Grace knew that she hadn't lived in the woods all her life. Grace knew she was different to the families she saw walking through the woods. Grace knew she had people out there who care about her. But Grace didn't know any specific details about her life. But listening to the three children she has come to remember who she once was. She hasn't seen her own reflection in a long time but she knows she used to look like Hermione before she cut and died her hair. Grace now knows that she can't allow the boy who cried over her to carry on blaming himself for something that was out of his control. It's time for Triple G to make a comeback the only way she knows how. Magically.

George doesn't believe Grace could have died or someone would have found her body. Families used to trek through the woods constantly, which was why they were never allowed in there. Surely someone would have spotted her, if not smelt her. After all, everyone knows dead bodies smell.

Fred can't help but feel responsible for Hermione being physically abused by her parents. If he had gone and got someone then she wouldn't have been in the condition she was earlier. She would have been okay. She wouldn't need help and he would have got some. He could have lived these past few years instead of just surviving.

Hermione can feel the pull of magic stronger now, like when Grace came home after a term in Hogwarts. And she knows Grace is still out there, getting either stronger or nearer. But above all she refuses to let Fred feel responsible for what happened. He saved her life tonight and she will save his.

Charlie Weasley can't sleep. It's been two years since his best friend went missing. Two years since he left Hogwarts and two years since Fred changed. He doesn't think anyone else has noticed but it's easy not to. Fred's good at hiding how he really feels unless you look at his eyes. You could always tell if Fred and George were planning something by their eyes. He sometimes wonders if the disappearance of Grace and Fred changing are connected.

But all the other occupants of the Burrow sleep peacefully, unaware of the shift in two of their sons, the pondering of another and the hope of a girl from the house on the other side of the woods. That is until morning, when it becomes impossible for them not to notice at least two of the happenings of the night. When Mrs. Weasley's scream of terror will let no one sleep any longer.

A/N: I know it's a really short and boring chapter but it needs to be written so that I can get to the next part of the story.