A Harry Potter Love Story: Gracie Style 2 *Completed*

Chapter 9

For all of you who wanted to know, I had some people ask, the reason I was grounded was quite stupid. My mom had a rough day at work, and when she came in, she accidentally took it out on us. I had spent ninety percent of my winter break babysitting her kids, well my siblings, and doing nothing but housework. I had nearly three weeks and I actually went out to do something about twice, besides going to visit family for a day and a half. Anyway, she started yelling at me and calling me lazy, ungrateful, rude, bratty, etc. I was a bit shocked because she never acts like that, but I also have to admit that I have a temper. Therefore I fired back with my own insults. Nothing too disrespectful, but still. She started comparing me to relatives. 'When you're cousin was your age she did.....' I live in a small town guys. Like seriously, it really is one where everyone knows everyone. All of my teachers had all of my family in school. They have a list of names they call me before they get to mine. One day I was literately called down to the office under my mom's name, her maiden name no less. So yes, I blew up. We had a row and next thing I know, I'm grounded. Soooo there it is. Petty and stupid I know, but (some of)you asked. Please read on now! I tried to make this a long chapter.

"Comfortable?" Luna smiled, shaking me awake. "The nice man from Saint Mungo's is here. He's quite terrified, but when he heard your name he started dancing and singing a song."

"What song?" I yawned, giggling at the fact that I could cheer someone up so much.

"It goes like this." Luna clambered off the bed and started doing a little jig. I giggled, watching her. "And the song goes: I'm gonna live, I'm gonna live! I hate you all, I'm gonna live. Merlin bless me! I'm gonna live!"

I feel bad for the poor man, it's my fault he's here. There was a knock on the door. And there was also a humming that sounded a lot like the song Luna just sang. I smiled a bit, going over to open the door. It was the man Luna was talking about, work uniform and all. I smiled sheepishly, letting him in. Draco followed behind him, causing me to frown. He's been awfully stuck up my bum here lately. It's been two weeks since the whole pants incident. You'll be proud to know I don't share so much anymore and I haven't had anymore trouble.

"Hello Sir." I smiled warmly, sitting on the bed. He smiled softly, patting my head.

"How you can stay so positive in such circumstances......" He sighed, opening his medical bag. I gave him a crooked grin, sitting cross legged on the bed.

"Some people look at the glass as half full, some look at it as half empty. I'm the half full kind of person."

"How?" He gave me a questioning look, so was Draco and Luna for that matter. I smiled again, shaking my head at the three of them. People these days. I mean, I can't blame them for being pessimists at this current time, even I was being very pessimistic for a while. But now that I've had time to think, I'm very positive.

"Think of it this way. I made an unbreakable vow with the people at Hogwarts that they cannot curse nor touch any student but me as long as I'm living. I also threw in a part about anyone with the dark mark not being aloud. Without dying. I'm still living. No one at Hogwarts can be touched. Oh, that's a big one. I'M STILL LIVING! And, no one can hurt me until after the baby is born, and that is sixth to seven months away. I'm safe and so is my baby. While I'm not entirely fond of the idea, my friends and family think I'm dead. There will be no dangerous rescue mission to save me, now will there?" I smiled, rambling them off. "I could go on. Those are off the top of my head."

"You're very bright. You should have been a Ravenclaw!" Luna smiled, watching. I gave her a look that clearly showed how doubtful I was. "Well, maybe not." She giggled, blushing. I frowned as something hit me in the face. The Prophet? I looked up to see who had thrown it at me. Draco.

Turning to the cover, it read:

Potter and Friends Break into
the Ministry

I went wide eyed as I read downwards.

Harry Potter, undesirable number one, broke into the ministry of magic two weeks ago, right under the head enforcer's nose. It is said he was seeking revenge for his dead fiancé, Gracelyn Black. I have sources that say this isn't the case. Hermione Granger, well know friend to the couple, is now undesirable number two, she is under interrogation for being a muggleborn and stealing from one Dolores Umbridge. A locket with no significance of importance. Or was there?

Oh there was. They did it, they found a horcrux! I smiled, doing a little touchdown dance.

Harry Potter and friends escaped the ministry without injury. Yaxley has said this is a lie, one Ronald Weasley was splinched as they tried desperately to get away. The questions remains.

What are the trio up to? Why did they have to hide it? Did Gracie know? Does Mr. Potter know she's dead? How is he taking it if he does know? I personally believe this is the most important question of all.

