Guardians of Hogwarts Chapter Seven The Stone, a harry potter fanfic

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Chapter Seven

The Stone

Now Harry knew what the one thing he loved most about the magical world was, as he flew through the air in Quidditch practice. To feel the wind through his hair and see the ground below his feet, gave Harry a strange feeling of freedom. Maybe it was years under the eyes of the Dursley and being stuck in a cupboard, but now Harry had come to realize just how much he longed to have control, how much he wished to be free. No Dudley to chase him, no Petunia to command him, no Vernon to lock him in his cupboard, his so-called family was gone.

"Having fun up here, Harry?" asked Oliver Wood on his own broom.

"Of course," said Harry.

"Well just a reminder, the real reason we're here is to practice," reminded Wood.

Harry shrugged. It had been an odd adventure on his path to joining the Quidditch team as a seeker, especially since he and Draco now shared the role of the Youngest Seeker in a Century. Because of their roles as Guardians, all four boys were allowed to try out for their selective Quidditch teams, and after much prodding and insisting, particularly from the twins, Harry and Ron decided to try out, as well as Draco. Harry and Draco both went for Seeker positions, while Ron tried out for Keeper. In the end, Ron was named Keeper for Ravenclaw, Draco was named Seeker for Slytherin, and Harry was named Seeker for Gryffindor. Neville firmly said no broom-riding activities, choosing the greenhouse instead.

It seemed Draco and Harry not just being named seekers, but seekers on rival teams had reignited the rivalry between the two, though it never reached the heights of hostility they both shared early on. Rather, they just ignored each other, even during dinners, Harry already dreading the upcoming Slytherin vs. Gryffindor, not just for the nervousness, but for what would happen if he won or lost.

Yet beyond Draco, new hostilities seemed to emerge from the House of the Snake, as every day, Harry, Ron, or Neville would hear a new insult or snide remark from Theodore Nott. On one particular day, Harry had to restrain Ron from hexing the Slytherin boy after he admitted to disappointment Hermione wasn't eaten by the troll.

Speaking of Hermione, she had become a fixture whenever Ron or Harry decided to show up in the Great Hall for any of the meals. She usually sat next to Ron, though, on occasions when Harry and Ron would sit together, she would join them.

"How's classes going?" Harry or Ron would usually ask.

"Good, though it took some time to get used to using a quill, ink, and parchment besides a pencil and paper." Hermione said.

Ron looked at her confused. "These items muggles use to write," explained Harry.

"I have a pair I can show you," said Hermione.

"I think I'd like that, though my dad may have a pair, he collects all sorts of muggle items in his garage," said Ron, taking a mouthful of food.

"My mom might be the same. Since she learned I was a witch, she's been asking for me to send her magical items and when me and my parents went to Diagon Alley, she acted like a kid in a candy shop," explained Hermione.

"We should probably keep my dad away from your mom. Merlin knows the questions he'd ask her," joked Ron.

"My mum already has a new set of questions for when I return during the winter holiday break. She used to read me the Worst Witch books when I was young, and growing up, she was obsessed with Tolkien as a child," said Hermione.

"What's a Token?" asked Ron.

"Tol-Keen," said Hermione. "J.R.R. Tolkien, he's a muggle fantasy author. I can bring a book he wrote to you, if you want."

"Ah, sure," replied Ron.

Over at the Slytherin table, Pansy was staring at the exchange with envious eyes, a fierce glare forming from her expression. Yes, at the moment Pansy felt bitter, but she was not beyond reason and knew her bitterness was misplaced, but the childish part of her preteen brain could not wrap around it.

Why are only Weasley and Potter coming down, she thought, why can't Draco come down to dine with me? Daphne and Millicent found Pansy in this state, and with a raised eyebrow from Daphne and a confused look from Millicent, the two approached their friend.

"Everything alright, Pans?" asked Millicent.

"Milly, why doesn't Draco come down," whined Pansy.

"That's what this is all about?" asked Millicent, with Pansy nodding meaning yes.

"Pans, if I had the option to eat alone in a suite, I would," answered Daphne bluntly.

"But he should be here with us. How else can we get to know him," said Pansy. "I mean look at that Granger girl, schmoozing up to Weasley and Potter. Why would they even want her type? Though, I'm still not convinced Weasley is truly a Guardian."

