened when he realised what that meant, "She found a way to get past the Guardian Mark." He couldn't believe what he was hearing. He had always dreamed of finding a way past the Guardian Mark but hadn't researched much due to the fear he felt in case anyone caught him researching. He had heard rumours from older Guardians – ones that didn't last long – that there was a way around the Guardian Mark but no one acted on it due to fear. Everyone was too scared in case word got back to Lance.
Cordelia looked at him, "Huh?" She didn't understand why Ryan looked so shocked and she too felt confused about what it meant.
"That's why she gave us these crystals, so we can get rid of the mark," Rebecca said, excitement in her eyes. The thought of getting rid of the Guardian Mark thrilled her but it also made her feel anxious. It had been years since she had the Guardian Mark placed on her and that's all she had ever known, but it was an exhilarating thought.
Ryan looked at Ceely and nodded his head, "Thank you, Ceely," He said with a smile, feeling grateful. Now they knew what the crystals did, they could start to formulate what they were going to do next. Ryan began to feel something he hadn't felt in a long time – hope.
Nodding her head, Ceely snapped her fingers and she was gone as quick as she came.
"So, what's the next step?" Rebecca asked, looking very unsure. "How would this help Freya?" She asked, looking at both Cordelia and Ryan. She didn't understand how the Celestial Crystals could assist Freya with anything – it would help Rebecca because she would free of the Guardian Mark.
Ryan looked at the ground, uncertain.
"We need to trust that Freya knows what she is doing," Cordelia said with determination. Cordelia trusted that Freya knew what she was doing and she was ready to follow what Freya had said.
Looking at the Gryffindor, Ryan frowned, "Why do you want to help Freya so much?" He asked with narrowed eyes. He found it weird that Cordelia was so ready to listen to Freya without even questioning it.
Cordelia returned the glare with her own. "I consider Freya to be a friend. I could ask you the same thing, you were the first to ask her if she ratted on Katrina." She hissed lowly, feeling defensive. She didn't like the way Ryan was questioning her as though she had an alternative motive.
Rebecca frowned, silently agreeing with Cordelia. Ryan had been so quick to ask Freya if she had ratted out Katrina. Rebecca didn't know Freya as well as Katrina, but she knew that Freya would never betray Katrina. Rebecca was actually surprised that Ryan had even asked the question in the first place.
Falling silent, Ryan looked down at the ground. He wanted to answer back and defend himself but he couldn't without revealing his secrets. Ryan refused to meet Cordelia's glare because he knew he would crack and retaliate.
Sensing the tension, Rebecca watched both Cordelia and Ryan. "I want to help Freya because she helped me. She lied to Lance for me when she volunteered to guard Albus during the Triwizard Tournament. I was too slow to react." Rebecca answered honestly, wanting to come clean. Some trust issues were emerging and she wanted to show them that they could trust her. Rebecca felt as though they had come to an impasse that they wouldn't be able to get around without revealing some truths to show they could trust each other.
Cordelia looked at the Slytherin in surprise and awe, "She did?"
"Yes," Rebecca nodded her head, smiling slightly. "I thought she was going to report me, but she decided against it. I have never been so thankful to anyone before," Rebecca admitted feeling slightly lighter now that she told other people. Rebecca had been holding onto that secret for a while and she had been feeling guilty but now she felt better.
Falling silent, Cordelia couldn't help but feel a bit ashamed. She had reported a few Guardians for shirking their responsibilities in the past, especially when she first became a Guardian because she wanted to prove herself. Cordelia had always assumed that Freya would have reported other people too but it seemed as though she was wrong. Slowly, Cordelia nodded her head, "And this is why we need to help her." If anything, Cordelia's admiration of Freya was increasing dramatically.
"But, I don't understand why she gave us these," Rebecca said with a sigh in her tone. She would love to help Freya, but she was still confused as to how this would help.
Ryan looked at the other two Guardians and took in a deep breath. "I think I have an idea about what she is doing. I had a vision and Freya was there to witness it." He said nervously, visibly gulping due to nerves. This had been a secret that he had kept to himself for ages and he had been very reluctant to share in case Lance found out.
"You're a True Seer?" Cordelia questioned with raised brows.
"What did you see?" Rebecca asked, looking at Ryan with wide and curious eyes. She had never met a True Seer before. Trelawney still taught at the school, but no one believed any of her prophecies as none of them seemed to come true.
