Never Let Me Go ⚡︎ [ harry potter ]

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SIRIUS BLACK BRAKES OUT OF AZKABAN

Grace frowned at the headline in The Daily Prophet, and she looked at the picture of a man screaming and being held back. She couldn't take her eyes off the photo, watching it repeat in a loop. A strange feeling rose in her stomach as she continued to look at the photo. She had only scanned the article, and how it talked about why he was imprisoned in the first place. Twelve muggles just... gone. But as she continued to look at his screaming face, something was gnawing at the back of her mind.

"Good morning, is that the Prophet?" Her mother asked as she made a cup of tea. Grace only nodded. "What's happening today?"

"A man named Sirius Black escaped from Azkaban," she answered her mother simply.

SMASH!

Grace jumped and turned around at the sound of glass shattering. Her mother's face was pale as she stared wide eyed at the newspaper. Without a word, her mother snatched the paper from her hands and frantically read the front page. "Mum..." She called gently. She's never seen her mother this panicked, not even the time when she followed her uncle out to the forest by their old home.

"You're not to leave this house," Her mother ordered, and Grace's grey eyes widened, and her mouth fell open in protest.

"But what about when Harry comes over? Can't we go to the park? Please Mum! It's only across the street!"

"Your park time will be limited to one hour, and you can only go when I'm not working."

"But-"

"While I'm working, you will be staying with Remus."

"But-"

"No buts!" Her mother snapped, causing Grace to jump. She was used to her mother being strict and cross with her, but her mother hardly shouted at her. "You will tell Harry he can come over on weekends until term starts. You will not leave this house unsupervised; do you understand?"

"But-"

"Do you understand?!"

"Yes! Fine!" Grace snapped, glaring at her mother.

"Don't give me that-"

"Well, if you weren't being so unreasonable-"

"Go to your room!"

"But-"

"Now!" Her mother shouted. Grace yanked herself away from the table, forcing the wooden chair legs to screech across the floor, and glared at her mother before stomping up to her room and slamming the door shut.

Crossing her arms and huffing, she plopped herself on the window seat that her uncle had built her when her and her mother first moved in and stared out the window. Her mother had always been a bit too overprotective with her and often shielded her from most of the wizarding world. The only contact she had with it, outside her mother and Remus, was her cousins, The Weasleys. Her mother had her attend muggle schools and any magical history she may have needed to know her mother or Remus taught her. She didn't even know who Harry was until she found him and Ron on the train when they were eleven.

"How can you not know who he is!" Ron exclaimed with his eyes bulging in surprise as he stared at her.

"I just don't," she shrugged.