"Pansy," Daphne began sternly, "there is something I wish to discuss. You may not agree or listen, but I think we should, at least try to be more pleasant to the other Guardians."

"Why?" asked Pansy incredulously, looking at Daphne like she was suggesting something outrageous, which in Pansy's mind, she was.

However, Daphne stood with her superior gaze, firm in her determination to discuss her idea with her friend. Millicent's head kept turning back and forth between Daphne and Pansy, not wanting to be caught in between.

"Whether we like them or not or agree with their company or not, Potter, Weasley, and Longbottom of Draco's fellow Guardians. Therefore, Draco will come to spend more time with them. With such close association, they are bound to get to know each other," explained Daphne.

"So what are you suggesting?" asked Pansy seemingly agreeing.

"I'm not suggesting we all become best buddies, but at least let's try to act civil around them," said Daphne. "The benefits and perks of joining even Weasley's Coven out way disagreement."

Pansy sighed, knowing her friend spoke the truth.

Later on that night, Harry decided to take a late shower. He had trained heavily today with Bill and Moody and combined with Wood's Quidditch practice, by now, his body was weak, aching, and tired.

As he guided the soap across his right arm, he felt something odd. Looking right at his arms, he saw the clear sign that he was growing muscles. Nothing too extensive, but he could see and feel muscles growing and covering the bone of his arm. Due to Dursley's neglect and his malnourished state, he'd always been skinning, often feeling only bone on bad days. However, now he was feeling much of his strength return to him. Maybe it's because I'm eating more, Harry thought.

As he exited the shower, he wrapped a towel around his waist and walked out, when something caught his attention in the mirror. Looking forward, he saw another change to his appearance, at least he thought he did. Could I, Harry thought puzzled, I think I'm getting taller. I swear, I grew a few inches. Harry could have sworn he looked taller, but after a moment, wrote these changes off as him finally eating enough.

When he was finally dressed and ready for the day, he found Gordy the House Elf had collected all of the Guardians in the Dining Room. Ron and Neville appeared confused, while Draco looked agitated by being commanded by an elf.

"Good, you're here," snapped Draco. "Now tell this elf, he has no right commanding us!"

"Young Guardian, it is not Gordy who summons you, but the Headmaster," replied the old elf casually and respectfully. "He requires your presence in his office. Something important he wishes to show you all."

"Did he say what it was about?" asked Harry.

"No, and Gordy did not feel he was inclined to ask," replied Gordy. "No, onwards."

The four were escorted by the elderly in silence. Harry, Ron, and Neville were confused and curious about what this was all about, while Draco was still fuming at being commanded by an elf. It was five minutes into their walk, when Harry, having had enough of this silence, decided to speak, say anything really, even to this old elf.

"Gordy, I never asked, how did you become Head Elf of Hogwarts?" asked Harry.

Neville and Ron looked surprised by this question, while Draco looked incredulous and shocked as he addressed this creature with even hints of respect. Gordy, however, looked impressed by the question.

"Well, I was once the House Elf for the Dumbledore Family, but after Headmaster Dumbledore freed me, he offered me the position at Hogwarts, he was a teacher back then," explained Gordy. "Like Dumbledore, Gordy worked up the latter until he reached the top spot."

"What do you mean, freed?" asked Harry concerned.

"A House Elf is bound to serve one Wizarding family unless that elf is presented with clothes," explained Ron.

Harry looked horrified. "That's awful."

Draco scoffed. "You're joking, right?"

"Just seems terrible. I mean, you have literal slaves here," said Harry.

Before anyone could argue, Gordy spoke. "I agree that the state of House Elves is something tragic, but now is not the time. We are approaching the Headmaster's Office."

The Gargoyle was in fact in sight. After passing through the barriers, the elf and the Guardians found the Headmaster at his desk, staring at a stone on his desk. When the four Guardians approached him, Harry was puzzled when Ron, Neville, and Draco's eyes all widened and stared gazing at the stone, mystified by the object, which only added to Harry's confusion.

Dumbledore reacted with joy at the three staring at the stone and even found amusement in Harry's confusion.

"Is that what I think it is?" asked Neville, not turning his gaze from the stone.

"I didn't think it was real?" asked Ron, like Neville keeping his gaze fixed on the stone.

"Why is it here?" asked Draco, like Ron and Neville not flinching sight.

"Guys, what is it?" asked Harry, his gaze focused on the other three.

