Trouble Times Two (A Harry Potter fan fiction)

The Great UnVeiling

Grace's P.O.V

Grace wiped her mouth on a wad of toilet paper. Throwing it in and flushing the toilet, she turned around to lean against the wall closest to her. She pulled a chunk of hair in front of her eyes to check that she was still her normal self. Sure enough she was. She peered past Dumbledore and McGonagall and watched the four guys. They all had varying degrees of shock plastered on their faces.

Ron's eyes were bugging out of his head, while his jaw hung wide open. He looked like he was ready to jump back and out the door at the first sign of movement from her. Grace stood up on her feet, and as she did so, Ron flinched and took a step back.

Fred and George looked like they had just won the lottery. Their eyes were opened wide and they had grins plastered on their faces. "Awesome." They whispered in unison.

Harry, on the other hand, just looked very confused...not that it was a surprise. Harry appeared to become confused over most wizarding things.

"I think we need to talk." Grace said.

"You boys should take a seat," Dumbledore said. "This might take a while."
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Grace sat with her hands folded across her lap. They had just finished explaining about her being a multi-wizard, and she couldn't tell what they were thinking. All four of them sat with they brows furrowed.

"But I didn't think multi-wizards were real..." Fred said, rubbing his forehead. "I thought they were just myths and legends."

"All legends must come from somewhere." Professor McGonagall replied, standing up. "I must go, Headmaster. I will be back to check on Ms. Potter after dinner."

Dumbledore nodded. "I will show you out. Boys, feel free to stay around untill curfew. I have a few things I must do, but in the meantime, you are welcome to stay here." Dumbledore followed McGonagall out his office while Grace, Harry, Ron, Fred and George sat there staring at each other. There was a long uncomfortable silence during which time seemed to stop moving.

Finally George spoke up. "So... how about all the snow we've been having?"

Grace peered out the tiny window. "Part of that may have been my fault..." This only seemed to renew the silence.

Finally Harry spoke up. "So you can... you can actually do all that stuff McGonagall said? You... you can talk to the dead?"

All eyes were on Grace once again. "Yeah, I can."

"So you can talk to mum and dad? Have you done it yet?"

Grace bit her lip, nervous of how Harry would take the following news. "Yeah I have. But before you say anything-"

"You've talked to them!? How many times!? I can't believe you never told me!" Harry hopped up out of his chair. Grace had never seen him this furious before, and she was scared.

"Dumbledore and McGonagall made me promise not to tell!"

"But I'm your brother! They're my parents I had the right to know!"

"Harry, please," Grace said, her voice dropping to a whisper. Harry was visibly shaking, as was Grace, although they were shaking for different reasons. "They said that if news got out I could be in a ot of danger. I really wanted to tell you."

Ron pulled Harry down back into his chair. "Harry, maybe we should listen to her. She knows a lot more about this than we do..."

Fred nodded his head. "Grace has a lot of power... there's no telling what some people would do to try and get to her."

Harry glared at them all for what seemed like years before rubbing his hand over his face. "Fine. I'm not happy, but I can see why you didn't tell me."

Grace shifted in her seat. "If you wanted to talk to them... I mean I could always let you talk to them. I wouldn't be able to right now because I'm sick and can't concentrate long enough, but maybe sometime this week?"

"I'd like that." Whispered Harry. He looked down at his hands and then slowly looked back up, a nervous smile appearing on his face. "Sorry for yelling at you."

Grace smiled back at him. "If you can forgive me for not telling you, I'll forgive you for yelling at me."

Harry reached his hand across to Grace and shook her hand. "Deal."

Grace grew serious once more all of a sudden. "You guys do realize you can't tell anyone about this, you know that right? Hermione is eventually going to find out, but you can't go around telling people."

"Don't worry your pretty little head, Gracie," George said, kicking his feet up on a stool. "We won't blab."

"Yeah, and if Ron blabs we'll deny everything...if anyone believes him that is."

The mood lifted and they spent the rest of the night laughing and joking around. Eventually Dumbledore came up (way after curfew, might I add) and ushered the boys out. Grace had a peaceful sleep with her flu finally having ended.

The following week was a blast. Grace hung out with Harry and the Weasley brothers, explored the castle (she was proud to say she only got lost three times), and spent Christmas with her favorite people. She got a very warm sweater the same royal purple as her hair with a silver 'G' on it from Mrs. Weasley. Grace guessed that Ron had helped pick the warm material, seeing as Grace was always cold, and she had a feeling Fred and George had picked out the purple as a joke.

Wednesday after classes started up once more, Veena was walking outside. She had just been visiting Hagrid after dinner, and was enjoying the light layer of snow that was falling from the sky. Veena was halfway up the hill when a voice stopped her. 

"Ms. Potter, is that you?" Grace turned around to see Professor Quirrel standing only a few feet away from her. "Dear me, it is. I almost didn't recognize you with your hair a different colour."

"Oh, yeah," Grace ran a hand through her now dusty blonde hair. "I dyed it this morning. I needed a change from the purple, since my new sweater was the same colour."

"I see." Professor Quirrel looked up and down the hill where the castle sat. "Are you planning on meeting anyone?"

"No, I was actually just going for a walk."

"Well in that case would you like to come with me to help organize my classroom? You'll gain fifteen extra points for your house."

"Sure, why not? I'm not doing anything right now."

Grace followed the professor into the castle and down several hallways. They were just going down the dungeon staircases when Grace realized something. The professor's stutter was gone. Grace was just about to ask him about it when something hit her over the head.

Grace stopped and fought to stay conscious as her vision started turning black. The world started spinning and before she knew it, Grace had fallen to the floor unconscious.