"If your whole life turns out to be a lie, what will you do then?"
"If everything you knew turns out to be a hoax, what will you do then?"
Graciana Duerre Weasley, twin sister of Ron Weasley, is a troublemaker. Mischievous but a little introvert, bo...
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GRACE STOOD IN THE middle of Temple of Auðhelga.
This was the third time she was there. Like all the dreams before, her clone stood in front of her with the same dagger.
"You need to die." It whispered and stabbed Grace in the stomach.
Again, and again and again and again until Grace lay in her own pool of blood.
She woke up startled and wiped the sweat off her face. This was the third time she dreamt the same dream and still she couldn't understand what it meant. What was it trying to say? Did it meant she had to kill herself or that she had to visit that place?
"What is it?" said Hermione from her bed. "Did you have a nightmare again?"
"Nothing serious." lied Grace getting off her bed.
"If you're having them frequently, then it's serious, Grace." said Hermione sternly, concern visible in her eyes.
"I'm not having them frequently." Grace lied again. "anyways, isn't it time to go down for breakfast?"
"It is, I was waiting for you to wake up."
"Let's go after I get ready." said Grace.
They met Harry and Ron in the common room and together they made their way to the Great Hall. It turned out Ron had something great to tell them. Apparently, Harry tried a new spell which made Ron hand upside down in the air. Instead of being offended, he found it quite amusing.
". . . and then there was another flash of light and I landed on the bed again!" Ron grinned, helping himself to sausages.
Hermione had not cracked a smile during this anecdote, and now turned an expression of wintry disapproval upon Harry.
"Was this spell, by any chance, another one from that potion book of yours?" she asked.
Grace wasn't listening to any of this, her mind was trying to make out meaning of her regular nightmare. Dumbledore had told her that place belonged to her mother's side of family in Faroese islands. She remembered the painting on the walls, but could never remember what was in it precisely. And what did it meant seeing herself stabbing her? Hermione, Harry and Ron continued arguing on that book, which only irritated her.
"Maybe your dad did use it, Harry," said Hermione when Harry told her that his dad used that spell before, "but he's not the only one. We've seen a whole bunch of people use it, in case you've forgotten. Dangling people in the air. Making them float along, asleep, helpless."
