Never Let Me Go ⚡︎ [ harry potter ]

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There was a knock at the door. Grace frowned at her kitchen table and slowly turned her head to the direction of the front door. That was odd. She thought. No one knocks. The only person who would come over was her uncle, but she always knew when he would come, and he always came by Floo if he came over at all. There was another knock. Setting down her quill as she pushed her chair back, she walked to the front door and listened. Then there came the third knock and curiosity had finally taken over. Grace unlocked the door and opened it, and her eyes widened at the boy with messy dark hair, round glasses and emerald, green eyes.

"Harry...hi," she greeted lamely, blinking at him.

"Hi," he greeted back, shifting from one foot to the other.

"Hi," she repeated, and mentally cringed at her own awkwardness. "What er...what are you doing here?"

"I was hoping your offer was still available?" he asked awkwardly. She frowned and tilted her head to the side, trying to remember what she might have offered him. "On the train home, you said if I wanted, I could come over and do some school work," he added, hoping to refresh her memory. Her eyes widened in realization, and she nodded.

"Yes, I remember I'm-"

"Gracia Venus Black! What have I told you about opening the door!" Grace visibly cringed at her mother's voice. Harry's eyes widened and mouthed 'sorry' to her.

"I'm sorry! It's just Harry, Mum!"

"Harry? Harry who?" Grace's expression dropped and Harry had to bite his lip to keep from laughing. While Grace tended to be a little on the quiet, Harry found that her expressions spoke louder than words ever could. The door opened wider revealing a woman that had long, loosely curled ginger hair, fair skin, with a sprinkle of freckles across her nose and hazel eyes. She reminded Harry very much of Mrs. Weasley.

"Mum, you remember my friend from the muggle school," Grace started. "He's also a friend from Hogwarts too, I told you he lives a couple streets over on Privet Drive."

"Right," Grace's mother nodded, her eyes softening as she looked at Harry.

"I told him he could come over and do schoolwork," she continued and her mother nodded.

"Of course, of course, come on in," she smiled at Harry as she pulled Grace aside for Harry to come in. Once the door was closed, and locked, she smiled at Harry again. "It's...it's so nice to finally meet you, Harry."

"It's nice to meet you too, Mrs. Black," Harry gave her a polite smile as he held out his hand.

"Ms. Prewett, actually, and you can call me Helena," She corrected, taking Harry's hand. "Black is Gracia's father," Grace's uncomfortable expression and cringe didn't go unnoticed by Harry as he let go of her mother's hand. "Where are your books?"

"Er..." Harry paused, looking at Grace and silently asking for help.

"Harry's aunt and uncle don't like magic Mum," she spoke up, her mother frowning and looking from Harry to Grace then back to Harry again. "That's why I invited him over, so he could do it."

"Oh," Harry's neck grew hot under the sad look Grace's mother gave him. "Well, have at it. If you two need anything, just give me a shout."

"Will do, Mum," Grace rolled her eyes as she grabbed Harry's arm and started dragging him away to the kitchen table. Harry sat in the empty chair to the right of her, and she started handing him bunches of parchment and a quill. "I'm currently doing my History of Magic essay on Wendelin the Weird, but all my books are here if you wanted to work on something else."