Esmond Sinclair was just a regular kid until at 13 his parents told him he was adopted and who his real parents were, as it was written in his birth parents will. You see Esmond was a squib, born of magic. His parents died in the war. Esmond kept his secret for the next 10 years. He got a job, a career. Esmond worked his way through the ranks at MI5 the national security agency, with a couple passes back and forth with MI6 and a one time loan to the CIA. Then one yell from his boss changed everything
"Sinclar!" a tall man with what he thinks is a sporty mustache yelled at me from the door of the break room. My boss Dave. A real hardass. He transferred here from a field office in Edinburgh, Dave just doesn't get you can't talk like that to English people.
"Yes, Sir. What do you need?" I say trying to hold in my sarcasm. I stand from the table I'm drinking my tea at in the break room.
"Sinclar! I don't know what you did but the Director wants to see you in his office now. Get moving!" Dave yells in the small space, spittle sticking to his mustache. He doesn't move from his position blocking the door, forcing me to skirt around the mountain of a man. Good thing I'm a tad scrawny. The Director's office is on the top floor, 5 stories up. I never take the elevator anymore, it is a long story involving Argentina and a llama. The personal secretary sends me in with but a glance. The Director's office looks like a navy captain's room of an old wooden ship of the line. The entire room is made of wood or so it seems. Hardwood floors and solid oak bookshelves. In the center of the room is the Director's desk. The same desk that all his predecessors sat behind. Behind it is the Director. An aging man with slicked-back silver hair and a perfect English mustache, not the hairy caterpillar Dave has.
"You wanted to see me personally Director?" I say not letting any of my emotions show through.
"Esmond Sinclair. Just the man I needed. You and I have a luncheon in 30 minutes at 1 Downing. So walk with me or we will be late. Oh, and call me Will."
"Um Will, Sir why is this so last minute and why are we going to the prime minister?" I say slowly trying to contain myself.
"Well, Esmond this is partially to do with your real parents and partially to do with something only a dozen or so people in the government know about. So Esmond do keep any questions for the lunch." The Director says nonchalantly. He has done this before it seems. "Esmond do not worry, this is merely about a promotion of sorts." I remain silent and follow the Director out of the building (taking the elevator, yuck) and into a waiting car. We cross the river and arrive at number 1 Downing Street 20 minutes later with not a word was spoken between the two of us. The Director and I are hurried into the building by support staff and escorted through a though security check before being allowed into a small study. Inside were 3 other people, a square-jawed woman with greying auburn hair that I have never seen before, the prime minister, and, My God, Her Majesty the Queen. Upon seeing the Queen I give a small bow, it is not every day you see the Queen of England.
"Your Majesty, I… I was not aware you were attending this meeting, I must dutifully apologize for the state of my appearance." I say making my way into the room, only slightly stuttering. I am not wearing a suit or anything as I was paling on lounging around the office doing some paperwork.
"Ma'am this is Esmond Sinclair-nee Potter" The Director introduced me. At hearing my full name the unknown woman's eyes lit up with recognition. She then took out a monocle from her coat pocket, as if she wasn't paying attention before.
"I am pleased to meet you, Esmond," the Queen said extending her hand. I shook it, gently. Most americans think you address the Queen as a fragile little woman, but she is the head of state and treated much more like a king of medieval times, and less like a lady. If I didn't know any better I'd say she had a Webley statched in her handbag. Well, she just might.
"Now for the record, let the interview begin. Today is the 7th of August 1991. It is currently 12:55 pm. This meeting is between Her Majesty the Queen, the prime minister John Major. the Director of MI5 William Wallson, SSA Esmond Sinclair-nee Potter, and Director Madam Amelia Bones. This record is of level 0 classification. Viewing of this record without classification is punishable by treason. The topic of discussion Interview of Esmond Sinclair-nee Potter." The Director got straight to the point turning on the tape recorder on the small table.
"Esmond Sinclair, 165cm 65 kilograms, black hair, dark blue eyes, IQ 165. Biological Parents Charlus and Dorea Potter. Esmond state your full name for voice record." He's my boss I have to do as I'm told, even if I don't quite like it.
" Esmond Sinclair-nee Potter"
"Esmond, are you aware of the truth of your parents?"
"Yes, sir. When my real parents died little over 10 years ago it was revealed through there will that Charlus and Dorea Potter were my birth parents."
"And?" And, they know, how do they know!
