A Forbidden Stroll/Delivery (Freya, Open)

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Michael sighed as he strolled along to Hagrid's Old Hut. He missed that lovable half-Giant. But alas, the Hut now belonged to Freya. And she agreed to help him out with a deal. He was getting a shipment of Dragon Tears today, an ingredient used in most healing potions. Of course, it also had many, many uses in various kinds of other potions, mainly those used offensively as hand-thrown weapons. It was a good thing the Headmistress approved of his illegal actions, otherwise he'd have to do sneak around.

He didn't like sneaking around when it came to potions.

He walked up to Freya's Hut and was about to knock when he got an idea. It was a horrible idea, but it was going to be so worth it. So, he mustered up his Londoner voice, and pounded on her door. "Freya Littlefield, Metropolitan Police Service, open up!" He grinned as he stood to the side of the door. Oh, he loved his days as a detective.

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Freya had been pouting the entire time she was in her huthome. She had, unfortunately for her, agreed to help the other professor before he had even told her what they were going to do. Or, rather, where they were going to do it. She had been afraid of the Forbidden Forest ever since her first year at Hogwarts. Even till this day, she hasn't told anyone the story of what happened in there, the thought of even telling someone never crossed her mind.

Letting out a sigh, she secured her wand in the holster that was placed around her upper thigh on top of her jeans. She didn't particularly enjoy wearing it, but after getting her wand knicked and lectured by her co-worker, Professor McBride, she wasn't exactly in the mood to hear another one, now she could point out to him that she, indeed, did own one.

"Come on, Ollie! We're going into for a walk!" Was all she needed to say. In no time, her blue merle Australian Shepherd was by her side. Barking and ready. She was about to grab her jacket when she heard a banging on the door.

""Freya Littlefield, Metropolitan Police Service, open up!"

She froze right in her spot. She had heard that way too many times for her likings. Luckily, she had never gotten caught with anything.

"I haven't gotten anything! I've been clean for," she paused. This was Hogwarts. There were no Muggles. "months.." Freya grabbed the handle to her door, "Oliver, herd." As soon as the words left her lips, Oliver was barking, begging to herd as it was in his blood. She opened the door wide open, smirking as soon as the sight of Oliver nipping hard at Michael's ankles came into view.

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Michael chuckled at Freya's response. He was holding his hands in his pocket, smiling as he waited for her to come out. What he didn't expect, however, was for her dog to start nipping at his ankles. He started to back up away from the dog, before he looked up at Freya.

"Oi! No fair," Michael said, backing away as her dog kept biting at his ankles. "Please call off your dog!" He said, stepping back more. Pulling his shrunken broom out of his pocket, he enlarged it, and flew just high enough to escape the dog's reach. He looked at Freya.

"I apologize for startling you with the announcement. Just miss being a cop. Now please call off your dog!" He flew a little higher. This wasn't funny.

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"Oi! No fair," she heard Michael say as he backed up from Oliver who was in no mood to back off. He was excited, ht thought he was actually herding livestock. "Please call off your dog!" Michael called before taking out his broom and getting on it, getting out of Oliver's reach.

"I apologize for startling you with the announcement. Just miss being a cop. Now please call off your dog!"

"Oh, stop being a baby," Freya laughed out before looking down at Oliver who was getting more wound up. "Ollie, enough love. No more herding." The blue merle looked at her, whining before walking back over to her. She shut the door behind her before pointing to the holster that was holding her wand for her. "I told you I had one. Brand new, too." Once Michael acknowledged it, she threw her bag over her shoulder that contained her Invisibility Cloak, which not many people knew she had. Freya knew she had to be as brave as she could be in front of her co-worker tonight, and she knew that. But the blond was never really brave, no. She was a raven, not a lion for a reason. She kept telling herself that if anything bad happened, not only did she have her Cloak, which was her safety net, but she had Oliver with her whom she knew would never let anything bad happen.

"Get your arse off that thing so we can start this, yeah?"

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"I told you I had one. Brand new, too." He raised an eyebrow at the holster, and shrugged. He didn't care if she had one or not, he just hoped that it stood up to the test. "Get your arse off that thing so we can start this, yeah?" Michael grinned.

"I dunno, I kinda like the view," Michael said, before jumping off, shrinking his broom. He winced, grabbing his knee, before he took a breath and motioned to the Forest. "Well then, shall we?" He started walking towards the Forest, making sure his wand holster was open enough for him to get his wand quickly. Something told him that Jack, the one selling him the Dragon Tears, had something up his sleeve. He always did.

