Chapter Six: Trevor's Friend

Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter.

Sitting in our office, there is one word to describe Trevor Daniels: cool. He's sipping on a Butterbeer, chatting and laughing with our reporters, wearing his Auror uniform (he came directly from work he claims). Trevor may have won this year's Most Charming Smile Award, but his smile isn't the only thing about him that is charming. When asked how he feels about winning the award, he laughs and replies, "Well, its better than winning the Most Disgusting Smile Award!" He's quite modest, even when you bring up his other awards and nominations, accomplishments and achievements, and there are many.

Like the majority of our readers, Trevor, 23, attended Hogwarts. This former Head Boy was always a popular one at Hogwarts. At times soft spoken, but get to know him and he'll never stop talking. At Hogwarts he was one of the few students to have more friends outside of their own house. "I got along with my house mates," Trevor has said. "But we were never really friends." And what house was he sorted into? Just ask and he'll say, with some amount of pride, "Slytherin. I was an ambitious and sly Slytherin."

Ambitious? Yes, definitely. Sly? Well, we'll have to see. But this dark haired Auror doesn't exert the same vibe that other Slytherins give off. He seems more Gryffindorish to these Witch Weekly reporters. We asked Trevor why he was in Slytherin, and he replies, shrugging, "Because its who I was. Wait till you get to know me. I can be very deceptive."

Right. These Witch Weekly reporters don't see an ounce of deception on him. No dark marks, no evil rings, everything about him is real.

After leaving Hogwarts, Trevor went through medi-wizard training and became a Healer, working mainly with curse reversal. But after a year or so of Healing, his heart pulled him towards the United British Auror Confederation. "I really don't know why I chose to become and Auror. It seemed like something important I needed to do. I needed to feel like I was apart of something important, something bigger than me."

Trevor enjoys watching Quidditch more than playing. His favorite team is the Chuddly Cannons and thinks that Darenn Potter is the best Captain the Cannons have ever had. He has a soft spot for Chocolate Frogs and the licorice flavored Bernie Botts Every Flavored Beans. A full fledged bachelor, he can cook, take out his own trash and even do his own laundry.

When his love life comes into conversation, Trevor is suddenly very silent. This is where the important questions come in.

WW: Have you ever been in love?

TD: Yes.

WW: Have you ever been in a serious relationship?

TD: Not officially.

WW: Do you prefer relationships or dating?

TD: Relationships... I'm as loyal as a Labrador.

WW: Are you in a relationship right now?

TD: No.

And when asked if there was someone he had his eye on, Trevor fights a smile and replies, "No... not really."

Watch out ladies, Trevor Daniels has this years Most Charming Smile, and hes the unofficial most eligible bachelor. WW

Reagan closed her copy of Witch Weekly and stared at Trevor's grinning face from the front cover. She had been surprised when Trevor had won Witch Weekly's Most Charming Smile Award, though she was not surprised at the publicity it had created for him. She had random witches walking up to her asking about him, saying they heard that she knew him. It drove her nuts. She hadn't seen him since the announcement dinner, but she heard from her brothers that he had been keeping out of the lime light as much as possible, staying mostly at his flat.

Brent had been crushed after the ceremony. Reagan had tried to make him feel better saying that he was much better looking than Trevor, though she wasn't to sure if he was. Brent was striking, but Trevor was, well, charming.

Reagan was almost sure Brent was going to win, he just fit the part better. Reagan had never known any of the other years' recipient of the award, but from she heard of her parent's teacher, Gilderoy Lockhart, the winner was very into himself. And that was the way Brent was.

Reagan stuffed the magazine into her drawer, shutting Trevor's face inside her desk. She then looked at the stack of paperwork she had on her desk, and glared at it. When she had decided to become a Constructor, no one had told her the amount of paper work it required.

"It's not just your job, Reagan," Harry said from her doorway and Reagan looked up. He had on his blue Auror uniform, his ranking bars and achievement ribbons looking impressive even to a civilian eye. "No one told me that being an Auror would be mostly a desk job."

"It just gets tiring," Reagan replied, not surprised to have him answering her thoughts.

"Welcome to the Ministry of Magic," Harry said. "Where there is little magic work and a lot of paper work."

"Funny, Dad," Reagan replied. "Do you need something? As happy as I am to see you, I do have work to do."