When will this war end?

It was a short article, but it was just enough. Does Harry know, I think so. I can't remember whether or not Luna mentioned anything. It's been a while since she got here, and we try to avoid subjects like that. The ones about me, of course I knew. Harry and I don't keep secrets. On no, what if he thinks I was hiding the baby from him?

"Gracie? Would you like to move on?" The man asked sadly, holding his medical supplies in hand. I nodded slowly, not paying attention to the exam. I was lost in thought.

I hope Harry knows I would never hide something like that from him. Please let him know, and, how IS he taking thinking that I'm dead? I, I don't know and it's killing me. Have they at least had somewhat of a smooth trip? I hope they're doing okay, I know Hermione is with them, she'll take care of them. But there's bound to be fights, and Nat isn't there to make them shut it-

I was abruptly shoved into the floor and the doctor into the closet. My eyes widened and I wanted to jump out now, considering Malfoy had kicked me under the bed like his nasty socks, which are already under here thank you. Gross. Maybe she will take Luna? No, Luna is in the second closet. I closed my eyes in frustration, but turned to watch.

Nat. It's like upon my though she showed up! Only this isn't my Nat. Happy Nat. No, she's angry. "I HATE YOU! I HATE YOU! SHE WAS ALL I HAD! I HAVE MY BABY AND FRED NOW, BUT THAT'S ALL THANKS TO GRACIE! I CAME TO HOGWARTS BECAUSE OF GRACIE! I MADE REAL FRIENDS BECAUSE OF GRACIE, I HAVE PEOOLE WHO LOVE ME BECAUSE OF GRACIE! AND YOU DARED TO TAKE HER AWAY FROM ME?! SHE WAS MY SISTER! MY SISTER! I HATE YOU! I'LL KILL YOU ALL!" Nat screamed, her face red and eyes bloodshot and wet. It broke my heart. I went to jump out, but Fenrir growled at me. Yes, all of the death eaters decided to join the party.

"Please Nat, go home and don't get yourself killed. Please!" I whispered, squeezing my eyes shut. I jinxed it! I had to think about her, why the bloody hell would she show up?

"Aw, Natalyn. How sweet can you get? You've gone soft my dear!" Bellatrix cooed, patting her face. Nat looked even more murderous than she did before and I was breathing heavy. "I hear you're going to kill us all, are you? Lets see it." Nat's eyes flashed and her wand was drawn. One death eater dropped dead and all eyes widened.

"Don't. Push. Me. Cousin!" Nat spat at Bellatrix's face. Oh no. I peaked again. Why? Why, why why, why, WHY?! I tried to jump up again, but this time he kicked me in the head. "What are you doing?" Nat snapped, spinning around with her wand pointed between his eyes. Her eyes flickered to the be. "Who're you hiding?"

Why didn't I say anything? Oh right. Because deep down, I knew I'd get her killed if I revealed myself. I watched in silence as Nat killed two more death eaters. "I'm done. For now. Wait until my rage stocks up again." And before they could get her, she was gone. I was helped to my feet by the doctor, who asked them to leave so he could finish the examination.

He checked for a gender and smiled. "Do you want to know?"

"Yes!" Luna and Draco chorused, I shot them a glance in amusement. "Sorry." They chorused again, looking at their feet. They do that a lot, and it's quite unnerving. I turned back to the doctor with a smile and nodded. "Yes!" Another chorus.

"Stop that!" I hissed, looking at the two of them strangely. Of course Luna giggled, Draco just nodded mutely. "So?" I smiled, getting excited.

"It's a boy."

A boy.

"And a girl."

My jaw dropped. Twins?

"And another boy."

"Holy Merlin!" I shouted, almost feinting. I looked at my belly, smiling. Three. Three babies right off the bat! I've never had one baby and now I will have three! Luna was beside herself, squealing and what not. Draco looked even paler than usual.

"How the bloody hell does that happen? How many goes did you and Potter have?" He finally said.

"You creeper! That is HIGHLY personal information!" I snapped, crossing my arms and blushing furiously. I scowled at him, but then I felt lightheaded.

Three.

Boy.

Girl.

Boy.

"ACTUALLY I'M NOT D-GRACIE!" Nat had made a reappearance and I grinned.

"It's triplets!"

