Time Skip to summer before 7th year. There will be flashbacks, they will be in italics. :) I own nothing besides Grace. All credits go to J.K Rowling.

Grace was sitting in the Malfoy Manor's parlor reading when a familiar white owl came flying in an open window. It was Hedwig, Harry's owl, he had a letter tied to his leg. Grace got up and untied it, the owl gave her a friendly nobble on her finger. Grace gave Hedwig some owl treats and sent him off.

𝑫𝒆𝒂𝒓 π‘½π’Šπ’™π’†π’,

π‘΄π’š π’”π’–π’Žπ’Žπ’†π’“ 𝒉𝒂𝒔 𝒃𝒆𝒆𝒏 𝒅𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒅𝒇𝒖𝒍 𝒔𝒐 𝒇𝒂𝒓. π‘­π’Šπ’“π’”π’• 𝑹𝒐𝒏 𝒄𝒂𝒍𝒍𝒆𝒅 π’Žπ’† 𝒐𝒏 𝒕𝒉𝒆 π‘΄π’–π’ˆπ’ˆπ’π’† 𝒑𝒉𝒐𝒏𝒆 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝑼𝒏𝒄𝒍𝒆 𝑽𝒆𝒓𝒏𝒐𝒏 π’‚π’π’”π’˜π’†π’“π’†π’… π’Šπ’•. 𝑰 π’ˆπ’π’• π’Šπ’ 𝒕𝒓𝒐𝒖𝒃𝒍𝒆 𝒇𝒐𝒓 π’ˆπ’Šπ’—π’Šπ’π’ˆ '𝒑𝒆𝒐𝒑𝒍𝒆 π’π’Šπ’Œπ’† π’•π’‰π’†π’Ž' 𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝒑𝒉𝒐𝒏𝒆 π’π’–π’Žπ’ƒπ’†π’“. 𝑻𝒉𝒆𝒏 𝑰 π’ˆπ’π’• 𝒕𝒉𝒆 π’π’†π’˜π’” 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒕 π’Žπ’š π’‰π’π’“π’“π’Šπ’ƒπ’π’† 𝑨𝒖𝒏𝒕 π‘΄π’‚π’“π’ˆπ’† π’˜π’‚π’” π’„π’π’Žπ’Šπ’π’ˆ. 𝑺𝒉𝒆 π’Šπ’” π’ƒπ’†π’‚π’”π’•π’π’š. 𝑺𝒉𝒆 π’Šπ’π’”π’–π’π’•π’†π’… 𝒐𝒖𝒓 π’‡π’‚π’Žπ’Šπ’π’š, π’”π’‚π’šπ’Šπ’π’ˆ π’”π’π’Žπ’†π’•π’‰π’Šπ’π’ˆ π’π’Šπ’Œπ’†- 'π’π’Šπ’Œπ’† 𝒑𝒂𝒓𝒆𝒏𝒕𝒔 π’π’Šπ’Œπ’† π’„π’‰π’Šπ’π’…π’“π’†π’'. 𝑰 π’˜π’‚π’π’•π’†π’… 𝒕𝒐 𝒉𝒆𝒙 𝒉𝒆𝒓 π’“π’Šπ’ˆπ’‰π’• 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒏 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒓𝒆. 𝑩𝒖𝒕 𝑰 π’…π’Šπ’…π’'𝒕 π’ˆπ’†π’• 𝒂 𝒄𝒉𝒂𝒏𝒄𝒆 𝒃𝒆𝒄𝒂𝒖𝒔𝒆 𝒔𝒉𝒆 𝒔𝒕𝒂𝒓𝒕𝒆𝒅 𝒕𝒐 π’ƒπ’π’π’˜ 𝒖𝒑 π’π’Šπ’Œπ’† 𝒂 𝒃𝒂𝒍𝒍𝒐𝒐𝒏. 𝑺𝒐 𝑰 𝒓𝒂𝒏 π’‚π’˜π’‚π’š. 𝑰 π’Œπ’π’π’˜ π’˜π’‰π’‚π’• π’šπ’π’– 𝒂𝒓𝒆 π’ˆπ’π’Šπ’π’ˆ 𝒕𝒐 π’”π’‚π’š 'π’‰π’π’˜ π’”π’•π’–π’‘π’Šπ’…', 𝒃𝒖𝒕 𝑰 𝒄𝒐𝒖𝒍𝒅 𝒏𝒐𝒕 𝒔𝒕𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒂𝒏𝒐𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒓 π’Žπ’Šπ’π’–π’•π’† π’Šπ’ 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒉𝒐𝒖𝒔𝒆 π’˜π’Šπ’•π’‰ 𝒕𝒉𝒐𝒔𝒆 π’π’‚π’”π’•π’š 𝒑𝒆𝒐𝒑𝒍𝒆. π‘Ήπ’Šπ’ˆπ’‰π’• π’π’π’˜ 𝑰 π’‚π’Ž π’”π’•π’‚π’šπ’Šπ’π’ˆ 𝒂𝒕 𝒕𝒉𝒆 π‘³π’†π’‚π’Œπ’š π‘ͺ𝒂𝒖𝒍𝒅𝒓𝒐𝒏, π’˜π’‚π’Šπ’•π’Šπ’π’ˆ 𝒇𝒐𝒓 π’Žπ’š π’‡π’“π’Šπ’†π’π’…π’” 𝒕𝒐 π’”π’‰π’π’˜ 𝒖𝒑 𝒔𝒐𝒐𝒏. π‘Ύπ’Šπ’π’ π’šπ’π’– π’„π’π’Žπ’† π’Šπ’‡ π’šπ’π’– 𝒄𝒂𝒏? 𝑯𝒂𝒗𝒆 π’šπ’π’– 𝒉𝒆𝒂𝒓𝒅 𝒂𝒃𝒐𝒖𝒕 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒆𝒔𝒄𝒂𝒑𝒆 π’‡π’“π’π’Ž π‘¨π’›π’Œπ’‚π’ƒπ’‚π’? π‘Ίπ’Šπ’“π’Šπ’–π’” π‘©π’π’‚π’„π’Œ 𝒔𝒐𝒖𝒏𝒅𝒔 𝒅𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒅𝒇𝒖𝒍. π‘Ύπ’‰π’Šπ’π’† 𝑰 π’˜π’‚π’” π’“π’–π’π’π’Šπ’π’ˆ π’‚π’˜π’‚π’š 𝑰 π’”π’‚π’˜ 𝒂 π’ƒπ’Šπ’ˆ π’ƒπ’π’‚π’„π’Œ π’…π’π’ˆ. 𝑯𝒂𝒗𝒆 π’šπ’π’– 𝒔𝒆𝒆𝒏 𝒐𝒏𝒆 𝒂𝒓𝒐𝒖𝒏𝒅 π’‚π’π’šπ’˜π’‰π’†π’“π’†? 𝑯𝒐𝒑𝒆 𝒕𝒐 𝒔𝒆𝒆 π’šπ’π’– 𝒔𝒐𝒐𝒏. π‘―π’‚π’‘π’‘π’š π’“π’†π’‚π’π’π’š 𝒍𝒂𝒕𝒆 π’ƒπ’Šπ’“π’•π’‰π’…π’‚π’š.