Dumbledore chuckled. "All great questions, and thankfully ones I have the answers to," said Dumbledore. "But to answer your question, Mr. Potter. This right here is the Philosopher's Stone."

Harry remembered reading about something like that in the school library during his elementary days. The memory was vague, in fact, all Harry could recall was that this Philosopher's Stone could turn ordinary material into gold, was that why the other three were so enthralled by the stone?

"I think I read about it. It can turn metal into gold," said Harry.

"Turn metal into gold," snapped Draco. "That stone can do so much more."

"Correct, but you must forgive Mr. Potter's lack of insight on the matter, considering the muggle world's knowledge of this artifact. The Stone can do so much more. It is the key ingredient in the Elixir of Life," Dumbledore explained. "The Elixir can extend life, though it would not grant the drinker immortality or keep them from harm."

"So, why is it here and why are you showing us?" asked Ron, finally moving away from the stone and looking at Dumbledore.

Dumbledore's expression shifted from impressed to a mingled face of concern and sternness. "Because it needs to be protected. Some of you may recall a break-in recently at Gringotts. This Stone is what the assailant was seeking and failed to find." He said.

"Someone is after the Stone," gasped Neville, him and Ron moving away from the desk. "Then why would it be here?"

"Again, a great question, the answer is simple. No other place is safe," said Dumbledore gravely. "The stone cannot be placed on the Fidelius Charm since too many are aware of it and the Stone's owner, Nicolas Flamel, insisted I watch over it. Rest assured though; I intend to have the Stone safeguarded behind the best forces at Hogwarts."

"Why are you telling us this?" asked Ron.

"You're Guardians," smiled Dumbledore. "And why you are young, and certain facts about the Stone's concealment will be hidden from you, as the Guardians of Hogwarts, you must be kept informed about the going-on at the school.

"So, you're protecting the Stone, do you have any idea who may be after it?" asked Ron. "Could it be followers of You-Know-Who?"

"Unlikely, since half of the Dark Lord's supposed Death Eaters were under the Imperius Curse and the other half are in Azkaban," said Draco.

"Alas, young Mr. Weasley is right and I'm proud to see him embracing his more Ravenclaw side. Yes, I do believe a dark witch or wizard is after the Stone, and I do believe it could be a follower of Voldemort," said Dumbledore.

Ron, Neville, and Draco gasped at the mention of that name, while Harry looked annoyed. Really, he thought bitterly, it's just a name. You're giving Voldemort exactly what he wants. Fear! Dumbledore seemed unphased by this and continued.

"I always believed Voldemort had more followers than he was leading on. Secret followers, ones that slipped under the rug," said Dumbledore.

"That sounds like an accusation," snapped Draco.

"You should show more respect to your headmaster, young man," snapped the portrait of Amando Dipet. "Especially from a Guardian of Hogwarts."

"You can forgive young Mr. Malfoy, he may be a Guardian, but he is still young. What I said was not an accusation, but rather a theory. I often thought that Voldemort had other associates and followers that not only escaped prison but escaped accusations as well. And even beyond Voldemort, there are other dark witches and wizards out there," explained Dumbledore. "The Dark is not only dominated by Death Eaters."

"Death Eaters?" asked.

"You-Know-Who's followers," whispered Ron, who was slightly gesturing to Draco.

"Correct, Mr. Weasley. Death Eaters were Voldemort's followers. However, back on track, the reason I am telling you this as a warning. Whoever is after the Stone, will be highly dangerous," Dumbledore emphasized in the last part, his face grave and stern.

Throughout the remainder of the day, the entirety of the four Guardians' thoughts was consumed by their meeting with Dumbledore and the Philosopher's Stone. Who was after the Stone? Was Voldemort somehow involved? While in the Library, Neville had brought Harry and Ron a book on the subject of the Stone and Nicolas Flamel. Draco had returned to his suite to write to his father for some reason.

"What does it say?" asked Ron.

"Nothing we could have guessed or already knew. It just tells what the Stone can do and how long Flamel has been alive," shrugged Neville.

"Doesn't help us much," said Harry. He then noticed Ron was surprisingly quiet. "What do you think, Ron?" asked Harry.

"Well," whatever Ron was thinking, it seemed like a part of him wished to keep it to himself, as when he spoke again, it was in a whisper. "Dad and mum were pretty big into Dumbledore's circle during the war, and well, Dumbledore never really believed You-Know-Who was truly dead."