"You bloody, bloody, bloody, oh that's it! You suck big Harry balls!" She smirked, launching herself at me. I laughed, remembering that one. Nat cried on my shoulder, for a long time. Other death eaters came into the room, I gave them a glare, shielding my cousin. "I knew something was up with the wolf! Oh Gracie! Is it really you?"

"It is! I swear it it!" I smiled, watching her pull away from the hug. "How's my God baby?"

"She's great! And, and she's at home with Fred. Where I guess I will not be going back, but I don't care because I know you're alive!" She smiled, hugging me. "Everyone is a mess. The Order can't function properly. Even if they thought they could pump me for information, they can't because there is none. No one has done anything since the news of your death came about. Hey had a funeral, we put some of your stuff in the casket. Sorry bout that. And, and Tonks is pregnant with Lupin's kid and oh!"

"What?" I searched her face for hints. That was a lot of information, but I can tell that this is big. The death eaters in the room had been listening to and were now waiting also.

"There was a fight. Already, they've been fighting. Ron came back. He grabbed some stuff and stormed out again. No one knows where he went."

"I do." I snorted, earning a few looks. "Harry and Ron have had a few big fights. Namely the Triwizard Tournament. Nat, don't you remember? Ron ALWAYS goes back."

"Oh. Oh yeah. Hi Luna! Wait, did you say what I think you said when I got in here?" Nat gave me a look, one worthy of my Grandmother.

"Triplets. I'm having triplets."

This being news to the death eaters, Bellatrix ordered us locked into the cellar, including Nat, and summoned Voldemort. I didn't care. Nat's here! We talked for ages, she filled me in on what's been going on. Tomorrow is Christmas. None of the family has died, though I did leave Ginny in a right state.

"So, how's life at Malfoy Manner? I lived here for a very short time. It sucked." She looked around, smiling. "The memories I have in here. Did you notice that I led the way down?"

"I did actually." I laughed quietly, glancing at a sleeping Luna. "Her father supported Harry in his magazine. So they kidnapped Luna."

"That's horrible." She whispered, giving Luna the look of upmost sympathy. "I don't want to hear sad talk. Tell me you've been making their life hell?"

"Been trying." I giggled, laying my head on Nat's shoulder. "I would claim to have to pee every thirty minutes or so."

"Funny." She rolled her eyes, I based that off her pregnancy. "I can call you preggers now, right?"

"Whatever you want." I smiled, closing my eyes. I was about to dose off when I was yanked up by Pettigrew. Can I hex him please? If only Nat would think of her wand in her pocket. I made swishing movements behind my back and she took the hint. When I felt her wand in my hand, I slipped it into my sleeve, curling my fists around the end.

Now I can literately say I have a few tricks left up my sleeve.

Wormtail took me to their meeting room. He knocked nervously am I laughed. "You're scared. Scared of the master you betrayed your friends to join." He pushed the door open and they were all staring. "You are scared of the man who made you feel big for once in your life. You felt important, how do you feel now Wormtail?" I was on a roll. "I wouldn't want a servant in the debt of my worst enemy if I were you." I cast a glance to the dark lord. Tom Riddle. Lord Voldemort. "You thought, that if you helped him return to power, you would be ranked high, you know, where Bellatrix is." I gave her a malicious smile. "We all know how she got up there."

"Why you-" Voldemort cut her off as he watched me with an amused smile.

"Yeah, you do that, cut her off. I am on a roll!" I snapped, turning back to Wormtail. "But you weren't out right up in his ranks, were you? No. You're a servant now, nothing more. It would have been better to die at his hands than to betray the Potters Pettigrew. You would have died, but you would have died a hero. People would have named their children after you, looked up to you, you would have been a role model to people everywhere. I would tell you things that would make a normal person feel good, but you aren't normal. You only care if something is in it for you. So those are the things I choose to tell you. You could have gone to Azkaban, at least there em you would have been safe from him. From death. I would prefer to be with dementors everyday over being a death eater any day. You're a rat Peter, and nothing better. I can't tell you how I'll feel when you die in this war, because believe me, you will. I don't want anyone dead. Hell, I don't want Voldemort dead. I want this to stop. This greediness for power. It's everywhere. Even in the muggle world. But things aren't sunshine and rainbows like people dream. In the perfect world, I'd be with Harry, waiting nervously to tell our parents I was pregnant. I would be basking in the comfort Harry provided. I would be getting ready to spend Christmas with my family and friends, I guess I don't totally regret Dad going to Azkaban. I am happy he brought Mum into my life, as selfish as that is. I have nothing else to say. I'm finished. What do you want Tom?" I turned to Tom warily, still feeling the wand in my sleeve. He stood up and started clapping.

