"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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THE NEXT DAY GRACE woke up early to write the letter to Sirius. She and Harry had decided to write to him early in the morning together. Judging by the sleepy silence and the freshly minted look of that beam of sunlight, it was just after daybreak. She pulled open the curtains around her bed, got up, and started to dress. The only sound apart from the distant twittering of birds was the slow, deep breathing of his fellow Gryffindors. She opened her schoolbag carefully, pulled out parchment and quill, and headed out of the dormitory for the common room.
Making straight for her favorite squashy old armchair beside the now extinct fire, Grace settled herself down comfortably and unrolled her parchment while looking around the room.
"How're we writing?" It was Harry. He just came down the stairs and settled next to Grace.
"In codes of course." said Grace. "I'm thinking how to give him information without directly giving him information."
They sat quite motionless for a while, gazing into the fireplace, then, finally coming to a decision before discussing among themselves, Grace dipped her quill into the ink bottle once more and set it resolutely upon the parchment.
Dear Snuffles,
Hope you're okay, the first week back here's been terrible, We're really glad it's the weekend. We've got a new Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher, Professor Umbridge. She's nearly as nice as your mum. We're writing because that thing Harry wrote to you about last summer happened again last night when we were doing a detention with Umbridge.
We're all missing our biggest friend, we hope he'll be back soon. Please write back quickly.
Best, Grace and Harry.
"How's this?" said Grace handing him the letter. "I hope it's coded enough."
Harry took it and tried to read it from outsider view, before handing it back to her.
"It's perfect." said Harry standing up. "No one will know."
"Then let's go to the owlery." said Grace standing up too.
Sealing the parchment carefully they climbed through the portrait hole and headed off for the Owlery.
"I would not go that way if I were you," said Nearly Headless Nick, drifting disconcertingly through a wall just ahead of them as they walked down the passage. "Peeves is planning an amusing joke on the next person to pass the bust of Paracelsus halfway down the corridor."
