Enchanted [Fred Weasley]

Eighty-Three

"Grace, get up!" Someone cried. Grace rolled over on her side and groaned.

"Leave me alone." She mumbled, her words barely audible.

"Professor Flitwick needs to see you. He says it's urgent." Grace sat up and rubbed her eyes. She yawned then grabbed her wand.

"Lumos." The room was filled with a small light from Grace's wand. Reese stood there with her arms crossed.

"How do you know he needs me?" Grace asked.

"Well, I served my detention and I got the riddle wrong. So, I fell asleep outside the door. He woke me up and told me to come get you." Grace groaned and got up. Reese mumbled a goodnight and crawled into her own bed.

"Lumos Nox." Grace muttered. The room went dark again.

"Miss Kellner, there you are!" Professor Flitwick said.

"Sir, what's going on?" Grace asked as she stifled a yawn.

"Just follow me." He said. Grace didn't ask anymore questions. She just followed the man to the Headmasters office. When they got into the office, Grace saw Harry and the Weasleys there as well. Fred looked up at her with a worried face.

"What's happened?"

• • •

Grace was completely shocked about the news of Mr. Weasley. Yet nothing compared to Harry and the Weasley family. Harry was pale and looked as if he just crawled back from the depths of hell. The Weasley children were miserable as they begged to go to St. Mungo's.

"He's our dad!" Ginny shouted. Grace said nothing, just watched as they bickered.

"That doesn't mean you can go marching into St. Mungo's!" Sirius retorted.

"It's our dad dying we're talking about!" George yelled.

"You kids don't understand–there are things worth dying for!" Fred opened his mouth to yell back, but everyone went silent when Florence apparated into the room.

"Everyone just be quiet and calm down." She demanded. Florence did not seem to be in the mood for arguing. She took out her wand and got everyone a butterbeer. The kids drank them silently. With a burst of fire, a scroll of parchment fell on the table along with a single golden phoenix tail feather.

"Fawks!" Sirius cried.

"Sirius, may I talk to you?" Florence asked, but it was more of a demand. The two adults slipped out of the kitchen and out of ear shot as the kids read the letter.

"What's wrong?" Sirius asked. Florence crossed her arms and sighed.

"Catalina, s-she didn't tell him on purpose. Someone else else told him that she knew something that could help them. They dragged her out of her home at night. This person was also the one that gave the idea of Leslie or the journals." Sirius seemed skeptical.

"How do you know?"

"I turned into my animagus form and scouted her. It's true, I just know it." Florence put her hand up to her mouth to keep her cry silent. Tears spilled out of her eyes.

"Flo, who is it?" Sirius asked, putting his hands on her shoulders.

"Naomi Phillips." The name was enough for a small whimper to escape Florences' lips.

"Naomi." Sirius whispered. Of course he knew Naomi. She went to Hogwarts with the two. Florence had befriended her in their second year. At one point she even caused a rift in Florence and Catalina's friendship.

"Florence, are you sure? Naomi is a–"

"–Hufflepuff? That doesn't matter. She's a Death Eater. I even saw the mark." Sirius was speechless. Florence leaned her head on his shoulder as she cried. "It wasn't Catalina's fault." Florence whispered.

"It's alright." Sirius murmured as he hugged his wife.

"It wasn't her fault."

Grace set down the mug as she stared at the flame from the candle. Some of the children had fallen asleep. Florence sat next to Grace, saying nothing as she stared at the table. Florence seemed to have a problem of her own that was bugging her.

Her journals, Grace needed her journals. If she could convince members of the Order to use her spell....well, this wouldn't happen again. Eventually her thoughts stopped. Grace was beyond tired. Every time she blinked it lasted a moment longer.

"Sleep, you need it." Florence told the girl. Grace didn't need to be told twice. She lay her head on the table and immediately fell asleep.

The young woman was so exhausted she didn't even wake up when Mrs. Weasley came and announced that Mr. Weasley would be fine. She didn't invade on their happiness because the girl was fast asleep. Grace didn't budge for a few hours. George went to wake her up, but Florence stopped him.

"Let the girl sleep, I need to talk to her while you lot nap." Florence said. George nodded and walked away.

Not long after everyone had slipped off to nap, Grace awoke. She rubbed her eyes and cracked her neck. It was morning now and she was pretty sure she slept through breakfast. Grace spotted Florence sitting across from her.

"Do we know if Mr. Weasley is okay?" She asked. Florence managed a small smile that seemed to be laced with grief.

"He'll be fine." Florence reassured.

"Then why do you look so sad?" Florence shook her head as if she was dismissing the matter.

"Nothing of your concern." Florence told her.

"Right, where are the others?"

"Napping, which means I can ask you my question."

"Your question?" Florence sat up and leaned forward.

"Grace, what happened with Arthur, it was terrible. Being in the Order is dangerous work. That's why I want to know if you could let us use your spell. Just in case someone is attacked again." Grace nodded.

"I thought the exact same thing." Florence smiled, but didn't mention her and Sirius had already done that.

"Glad we're on the same page."