"What a beautiful speech! Tell me, did you mean it when you said you don't want me dead?"

"With all my heart." I promised, nodding solemnly.

"How, nice, of you. Onto other matters." He seemed, shocked. I rolled my eyes and folded my arms not over my chest, but my stomach. I'm feeling dry protective now. "I hear you have good news? Triplets. Well, I was prepared for one child of the boy known as Harry Potter, but three?" He sighed heavily, smirking evilly. "We can't have that can we? I think this is the end, Gracelyn Paige Black-Potter."

"Not just yet." I smirked, much to their horror. I pulled the wand out of my sleeve. "I still have a few tricks up my sleeve."

I feel like a badarse. A corny badarse. But still, a badarse.

Harry's POV* * * *

These last two weeks without him, Ron, has been hell. I can't think straight anymore, Hermione hardly speaks to me! like I said, it's hell. I made the mistake of voicing my thoughts about Gracie's death to Hermione. I know she isn't gone, I'm not stupid. Hermione didn't take kindly to this.

"SHE'S GONE HARRY! GET OVER IT! WE ALL MISS HER, BUT SHE JUST ISN'T COMING BACK, AND SHE NEVER WILL, GOT IT?" She had snapped, glaring at me with all of her might. Gracie would slap some sense into her. But I can't do that, I couldn't if I wanted to. I turned on the radio instead, listening to the music. I walked closer to Hermione, and began to dance, making her join in. It took about ten minutes of laughing and dancing to get her to loosen up, and finally, she laughed. "I'm sorry Harry. That was insensitive of me."

"It's fine. So, you were talking to yourself? About that mark?"

"Yes. Harry, it's inked in. Someone put it there and I think it was Dumbledore. I want to go to Godric's Hollow."

"So we'll go tonight." Hermione nodded and I began to walk away, until it happened. I was seeing what Voldemort sees again. And what he sees, is Gracie.

"Harry?" Hermione yelled, running over to me. I tuned her out, watching intently. I could see Gracie, she was alive. This is a present time vision. I can see the bump. I wanted to smile, to be with her, but I couldn't. He has her.

"He has Gracie! Hermione I promise you. I can see it." I tuned back in. She was telling Pettigrew off, it's definitely her.

Nat? I groaned as I saw her in the background, snickering. I drunk the whole scene in, trying hard to hear. Finally, I did.

"- all my heart." She crossed her arms an I groaned in frustration. I missed it.

"How nice if you. Onto other matters." I smiled softly, not caring that I was crying. I can see her. Hear her. It's almost as if I'm actually with her. "I hear you have good news? Triplets."

Triplets?

Triplets.

Triplets!

"Well, I was prepared for one child of the bit known as Harry Potter, but three?" Three. "We can't have that, can we? I think this is the end Gracelyn Paige Black-Potter."

"Not just yet."

"Harry what is it? Is she okay?"

"Sh!"

"Sorry."

I watched as she pulled a wand out of her sleeve. Oh bloody hell. They let her have a wand? "I still have a few tricks left up my sleeve." I laughed, loudly. I can't believe she just said that.

No doubt in my mind that this is my Gracie and this isn't a planted vision. He was letting me see, it was meant to torture me. It only made me stronger. I have to find her. She's alive.

She fired silent spell after silent spell. Nat barged in, grabbing the wand and replacing it. Upon closer inspection, I realized Gracie had Nat's wand and that try traded. They must not have given her a wand and Nat must have just got there. Where is it?

Please just tell me where you're at.

"Kill her!"

"No." Gracie deadpanned, glaring at them. She was challenging them. I smirked when none of them moved.

"Ooh. Y'all scared of her on a normal day, when she's in a good mood. Wait till she gets ahold of you at the hormonal part d the pregnancy. I can't wait!" Nat jumped up and down excitedly, making me chuckle. I laughed hard when the people in the room looked truly horrified. I smiled sadly, I need her. I miss her. The vision ended as Malfoy was told to escort them back to the dungeon. Why? Where are they?

"What happened? Please tell me, I miss her so much." Hermione mumbled, helping me to my feet. I let her help, the memory on my mind.

