AN: Hi guys, here's the next BONUS chapter, sorry for the delay I didn't realise we were building up so many power stones so quickly. Thanks for the support!
It took a while to explain the concept of Quidditch to their mother, but Connor and Blake eventually got the job done, and when he finally understood, she was thrilled. Carol had been wanting to meet their friends ever since Blake had joined Hogwarts, and now, finally, she was getting the opportunity.
"You better not be embarrassing, Mum," Blake warned her.
"Oh, shut up, Blake," she responded, rolling her eyes and swatting his arm lightly. "I'm just excited!"
"Well, you can be excited around Blakey's friends, but don't be excited around my friends, Mum."
"Shut up, Connor."
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The following weeks went by relatively quickly for Blake - learning about new spells and new incantations, all the way up to seventh year.
Once I get the message from Sirius, I've got to dedicate all my spare time into searching for the soul splitting spell and Horcruxes, and anything good I find in there. I have to finish this sh*t by the end of the summer.
He decided that he would practice them soon - during the night at the World Cup most likely, given the Trace wouldn't be able to work then.
Realistically, I'll get them all first time, he thought, with no small amount of ego.
"What're you smiling about like an idiot?"
"Shut up, Connor. Y'know, I've just realised that I'll turn 17 before you."
"And…?"
"My Trace will disappear a year before yours. So, anytime you piss me off…" He held up his wand, grinning threateningly.
Connor just snorted.
"Alright, buddy."
"Don't get sassy with me, b*tch boy," Blake said, lunging at Connor, laughing as they began to wrestle - until…
"MUMMM!!! Blake's hitting me!!!"
As Carol thundered her way up the stairs, already screaming at Blake, the older boy simply stared at his younger brother in disbelief, and Connor tried not to laugh.
"I'm gonna-"
"BLAKE!!!! ARE YOU LISTENING TO ME?!?!?"
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A couple weeks later, Blake had gone out for a run.
"Blake! Come here!"
"What's going on, Mum?" he said, wiping his face down.
"You've got a letter. I think it's magic too - I can't open it."
"What?" he said, slightly concerned. Why am I getting magic letters through the Muggle mail?
"Don't touch it, Mum," he said, moving to get his wand, fearing that it could be cursed.
"You mean pardon, Blake. And it's from the Greenglasses," Carol said, reading the name from the front. "Ah, no - the Greengrasses. The name does sound familiar…"
Blake let out a sigh of relief.
"It's Daphne's family."
"Oh, your crush?"
"Probably got a seal on it so only I can open it," Blake said, ignoring his mother's comment. "I think it's the Quidditch tickets. Pass it here."
"Pass it here, please, you mean."
Blake rolled his eyes.
"Please pass it here pretty please, dearest mother!"
"Don't get sassy with me, young man!"
But Blake wasn't listening any more.
"What's wrong?" she said, looking concerned at the shocked expression on Blake's face.
"Huh? Oh, nothing," he said smoothly. "I just wasn't expecting them to look this cool." He handed over the tickets to his mother, who was immediately enamoured with the mini-magic and colour and decoration on the tickets.
"I'm gonna have a quick shower," he said, before rushing upstairs into his bedroom and slamming the door behind him, before pulling out a small but almost quartz-like scroll. Blake's heart was beating faster than it had been during his run, almost as fast as it had been during that first confrontation with Voldemort.
Taking in a deep breath, he began to read.
Dear Mr Blake Renshaw,
I hope our efforts and due diligence in sending this letter through Muggle channels was appropriate and well executed. Unfortunately, given recent events at Hogwarts and within wider society and business, certain individuals may be attempting to interfere with our mail, and we already are sure of attempts of espionage, which is why we took such measures. Fortunately, these people have no way of tracking mail to us, so please feel free to respond to our letter through regular channels.
Let us begin by thanking you for assisting Daphne throughout the last few years. As you are aware, we Greengrasses are generally very reserved in matters of Muggles and muggleborns, for reasons Daphne has already stated. However, you have proved yourself to be the exception to most muggleborn people we encounter. All though we by no means take the position of the likes of Albus Dumbledore or even our daughters in these matters, we have to say that we certainly have shifted our opinion, and in no small way because of you.
As you know, we and Daphne share a close relationship. As such, we have been privy to many details of your initial relationship, and eventual friendship, up until the present moment. At almost every significant event, we have been thoroughly impressed with your talent and work ethic, as well as your desire to learn and integrate with wizarding society while also using Muggle ingenuity simultaneously. We were also impressed to learn of your spell creation skill, and apparent business acumen - in all honesty, we also had similar ideas during our time at Hogwarts!
The biggest signal that we received of your talent was Daphne herself. As I'm sure you know by now, the girl is not easily impressed at all, and between us, she seems to hold you in higher prestige than she holds herself - a feat very few can boast of. (Please do not tell her we said this - Celia). Of course, Astoria also holds you in extremely high regard, but she's an extraordinarily kind child, and saving one's life tends to make one very fond of one's saviour.
However, we digress.
The purpose of the letter is to offer you the official position of Field Research Analyst and Resource Procurer within Greengrass Limited.
Currently, this position is only occupied by one other individual - that being Daphne herself. Greengrass Limited is one of the larger companies in Britain, home to 50 employees, although we are aware that Muggle enterprises of the same scale are generally much larger on average.
Greengrass Limited operates in two industries: magical real estate and potions - however, we are pleased to tell you (in strict confidence) recently, we have taken the decision to expand our ventures into defence and protection, for reasons that I am sure you are very aware of.
Of course, you are still only 14 years old, and your current position is merely a reflection of work that you already do with Daphne, but we would like to familiarise you with how the company operates and our culture. Once our position and associated administrative tasks are completed, and you are of school-leaving age, we are planning on offering you the formal position of Chief Defence and Protection Officer (CDPO) - of course, upon receipt of the OWLs and NEWTs required.
Daphne and Astoria both claim that your combat acumen is second to none in the entire student body of Hogwarts, and Daphne in particular referenced a practice duel with Professor Lupin, which you won. We know Professor Lupin, and even had the 'privilege' of watching the man fight against forces of the Dark Lord, so we understand that your reputation is not an exaggeration. Beyond this, we were also made aware of the events at the beginning of your first year. No ordinary wizard, let alone at your age, could have done what you have done.
Speaking of the Dark Lord, however, there are many nuances in current wizarding society that, despite your aptitude, remain foreign to you - small prejudices, judiciary proceedings, factions within the Ministry, to name but a few. We are sure that the obvious question on where we stand with regards to blood purity and muggleborns, and specifically with the Dark Lord, is a prominent matter on your mind. Let us clarify our position now.
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