Trouble Times Two (A Harry Potter fan fiction)

You're a Multi-Witch

Somehow after the movie ended, Grace was able to escape the common room and head down to Dumbledore's office. He had moved the time of the meeting to somewhat later, knowing that the Gryffindors were hosting the movie night.
When Grace got the entrance, she saw Professor McGonagall waiting for her.
"Follow me." Professor McGonagall smiled, motioning to Grace to come close to the gargoyle. "Holyhead Harpies."
They stepped right next to the Gargoyle as it took them up to Dumbledore's office. When they got to the top, Professor McGonagall rapped her knuckles on the door twice before opening it. When she opened it, Grace saw Dumbledore feeding Fawkes. He turned around and smiled warmly before ushering them over to the seating area by the fireplace.
"Sherbert Lemon?" He asked her and McGonagall.
"No thank you sir." Grace smiled sitting down in a big soft yet firm armchair.
Professor McGonagall sat on one end of a couch, with Dumbledore on the other.
"I presume you know what we are here to talk about, am i right?" Dumbledore smiled.
"Yes sir, my uh, condition, right?" Grace laughed nervously.
"Now don't go calling it a condition my dear," Dumbledore said leaning forward. "It is a humungous talent, a dangerous one, but a fantastic one. It is a gift Miss Potter, that you have been blessed with."
Grace nodded her head smiling slightly.
"Now, before we get started, how was the movie night? Gryffindor's are very well known for their events."
"It was very fun, sir." laughed Grace.
"Did the Weasley's pull a prank?"
"Yes they did. And I helped out." Grace grinned. When Dumbledore motioned for her to go on, she continued. "Well I won't go into all the details, but I guess you can say that I pranked them with their very own prank."
Dumbledore chuckled before flicking his wand. A big book came flying down from one of the very top shelves. It opened infront of him, and the pages turned, untill they stopped at a page with the title 'Wizards'.
"I don't know why you always insist on getting books of the shelves when you already know all the information." Professor McGonagall smiled shaking her head at the wizard.
"Now. There are different stages of wizards and witches." Dumbledore said, seemingly ignoring the Professor sitting right next to him. "There is the common witch/wizard, the exceptional witch/wizard, and the multi-witch/wizard. You, my dear, are a Multi-Witch. The common witch/wizard has ordinary magical abilities. They can create potions, do spell work, pretty much what Hogwarts is for. Then, there is the exceptional witch/wizard. They are metamorphmagi, Animagi, Seers, Wizards and Witches who can speak Parseltongue, and Veelas. Now, Multi-Wizards."
Grace put her hands underneath her legs, anxious to hear what he said.
"Multi-Wizards can do the following:
-Completely change their appearance like Metamormagi's and Animagi's.
-They are like Seers or Psychic's. But unlike Seers and Psychics, they can predict the future whenever they want, and they can choose to predict many years ahead, or even just a few hours.
-They can speak and see ghosts -not like the ones at here at Hogwarts- and they can sometimes help others see and speak to them.
-They can become invisible without the use of an invisibility cloak
-They can manipulate the weather like making it snow in the desert and stoping lightning from striking
-They can do magic without the use of a wand, and non-verbaly, even before they are able to talk."
Dumbledore stopped waiting to see her reaction.
"That does sound like me doesn't it?" Grace said more to herself than to Dumbledore or McGonagall. "So would that mean Harry is like me....or my parents?"
McGonagall took over for Dumbledore. "Multi-wizards are very rare. Currently the Ministry only knows of two multi-wizardsthat are living. They don't know about you, and unless necessary they arent going to find out. But multi-wizards can be vorn into a family with no other multi-wizards, and multi-wizards will not necessarily have children like them. That's why Multi-Wizards are extremely rare. But no, your parents weren't multi-wizards, and I don't think Harry is either. Just luck that you were born one."
Grace took a moment to process this information.
"We know that it's alot to process. But there is something else we need to discuss. Some multi-wizards are just barely Multi-Wizards, which results in an extremely difficult time controlig their powers." Dumbledore said. "And then there are others who are amazing at controling theirs. By what we see by there being no uncontrolable lightning storms or no one freaking out about you disapearing and then re-appearing five seconds later, I think you have great control over your powers."
Grace smiled, nodding. "Is that all?"
"Well," said Professor McGonagall. "You still are not allowed to tell anyone this secret. Not Harry, not your friends, no other teachers, no one."
