Grace slips into the kitchen silently where Mrs. Weasley is healing Hermione. She would have called out and made them all jump but something about Hermione trying not to show how much pain she's in stops her. Something about it is tugging at a memory and soon it's released, opening the flood gates for the last few memories. Not just the good but the bad as well, specifically the one of how she lost her memory. She remembers the pain, remembers how she begged for death. Now she'll do anything to protect her sister and her new friends and her magical family.

She's brought out of her musings by Charlie's touch on her arm. She gives him a smile and a nod; indicating he should let everyone else know she's back. Charlie's confused by Grace's sudden shyness but he can't question it right now as he spots Percy staring at her. He knows Percy will say something soon if he doesn't say anything now.

"Everyone, you know how we all thought Grace was dead - OW!" Charlie is cut off as Grace kicks him in the shin and glares at him. "Fine how would you explain that you were hidden in the wood for two years whilst we all thought you were dead?"

"Like that" Came her rather simple reply. "I just know how long you can take to explain things"

Charlie's glare and every other Weasley's stares do nothing to faze her as she walks up to Fred and George. The only sound uttered before she drags them out of the room is her advising Mrs. Weasley to carry on healing Hermione.

A/N: A short chapter I know. But I've run out of inspiration so I'm going to leave it for now and maybe come back to it later. Also I've no idea where to take it next.