"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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SHE WAS GROWING IMPATIENT. Since the night she read Audhelga's journal, she was craving for answers, and her curiosity had reached its peaks. But she coxed herself to wait a little more, so she could be sure that the others were ready. She couldn't leave them alone, she was going to help them form a plan and then leave.
Grace sat beside Harry on the kitchen chair, her head leaning on his shoulder. Just then a deafening crack echoed around the kitchen. Her immediate thought was that Remus had burst back into the room, and for a split second, she did not take in the mass of struggling limbs that had appeared out of thin air right beside her chair.
She hurried to his feet as Kreacher disentangled himself and, bowing low to Grace, croaked, "Kreacher has returned with the thief Mundungus Fletcher, Mistress."
Mundungus scrambled up and pulled out his wand; Harry, however, was too quick for him.
"Expelliarmus!"
Mundungus's wand soared into the air, and Harry caught it. Wild-eyed, Mundungus dived for the stairs. Ron rugby-tackled him and Mundungus hit the stone floor with a muffled crunch.
"What?" he bellowed, writhing in his attempts to free himself from Ron's grip. "Wha've I done? Setting a bleedin' 'house-elf on me, what are you playing at, wha've I done, lemme go, lemme go, of – "
"You're not in much of a position to make threats," said Grace.
She crossed the kitchen in a few strides, and dropped to her knees beside Mundungus, who stopped struggling and looked terrified.
Ron got up, panting, and watched as Grace pointed her wand deliberately at Mundungus's nose. Mundungus stank of stale sweat and tobacco smoke. His hair was matted and his robes stained.
"Kreacher apologizes for the delay in bringing the thief, Mistress," croaked the elf. "Fletcher knows how to avoid capture, has many hidey-holes and accomplices. Nevertheless, Kreacher cornered the thief in the end."
"You've done really well, Kreacher," said Grace, and the elf bowed low.
"We've got a few questions for you," Harry told Mundungus, who shouted at once.
"I panicked, okay? I never wanted to come along, no offense, mate, but I never volunteered to die for you, an' that was bleedin' You-Know-Who come flying at me, anyone woulda got outta there. I said all along I didn't wanna do it –"
"For your information, none of the rest of us Disapparated," said Hermione.
"Well, you're a bunch of bleedin' 'eroes then, aren't you, but I never pretended I was up for killing meself –"