"Yes, I did come with a purpose," Harry said and handed her a small piece of blue paper.

"You came all the way over here to deliver a message?" Reagan asked, taking the paper from him.

"Well, it was an urgent request from a certain charming Slytherin I know," Harry replied.

"Why couldn't he use a ruddy owl?" Reagan growled, and read her message.

"Because it was urgent, of incredible delicacy," Harry replied. "And I offered to. Trevor got some, well, he got some news this morning and I think you might want to be his friend right about now."

"All it says is for me to come and see him," Reagan replied.

"Yes, and that is our next stop," Harry said, motioning for her to get up.

"Dad I have work to do," Reagan replied. "I can't just jump when Trevor says jump."

"Please just go and see him and you will feel differently," Harry said. "Would I come down here myself if I didn't think it was worth it?"

Reagan sighed, knowing he wouldn't have. "Fine."

She walked with her father out of her office, down the lift and through the corridor of Magical Law Enforcement to the Auror department. There were cubicles, each one decorated with various posters, pictures and maps. Harry steered her towards a corner office, on the left towards the back and knocked on the door. It opened and Reagan caught a glimpse of Trevor sitting at his desk, his head in his hands, rubbing his eyes.

"Doing all right, Lieutenant?" Harry asked.

Trevor looked up at him and managed a smile. "We'll see, sir."

"Good luck," Harry said and closed the office door.

"What's so important you had to send my father to get me?" Reagan asked, her arms folded. "I do have a job, you know, and I do have have work to do."

"Reagan, I know and I'm sorry," Trevor replied. "But please drop your tone and the attitude, because its really not helping me right now."

Reagan gaped at him. "If you think that sending my father to fetch me, like some sort of puppy, is going to win you points with me then--"

"You wouldn't come any other way and I needed you," Trevor replied. His face was tired and he looked worn out.

"What's wrong?" she asked, in a nicer tone.

"Do you remember how I told you my parents were in Azkaban?" Trevor asked.

Reagan nodded, a little shocked. Trevor had not mentioned his parents to her since their day in the library when he had first told her about them. And that was eight years ago.

"Well, I got a message today saying that they had died."

"Oh my gosh," Reagan gasped, covering her mouth with her hand. "Trevor I'm so sorry."

"Yeah, well, I didn't really know them," Trevor said. "But since I'm the next of kin, I have to go identify their bodies, sign the release papers, gather their few belongings and other formality stuff. And I... I don't want to go alone."

"When were you planning on going?" she asked, mentally thinking what she could clear off her schedule.

"Tonight," he replied. "I would go now, to get it over with, but I have some meetings later that I can't miss."

"Tonight?" Reagan asked, her heart sinking.

"Yeah, is that bad?"

Reagan looked at her hands. "I sort of have plans tonight."

"With Brent?"

Reagan nodded. "Trevor, I'm sorry, this is just... just really bad timing."

Trevor looked solemn. "I understand."

"Trevor, I'm sorry," Reagan repeated.

"Does Brent know?" Trevor asked. "I mean does Brent know about us? About how we know each other?"

"Well, not exactly," Reagan replied. "It never came up, and then this whole Charming Smile Award came about and I told him my brother knew you."

"So he doesn't know that I go to your family dinners, or that I was your first kiss, or that I was the one who was your shoulder to cry on after Josie died?"

Reagan shook her head. "He doesn't even know about Josie."

"Does he know about your Connection?"

Reagan shook her head again. "I never knew how to tell him. It all just seemed irrelevant, like it was a part of my past."

"Of the old Reagan."

"Yeah, in a way," Reagan replied.

"Do you think maybe you should tell him?" Trevor asked, sitting in the edge of his desk. "He is your boyfriend and all."

For a reason Reagan didn't know, Trevor's words stung. She felt bad about not telling Brent, and she felt bad about not being able to go with Trevor. She thought quickly for a solution; she needed to talk to Brent, and she needed to be there for Trevor, all in one night.

"Can you put off going to Azkaban until later tonight?" she asked hopefully. His eyes perked up a little and he nodded.

"I'd like to tell Brent that I'm going to go with you," Reagan said. "And then we can go later."

"All right," Trevor replied after a moment. He looked heart broken, but Reagan didn't think it was over her. He had the look on his face like his dog had just died.

