Enchanted [Fred Weasley]

Forty-Nine

Grace had never been one to always try and be the hero. She stood up for herself and her friends if she had to. This was something else. Grace, the girl with the journal, the quiet Ravenclaw who always thought of something before she did it, was running straight into danger.

She pushed through people as she ran, no one seemed to notice the small seventeen year old with her wand out running towards the danger.

Grace pointed her wand at one the masked people. No one apart of the Ministry noticed what Grace was doing.

"Expelliarmus!" Grace shouted. One of the wands flew out of their hand. She did it three more times before they noticed who was responsible. For a split second, Grace was immobilized with fear. She ran towards fear and it ran away, but now it was looking at her in the face.

Grace turned and tried to sprint away, but one followed her. She heard them shout a spell. Grace's feet left the ground and her body rammed into something. People were still fleeing, unaware of the unconscious teen lying on the ground. The chaos was too much.

Grace gathered enough courage to try and help the muggles, but she didn't think about what would happen to her.

"What are you doing?" The young Grace turned her head towards her mother. A stern look laid upon the woman's face.

"Standing by the lake."

"Grace, you know you're not supposed to come down here alone. You're not old enough yet."

"But mummy, I wasn't going to go in."

"No buts missy! You have to listen to what your father and I say. It's called our rule and you need to follow it."

"Sorry."

"Don't apologize, just don't do it again. Understand?" Grace nodded.

"I understand."

"Let's go back inside then." Anna held out her hand. Grace took it and they walked back up to the house.

"Grace." Someone whispered. Grace's eyelids fluttered open. She groaned as the memories of what happened resurfaced. Grace laid on her stomach, someone rubbing her back.

"Emily?" She asked, turning over onto her back.

"I'm right here." Grace sat up and brushed dirt off her clothes.

"Are you feeling okay?" Emily asked.

"A small headache, but I'm all right."

"I found you when we went to find the others. I chose to stay here with you. The others should be back shortly."

"What happened while I was out?" Emily's eyes looked up at something. Grace's eyes followed.

"Is that....his mark?"

"It is." Grace yawned.

"Tired?"

"Just a little." Emily wrapped Grace in her arms.

"I was so worried about you. Seeing you lay there defenseless, well, I was glad the only thing that happened was you went unconscious."

"What I did was stupid."

"What you did was brave."

Grace managed to get a few more hours of sleep before they caught an early Portkey.

Once home, Ben scolded Grace. Saying she could've been killed. She should've thought it through before running towards danger.

"They were followers of You-Know-Who! They could've and would've easily killed you!"