"I missed her talking, but it looked like she was telling off Wormtail. Then he said, he said she was having triplets." I smiled, looking to her.

"Triplets?" She gasped, looking shocked. I chuckled and nodded, I wish I was with her!

"Then he told her he could do one little Potter running around, but not three. He said it was the end, called her by her full name. Even added Potter to it." Hermione smiled a little. "Do you want to know what the corny little bugger said?"

"What?" Hermione giggled, packing our things. Guess we're leaving.

"She pulled a wand out of her sleeve and said: 'not just yet. I still have a few tricks up my sleeve.' I swear, she's a nutter, but she's my nutter." I smiled, standing up and standing beside her. She laughed loudly as we apparated into Godric's Hollow.

"We should have used polyjuice." Hermione muttered, the church bells chimed and snow was everywhere. A man wished another man a happy holiday. "Harry, it's Christmas."

I should be spending this with Gracie. "No, it's Christmas Eve." I muttered, noticing a sign. I turned around and saw a graveyard. "Hermione..."

"Lets go." She smiled, pulling me into the graveyard. We began searching for my parents, searching row after row after row. I began to feel angry, did they not even bury them here? Hermione called me over and my heart sped up.

"Did you find them?" I called, meeting her at a grave. I frowned, seeing only one.

"No Harry. I'm sorry, but look, it's that sign again." I did look, and there it was.

"Did I tell you? Mr. Lovegood was wearing that at Bill and Fleur's wedding." Hermione shook her head 'no'. "Well he was. What's the name on the headstone?"

"Pervil." I nodded, walking off again cute trailed the rows carefully, eyeing each headstone. Finally, I found it. I sat down beside it, despite the freezing snow under me.

"Hey Mum, Dad. I know you've been watching over me, but I'm going to tell you anyway. So I met this girl, a while ago. We were close friends for a while, but then, things changed. We got together. We never fought, maybe once or twice, she captured my heart and kept it with her at all times. Every year, every month, every week, day, hour and minute, I would find myself falling deeper and deeper. As corny as that sounds." I chuckled, shaking my head. "She's so strong, so big-hearted and loving, yet defiant and crazy at the same time. I made a mistake, I talked her into staying behind from our trip. I miss her so much, I need her. And guess what! I'm going to be a dad. First time being a parent and I've got three kids right off the bat. I am sort of scared. Couldn't of imagine? Having two kids like you, Dad, and Sirius with another like Mum? Or maybe they will be just like their mum, oh they'd have me wrapped around their fingers. I know they will anyway, I know it." I smiled, spilling it all out. "So now I am worrying so much because HE has her. And my little babies, them too. He could hurt them, any of them."

"Don't forget to tell them how you're going to be hurt Harry." I turned to a smirking Hermione, who conjured flowers and put them on the grave. I raised an eyebrow. "The Weasley's."

"Oh yeah. So she grew up with the Weasley's since Sirius was in Azkaban. They all still think of her as their baby sister, and I'm pretty sure they're going to kill me. Lets see, there is; the curse breaker who works in tombs with goblins in Egypt, the one who works with dragons in Romania, the one working with death eaters at the ministry because he's too prideful to come home, the quidditch team beaters (best I know too) and lets not forget my best mate. Then there's her dad, Sirius. And Remus. Her godfather. Not to mention her mum, and Professor McGonagall, her grandfather. I don't think her little sister, Ginny, will be pleased either." I laughed, ticking them off. "And out of all of those, the most terrifying of all. Her cousin. Natalyn Black."

"Harry might see you sooner than he thinks." Hermione giggled, ruffling my already messed up hair. I rolled my eyes, but turned back to the grave.

"I know you're watching, but I wanted to tell you. I wanted you to hear it. I guess this is goodbye, I love you." I smiled, standing up.

Hermione tugged on my sleeve all of a sudden, pointing to a figure at the end of the graveyard. I had to squint to make her out, but I had a feeling I knew who she was. "We're being watched." Hermione whispered.

"I know. I think she wants us to follow her. Come on." I smiled, dragging her along with me. I think I'm right. We approached her quickly. "Are you Bathilda?"

She said nothing, only nodded.

At her command, we followed her to a house. Confused, I began to look around. Hermione had found a copy of Rita Skeeter's new book about Dumbledore. Bathilda was still motioning me to follow her, so I did.

Something I'll soon regret.