Reagan took a few steps to him and put her arms around him. He sighed and laid his head on her shoulder. She ran her hand over the back of his head, and held him for a few moments before he sat up.

"You sure you want to come with me?" he asked.

"Yeah I am."

"They still have Dementors at Azkaban," Trevor continued.

"And they make you relive the worst parts of your life," Reagan finished for him. "I did pay attention in school."

Trevor eyed her. "Are you ready to hear yours again?"

Reagan didn't say anything, but she knew what he was talking about. He knew that the worst moment in her life was hearing Josie scream, her blood curdling voice ringing throughout the Great Hall. Reagan nodded and looked at him. "I'll have to face it sometime."

"How's your Patronus?" he asked. "Just in case."

Reagan smiled. "Stronger than ever."

"What time do you want to leave?"

"How about I'll come over when I'm ready?" Reagan suggested. Trevor nodded and wrote his address on a slip of paper. She read it, realizing he was within walking distance from her.

"Good luck, with Brent," Trevor said.

"Thanks," Reagan said. "I'll see you later."

"Thank you, Reagan."

Reagan shrugged. "We're friends, right? This is what friends to. Go to Azkaban together."

It was hours later, towards the end of their meal and Reagan had still not mentioned anything to Brent.

"Reagan, are you all right?" Brent asked. "You've been awfully quiet tonight."

"Brent I need to talk to you about something," Reagan said. Brent looked up at her from his roast. His blue eyes were flickering in the candlelight, and panic flashed behind them.

"Is everything okay?" he asked.

"Not exactly," Reagan replied. "There are just some things I need to tell you."

"Okay," he replied, apprehensively.

"Have you ever heard of the Connection of Three?" she asked.

He thought for a moment. "Is that the father daughter same soul one?"

She nodded. "I have one with my father."

"Is that what is it though?" he asked. "I mean the same soul part?"

"Kinda," she replied, not wanting to go into too much detail. For one she had to get through this quickly because it was getting late and she didn't want to keep Trevor waiting. And two, Brent wouldn't understand the Connection if she used too many words. "Our magic supports each other. I can feel his thoughts, his dreams, his memories, his ideas. We can't communicate telepathically, per say, but there have been times when we've thought the same thing, or dreamt the same dream or..." been pulled into the same memory "well those sort of things."

"Well thats kinda cool, I guess," he said, taking up eating again. "Is there anything else?"

"Yes," she replied, and twisted her friendship ring with her other hand. "Do you remember when Witch Weekly reported that this ring I wear was an engagement ring?"

"Yeah," he said slowly.

"Well, obviously its not. My best friend and I made them when we were first years at Hogwarts."

"Reagan these things you're telling me don't seem to be that big of a deal."

"That best friend died," Reagan stated. "And because of my Connection, I had clues throughout the entire year prior to her death that she was going to die."

"Clues?"

"I dreamt it happening, just in different ways. I had images and voices in my head talking about falling down stairs. And thats how she died. She was coming down the staircase and it began to move and she lost her balance and fell."

Brent didn't say anything, and Reagan was fighting tears. She had to get through this, she had to get to Trevor and be there for him like he had been there for him.

"And I had another good friend who helped me through that. He would sit with me while I cried. He made me take care of myself when I was like a zombie. He made me get sleep, and made me realize that life wasn't over just because Josie had died."

"That was nice of Cal."

"It wasn't Cal," Reagan replied, dreading the next thing she had to tell him. "It was Trevor Daniels."

"Trevor Daniels?" Brent asked, dropping his fork. "You were friends with him?"

"I still am."

"You told me your brother knew him," Brent said. "You didn't mention anything about you knowing him."

"Well I do," Reagan replied. "And something happened today and I need to go be with him."

"What?!" Brent cried, standing up. "You're leaving me?"

"Not leaving you, like I don't want to be with you, Brent," Reagan tried to explain. "Just for the night. I have to go somewhere with him."

"So he's more important than me now?" Brent asked. "I'm your boyfriend!"

"Yes, I know," Reagan said, pulling him back down. "But Trevor was there for me many years ago when I needed him and I can't abandon him now."

"Did his tooth get knocked out and his smile isn't perfect anymore?"

Reagan stared at Brent. Was she sensing some jealousy towards Trevor? "No, and he's not the kind person who would care. His... his parents died."