While Neville looked shocked, Ron was confused to see Harry's expression looked unsurprised. "Hagrid said something along those lines," said Harry.

"Yeah, well no one can explain why, and a part of me really doesn't want to believe this, but since Dumbledore tends to know more than any wizard alive, there may be some truth to You-Know-Who still being alive," explained Ron.

"Maybe he's even after the Stone, or connected in some way," offered Harry.

Then, a shocked and scared look overtook Ron, like he had realized something horrifying and scary. "What if he wants to use it to return?"

Then, Neville was sharing Ron's expression, while Harry took in the information. "What!" gasped Neville, quiet enough so only Harry and Ron could hear.

"Well, the Stone is the key to the Elixir of Life, which extends life, then maybe he would use it to come back in some form," said Ron.

"What?" When Harry, Ron, and Neville turned their heads, they saw the form of Hermione Granger standing beside them.

After getting over their initial shock, Ron took a breath. "How much did you hear?' he asked her.

Hermione's cheeks turned scarlet. "I'm sorry if it seems like I was eavesdropping, but I was just studying in the corner and I overheard you talk about the Philosopher's Stone, Nicolas Flamel, and how You-Know-Who might be able to return," Hermione whispered.

"Look, Hermione," said Harry sternly. "You have to promise not to tell anyone. Not even Padma and Sue. We can't risk the school."

Hermione for a short moment looked undecided but appeared to agree. "I understand, I will not tell a soul. However, I'd like to offer my assistance in research."

Ron smiled. "We'd like that. Maybe I can even fill you in later on what the Headmaster told us."

Hermione gave Ron a genuine and large smile. "I'd like that."

"Hey, why are you here alone, where are Sue and Padma?" asked Neville.

Hermione then blushed. "Oh, well I came looking for Ron. Wanted to tell him congratulations on joining the Quidditch team. And be sure to look in the stands, me and the girls will be there. Also, good luck," she said. "I have to go. See you guys around!"

Ron stared at her as she left, confused. "What was that about?" he asked.

"Don't know in the slightest," replied Harry.

Ron would learn what Hermione met when his first Quidditch game began. After a quick speech from his captain, the Ravenclaw players all filed out onto the field. When Ron looked up at the crowd, he saw something that brought a smile to his face.

"Hermione, Sue, Padma," he said out loud.

The three Ravenclaw girls were in the stands, holding pom poms and wearing what looked like cheerleading uniforms, emboldened with the Ravenclaw colors. They were not in anyone's face about it but did make their presence known. The uniforms themselves were nothing too revealing, though Ron did think it made them look prettier.

Better yet, in one stand was the familiar group of redheads and a sight that made Ron's heart skip a beat. His mother and father were in the crowd as well, along with Ginny, Percy, and the rest of his family. Bill and Charlie had even somehow arrived, and Fred and George had thrown away their Gryffindor loyalty to wear the colors of Ravenclaw in support of their brother. It took the mustering of all of Ron's willpower to not cry at the sight of his family here for him.

"That's my boy! The Guardian of Ravenclaw!" an enthusiastic Molly cheered.

While her family was enthralled by the game, Ginny looked over and saw what Hermione was wearing. Hermione, despite the hair, which she had managed, and the teeth, looked cute in that outfit. Ginny approached her.

"You're Hermione, right?" asked the Weasley girl.

"Yes," replied a curious Hermione.

"I'm Ginny Weasley," she introduced herself.

At once, Hermione's face lit up. "Your Ron's sister."

"And your Hermione. Ron had talked about you all the time in his letters," said Ginny.

Hermione blushed. "Really, well he talks about you and the family just as well."

"That's an interesting outfit you're wearing?" inquired Ginny.

Hermione looked down. "Oh, this. This is just something me, Padma, and Sue thought we'd do for Ron."

"Can I have an outfit?" asked Ginny.

The bushy haired Ravenclaw smiled and agreed. "May take time to fit you, but okay."

"Only for the Gryffindor colors. Gold and red," clarified Ginny.

"Got it," said Hermione enthusiastically.