π‘Ίπ’Šπ’π’„π’†π’“π’†π’π’š, π‘―π’‚π’“π’“π’š 𝑷𝒐𝒕𝒕𝒆𝒓

Vixen was a nickname Harry gave Grace after she successfully transformed into an animagus her fifth year. That had been quite a surprise for both of them.

It was five months into Grace's fifth year, Grace and Harry were the only ones in the common room. Everyone else was in the great hall for dinner.

"Harry, I am trying to become an Animagus," she said.

"What is that?"

"It is where a witch or wizard can turn into an animal. Professor McGonagall already showed me how to know what animal I am going to become."

"What animal are you going to change into," Harry asked.

"Wanna see," she asked with a smirk on her face.

"Sure!"

"This may go wrong since it is my first time, but I should be prepared. I had to hold a mandrake leaf in my mouth for a whole month," she made a face, "it was disgusting."

Grace closed her eyes and imagined herself in the body of her form, there were small amounts of pain. She opened her eyes, to say Harry was shocked was an understatement. In front of him was a medium-sized white fox with one black paw and a crescent-shaped black spot on her chest. The fox walked over to a mirror and looked at herself. She spun around in circles chasing her tail and gave out a cute bark. She changed back into her human form and Harry was still shocked.

"Can I give you a nickname," he asked.

Grace laughed. "Sure."

"I think the name Vixen should suffice."

"Perfect"

Grace laughed at the memories. For some reason the minute she saw Harry she felt this strong connection to him. She felt as if she needed to protect him from anything and everything. The door to the parlor opened and her mother interrupted her thoughts.

"Darling have you seen the Daily Prophet yet this summer."

"No, I haven't read anything in that this summer. I'm just trying to steer away from all the drama."

"Well your father and I want you to read this one," Narcissa handed the newspaper to Grace and walked out.

Black Still At Large

Sirius Black, possibly the most infamous prisoner ever to be held in Azkaban fortress, is still eluding capture, the Ministry of Magic confirmed today.

"We are doing all that we can to recapture Black," said the Minister of Magic, Cornelius Fudge, this morning, "and we will beg the magical community to remain calm."

Fudge has been criticized by some members of the International Federation of Warlocks for informing the Muggle Prime Minister of the crisis.

"Well, really, I had to, don't you know," said an irritable Fudge. "Black is mad. He is dangerous to anyone who crosses him, magic or muggle. I have the Prime Minister's assurance that he will not breathe a word on Black's true identity to anyone. And let's face it-who'd believe him if he did?"

While Muggles have been told Black is carrying a kind of metal wand that Muggles use to harm each other, the magical community lives in fear of a massacre like that of twelve years ago, when he killed thirteen people with one curse.

