Never Let Me Go ⚡︎ [ harry potter ]

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"Are you alright with getting home?" Harry asked as they stopped in front of number four Privet drive.

"It's just around the corner and up the way, and with this, Mum will never know," she assured him as she held up Harry's invisibility cloak that he was lending her for the night. "I'll be fine Harry."

"Alright," he nodded slowly and approached the front door. "I'll see you tomorrow?"

"Of course! Bye, Harry!" Grace grinned at him and then started to make her way down the street. Before continuing on her way to her house, she stopped at the corner shop again to grab a few muggle chocolates, she and Harry ate all the ones they picked out earlier that day.

"Well, well, well," Grace visibly cringed at the all too annoyingly familiar voice that greeted her after she exited the shop. She turned around slowly and glared at the taller, rounder boy. "Long time no see, eh, Grace. We all thought you were too good for us, with you know... that posh boarding school you go to now," he mocked, and she glared fiercely at him before turning around. She jumped when she noticed two of Dudley's friends grinning at her menacingly, arms crossed over their chests. She narrowed her eyes at them and went to move around them but the tall, lanky one with crooked teeth stepped in front of her.

"Leave me alone," she glared at him.

"Awe, come on, Grace, we just want to catch up," Dudley mocked, making his two friends laugh automatically.

"Don't you have a bowl of food to stuff your face in, Dudley?" She retorted dryly as she shifted her glare onto him, clutching the plastic bag tightly in her hand. Dudley must've noticed it, as a grin spread on his face.

"What've you got there?" He asked, leaning in to take the bag from her hand but she pulled it away.

"Nothing for you."

"Come now, I thought you were nice. Sharing is what nice people do."

"I said, leave me alone-Oi!" She exclaimed when the bag was yanked out of her hand from one of Dudley's friends. "Give that back you-"

"Make us," Piers Polkiss mocked as he held the bag far up above his head, and he was a good head taller than she was. "Catch, Dudley!" He laughed as he chucked the plastic bag to Dudley, forcing Grace to whip around and glare at the pudgy boy.

"What've we got here," Dudley started as he opened the bag and started rummaging around.

"Give. It. Back!" She hissed as she went to grab it, but Dudley's other friend, Dennis, sneered at her as he pushed her hard, forcing her back. Grace stumbled backward, losing her footing over the pavement curb and landing hard on her butt in the street. The boys started laughing as she glared up at them. Before she could shout at them, there was a snarl and loud barking behind her. She whipped around and saw a large black dog bolting toward them. The dog ran to the boys, causing them to scream and run away, trying to escape. Getting halfway down the street, the boys dropped the plastic bag and continued screaming as they turned the corner.

Grace stared wide-eyed, finally letting out the breath she had been holding. When she tried to move and stand up, she hissed at the sharp pain that went up her arm. She must've landed on her wrist wrong. Grace groaned at the scrapes she saw on her palms and knees; she had to think of something to tell her mother. She winced as she went to stand up, wiping her hands on her shirt and then turning in the direction the boys had run off. She frowned, tilting her head to the side when she saw the black dog returning to her with her plastic bag in its mouth.