"Alright, if you're going to be helping me, then you'll have to know about Jack, my ingredient dealer," Michael said. "He's shifty, so watch every move he and his mates make. He's also rather paranoid, and quick to anger, so whatever you do, keep your mouth shut, and your eyes on his men." Michael clenched his fist, then unclenched it. He looked around, looking for any sign of disturbance. "He's also a squib, as are the rest of his squad, so they'll be using firearms," Michael looked at Freya.

"Muggle weaponry. Don't underestimate them, or you'll either end up dead or on the end of my experience as a field medic; it isn't pretty." Michael stepped over a log. "He's also very knowledgeable on the Magical world, so don't go questioning every move he does. That would fall in the 'shut it' category." He didn't mean any offense, he just wanted to be clear how dangerous this paranoid squib with a rifle was.

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"Muggle weaponry. Don't underestimate them, or you'll either end up dead or on the end of my experience as a field medic; it isn't pretty. He's also very knowledgeable on the Magical world, so don't go questioning every move he does. That would fall in the 'shut it' category."

When Michael told her all of this, she couldn't help to feel nalstagic. She felt like she was back in London, about to go do a drug deal. Quickly, she took off her bag and handed it to Oliver. "Go in through the back door and stay there." Once Oliver barked and started to run back she looked at Michael, "I've done drug deals in London, a lot of sketchy places and I've been held at point blank, before.." Her voice got quiet as she watched her feet while the two walked so she didn't have to look at Michael in the eye. She was quite ashamed of being addicted to Muggle drugs and she really didn't want to go into her past of dating a Muggle who was also a drug dealer.

"Don't worry," she said, finally looking up at him, smiling slightly, "I'm not going to say anything unless you tell me to." Freya wasn't in the mood to have a gun pointed at her for more reason than she was there for.

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Michael watched the forest as Freya told her dog to go home. Good, not only would it keep him safe, it would also allow Michael to operate freely. Taking a potion out of his pocket, he popped the cork and downed it, the pain in his leg disappearing.

"I've done drug deals in London, a lot of sketchy places and I've been held at point blank, before.." Michael kept looking through the forest. "Not by an assault rifle, you haven't," Michael muttered. Oh, how he ached for the familiar feeling of his gun in his holster on his hip. It would be much more comforting than his wand, strangely.

"Don't worry. I'm not going to say anything unless you tell me to." Michael nodded. They kept walking for a good half an hour - and a good few kilometers - when he saw the clearing where the deal would take place. Six armed men were standing around the clearing, and a large sleigh was in the middle, with a smaller one next to it. A tall, read-headed man was sitting on the door of the sleigh, and behind him were the contents: several large tungsten oil drums of Dragon Tears. Dragon tears were almost as hot as their flames, and often coveted by arsonists. The Tungsten was so that the handlers didn't feel the heat. The red-headed man, Jack, smiled.

"Michael, old friend!" He said in a very stereotypical Irish accent, jumping off the back of the sleigh. He walked over, smiling. That frightened Michael. Since when did Jack smile? Jack walked up and shook his hand, grinning. "It's good to see you!" Michael's eyebrows went up.

"What's wrong with you?" He asked. Jack grinned even more. "New medication from the Doc. Stopped all me nightmares and sour personalities." He turned to Freya, and smiled. "And who's this little thing?"

Michael stepped in front of her. "She's no one, Jack. Now, the cargo?" Jack nodded, and practically jumped over to the oil drums. "Now, what we have here is-" Michael held up his hand and pulled out a flask.

"I know what you say you have, Jack, but I'd like to see it for myself." Michael pupped open a cap on one of the drums, modified to fit a flask like the one he had in his hand inside. He filled the flask halfway, pinched some Salt of Saint Peter inside, corked it, and shook it up. He then thew it against the ground, and a large burst of white flames exploded upwards, making Michael duck back. It was quite a show. After the fire had burned out, Michael grinned.

"Ah, Dragon Tears. Almost as hot as Thermite-" "With twice the flash!" Jack laughed out. Michael recapped the oil drum and jumped down from the sleigh. Turning to Jack, he shook the madman's hand.

"Now, the money has already been transferred to-" Michael stopped speaking when he turned to face Jack. The man was aiming a Beretta 92FS at his face. "Jack, what're you doing?" Jack grinned.

