It had been five years since Freya Potter escaped the wizarding world.
Who would have known that was the best decision she could have taken?
And of course,getting black out drunk and accidentally getting magically married to a stranger on her 21st...
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WHEN SHE WAS YOUNGER,FREYA OFTEN WONDERED HOW her 'Potter Luck' came to be. After some research,Freya discovered that every Potter had it.Even those married to a Potter had bits of it with them. But she never did figure out how she was blessed(cursed) with it. Maybe some divine being out there decided to bless her family with good luck,before becoming annoyed with them,and cursing them with bad luck? Both luck's working well with each other so that no Potter's could die because of it.
That actually made perfect sense if she actually thought about it.
It could also explain how she got into this new mess.
The tension in the room was unbearable as both she and the man in front of her assessed each other,waiting for the other to attack. She could admit,the man in front of her was tall,handsome,and totally her type. Yet just because he was her type did not mean she could not sense what what he was. A Hunter.
She had encountered many of these men and women since she stepped foot in the U.S. and had enough time to sense the different souls?auras?That they had. And the man in front of her definitely felt like a hunter.
"What did you do to me?",he demanded with a confused tone in his voice. He closed his eyes quickly before trying to focus on the woman in front of him but it was difficult with all the new feelings erupting in his chest.
Freya looked around the motel room,then at the unmade bed,before glancing at their semi-naked bodies and looking at him with a raised eyebrow as if saying 'do I really have to spell it out?'. Yet before he could say a word,her eyes caught on to a shiny object on his left hand. More specifically,his finger,"You're married?!"
"So are you!",the man yelled back.
Both of them processed their words before looking at their hands in shock before glancing back up,"I'm not married!"
The two of them relaxed slightly before freaking out about what this could mean. Freya ran her fingers through her hair,"Oh Merlin,don't tell me we got married in Vegas?!"
"We're in Palo Alto."
"Oh you know what I mean!",Freya snapped before looking down at her ring. What on Tommy Riddle's non-existent nose happened last night?! Yet,the man's voice broke her out of thoughts once more before she could break down.
"We got a tattoo?!"
This immediately made her eyes focus on her wrist. Her wrist that now boldly held the Deathly Hallows mark on it. She could see how well it was made and even the tiny letters S.W. on the bottom of one of its corners. Freya looked over at the man's wrist and noticed that he had the exact same mark in the exact same place with her initials on it.
She knew what it was and could feel the color drain from her face,"Oh no.no.no.NO. NO! This cannot be happening!"