Ryan thought back to the prophecy he had given. He couldn't remember it, but Freya had filled him in on the details and it had been playing on his mind for months. "A mighty foundation stands, but one person has the power to bring it crumbling down. This person has now a heart surrounded by ice, but a fire shall thaw that frozen heart. This girl must un-weave the web of lies that surrounds her and then the mighty foundation will fall. Only then will she be free."
They were all silent as they took in what Ryan as said. Cordelia's mind was racing, trying to think what the prophecy was referring to exactly. Rebecca's eyes lit up as she took in this information and her mind was running a hundred miles a minute.
"Well it's obvious that it's about Freya," Rebecca pointed out.
Cordelia nodded her head, "The foundation it talks about it obviously the Guardians Program too," Hearing the prophecy made Cordelia hopeful that it would all end.
Ryan looked at them and frowned, "Y-you believe me?" He asked, appearing surprised at their willingness to believe what he said. He thought that he would have been met with more resistance. Cordelia and Rebecca had never believed Trelawney when she had announced that some of her students would die and they would always make fun of Ryan for having to take Divination.
Snorting, Cordelia rolled her eyes, "Of course we do."
Rebecca nodded her and head and looked at Ryan, "Well, Freya believed you and I don't see why you would lie about something like this," When people would admit to being a True Seer, they weren't usually lying. Trelawney was an exception as she was disillusioned.
Looking at Rebecca and Cordelia, Ryan felt himself relax.
"Now, let's get rid of these marks and help Freya," Cordelia said with a fire in her eyes.
HARRY POTTER
Lance stormed into his office and slammed the door behind him. Lance was seeing red and there was white noise in his ears as he processed everything. His breathing was shallow and his face was bright red. His fists were clenched and his eyes were dark with anger. Once he was alone, Lance let out a roar of rage, throwing stuff around the room as he let out an enraged scream. Lance threw everything off his desk: papers, quills and some Guardian's pendants. Lance walked over to the window and pulled down the curtains with his bare hands in a fit of rage. He then moved onto the bookcases, throwing them to the ground, not caring that the books and vials went flying on the ground.
Freya had betrayed him – his most loyal Guardian had betrayed him.
The very thought sent a fresh wave of anger through his body as he let out another scream in anger. Lance spotted a nearby mirror and threw himself at it, smashing his hand throw it, not noticing the stinging pain as the glass was embedded into his hand nor did he notice the blood. The pain he was feeling in his hand was nothing compared to the pain of the betrayal he had just suffered. Lance dropped to his knees as all the strength let him. He crumpled to the floor in anguish. Lance took a few deep breathes, trying to calm himself down. At that moment, he was thankful that everyone would be celebrating Albus winning the Triwizard Tournament otherwise someone would have heard him.
Lance's thoughts strayed to Freya and how she was now in custody of Harry Potter.
Lance's eyes widened as the fear took root in his chest. What if Freya said something to Harry about the Guardians? Freya had even admitted to him that she didn't have the Guardian Mark on her anymore – something which deeply angered and scared him. The Guardian Mark was meant to be full-proof, there wasn't supposed to be any loopholes. Lance had employed only the best Curse Breakers to make the Guardian Mark and then killed them after their work was done so no one would know too much about it.
But somehow, Freya had managed to pull it off, with the help of her sister, Lydia Williams.
Lance let out another roar in anger as he hurled his wand across the room. Even the thought of Lydia made Lance angry – he hated Lydia with a passion. Lance thought that he had cut out the poison after Lydia had been disposed of, but he was wrong. Lance didn't think that anyone else would betray him after Lydia. He had made sure to punish the Williams family after Lydia as an example to all the other families who even thought about betraying him.
He didn't under it. Why would people betray him? Lance treated his Guardians with mercy and he only tortured them if they disobeyed them. If they had just done as he wanted, then there would be no need for him to kill them. Lance had made all their families wealthy again, the families held power within the Ministry and he had saved them all from Azkaban. All Lance asked for in return was their child and complete loyalty. In a moment of weakness, Lance began to wonder if he had done something wrong. However, Lance quickly dismissed those thoughts. He had done nothing wrong, it was everyone else that was wrong.
But what if Freya told Harry?
Raw fear set into his very being and Lance felt scared. Everything that he worked for was going to crumble and he would lose everything. If Harry or even Kingsley discovered the truth behind the Guardians then he would be ruined. Lance had spent years carving his reputation and making people respect him. He had even managed to blackmail Alastor Moody to train him. There was no one better than him.
Slowly, Lance stood up, ignoring his bleeding hand. Lance knew what he needed to do.
Freya needed to go. Lance had to kill Freya to protect his secret, something he thought he would never have to do.