Grace nodded understanding.
"And you have to be careful. If you think that you might be getting the flu or food poisoning or something of that sort, you come straight to Professor Dumbledore's office. Those types of colds or whatever it is you wish to call them, make it extremely hard to control your powers, okay?"
"Yes Professor." Grace smiled.
"That is all for tonight." Dumbledore smiled standing up. "You are free to go back to your common room with the rest of the Gryffindors."
Grace stood up. "Thank you Professor's." Grace walked over to the door and headed back to the common room.
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Dumbledore looked over at Professor McGonagall and smiled. She was staring off into space, seemingly going through memories. She let out a sigh, and leaned back on the couch.
"What are you thinking about?" He asked her.
She looked over at him as an un-shed tear threatened to come. "Once upon a time I would go over and visit the Potter's every week. I held Grace and Harry as a baby, and I was pretty much their Grandmother. They knew who I was. If Lily and James hadn't died they would remember me." The tear finally made it's escape and trickled down her cheek.
"But they do remember you." smiled Djmbledore.
"Oh you know what I mean. I wish they remembered me as pretty much their family, not their Professor." She sighed standing up before pulling two photos out of her cloak. In one she was holding a sleeping Grace and in the other a sleeping Harry. She then put the two pictures back into the pocket in her cloak.
"Remember Minerva, what they need most is a Professor for the moment. Someone who can teach them all they need to know." Dumbledore himself thought back to when he would play with the twins, when Harry and Grace had a family.
"I know." sighed Minerva standing up and wiping the tear of her cheek. She headed to the door and as she opened it called a "Goodnight."
"Goodnight." said Dumbledore.
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The next morning Grace woke up to herself falling out of bed. She landed with a thump and rubbed her back as she got back up. She sighed sitting down on her bed and looked at the clock. It was 6:30am and the girls usually got up at 7:30, seeing as how breakfast started at 8:20 and first class started at 9:00. She knew she wasn't going to fall back asleep, so she decided she might as well get dressed.
She walked over and dug through her trunks untill she found her uniform. She picked it up and brought it with her into the bathroom, turning on the lights as she went in. With a flick of a switch, the lights came on, and she made her way over to one of the doors. Grace opened it up, and set her uniform on one of the shelfs on a wall. She went over to the small mirror to with the countertop underneath it, and scratched her head. She sighed, seeing the mess of curls that was on her head. She heard that most girls coukd do their hair before they went to bed, and they would wake up with their hair looking like it had just been done, but Grace wasn't one of those people. No, she was too much of a turner in her sleep. Before she even fell asleep she had to switch sides four times.
Grace reached in and turned on the shower to hot, so that a little puff of steam came out with the water. She took of her pajama's and got in.
As Grace scrubbed her hair, she thought of what had caused her to wake up, and she realized it was a nightmare. But what she found strange was that she couldn't remember much of it. Just an evil laughter, followed by a scream. She shivered despite the hot water. Hopefully she didn't have too many more nightmare's.
Grace thought back to last night. The movie night had been tons of fun, and she found herself wondering if they would do more nights somewhat like that. She also decided that Fred and George Weasley might end up being her good friends, and Grace knew she had pretty good judgement of character, and despite what Hermione thought, Grace liked the twins.
Then Grace thought of the meeting last night with Dumbledore and McGonagall. She had learned alot about what she can do. So far, she knew she could change her appearance and the weather. She thought she could talk to ghosts because sometimes she heard voices when there was no one around-she was gonna have to learn how to control that- and she knew she could become invisible. She guessed she could do magic non verbally and without a wand, but she didn't know if she was a Psychic.
Grace turned off the hot water and got out of the shower and got dressed into her uniform. With her hair still up in a towel, she decided she was going to try all of that again just to make sure it wasn't a big misunderstanding.
She dried her hair with the blowdryer, and put some anti-friz product in it, and then she rubbed her hands together. She could do this. First she changed her appearance. She made her silvery green eyes change to a dark brown, and made her curls go light brown and straight, all the way to the bottom of her back. Then she changed back to herself. Next, she changed into a butterfly, and she flew around the room laughing. Flying was fun. She landed on the counter, and she changed back to herself once again.
Next she stood infront of the tiny mirror and tried to turn herself invisible. She imagined her body staying there, but almost blending in so no one would be able to see herself. She watched in the mirror as she slowly disappeared. She decided she was going to have to get faster at that.