As Hermione was cleaning up, she was surprised by a voice she was familiar with, but one she was still surprised and suspicious of. Turning, Hermione saw the form of Daphne Greengrass. She had a neutral expression, but Hermione got the feeling Daphne did not want to talk to her. Either because she was a Muggle-born or because she thought she was better than Hermione, or both.

Hermione also noticed Millicent next to her, although the large Slytherin girl could appear menacing, here she smiled a true smile at Hermione. A much more pleasant expression on her face.

"Granger, right?" asked Daphne.

"Ah, yes," replied Hermione awkwardly.

"What were those outfits you and the three others were wearing during the Quidditch game?" she asked.

"Oh, those. There is something in the muggle world. Their called cheerleaders, they go to games and cheer the players on," explained Hermione.

"It's a muggle thing," Hermione was discomforted when she saw Daphne's distaste. "Well, if Professor Snape does not mind."

"Why would Professor Snape mind?" asked a confused Hermione.

Daphne turned and gave the Ravenclaw girl a sly smile. "Well, if you must know. Professor Flitwick was most impressed by you and the two others performances. So, Professor Sprout, McGonagall, and our own Professor Snape asked if it was possible to set up…cheerleaders, as you call them, for every house team."

"Really!" said Hermione excitedly.

"Yes, I overheard Professor Snape talking with the others. The Heads of Houses are going to set-up try-outs. Though, McGonagall did state that you and your two friends have a place since you introduced the idea," explained Daphne.

"Really?"

"Yes, really. I of course will be trying out. And I am bound to make it," gloated Daphne. "See you around, Granger."

As Daphne walked away, Millicent approached Hermione. At first, Hermione was nervous, as the Slytherin girl appeared stronger than Crabbe or Goyle. However, the smile plastered on her face spoke a different story. It was not a wicked or sadistic smile, but a gentle and remorseful one, like a child trying to make new friends/

"Hi," said Hermione, trying to make conversation, and this was the only thing she could think of at the time.

"Hi," replied Millicent. "You looked great in those outfits."

Hermione took the compliment. "Thanks."

"You're really smart, by the way."

"Again, thank you," now Hermione was completely taken aback by this kindness.

"Millicent," called Daphne. "Come."

Millicent gave a remorseful look before nodding and walking away, leaving a stunned Hermione. Throughout her time at Hogwarts, The other Ravenclaws, and most if not all of the Gryffindors, would often discuss their disliking towards the House of the Snake. So far, the actions of Pansy Parkinson and Professor Snape had confirmed this. So, why was Millicent, and even to a lesser extent, Daphne, showing her even a small form of kindness?

A lot for a girl to think about.

Since Halloween, Professor Dumbledore's mind had been a scattered beehive of various thoughts and possibilities. The Troll Incident, as the students had begun calling it, finally clarified what he had long suspected, that someone was after the Philosopher's Stone, and considering how suspicious Professor Quirrell was acting, he had an idea of who.

Because of this, not only did Dumbledore keep a watchful eye solely on Quirrell, as well as assigning a few portraits for the task. However, currently, he had another task at hand. Right now, he was with the only three people he would say he trusted wholeheartedly. In front of him was Professor Minerva McGonagall, who appeared just as questioning of Dumbledore's actions as always. Professor Severus Snape, whose sneer seemed permanent, but was based on his own discomfort. Rubeus Hagrid, who, to Dumbledore's great amusement, had the enthusiasm akin to a child on Christmas morning, something he would always love and admire in Hagrid.

Where were they? On the Third Floor, the currently forbidden floor of the school. Why were they there? Simply put, to check on the measurements taken to ensure the safeguarding and protection of the Stone. Ensure that there was no way for the assailant to get into the rooms and through the security measures.

Each measure was designed by one of the Hogwarts staff, and after thorough reexamination, Dumbledore was certain that while currently, the Stone was safe, there was no certainty it would remain that way.

As he left the chambers, he turned to his three fellow staff members.

"Have you been able to learn who set the troll free?" asked a concerned McGonagall.

"No, but I do have my suspicions," replied Dumbledore.

"Speaking of the troll, do you think it was still wise not to further the Guardians' punishment for the troll's death," sneered Snape.

"I thought that was rather brave," said Hagrid.

"Severus, they were defending their fellow students," snapped McGonagall.

"Which is something I would expect of the Guardians," reminded Dumbledore.

"Exactly," said Snape certainly. "This is the reason I've been hard on Potter, and even Draco. As Guardians, they should show and conduct themselves in a decisive manner. Not run into whatever problem pops up like school-book heroes."