"Now, the Dragon Tears aren't the only reason we're out here, Michael," Jack said. The rest of the armed guards were training their weapons on the two now. "We came out here to repay that fiasco back in Belarus," Michael chuckled at that.

"I thought were were square with that!" Jack nodded. "We were. Until I made the recent discovery of you ripping me off!" Michael raised an eyebrow. "We found out that Belorussian BugBear Fangs are worth three times what you offered us!" Michael shrugged. "It's not my fault that you don't know the proper value of things, Jack." Michael glared at Jack as the armed men closed in. As soon as one was close enough, Michael wrenched the AK-74 from his grasp and shot thrice into his chest.

The rest of the men aimed at Michael, but he pushed them away with 'The Force', the magical ability he had developed. He looked at Freya, and picked up a rifle. "Aim and shoot!" Michael yelled, tossing the rifle to Freya. Michael fired at two more men, ending them instantly. He looked at Jack, and fired twice into the man's skull, blowing grey matter to anywhere behind him. More of the men got up, and fired at Michael, causing him to hide behind the large sleigh.

"No, you bloody idiot! You'll ignite the Dragon Tears!" Michael heard. He fired again, killing two more. He looked at Freya.

"Now would be a good time to help!" He yelled, before a man came up behind him. The man placed Michael in a choke hold, causing Michael to gasp for air. He elbowed the man, causing him to release. Lightweight. He twisted around the man, taking his arm with him, before grabbing his neck and snapping it. He sighed, and leaned against the large sleigh. All was quiet.

"Well," Michael said, looking up. "I think that went quite well."

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Freya had let out a yawn as she tied her hair up into a pony tail. They had been walking for about thirty minutes now. How long was this going to take? Michael had said it wasn't going to be that deep into the Forest, but aparently, he wasn't telling the truth, she thought in her head, instantly frowning at the man beside her.

Seeing the clearing with six armed men instantly made Freya tense up, why exactly did she agree to this? Oh yes, that was because Michael had made this seem a lot easier and less dangerous when he had proposed it to her. Her green hues flied quickly over the shipment before occupying the armed men once more, making a mental note to stay close to Michael. Freya wasn't looking forward to what was going to go down—she knew that. The professor wanted nothing more to tell the other that she had a bad feeling about this and she really wanted to get out of there. Not only were there six men with Muggle weapons, much faster than wands, but she was terrified of the Forest. It toook all of Freya just not to shake at the fear that was growing inside her.

Freya wasn't paying much attention to what Michael and the guy he was doing the deal with, no, she was much too busy watching the other five men, making sure one of them didn't shoot. She had never been shot and she certainly wasn't planning on it ever happening.

"And who's this little thing?" She heard the dealer say. Instantly forgetting she wasn't going to speak unless Michael said she could, her mouth opened slightly to retort, but her co-worker had stepped in front of her.

Before she knew it, Michael was walking over to the shipment, throwing something at the ground, setting white flames to the ground. Freya's reflexes took over and she ducked, covering her face. The tall blond looked through her fingers while straightening up, scrunching her face slightly as it were too bright for her to just stare at. This was actually the first time that she had witnessed dragon tears and seeing as it was, she planned on writing down every detail about the display so she could do some research of her own. After all, the Headmistress did send her a memo to get a one-year-old Welsh Green.

Once the flames had died down, she looked back over to find the dealer pointing his gun at Michael's face. Her breathing picked up as she could feel a few of the men pointing their guns at her. She wanted nothing more than to reach her wand but even Freya knew that the guns were faster, she could be shot and killed by the time she touched her wand.

"Now, the Dragon Tears aren't the only reason we're out here, Michael. We came out here to repay that fiasco back in Belarus."

"Mi-Michael.." She tried to say but had only managed to speak slightly above a whisper. Now she was certainly more frightened than she had ever wanted to be. It was her and Michael against six Squibs with Muggle weaponry? Surely this would be not been a problem if they were not guns.

In what seemed less than a second, her co-worker was shooting the man three times in the chest. She shrieked in horror, not able to grasp what was going on. Did Michael—Michael McBride who she thought was a big softy, someone who really wouldn't harm anyone—just shoot some man?

"Aim and shoot!" Michael barked at her as he threw a rifle to her. Hell no, Freya thought. She was not going to shoot a man.

She looked down at the gun, stunned by what Michael wanted her to do. Not only was she stunned by that, but she was also frozen at was all that was going on around her.

