The Guardian

Disclaimer: and still I own nothing not even a proper computer desk but am willing to trade JKR everything in my pocket for my three favorite men, ::digs in pocket:: well a quarter, a half eaten animal cracker, monkey I think… and a thermometer from work… hmmm better come up with something better.

Chapter 3

Harry rejoined his friends in time to hear Ginny prod Luna. “Come on Lovegood, you know her better than us, you said you met her before. Should we trust her?”
The spacey blonde smiled, “She is who she is. She guards us as we guard her.”
“I’m staring to believe you are as nutters as everyone says.” Ginny said this with no true malice.
“Luna is not nutters.” Neville looked embarrassed at his outburst quiet as it was, “She just… has her own way of putting things.”
“Thank you Neville.” The girl smiled at him. “She is a Guardian, making her as neutral as the one she’s bound to.”
Now what did that mean? ‘The one she’s bound to?’ Hermione looked at her friend. Well she wouldn’t be Luna if she had a straight answer, she supposed.
“But if her loyalties are unknown why do we trust her?” She spoke finally.
Everyone shrugged.
“We know absolutely nothing about her other than Dumbledore knew her and asked her to do something, yet none of us objected to becoming her guard. We’ve known Snape for five years and he’s done nothing but help us yet we don’t trust him.” She was on a roll now.
“She’s familiar. Her scent, the sound of her voice. I think she’s good, or at least not on the dark side.” Harry mumbled. Ginny quickly agreed.
“I think she’s familiar too, but I don’t know why.”
They continued on down the halls each giving their own feelings for trusting the Guardian.
“Ginny I believe you have charms first.” Rhiannon’s voice was right behind them, making them all flush with embarrassment at being caught talking about her.
“Um yes, Rhiannon.” The girl mumbled and almost ran over tiny Professor Flitwick entering his room.
“Luna, it’s Transfiguration for you yes?” The girl was already wandering off. “And potions for you four.”
They nodded in unison.
They started down the stairs, Rhiannon walking with them now. “You are right you know.” They weren’t completely sure what she was talking about but had a pretty good idea.
“We weren’t meaning to insult you.” Ron squeaked.
She turned her hidden gaze on the boy, he really was quiet oblivious to things. “I know Ronald. You are perfectly right to question my trust. You don’t know me. I could promise you I won’t hurt you, at least not intentionally, but a smart witch or wizard would never believe me.” They walked in silence to the dungeons. Out side the door to potions she stopped. “Here, I want each of you to take on of these.” She held out her empty hand, a stack of small parchment squares appearing there. “Give one to the other two when you see them. Draw something on them that means a lot to you, anything you want. I will collect them later tonight.” They looked a bit confused by this request but agreed anyway.
“Are you going to be staying?” Snape’s voice was weary for once when he appeared in the doorway.
Rhiannon turned eyeing him “Depends. If I don’t am I going to have to spend my day replacing jewels?”
The Potions Master scowled before waving the four gryffindors in.
“Potty’s nanny has to walk him to class too. Better check his nappy, might need changing before class.” Draco Malfoy snickered, shaking hands with his two cronies.
“I wish my nanny had looked like you, want a better paying job sexy?”
Snape opened his mouth intending to shut the idiot up but was stopped with a wave of Rhiannon’s had.
“Draco Malfoy.” She shoved the boys shoulder, backing him into the cold stone wall. “Your reputation precedes you.” She stepped closer a flirty smile on her lips. “Such a nice offer, a better paying job huh?” She lined her lips to his and smiled fully when the boy’s mouth fell open. “Accio vox” She muttered and pulled away when an emerald green ball of light drifted out of his mouth. She conjured a small vial and caught the ball. “That should keep your insulting little tongue silent.”
The Slytherin boy opened his mouth but no sounds came out making his pale face redden with anger. “Be nice and I’ll give it back.”
Give it back bitch. He mouthed making Rhiannon laugh. She tossed the vial in the air and watched it spin making it disappear after a second.
“That was not a nice thing to say. Or at least try to say. You’ll get your voice back when you can find it. Remember if it comes out of that vial when you’re not around your voice will be lost forever.”
Draco turned to stare at Snape, his pale eyes wide.
“He didn’t see that, no one did. As far as anyone is concerned I’m merely talking to you.” She lowered her glasses to look into his eyes.
You’re… He mouthed eyes widening.
“So your father has told you about me?”
He nodded.
“So you’ll tell him I’m here as soon as you possibly can.” She stared into his eyes. Now this boy knew Occulmency, but she still slipped past his walls.
A revel, muggle women screaming in pain, the boy merely watching not old enough to join in but he had wanted to, oh how he’d wanted to. A meeting of the death eaters, masked puppets all of them. Blindly obeying the one true leader. The Dark Lord calling him, his red eyes glowing. A request, no an order, the words lost in his mothers crying.
Then the image changed, shifted, became blurrier more disjointed. This was the future what could happen, what would happen.
A tower at night, the cool air moving around her. Power was building, dark and cold. She could see the outline of a wizard before her, raised her wand aiming at his chest. The words were forming on her lips, an unforgivable curse. The killing curse built in her chest. But before it could be uttered green light came from her side. She turned and looked in to a set of familiar eyes, so dark and filled with genuine pain. She whipped back around in time to see the wizard before her fall, recognizing him immediately. She saw herself, and a larger version of the boy, his father, with his hand wrapped around her throat the air being squeezed out of her. Pain shout through her belly and blood oozed down her legs.
Rhiannon gasped before shoving her glasses up again, Draco didn’t look much better having turned a green color.
“You know I can send you to a place much worse than Azkaban.” she spoke slowly, her words measured.
Draco nodded.
“You know why I am so useful.”
Another nod
“Tell your father I know, tell your father where I am and I’ll make sure your mother spends eternity in a place of nothingness. Forever alive but never feeling. Slowly driving herself as mad as your dear aunt.”
The boy was shaking now, fear for his mother shinning in his eyes. Words of pleading on his silent lips.
“Go.” She hissed; the hall around them had grown cold, the torches in the walls freezing. She glared at Snape a moment making the grown man shiver.
“Watch the boy Severus.” She hissed over her shoulder as she walked away. She needed to get away, needed to sort out what she had seen.


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