Grace looked into the eyes of Sirius Black, the only part of his face that seemed alive. The grayness of them seemed dull with age but something about them seemed so familiar to her.

She walked out to where her parents were sitting and took a deep breath.

"Mom, Dad can I go to the Leaky Cauldron for the rest of the summer? I will be very responsible and not go looking for trouble. Please?'

Her mom and dad looked at each other. "You know there was a reason we gave you that paper. Sirius Black is very dangerous."

"It's not like I'm going to go looking for Black. I'm going to stay in the Leaky Cauldron then go into Diagon Alley to get my things for school. I think it is highly unlikely that Sirius will be there seeing how many people are out looking for him."

"Fine," her father Lucius said, "get your things ready you're going to floor there I will apparate your things there."

When all Grace and all her things were safely transported to the Leaky Cauldron and she said goodbye to her father, she went looking for Harry. She found them sitting around a big table with all the Weasleys, Hermonie Granger, and a big ball of orange fur.

"Grace! You came," Harry yelled and hopped up out of his seat. Grace was engulfed in a big hug. She lost her balance and started falling backward.

"Ow, ow, ow."

"Oh Merlin, I'm so sorry Grace. Um, here let me help you up."

"A little over-excited to see me are you now?"

He blushed. "I missed you."

I wrapped him in a hug. "I missed you too. Did you get your things for school?"

"Yes."

"Grace! Come here. Oh! How are you," said Mrs. Weasley as she hugged Grace.

"Good! How was your summer in Egypt?"

"Oh it was great-" she started.

"We tried to lock Percy in a pyramid," Geroge said.

"We could have done it if mom didn't catch us," Fred finished.

"You two, I swear one of these days karma will be knocking at your door."

They grinned at Grace. "We know."

"We will be waiting for it."

Later that evening Grace and Harry were walking along a hallway when they heard a pair of voices. They soon recognized them as Mr. and Mrs. Weasleys.

"...makes no sense to tell them," said Mr. Weasley. "They have a right to know. I've tried to tell Fudge, but he insists on treating them like children. Harry is thirteen and Grace is seventeen, and-"

"Arthur, the truth would terrify him!" yelled Mrs. Weasley. "Do you really want to send Harry and Grace back to school with that hanging over them? For heaven's sake, there happy not knowing!"

"I don't want to make them miserable, I want to put them on their guard!" retorted Mr. Weasley. "You know how the children are, they ended up in the Forbidden Forest twice! But they can't do that this year. When I think of what could have happened when Harry ran away for home! If the Knight Bus hadn't picked him up, I'm prepared to bet he would have been dead before the Ministry found him."

"But he's not, he's fine, so what's the point-"

"Molly they say Sirius Black is mad, and maybe he is, but he was clever enough to escape from Azkaban, and that's supposed to be impossible. It's been three weeks, and no one's seen hide nor hair of him, and I donk care what Fudge keeps telling the Daily Prophet, we're no nearer catching Black than inventing self-spelling wands. The only thing we know for sure is what Black is after-"

"But they will be perfectly safe at Hogwarts."

"We thought Azkaban was perfectly safe. If Black can break out of Azkaban, he can break into Hogwarts."

"But no one's really sure Black is after Harry and Grace-"

"Molly, how many times do I have to tell you? They didn't report it in the press because Fudge wanted it kept quiet, but Fudge went to Azkaban the night Black escaped. The guards told Fudge Black has been talking in his sleep for a while now. Always the same words: 'He's at Hogwarts.'"

"Why just he, Arthur? Why not 'There at Hogwarts?"

"Black is deranged, Molly, he thinks harry is the only thing standing in the way of You-know-who coming back to power. Black lost everything the night Harry stopped you-know-who. Grace is an afterthought to him."

There was silence.

"Well, Arthur, you must do what you think is right. But you're forgetting Albus Dumbledore. I don't think anything could hurt them at Hogwarts while Dumbledore is the headmaster. I suppose he knows about this?"

"Of course he knows. We had to ask him if he minds the Azkaban guards stationing themselves around the entrances to the school grounds. He was not happy, but he agreed."

"Not happy? Why shouldn't he be happy, if they're there to catch Black?"

"Dumbledore isn't fond of the Azkaban guards," said Mr. Weasley heavily, "nor am I, if it comes to that... but when you're dealing with a wizard, like Black, you sometimes have to join forces with those you'd rather avoid."

"If they save Harry-"

"-them I will never say another word against them," said Mr. Weasley wearily. "It's late, Molly, we'd better go up..."

Harry and Grace heard the chairs move. As quietly as they could they walked back up the stairs to the room that decided to share.

"What do you think that meant," Harry asked.

"I don't know. I have a feeling that Sirius Black escaped to come after us. Harry, I will not let him touch you. I'm keeping you safe even if it means I have to die."

Happy Valentine's Day! I believe this holiday is over-rated but that is my opinion. Grace's adventure continues next chapter. I don't have an update schedule, so please be patient. :)

P.S. Sorry if there are any typos or misspelled words.

~Angelina