"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 EIGHTEEN HOUR JOURNEY from Immingham to Denmark wasn't as tiring as Grace had imagined. But it had been quite boring. She had spent her day roaming on the deck and occasionally talking to the Muggles or sometimes just admiring the view of the sea. The deeper they went into the water, the more varieties of sea animals she saw. Though she didn't saw a single mermaid; she figured they dwelled in more deeper oceans where they was no chance of Muggles catching them.
The night was quite beautiful; the musicians played slow music and the moon and stars shone brightly in the sky. Grace thought that if her friends and her brother had been with her, the journey would've been merrier.
The ferry had reached Denmark the next day at five in the morning. It was still very dark as Grace got down on the dock along with other passengers. She couldn't help but think that it would've been better if she could've just apparated here. She couldn't help but imagine how the Muggles managed without magic; because she couldn't imagine her life without magic.
Exiting the dock, she made her way toward an isolated area which wasn't hard to find. she glanced around to make sure no was watching before she disapparated.
The usual tightness engulfed her; Grace's feet parted company with the snowy ground, then slammed hard onto what felt like frozen earth covered in leaves.
Tisvilde Hegn forest felt like a place from heavens. The snow covered the trees and the ground and it was bitterly cold.
The sun was coming up: The pure, colorless vastness of the sky stretched over her, indifferent to the world's suffering. Grace took a deep breath of clean air. Simply to be alive to watch the sun rise over the sparkling snowy hillside ought to have been the greatest treasure on earth, yet she could not appreciate it: Her senses had been spiked by the calamity of fearing what she would find here.
When Sirius was alive, Grace asked him if she was to ever visit her mother's side of family where would she find them. Her father had told her they lived right in the middle of Tisvilde Hegn forest of Denmark; protected by every enchantments and spells.
The icy snow crunched under her leather boots -- a gift from Tonks on her seventeenth birthday -- as she started walking forward in search of the Abildgaard's Manor.
The snow fell lazily now, in big, fat clumps that gathered along every nook and bump of the trees. Mesmerizing—the lethal, gentle beauty of the snow.
Barely a few minutes had passed, that Grace suddenly felt the presence of another person. She tensed and her grip on her wand tightened. She slowed her pace and swiftly turned around, her wand raised at the stranger.
