She is Grace

Chapter 1

"Harry Potter is dead!!" Voldemort screamed. As he uttered those words Grace felt her whole body fill with hurt and anger.
"No!!!" She cried running over to Harry, who was lying on the ground lifeless. Someone grabbed her arm. She spun around to see Fred holding her back. He pulled her back to stop her from interfering.
"You stupid girl" Voldemort laughed. Lucius scowled at his daughter, he'd always hated the fact she associated with 'Mudbloods' or Muggle Borns as she called them, 'Blood Traitors' And even Harry Potter. He didn't approve of his daughter dating Harry Potter but he knew it would come to an end when Harry was inevitably killed by Voldemort. But he never thought she could embarrass him like that. Harry was gone, and she couldn't change that.
"Now Draco come" Lucius commanded.  Draco looked at his sister, her eyes were begging him not to go. "Draco" Lucius repeated, quieter this time. He decided it was best to leave, he walked over to his father. Hermione was finding it incredibly hard to hold it together. She had lost Percy and Harry, but she couldn't imagine how Grace felt, after all she'd lost Percy, Harry her boyfriend and best friend and even her own twin brother left. But she was fighting strong, she was clearly upset but she wasn't going to give in.
"Now, surrender to me or die" Grace was about to object but Fred wouldn't let her, she could tell he didn't want her to be hurt.
"NO!!" Neville shouted, stepping forward. "HARRY GAVE UP EVERYTHING FOR US! FOR ALL OF US!!!" Voldemort rolled his eyes in annoyance, he simply shot the cruciatis curse at him, he fell to the ground in pain. Grace stumbled, Fred stopped her from falling.
"Sort them, Mudbloods, Blood Traitors And half-bloods. Death Eaters gather your children" The crowd of Death Eaters entered the crowd of students. Fred let go of Graces arm. She looked up at him, he read her eyes and nodded before they ran off in their separate directions. Graces brown, laced boots colided with the ground. Her long sleeved maroon TShirt was covered by a navy denim jacket with a hood, like the one on hoodies. She also had black trousers on. Her blonde hair was in a messy plait. The seventeen year old knew what she was doing, gathering students and getting them into the Room of Requirement. Grace nearly tripped as someone grabbed her wrist. She tried to draw her wand but couldn't in time.
"Grace, cool it" Draco told her, still gripping her wrist.
"Let me go Dray" she tried to pull free, but her brother was too strong. Her face tear stained, and there were many scars all over her hands, arms and face. There was an M carved into her arm by her Aunt Bellatrix, M for Malfoy. Draco wiped away one of her tears.
"Shh, I need to tell you something sis" she nodded and stopped struggling, "I love you sis, and I know you do this, now go save the world" he smiled at her, she smiled back through her tears and ran off.
"Let me go!" She heard a first year cry. A death eater had their wand to the boys throat.
"Stupefy!!" Grace shouted and the masked man fell to the ground. The boy ran over and hugged her tight. He recognised her, after all she had been on the news a lot recently. Her, Harry, Ron and Hermione had been on the run from Death Eaters and they'd taken over the media. And well pretty much everything.
"Come on let's find some more kids" He nodded and gripped her hand. Along the way she gathered around thirty kids, all below fourth year. Grace felt her heart rate increased as she had to cross a highly dangerous battlefield to reach the school.
"Need some help?" Fred smiled at her, she nodded. From the front she led them across, Fred made sure no one fell behind. Eventually they made it inside and into the Room of Requirement. Between the two of them they'd rescued about fifty students. Most of them were crying their eyes out, they were scared, terrified even. Of what was going to happen to them. To their friends. To their families. Once Grace and Fred were pretty sure it was safe they went to check for any other students. And to attempt to identify the dead.