Blair had done well to forget about her unexpected pursuit from the old orphanage. She knew Fred had been suspicious when she had come home jumping at every little sound and she was sure that George would notice if she was acting any differently. It didn't seem like Fred had told George about her behaviour either, so the only thing to do now was to act as normal as possible. She had been wary to meet up with the girls again the next week, but she went straight to the Leaky Cauldron by herself and straight back to the shop afterwards. There were no detours and the only times she was alone was when she stepped out of the shop to apparate and when she returned after apparating. The only people she saw were the girls and the people who happened to be sitting in the same cafe as them when they had their weekly chats.

In between these outings were the usual days at work. She worked hard to keep Weasley Wizard Wheezes under control when the boys were caught up with being owners (which meant telling customers to take a hike whenever they asked stupid questions). Verity was a great help and Blair had become good friends with the girl. The two were known as the female versions of the Weasley twins; only more mature and Verity had no connection to them besides being an employee. And when Verity clocked off for the day, Blair would see her to the door while Fred and George whined about their dinner not being ready yet.

"You can always make it yourselves," she suggested as she stirred the cauldron of soup.

"But we would never be able to make it as good as yours," George cooed, wrapping his arms around Blair's waist and burying his face into her shoulder. He hummed into her purple shirt and pressed his lips into her neck for good measure, making Blair roll her eyes. The two heard gagging noises coming from the living room, making her pray that it was just Fred being dramatic and not Jasper about to be sick on the carpet.

"Oh no you don't, you foul beast!"

Fred ran through the kitchen with Jasper held out far from his body. Jasper's tiny body could be seen retching and lurching, the key sign of a cat about to throw up its stomach's contents. Fred's running footsteps could be heard echoing from the hallway and the door of the bathroom being thrown open. George and Blair listened hard for the sound of Jasper finally throwing up either in the bath or the toilet that Fred had placed him on, but heard the sound of the toilet flushing instead.

"Did you make it?" Blair shouted and could sense George looking over his shoulder towards the hallway.

"Yep," Fred's voice rang from the living room where he had appeared once more, a proud smirk on his face. "I've decided to take responsibility for my only chore. I know when he's going to be sick now."

"And here we were thinking you hated cats," George raised an eyebrow when he saw Jasper jump on to Fred's lap and curl up for a grooming.

"I do!" he defended but then scratched at the top of Jasper's head, causing him to purr and nuzzle his head against Fred's hand. George and Blair narrowed their eyes at him and the tips of the Weasley's ears deepened to an embarrassed red.

"Okay, maybe he's grown on me a little."

As Blair dished up the tomato soup, the familiar ball of light suddenly flew through the door of the flat and stopped in the middle of the living room. From its sudden appearance, Jasper leaped off of Fred's lap and disappeared into the hallway. George, Fred and Blair stared at the light that formed into the silhouette of a sphinx cat. The living room's lights had somehow been distinguished from the appearance of the Patronus and the silvery glow left corners dark and the cauldron of soup cold.

'A lead has been found in Upper Flagley. Possible Death Eater meeting for an attack in London,' Kingsley Shacklebolt's booming voice flowed from the cat, which sat obediently as its message played. 'Be careful and Molly stays unaware of the mission.'

Just like Remus's had done in the previous months, Kinglsey's Patronus stood up and ran towards the fireplace. The sphinx disappeared with its mist dissolving into the air and the lights in the room returned to their full intensity. Blair looked down to her three bowls and full cauldron of soup sadly, knowing that it would have to be put into the fridge for a later date. When Order missions come up, everything would need to dropped; including a dinner that she worked hard on.

While charming the bowls to fly into the fridge to be saved for later, Fred and George pulled their wands out from their pockets. The twins summoned their trench coats to fly off the coat hanger and into their hands, causing the hanger to shiver and growl at having its coats taken from it. Fred grumbled something about changing the hanger to a more docile one and Blair pulled on a black hoodie over her work uniform.

"Upper Flagley. That's in the country, isn't it?" George questioned as they gathered to apparate for their Order mission

"Why would they choose farmland to have a meeting about attacking Muggles?" Blair pondered aloud.

"How about instead of talking about it-" Fred sighed. "-how about we actually go and find out?"

George and Blair mumbled something before all three of them popped out of sight. The next thing they saw was a cluster of trees and a field that stretched on for miles. The moon was high in the sky and acted as their only source of light, showing only five feet into the forest that lined the field around them with blackness following in its deepest depths. Blair, George and Fred turned around from the trees and saw the suspected gathering place that the Order had been tipped off about. A small farmhouse sat up on the hill with a picket fence keeping the cows that ate the grass surrounding it inside and tamed.

"I suppose it's unsuspecting," Blair suggested, staring at the shed that looked as normal as any other. There was no house nearby, meaning whoever owned it didn't live on the same plot of land. Either that, or Death Eaters had chosen to destroy the house and with its owner inside to have no possible witnesses. Both were likely but Blair hoped the latter wasn't the truth.

"Still a farm, though," Fred scoffed, his wand illuminated with the Lumos charm. "I thought Voldy wouldn't settle for anything other than a manor."

A quiet meow brought their attention down to their feet and the sight of their black cat swerving through Blair's legs made them go silent. Jasper's eyes beamed up at Blair like canary headlights before he jumped over a clump of uncut grass and threaded himself through Fred's legs. George and Blair looked up and saw Fred watching Jasper rub his fur against his shoes, expecting an explanation from the man who had finally started to tolerate and maybe even like the feline.

