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"You sure you don't want a few more minutes to rest?"
Theseus raised an eyebrow.
"No need. I think I've got the hang of it." Rock glanced at his Engraved Magic Book. The numbers looked good.
"Alright."
Theseus opened the box again. This time the cold was noticeably heavier, but Rock was ready. He didn't hesitate.
"Expecto Patronum!"
Silver-white mist burst from his wand in a powerful rush. This time it wasn't affected by the Dementor at all.
"Not bad."
Theseus nodded in satisfaction. Rock had clearly found his rhythm.
But instead of pushing for more, Rock deliberately pulled back on the power. Whenever the Dementor tried to advance, he increased the output. Whenever it tried to retreat, he eased off.
Gradually, Theseus's expression grew more and more strange.
"This kid… only the second time facing one and he's already playing with it."
After a while, the Dementor let out a soundless roar of frustration and dove straight back into the box.
The lid snapped shut. Rock looked confused. "Uncle Theseus, what's it doing?"
"Probably realized you were messing with it," Theseus muttered, walking over and knocking on the box.
The box didn't move. The Dementor clearly had no interest in coming out again.
Theseus turned to Rock. "No choice then. Can you cast it properly now?"
Rock checked his Engraved Magic Book and nodded. "Close enough."
"Good. Show me."
Rock raised his wand. He reached for a happy memory in his mind, then swung the wand forward.
"Expecto Patronum!"
Silver mist poured out and slowly took shape. A clear, ringing caw echoed through the basement as a raven-like Patronus spread its wings and soared through the silver light.
"Very Ravenclaw," Theseus murmured.
A small smile tugged at Rock's mouth. The raven glided down and landed on his hand, meeting his gaze.
"It's got awareness."
"Grandpa, my Patronus can deliver messages," Rock said, looking at Theseus.
Theseus blinked, then stepped forward quickly. "Try it."
"Little guy, go to the living room and tell Grandpa I've got it."
Rock tapped his wand lightly. The silver raven blinked once, then took flight and passed straight through the wall.
A few moments later, the basement door opened. Newt and Tina appeared at the top of the stairs.
"Looks like it really works," Theseus said, still a little stunned. Rock's talent was something else. He'd only faced a Dementor twice and had already produced a fully formed Patronus.
"I got your message, little Rock." Newt walked over and ruffled Rock's hair. "Looks like your practice paid off."
Tina glanced at the wooden box, then came to stand beside Rock. "How was it? Facing a Dementor… was it awful?"
"It was alright," Rock said. "The thing just doesn't take teasing very well."
Theseus gave Rock a light swat on the back of the head. "Please. From what I saw, you cast a Patronus on your second try. I'd say the Dementor's lucky it still has a brain left."
"Otherwise I might not be able to send it back."
At Theseus's words, the box gave a sudden thump.
It still refused to come out.
"Looks like I need to return it," Theseus said, shaking his head.
Tina spoke gently. "In that case, let's go upstairs. The whole basement smells terrible now."
Rock nodded quickly. He'd noticed the moment Tina came in — his grandmother really didn't like the Dementor's stench.
Normal people usually didn't.
The next morning, Rock woke to the sound of lively voices coming from the living room downstairs.
He got dressed and headed down. The first thing he saw was Queenie and Jacob sitting on the couch. Queenie turned at the sound of his footsteps and smiled the moment she saw him.
"Oh! My little Rock!"
She crossed the room in a few quick steps and pulled him into a warm hug. "Good morning, Rock."
"Good morning, Grandma Queenie. Grandpa Jacob." Rock greeted Jacob as well, who was sitting on the couch with a big smile on his face.
"Little Rock, we should've come at the start of the holidays," Jacob said, chuckling as he patted his round belly. "But something came up."
"Need any help?" Rock asked, tilting his head. Whatever had delayed them must have been serious if it kept Queenie and Jacob away this long.
"No, no. It's all handled," Queenie said softly. "Let me get a good look at you. You've grown so tall."
"He really has," Tina agreed. "When he came home for the holidays, I was shocked. The robes I made for him last year don't even fit anymore."
Queenie pulled Rock down to sit beside her. "If it weren't almost time for school, I'd take you to America with me. I was hoping you could stay with me for a few days."
"You could stay here with me for a few days too," Tina said with a laugh.
"Still, Jacob doesn't do well with the climate here," Queenie replied. The difference between here and America was just too big.
Rock studied Jacob quietly. Compared to last year, the man looked noticeably older.
It made sense. Most ordinary people didn't live this long.
Immortality potion.
The thought made Rock reach for the small device hanging around his neck. He took it out. "Grandma Queenie, Grandpa Jacob… I was thinking that once I'm back at Hogwarts, I could ask a professor for help trying to brew an immortality potion."
Queenie's hand flew to her mouth. "That's… the Philosopher's Stone? I thought it was destroyed."
Every Ministry of Magic had been paying close attention after Nicolas Flamel's death. Before he passed, Dumbledore and Flamel had released a joint statement saying the Stone had been destroyed.
Newt gently ruffled Rock's hair. "Flamel gave the Stone to Rock. Very few people know about it."
Queenie nodded quickly and covered Rock's hand with her own. "Sweetheart, put it away."
She looked genuinely worried that someone might find out the Stone was with him.
"As for brewing an immortality potion or anything like that," she said seriously, "your grandfather Jacob and I would much rather you just focus on keeping yourself safe."
"This isn't something simple. It's best if no one else knows about it."
Rock scratched his head. He actually had a way to brew it, but it would take time and careful steps. Looking at Jacob's condition, though, he might really need Snape's help.
"Listen to your grandmother," Jacob said with a warm laugh. "I've already lived longer than most people ever get to. Your grandmother and Newt have given me plenty of good things over the years. I'm more than satisfied with the time I've had."