"This is the classified stuff, we already know, we just need you to say it. Madam Bones here is even one of them." The Queen spoke.
"My parents were magical people. A witch and a wizard. But I'm not, so I was cast out and given to the Sinclairs, who died in a car collision two years ago. I don't understand what this is about." I said shaken.
"Mr. Sinclair-nee Potter, can I call you ?" The other woman, Madam Bones said.
"I guess so. I usually just go by Esmond, or Agent Sinclair as MI5 knows me."
"Well, Esmond then. Esmond, I am a member of the Ministry of Magic. A secret branch of the government. A branch devoted to the magical citizens of this country, and Ireland, my Ministry keeps our worlds separated but a select few." She waved her hand around the room.
"Just us people?" I interrupted asking her.
"All magical people know about the non-magical world. But other than people related to magical people, only the primary royal family, past prime ministers, and the Directors of MI5 and 6. My role in all of this and the position I hold in the ministry of magic is that of Director of Magical Law Enforcement. The role that we were hoping you could play would be that of a liaison, a position the Queen requires to be held by a squib, or what we call a child of magic parents without magic. This position has only been in existence for about 12 years or so toward the height of the last wizarding civil war. I have a book you can read about all of that." Wizarding civil war, that was around the height of IRA activity.
"Esmond, this position is rather, how do I say, cushy. There is minimal work involved, you just have to keep the people in this room updated to what is happening on the other side, so to speak. I have not had a person turn this down. You would be the 3rd person to hold this position." The Queen stepped in.
"That would be all I have to do?" I said turning to the Queen then back to Madam Bones.
"Yes essentially, most of your job will be you learning how the wizarding government and society of Britain works. And in some circumstances, using muggle, sorry non-magical, means to apprehend criminals." Bones responded.
"In most instances, magic and electricity do not get along, but in the relative proximity of a squib, they do. So do not worry about your devices when you travel to a wizarding local." She also put in.
"What's the pay like?" I ask completely rhetorically.
"50,000 galleons. One galleon is 17 sickles and a sickle is 29 kunts. That is wizarding currency, in use in an unchanged form from the days of Merlin. One galleon is about 5 British pound. So roughly ￡250,000. One last thing you must take the name of Potter as it is your magical name." Bloody Hell! I'll have to give up the Sinclair name but so what. I have only been using it as a professional name anyhow.
"I'll take the job. What is the position actually called?" I said turning to the Queen.
"As it stands the official title of your position is Lord Galahad, Baron of Merlin. Protector of the realm." The Queen said as the prime minister handed her a case he just got out of his desk. He still held another. From the case she drew out a sword, a liege sword for historic knightings.
"Do you solemnly swear on your life and your honour, to protect the laws of the British Constitution and Crown?"
"I do." I say taking to my knees. This is amazing.
"Do you solemnly swear on your life and your honour, to protect the rights of all British citizens. No matter of class, rank, or status?"
"I do." Oh My God.
"Do you swear on your life to hold the secrets of the wizarding world from that of the general population."
"I do." Oh My God.
"Do you pledge your life to the nation of the United Kingdom of Great Britain and Northern Ireland?"
"I do." Oh My God.
"I dub thee Sir Knight. Sir Potter, you may rise and receive your sword and shield." The Queen touches the sword to each of my shoulders. OH MY GOD! This is real. I am stunned. I was knighted by the Queen. I stand a moment after. To be greeted with the other case the prime minister had. Bones is holding it.
"Lord Potter, these are yours" she opens the case inside are a ballpoint pen and a wristwatch.
"The pen is an alert device that will send a message to my office and agents will be with you immediately. The watch is a magical shield. Simply pull the dial as if you were going to adjust the time. And it will expand to a full kite style shield 100 cm long and 50cm wide. Able to stop any spell a wizard could fire at you. You are able to keep your MI5 standard issue pistol, and any secondary weapons are permitted. Your immediate superiors are me and the Director of Mi5. You are not to report to anyone outside of this room. Understood." Bones said with an air of experience and business.
"Crystal Ma'am."
"You are free to go home, pick up your office, you work from home now." The Director said.
"Yes, Sir. Good day to you sirs, ma'am, your Majesty." I left and caught a cab back to the office to pack my things. I checked my new watch, 1:45. Leaving the office a little early but I don't have to come back. I get in my car and head home.
Number 3 Privet Drive, Little Whinging, Surrey
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Rated M for Language and mentions of abuse, and graphics of crime. And anything else I come up with.
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