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Grace Goyle has always understood her place in the world.
A pureblood. A Slytherin. The eldest child of a family that values blood purity, reputation, and control above all else.
Fred Weasley was never meant to matter.
He is everything she was raised to dismiss - loud, reckless, careless with rules and expectations. And yet, with every passing year, he becomes harder to ignore.
Harder to understand.
And far harder to forget.
As the war approaches and the world she believed in begins to fracture, Grace must confront the one thing she has always avoided:
The possibility that she was wrong.
About blood.
About loyalty.
About everything.
And when it all finally burns, when the lines between right and wrong collapse into something far more fragile-
"And as a ball of green flames clouded my vision, I knew that we would once again be at peace."