Trouble Times Two (A Harry Potter fan fiction)

A Sudden Awakening

A/N: Hey guys, I know it's been a while, so it'll be a miracle if anyone actually reads this, but if you are reading this, I love you sooo much and thank you for sticking with me, even if I can't write as often as I hoped. In the comments, could you please tell me if you'd prefer less chapters, but have them long, or more, but shorter.

"Aghh!" Grace screamed, as she was dropped back down on her bed.
"Sorry Miss Grace." A squeaky voice whispered in her ear.
"Grace, are you okay?" A sleepy Parvati mumbled.
"Did you fall of your bed?" Hermione asked.
"Watch out for the dragon. He's hiding in the-" Lavenders voice changed into snores as Grace sat up and looked around. When she looked beside the table next to her bed, she almost gasped, but the man held up a finger to his mouth.
"Yeah. Im fine." Grace gulped. "I just had, um, a nightmare. And uh... I have to use the washroom."
"Mhm." Parvati mumbled, already asleep.
Grace got up and walked to the bathrooms, not making a sound. She flipped on the light, closed the door, and stuffed a towel underneath the crack in the door. She quickly turned around and faced the man grinning at her.
"What's the big idea!" She whispered angrily.
"Sorry Miss Gracie, but Peeves had to. The ghosts have started getting restless." Peeves said swinging his arms by his side. "They want to talk to you."
"Why do they need to talk to me at this time of the morning?" Grace asked yawning.
"They don't. Peeves just didnt come get you sooner."
"Fine." Grace sighed, putting a towel down on the floor and sitting on it. "Who's the ghost."
"Not 'ghost', Miss Gracie. Ghosts."
"Who are they Peeves?"
"Mrs. and Mr. Potter."
Grace sighed, rubbing the sleep out of her eyes. "Okay. thanks Peeves. You can go now."
Peeves flew down through the floor and Grace sighed. Okay, how had she done this before again? She looked around the bathroom. She'd have to practice this, and get better. Okay, she thought, here goes nothing. She rubbed her hands together, and placed them palms up one her folded legs, like she had seen people do on TV. The liars. As if they could really talk to ghosts.
Concentrate, Grace thought. She closed her eyes and thought of her parents faces, and their names. When she opened her eyes, there were her parents. She smiled, but just as quickly as it had come, it had disappeared. Her parents were both frowning at her.
"Um, hey guys." Grace said nervously.
"Don't 'hey guys' us, missy. Do you know how long it's been since you've talked to us?" Her mother exploded.
"I'm guessing not as long as it's been since Harry talked to you guys?"
There was a muffled laugh from her dad, but he quickly covered it up by coughing, as soon as his wife faced him.
"I'm sorry, I really am, but I've been really busy, what with school and Quidditch practice."
"When's your first game?" Her dad asked, his hazel eyes sparkling behind his glasses.
"Um, tomorow actually. I'm looking forward to it, but I'm really nervous too. What if I miss the ball, or make a complete fool of myself? I don't want to mess things up for the team... and besides we're playing against Slytherin."
"Aw, you'll do fine. Just remember to eat a good healthy breakfast first and not to let the nerves get the best of you."
Grace nodded. Her father smiled that crooked smile of his, and her mother was cooling off, and even gave a supporting smile to Grace.
"So, besides sneaking around the castle at night and having a prank war, what have you been getting up to?"
Grace's eyes widened. "You know about that, huh?"
"Relax," her mom smiled. "You're your fathers daughter. I wouldn't expect anything else, other than causing trouble. I wish just one of my kids was a stickler for the rules." Lily feigned sadness.
"But really, is there anything else we should know about that's happened?"
Grace thought for a moment. "Well other than almost getting killed by a troll, not really."
Her mothers eyes widened before Grace interupted. "I said almost! I'm fine, I swear!"
"That must be a new record." James shook his head. "Usually it takes at least four months before someone is almost killed."
"Yeah. Great. I'm just on a roll with breaking records."
"And have you noticed each of those records has been for breaking rules?" Her mom asked raising. her eyebrows.
"They have not!" Grace exclaimed.
"Youngest chaser in a century by not listening to the teacher, skipping class to hang out with a friend..."
"Ok for the whole chaser thing I was standing up to Malfoy by standing up for what I felt strongly about and I skipped class to make sure Hermione was okay!"
"At least her intentions were in the right place, Lily..." Grace smiled at her dad.
Lily glared at James and he quickly turned to Grace.
"I mean, that was still not cool. You knew you were breaking the rules, and yet you still went through with it."
"Dad!"
"Well Lily, she didn't end up getting hurt in the process, and she didn't hurt anyone else... oh forget it! I'll just let you two sort this out. I can't pretend to think that beating a mountain troll is awesome!"
Grace laughed at her dad's excitement.
Lily stared at her husband, and as a smile appeared on his face, she couldn't help but shake her head and smile too.
"Fine. I'll let it slide. It's not your fault you're so much like your father."
"I've got to go," Grace whispered, hearing the other girls start to get up. "Love you guys."
"Love you too. Don't forget to tell us how the Quidditch match went, okay?"
"Will do. Bye."
Grace stood up and quickly got dressed in her Quidditch gear. Oliver was trying not to put a lot of pressure on Harry and her to do well, but Grace could tell that he really wanted the team to win. Grace tied her violet curls back in a ponytail and walked out of the bathroom.
"Hey Grace, can you braid my hair?" Lavender asked, as she finished brushing her hair.
Grace walked over and did a dutch braid, and they all left together down to the Great Hall for breakfast.

"Harry, eat something." Hermione pushed a plate of eggs over at him.
"Sorry, I don't like them runny." Harry pushed them back over to her and Grace sighed.
"Harry, if you end up fainting up there...."
"Okay, okay, I'll have some toast I guess."
Grace finished off the rest of her smoothie. She was just as nervous as Harry was, but at least she knew that she had to eat.
"Be down on the feild in ten minutes. We have a meeting before every match." Oliver said.
As he walked away, Grace stood up. "I'm going to get my broom out of the Gryffindor broom shed, before I get sick and back out from nerves."
"I'll come with you." Harry said, grabbing his last slice of toast. "We'll see you guys down on the field."
When Grace and Harry got down to the broom shed, they had to use the Alohamora spell to unlock the doors.
"ARGHHHH!" Two big things leapt out from the shed and over Harry and Grace. Grace screamed and ducked, covering her head, until she turned around.
"George! Fred! That wasn't funny." Grace glared at the two boys who were laughing and bent over each other.
"Just be glad we didn't fill the shed like we planned to," Fred laughed. "Oliver stopped us before we could fill it with water."
"Something about he didn't want everyone riding wet brooms and being soaked," George added, finally standing up straight. "Don't understand why he got so upset when we suggested that we just light you two on fire to dry you off. We were only kidding."
Grace huffed and reached in to get her broom, and walked down to the pitch, leaving Harry to talk to the twins. She was already planning her next prank.