"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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PATCHES OF BRIGHT BLUE sky were beginning to appear over the castle turrets, but these signs of approaching summer did not lift Grace's mood. She was intensely annoyed at Harry's obsession with Draco, and she had been thwarted in her efforts to start a conversation with Slughorn that might lead, somehow, to Slughorn handing over the memory he had apparently suppressed for decades.
"For the last time, Harry, just forget about Draco," Grace told Harry firmly.
They were sitting with Hermione and Ron in a sunny corner of the courtyard after lunch. Hermione and Ron were both clutching a Ministry of Magic leaflet — Common Apparition Mistakes and How to Avoid Them — for both of them and Grace were taking their tests that very afternoon, but by and large the leaflets had not proved soothing to the nerves. Grace, who was perfect at apparition, had nothing to worry about — except Harry's obsession, of course.
Ron gave a start and tried to hide behind Hermione as a girl came around the corner.
"It isn't Lavender," said Hermione wearily.
"Oh, good," said Ron, relaxing.
"Freya Black? Harry Potter?" said the girl. "I was asked to give you this."
"Thanks . . ."
Grace's heart sank as she took the small scroll of parchment. Once the girl was out of earshot Harry said, "Dumbledore said we wouldn't be having any more lessons until I got the memory!"
"Maybe he wants to check on how you two are doing?" suggested Hermione, as Grace unrolled the parchment; but rather than finding Dumbledore's long, narrow, slanted writing he saw an untidy sprawl, very difficult to read due to the presence of large blotches on the parchment where the ink had run.
Dear, Harry, Grace, Ron and Hermione,
Aragog died last night. Harry, Grace and Ron, you met him and you know how special he was. Hermione, I know, you'd have liked him. It would mean a lot to me if you would nip down for the burial later this evening. I'm planning on doing it round dust, that was his favorite time of day. I know you're not supposed to out that late, but you can use the clock. Wouldn't ask, but I can't face it alone.
Hagrid.
"Look at this," said Grace, handing the note to Harry and Hermione.
"Oh, for heaven's sake," she said, scanning it quickly and passing it to Ron, who read it through looking increasingly incredulous.