"What? You think I smuggled him into my jacket?" Fred sassed at the two, reaching down and keeping Jasper under his arm. "Maybe his tail was touching one of us when we apparated."

"I'm amazed he didn't get splinched," George noted.

"He'll be quiet. Just keep a hold of him," Blair sighed and started walking towards the farmhouse, her wand leading the way with its silver beam. Fred pet Jasper's head while following after her with George by his side, the younger one of the two rolling his eyes at Fred's sudden liking for the cat he once hated.

The closer they got to the farmhouse, the quieter they made their footsteps. George cast the revealing charm every few metres to make sure there were no traps in place to keep eavesdroppers away. Even though the closest village wasn't for a few miles, Death Eaters wouldn't be foolish enough to think they wouldn't be heard or seen by no one. With a majority of them being wanted and escapees from Azkaban, their faces were known by the entirety of the Wizarding world.

The cows mooed instinctively as they munched on their meals. Blair took the lead and crouched below the window pane that sat on the side of the barn. George took the other side while Fred sat behind Blair, Jasper still clad under his arm and staying as quiet as the night around them. They waited for the sound of voices and held their wands at the ready. They were only there to gather information and attempt to stop their plans of the attack on Muggles, but the possibility of being found and dragged into a fight was always possible.

Just when they thought that no one was there and the Order had misheard about the meeting place, rustles of parchment and hushed whispers flowed from inside the barn. George and Blair exchanged a look before listening hard to decipher the whispers and the owners of the voices. Three were male and one was a female; that was a definite. And one of the only female Death Eaters (their surprisingly weren't many confirmed) was the infamous Bellatrix Lestrange. The males however, would be hard to put a name to.

"... done quick and during nightfall. Muggles like their sleep," Blair caught the last part of the sentence from one of the males.

"The Dark Lord wants as many casualties as possible. To set an example for the Muggle Prime Minister," the female hissed, confirming it was Lestrange through her high pitched sneer. "He doesn't want any of the do-gooding Ministry on the scene either."

"Or that Order corporation," another male added.

"Tomorrow, here, one in the..."

The voices blurred as Fred started to murmur incoherence and shuffle around in his place. George and Blair turned their attention to the man and saw him trying to keep Jasper at bay in his arms. The cat had become unhinged and disturbed by something, making him squirm and mewl under Fred's grip. Blair's eyes widened at her pet's unusual behaviour and watched in horror as Jasper slipped out of the Weasley's grip and sprint away through the grass.

Jasper ran and turned the corner of the barn, George reaching out to try and grab him but wasn't quick enough. Blair gripped her wand and inched her head up towards the window pane, daring to look inside where the meeting of Death Eaters was taking place. She saw the four voices that she could see lined up to the figures gathered in a circle. She could see the frizzy hair of Bellatrix Lestrange and the hunched figure of Antonin Dolohov; two of the many prisoner that were announced in the Daily Prophet as on the loose after the mass breakout of Azkaban. The two other males couldn't be identified but were just as crazed and ghastly to look at.

Blair's eyes surveyed the barn that had its signature stacks of hay and wooden walls that were left on show for the authentic farm esque. On top of the haystacks was the black feline that looked unfazed from being in sight of some of the most dangerous magic folk of the 20th century. Jasper licked at his paw and hummed through his purrs, drawing the attention of the black figures that weren't to be messed with.

"What's going on? Is he in there?" George whispered but Blair couldn't answer. She stared with her mouth wide open as the Death Eaters turned to Jasper, their expressions hard to see from where she stood.

"Now what in the bloody hell is that rat doing here?" Dolohov asked with a sinister laugh, stalking over to the stacked cubes of hay.

"I thought the perimetre barrier would have warned off any wandering pests. It might have just made it loopy" one of the unidentified men spoke, his wonky wand twiddling through his fingers dangerously. Blair's heart missed every other beat from his wand that routinely pointed at Jasper, him being one spell away from leaving a pile of ashes in his place.

"Blair! What's going on in there?!" George hissed in an attempted whisper, staring at her pale complexion and jaw that hung open. Her posture was rigid and if her fingers hadn't already been so tight around her wand, it would have fallen into the grass where it would be rendered as useful as a common stick. He was desperate to know what was going on but didn't want to risk adding another head into view to draw more attention to their hiding place.

"It could be an animagi. Get rid of it," Bellatrix shrieked, crumbling the parchments that sat on the floor with blueprints for tomorrow's attack.

"Alright, alright," Dolohov sighed and lifted his wand, pointing it at the animal that stared back at him. "It's creeping me out anyway."

Blair lurched up from her spot and prepared herself to jump through the window, only to be yanked backwards by the hood of her jumper. She held back a shriek and scuffed her shoes against the grass to try and get back up, but was pushed forward by the same hands that had grabbed her hood. Blair fell into George's arms that had been waiting patiently for his brother's quick thinking and clutched her against his front, restricting her arms with his muscular biceps.

"Make it quick," George said through his clenched teeth and Blair stopped squirming as she saw Fred nod his head. She realised what he was doing and watched as he disappeared into a imploding whirlwind, hearing a 'pop!' from inside the barn where he reappeared.

"Hello Eaters of Death!"