"In life-or-death situations, I've found that acting on impulses can be beneficial," countered Dumbledore. "It is actually the Guardians that I also wish to discuss as well."

McGonagall, Snape, and Hagrid's gazes all turned attentively to Dumbledore. "I am considering showing them this part of the castle."

"Albus, are you mad?" asked McGonagall concerned.

Dumbledore only smiled at this comment. "According to everyone, yes, but that is beside the point. If they are to be the Guardians of Hogwarts, then they must know of the protections placed upon the school."

"Headmaster, I must agree with Minerva. The fact is, the Guardians, despite their position, are too inexperienced and still adjusting to their new role as Guardians," argued Snape.

"Minerva, Severus, you jump to conclusions. I am not asking them to guard the Stone, just be aware of it," explained Dumbledore.

"Still, sure it's wise to tell the Malfoy boy, considering his father," said Hagrid, speaking for the first time.

"As much as I feel the sins of the father should not burden the son, I have to agree with Hagrid," said Snape, causing McGonagall to inwardly groan at this comment, considering how he treats Harry based on his similarities to James. "Young Draco idolizes his father. If he was to learn about this, surely he'd tell Lucius."

"That is a common fear I have. How much information we must disclose to Mr. Malfoy will be passed onto his father, and thus passed onto unwanted characters," said McGonagall gravely.

"So, then it is our task to guide him on the right path," suggested Dumbledore. "Besides, as Head of the Board of Governors, he already knows the happenings and goings ons at Hogwarts."

"And with Draco, he may have insight to one aspect of the school he's been blinded by," warned McGonagall.

"And what may that be?" asked Dumbledore, already knowing the answer.

"You. You have kept things from the Board and have knowledge of Hogwarts the Board is unaware of. This knowledge Lucius has been blind to. With Draco as a Guardian, he may be able to get insight into your knowledge, at least partial," said Snape.

"Which is why we should guide them on the right path," said Hagrid.

This debate would have continued, if not for a moment when Professor Dumbledore felt and looked unease. The three took immediate notice of this, though this was mainly due to it being a rarity that Dumbledore would lose his composure, even slightly.

"Albus, what is wrong?" asked McGonagall.

For the first time, Dumbledore was uncertain. He has sensed, through Occlumency, the presence of someone else, a fifth party. But they were the only ones there. Scurrying away, after catching enough information to pass on, was a rather large rat, wishing to return to its master.

The serene and peaceful neighborhood of Privet Drive was interrupted midday with a loud pop that altered several pets and caused some heads to turn before the residents returned to their activities.

Moving away from the alley, Lucius eyed and surveyed the neighborhood. Lucius was a man who liked things clean, neat, and orderly. Privet Drive was clean, neat, and orderly, and yet Lucius loathed it. He had even convinced himself that there was a smell to this rotten place, but Lucius would not contest with such disgust and discomfort if it was not of value to him.

Walking up to the fourth house on the street, he saw his destination right ahead, and with it in sight, he had forgotten about his disgust and a smile crept on his face.

Knocking on the door, it did not take long for a boney woman to answer. Lucius inwardly laughed, as this ugly creature was what he always expected a Muggle to look like.

"Hello, Mrs. Dursley," Lucius said in his oily voice. "May I discuss certain issues with you?

Okay, confession time. You're all probably wondering why the late response and update. The simple answer is mental health and anxiety. I recently started three jobs and all of them have been eating my time up, so I've been unable to update. I apologize, but I've been going through a lot.

The Cheerleading thing was just an idea a friend thought of, and I wanted Hermione and the other characters to have more confidence. In truth though, it was only meant to be a fun idea, nothing too serious.

As for Quidditch, I figured if Harry, Ron, and Draco all had positions, it would be interesting and add to some of the drama, as well as give them all a connection. I still dislike Drarry (Linny forever though), but I am now seeing that Draco and Harry have more similarities than they are willing to admit to.

The stuff with Dumbledore, McGonagall, Snape, and Hagrid was meant to show that while the Guardians are protectors, this is still their first year and they are still young. As well as push the Pettigrew plot to its endgame.

There is a cliffhanger.

Because I feel bad about leaving you guys hanging for so long, I am open to any suggestions or ideas.

Please leave a comment.