A/N: Sorry for such a long wait! Anyways here is chapter 1! Oh! I forgot to mention that the story takes place in Harry's 3rd year, so Fred & George's 5th year.

Chapter 1: New Living Arrangements

I hit the stone floor of the fireplace hard. Apparently hard enough for my godfather to hear from all the way from his backyard.

"Grace, what's wrong? Did something bad happen?" He spoke out in a rush.

"She's dead. A death-eater came by looking for me. She told me to hide, and now she's gone. He killed her! He killed my mother! If I ever see him, so help me God, I'll kill him." I started off quietly, but, by the end of my rant, my face now red with fury, I was shouting at the top of my lungs, fists clenching, then un-clenching.

My godfather's usual cool, calm, and collected demeanor, now vanished, his facial expression changed to sadness, then morphed into sheer rage. I've never seen uncle Remus look so positively livid. It was quite scary actually, and the scars from his monthly transformations did not help out one bit.

"No! He screamed. "This can't be true! I promised Sirius that I would take care of her, I told him that would stay out of harms way, that I would give my own life up to protect hers, and now she's gone." He finished, his voice barely audible.

Oh yeah? Did I mention Sirius Black is my dad?

Him and uncle Remus, along with two others, James Potter, whom was now dead, and Peter Pettigrew, the reason for uncle James' death, and my dad's imprisonment. Bloody traitor. They liked to call themselves the Marauders. Were best friends all throughout their whole schooling life- at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, of course.

"Well, I hate to say it, but it's true. The whole house is trashed now." I said tentatively. Unsure whether or not it was the right thing to say.

Apparently it was alright.

And then it hit me like a ton of bricks.

"Where am I going to live?" I asked in a voice that made me seem like I was scared of the world. "Can I live with you?!" I asked in a very upbeat voice. Man, these mood swings are starting to freak me out. Anyways, living with Uncle Remus is always fun. Even with his furry little problem.

"No." His voice was very monotone, as if ending the discussion there. But, he's talking to me, The Queen of all that has to do with persuading people. I apparently get it from my dad.

"Come on, I can handle it! I get that you have your 'stuff' once a month, but I'm a fifteen year-old girl. I get stuff once a month too." I spoke completely serious.

But I guess my 'seriousness' made him quite uncomfortable.

"I work for The Order! I put you in danger!" Man, he wasn't giving up.

"I'm a metamorphamagus! Voldemort and his followers are trying to recruit me! I'm already in danger!" BAM! The queen of persuasiveness in me is really shining through right now.

"Fine. You can live here. We'll talk about it more tomorrow."

"Thanks Uncle Remus. It really means a lot."

And just like that, I have a new home.

A/N: Hey! Once again, so sorry for taking so long to update! I promise I'll be around more! Please Review! Constructive Criticism really does make a difference!