"Oh," Brent said, and Reagan could tell that he felt bad about what he had just said. "Its just for the night?"

"We're going to leave tonight, and hopefully be back by tomorrow night," Reagan replied. "I just don't know how long it will take once we get up there."

"Were are you going?"

Reagan didn't want to tell him that they were going to see Trevor's dead parents who had been in Azkaban for over twenty years because of the heinous murders they had committed.

"Some town near Azkaban," she replied. "It shouldn't take much longer than a day, and if it is then I'll owl you."

Brent sighed and Reagan wrapped her arms around his neck. "You know, this isn't how I imagined this night going," he said.

"I know and I'm sorry," her head leaning on his shoulder. "But I just found out about all of this this morning."

"I guess you do need to go and help him out," Brent said. "I love how caring of a person you are."

"Thanks," Reagan replied.

"Well I guess I should get going then," he replied, standing up. Reagan walked him to the door, before giving him a long kiss goodbye. She still liked her boyfriend, a lot, but tonight she needed to be Trevor's friend.

"How did it go?" Trevor asked as Reagan walked through his door.

"Better than I expected," Reagan replied. "I didn't realize how close you lived. You're only a couple blocks away from me."

Trevor shrugged. "I moved here years before you did."

Reagan glanced around. It was more than a flat, which is all that her brothers had described it as. It had two stories, a sitting room, dining room, and full kitchen. She assumed the bedrooms, Trevor has said he had two, were upstairs because she didn't see any unaccounted for doors from the landing where she was standing.

"Did you tell him about the Connection?"

Reagan nodded. "I don't think he got it, but he had heard of it. I told him about Josie, and about you. I'm sorry Trevor, does it bother you that I'm talking about Brent?"

"A little," Trevor replied. "But I've got to get used to it right? Go on, how did he take the news of me?"

"He was mad, thought I was leaving him when I said that you and I were leaving tonight. He sounded a bit jealous of you though."

Trevor laughed. "Jealous of what? Being an Auror? Having massive amounts of paperwork and reports and meetings and training?"

"I think he was more jealous over the Smile Award," Reagan replied. "He kinda had his heart set on it."

"He can have it!" Trevor laughed. "I didn't really want it. It has caused so much attention I'd rather not have."

"Yeah, I heard through the Potter grapevine that you've been staying here more."

Trevor nodded, looking around. "Its a nice place, but I think I want something bigger now."

"Its only you though," Reagan replied.

"But I got this when I first left Hogwarts, and I think I out grew it."

"Well we can look for a new place later," Reagan said and Trevor looked at her, not mentioning her use of the word 'we.'

"Right," he replied.

"How are we traveling?" she asked.

"The Knight Bus," he replied. "Its too far to Apparate safely, the closest Floo is too far away from Azkaban, Portkey applications take at least two weeks, regardless of the strings I tried to pull, and the Distance Jumpers don't run this late."

"Did you make reservations or are we just going to stick out our wands?"

"Both," he replied. "I made reservations and all we have to do is stick our wands because I didn't know what time to tell them."

"I came as quickly as I could," Reagan said. "I didn't want to keep you waiting."

"Thank you," Trevor said. "Thank you for doing this with me. It really does mean a lot."

"You know how you can thank me?" she asked. "Stop thanking me. Trevor, it was the least I could do after all you've done for me and put up with me. I owed you."

"So now we're even?" he asked and she nodded, smiling at him. "Darn, I liked winning for once."

"Its not something you should get used to," Reagan replied. "I am always right, and I will always win. The sooner you learn the better."

"Reagan Potter, I learned that lesson eight years ago."

"Good," she replied. "Its good to see you in a better mood." He shrugged and she followed him out the door.

He cast a few charms on his house, magically locking it and arming the alarm spells. She waited for him on the curb and then after double checking they had their identification, the paperwork he needed and checking to make sure no Muggles we watching, they stuck out their wands together. Moments later a purple triple decker bus came bounding towards them, stopping with a squeal and a hiss. The doors opened and a thin looking wizard stepped out and said, "Mr. Trevor Daniels and Miss Reagan Potter, welcome to the Knight Bus."

A/N: Not much for me to say, hope you all enjoyed the chapter, please review! Not to long of a wait I hope! EE