Never Let Me Go ⚡︎ [ harry potter ]

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"I went to see Professor McGonagall this morning, just before Breakfast," Hermione told them once they were settled in their compartment on the Hogwarts Express. "I've decided to drop Muggle Studies."

"But you passed with three hundred and twenty percent!" Ron exclaimed sarcastically.

"I know," she sighed, either not recognizing Rons sarcasm, or just ignoring it completely. "But I can't stand another year like this one. That time-turner, it was driving me mad. I've handed it in. Without Muggle Studies and Divination, I'll e able to have a normal schedule again."

"Still can't believe you didn't' tell us about it," Ron huffed, crossing his arms over his chest as he leaned into the window. Grace tried not to smile as she looked at Harry, shaking her head. "We're supposed to be your friends."

"I promised I wouldn't tell anyone," she replied, rolling her eyes. Grace looked over at Harry, her smile falling when she notiched that he turned back to the window, watching Hogwarts disappear behind a mountain. "Oh, cheer up, Harry!" Hermione spoke up.

"I'm okay," he replied quickly, turning to look at them. "Just thinking about the holidays is all..."

"Yeah I've been thinking about them too!" Ron spoke up. "Harry, you've got to come and stay with us! I'll fix it up with Mum and Dad, then I'll call you! I know how to use a fellytone now-"

"A telephone, Ron," Hermione sighed. "Honestly, you should take Muggle Studies next year."

"It's the Quidditch World Cup this summer! How about it, Harry? Come and stay, and we'll go and see it! Dad can usually get tickets from work."

Grace completely forgot about the Quidditch world cup! "Oh yes! It'll be so much fun Harry! Mum and I can come and get you from the Dursleys!"

"Yeah, I bet the Dursleys'd be pleased to let me come, especially after what I did to Aunt Marge," Harry grinned, and she nodded. She was about to continue on, when she noticed something fluttering outside the window.

"What's that?" she asked, nodding past him. Harry frowned, turning around to the window. Outside, trying to keep up with the speed of the train, was a little, gray owl. Harry opened the window and stretched out his arm for the little thing, and he caught it. The little owl 'hoot'ed happily as it dropped two letters on the bench between Harry's seat and Grace. "Well, aren't you adorable?" she smiled, watching the owl fly around them. Ron quickly stood up, and took the owl in his hands, narrowing his eyes at Crookshanks.

Harry took the letters, and noticed one had his name, and one had Grace's name written in the middle. He handed hers over to her, and she frowned, taking it from him, she looked at the penmenship, recognizing it immediately. "It's from Dad!" she grinned as she ripped open the letter.

Grace,

I hope this finds you soon, I'm not to sure about the reliability of the owl, but he is the only one I could find and he seemed eager for the job. I was surprised Moony didn't have an owl, how else have you been talking while at school? Never mind, I'm sure you'll tell me soon.

Buckbeak and I have arrived, and I will tell you that he is happy with the space. Moony also knows that I am here, and we are currently fixing up a plan to tell your mother. Don't worry, little star, you'll see me in a matter of days. Don't be alarmed when you read the Prophet tomorrow, I had to allow muggles to see me down south so the security on the school will be lifted.

I've also enclosed something that will make next year at Hogwarts more enjoyable.

I'll see you soon,

Love,

Dad.

P.S. In case Harry hasn't noticed his yet, I thought Ron might like to keep this owl, as it's my fault he no longer has a rat.

Grace, ignoring the conversation around her, she pulled the second piece of parchment out and smiled.

I, Sirius Black, Gracia Venus Black's father, hereby give her permission to visit Hogsmeade on weekends.

"I've got permission!" she exclaimed excitedly, waving the piece of parchment in the air. "I can go to Hogsmeade!"

"I can too!" Harry grinned at her.

"Also, Ron," Grace said, turning to Ron. "Dad said you can have the owl, since it's his fault you kind of don't have a rat anymore." Ron's eyes widened, and he looked at the little minute owl, how was hooting excitedly at him.

"Keep him?" he asked uncertainly. He looked closely at the owl for a moment, then to everyone's surprise, held him out to Crookshanks. "What d'you reckon? Definitely an owl?" he asked the cat, and Crookshanks looked at the owl and purred. "That's good enough for me! He's mine!"

Grace couldn't help but smile at how happy and excited Ron was about his own owl. The rest of the train ride to London was quiet, Grace leaned against Harry as she read Jane Eyre, petting Hedwig's feathers absent mindedly. When it was time to deboard the train, she followed Harry, Ron and Hermione, trying to find her mother. She saw her aunt and uncle, and she waved at them. She also spotted Mr. and Mrs. Dursley standing a bit away from the Weasley's, and she hid her face. Harry was the only one that knew about her and her mother in Little Whinging, and she wanted to keep it that way.

"I'll call about the World Cup!" Ron told him, and Grace shook her head.

"How about, you just let him know the normal way, and let me and Mum worry about getting him for the World Cup," Grace suggested.

"Yes, that might be wise, Ron," Grace's mother said, as she walked up to them with a smile. "Hello, Harry," she greeted, smiling at Harry.

"Hi," he nodded.

"Do you need a lift home? I don't mind," she offered but he shook his head, nodding to where his aunt and uncle stood.

"It's alright, thank you, but The Dursley's are here." Helena frowned and turned to look at them, then she gave them a friendly wave.

"If you're sure," she said, and Harry nodded. "You know, you're welcome over any time, Harry."

"Thank you, Helena," Harry smiled. "I should probably go, Uncle Vernon looks like he's going to explode," Grace leaned over to see the mans face begin to turn purple.

"Yeah, good idea..." she nodded, as she turned to him. "See you in a couple of days?" she asked, and he nodded. Grace wrapped her arms around him in a hug, and she smiled when she felt him return it.

"See you," he whispered, before pulling away.

"Sorry I was late, I was talking to Remus," her mom told her as she grabbed Grace's trunk.

"Oh?" Grace asked curiously.

"He's invited us over tomorrow," she answered, and Grace nodded. "You didn't get into trouble at school, did you?" Grace instantly started shaking her head. "Gracia?"

"I didn't, I swear," she smiled, and her mother raised an eyebrow at her. "It think it's nice that we're spending the day with Remus, when was the last time we all spent the day at the old house?"

"I know, but I can't help but feel like you and Remus are keeping something from me," she said, narrowing her eyes at Grace, who shrugged her shoulders.

"I don't know why you'd think that," but Grace started feeling the anxiety bubbling in her stomach at the thought of tomorrow. If her suspicions were right... then her mother will finally know the truth. If she was right... then she might have her family whole again.