Then Grace tried the weather. She willed it to start to snow with her mind, imaging small flurries coming down from the roof. It worked, and the ends of her hair started turning white, freezing from the cold. Strangely though, Grace didnt feel cold. She stopped the snow and melted the frost that was on her hair.
Next she tried to think of a spell. She couldn't think of one of hand, so she just decided to try and make spirals of glitter come out of her hand. It worked. Glittering trails of red and gold sparkles flew through the air, coming out of the palm of her hand. It was beutiful. She made the sparkles come back into her hand.
She then sat down on the floor. Now the hard ones. Talking to ghosts and predicting the future. She decided to start with the ghosts. She concentrated very hard, focusing on the ghosts. She heard faint whispers. She got too excited though, and lost concentration and the whispers stopped. She calmed herself and tried again. She focused on two names in general. James Potter and Lily Potter. James Potter and Lily Potter. She heard whispers, and ahead of her she saw silver mist. She tried calling out to them from her mind. Suddenly the mist began to take on the form of two people. It shimmered until it created the forms of two people. The man looked exactly like Harry, just older. The woman had long hair and dimples, a bright smile as a tear trickled down her cheek.
The two ghosts rushed forward and hugged Grace.
"My baby, my baby." The woman laughed in between tears. The two pulled back and Grace stared at them in surprise. "Oh James, look how beutiful she is!" The woman exclaimed wiping away her tears. "She's grown so much! She has your black hair, and my eyes and dimples, and where did she get those gorgeus ringlets!? Oh never mind!"
Grace was stunned. "Mom? Dad?" She whispered.
"Yes baby. Oh you have my necklace and ring!" Lily Potter smiled.
"You've grown up so much." James smiled happily a tear falling down his cheek. "We're so sorry that we couldn't have been there for you, to watch you grow up, but we hope you understand."
"It's fine." Grace laughed tears coming down her cheeks. These were her parents. Her parents. The ones she had always wondered if she looked like. The ones she wondered if were out there somewhere, watching over her. "I can't believe I'm talking to you!"
"I know sweetie." Her mom cried giving her another hug.
"My baby girl," her dad said hugging her. "You are so special. And we love you and Harry so so much, make sure he knows that."
Grace nodded, hugging her parents tighter.
"We watch over you, but there are certain times we are un able to, but we try to look over you as much as possible." Her mother smiled. "I am so sorry you never got a proper home with a family who cared about you as much as I did. And I am so sorry that your Aunt and Uncle were so terrible to Harry."
"Remember Grace, always be strong, and brave. And just because you were sorted into Gryffindor doesn't mean you can't be loyal, intelligent and ambitious." Her dad smiled.
Grace nodded. "I know dad."
He laughed. "Of course you do. You are extremely smart, just like your mother here."
"We've got to go, we can't stay here for too long." Her mother smiled sadly. "Anytime you need us, or just want to talk and we'll be here, waiting for you."
They started to disappear, when her father spoke up. "And Grace?"
"Yea dad?"
"Fantastic job pranking the twins. Keep it up." Her mother nudged him and he laughed. "And keep up your school work too."
"I will." Grace laughed.
"You have your mothers laugh." He grinned. "We love you darling."
"Me and Harry love you to." Grace smiled.
"Love you sweetie." Her mom smiled waving.
"Love you mom."
The couple disappeared, and Grace sat down on the floor and smiled. so they weren't truly gone. She could talk to them, and she probably could let Harry talk to them.....but she wasn't allowed to tell anyone. Sne would have to talkt to McGonagall and Dumbledore. Surely they could make an exception.
She decided to keep going on with what she had started. Predicting the future. She decided to try for later today. She had no idea how she did it, but suddenly she was in a trance. She saw Professor McGonagall talking to herself and Harry. "Come with me, you two." She said leading them down a hallway. She saw herself and Harry nervously look at each other, and saw Hermione shaking her head.
That was all before Grace snapped out of her trance. She got up. She smiled. Guess she was a mulit-wizard after all. She opened the door, and took her pajamas with her. She stuffed them in her trunk, and pulled a hair elastic off of her wrist to put her hair up. She shoved it in a quick bun, andwent down tothe Gryffindor common room. She grabbed a book off of one of the shelves, sat in a chair, and decided to read while she waited for everyone else to get up.