"Now would be a good time to help!"

"Fuck this," she muttered, grabbing her wand and pulling it out.

"Oi, what do you think you're doing?!" A man shouted at her, moving to point his gun at her.

Too slow, "reducto" she yelled, the gun bursting into hundreds of pieces as soon as the spell hit. Once the man stumbled back, she threw a nonverbal petrificus totalus at the man.

"Confringo!" rolled off her tongue quickly, causing an explosion in front of the man who was running at Michael, who was too busy with other men. When she saw that he had apparently hit his head on something, laying unconscious on the ground, she looked for the last man. But, what Freya wasn't aware of was that he was right behind her. She quickly figured this out when he grabbed her arm, but after doing what she did for years, any woman would have quite the fast reaction to a man grabbing their arm. Once her fist connected with the man's jaw, she shouted, "stupefy!" stunning and knocking out cold the last man.

Her eyes surveyed the ground, looking at the three men she had simply just stunned or knocked unconscious and then the three men that Michael had killed.

Now that she didn't have to stun people to save her life, her body started to shake violently, she had never been so scared in her entire life. Sure, she had been held at with a gun before, but it was one man. This was six, three of which were just murdered by her colleague.

"Well, I think that went quite well." Michael said, eventually looking at her, probably not noticing that his friend was in shock.

The blond slowly spoke, her voice almost trembling as much as her body, "Y-y-you ju-just.. M-Michael.." she couldn't even finish her sentence as she wanted nothing more to be back in her hut, minding her own business and cuddling with her dog and cat on her couch, reading a good book around dragons. One of her shaky hands covered her mouth, her eyes watering up, feeling a panic attack forming. Freya had never claimed to be brave. She was a Raven, not a Lion. She liked reading and learning new things, not fighting. The only type of brave Freya knew how to be was walk down a run way in front of thousands of people.

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Michael sighed contently as he pulled out a pack of cigarettes and pulled out a cancer stick. Putting the pack away, he took out his wand and was about to light his dragstick when he noticed his companion on this little venture standing stock still in the middle of the firing range. He put his wand away, and walked over to Freya.

"Y-y-you ju-just.. M-Michael.." He then noticed her trembling frame and her eyes watering up. She was going into shock, but her mind also couldn't cope with the stress fast enough. He grabbed her in an embrace, the way he would a teammate who went off the deep end.

He shushed as he rubbed her back. "It's alright, it's alright, the fight's over. It's all over," He had to do this with a few of the kids who joined the SAS, and started going into shock after their first mission as special operations. Other than that... he actually didn't know how to comfort someone almost his own age cope with combat. He hoped he wouldn't have to do that with his children, so he never really expected this.

He reached into his coat and pulled out a flask, popping the cork and placing it in her hands. "Drink this, it'll help," It was a mix between a calming potion, Fire Whiskey, and the potion called "Soldier's Salvation". It was often brewed to prevent the nightmares that would come and symptoms of Post-Traumatic Stress Disorder, or PTSD. He called it the Shrink Potion.

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While standing there, trying to grasp what was going on, Freya never even noticed that Michael had walked up to her. Jumping instantly at someone pulling her into an embrace, she started to tremble more until she heard his voice.

"It's alright, it's alright, the fight's over. It's all over," he soothed as rubbed her back. Freya rested her head easily on Michael's shoulder as she was only an inch shorter than him. She tried to focus everything on his voice, she didn't want to picture what she had just witnessed. Was her body even shaking still? Most likely, but she couldn't concentrate enough to tell.

"Drink this, it'll help." She heard him speak. She looked up to find him placing a flask in her hand. The blond nodded slightly, bringing the flask to her mouth with a trembling hand. While taking a few sips, if she had been fine, she would have laughed no doubt at there being Fire Whiskey in it. She didn't know the other contents, the Fire Whiskey was most of the taste. Once she handed it back to him, she immediately placed her head back onto his shoulder, hiding her face, awaiting for the potion to take its effect. She knew Michael would want to hurry up and get all of this back to.. where ever he wanted to take it to, he had never mentioned. But Freya was in no condition to even move until she could stop trembling.

After a couple minutes, her quivering was at a minimum. She couldn't fully stop, but it was much more manageable. She lifted her head slowly, wiping her eyes from tears that had escaped. She looked at his shoulder before looking at Michael. "I'm sorry, I've gotten your jacket a little wet.." She took in a deep breath, only managing to give him a faint half-smile.

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