A/N: So I'm hoping the wait for this one wasn't as long as the last chapter. I have a whole load of assignments that I am constantly trying to finish so that will be my reason why until next week.

Also I have tried for the first time to use a different point of view in some parts of this chapter. I am hoping it turned out alright but please tell me if it didn't.

Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter.

Updated: 28/2/2014

Chapter Four- Break Your Little Heart

It took Grace another ten minutes to stop laughing. By the time she had sat back up Harry and Ron had flown away from the window. One look around the compartment showed that everybody had already gone back to their previous business from before Miranda, Hermione and Grace had arrived.

In an attempt to ignore Ciara and Lee snogging beside her, she pulled a magazine out of Ciara's bag to read. As interesting as the lives of the Weird Sisters were it still couldn't block out the vibes of love. Or the affectionate whispers of how much they missed each other over the holidays.

"Can you two just get a room already?" Grace snapped.

Surprised glances met the normally romantic Grace's eyes from everyone else in the compartment. Even Hermione looked up for a second before returning to her reading.

"Yeah, sure, we'll just stop," Ciara reluctantly moved off Lee's lap to squish between him and Grace. "Is anything wrong?"

"I'm just not in the mood for all this romantic crap," Grace sighed.

"Do we have to hex some sense into Nate?" Jesse said.

"I broke up with him," Grace told the boys in the compartment who didn't know.

"What?" George looked up from what he and Fred were planning. "Did the git do anything?"

"No, no," Grace denied. "I just got a bit sick of him."

Perhaps Grace didn't hide her sad expression quite well enough or perhaps the twins just knew her too well.

"Good for you," Fred said. "You wanna play Exploding Snap? It'll get your mind off him."

Within five minutes, the tips of Grace's hair were singed but a wide smile had appeared on her face.

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The rest of the train ride passed slowly. Everyone had shifted seating positions until they were half on the floor. With an hour to go there was two polite knocks on the door.

Lara raised her head to look through the window.

"It's Oliver. You have to get it, Trina."

Trina moaned. In a flail of arms and legs she got from where she was stretched on top of Grace, Hannah and Jesse.

"I hope he didn't see that," Hannah muttered in Grace's ear.

"Hey Ollie," Trina greeted once she had slid the door open. "How were your holidays?"

"Alright," he said in his thick Scottish accent. "We mostly just played Quidditch but it wasn't as fun as if you were there."

"Well I would happily cheer you on over anything else I was doing."

Trina twirled a piece of hair between her fingers.

"Do you mind if I sit in here for the rest of the ride?"

"No, not at all," Trina answered.

"But there is only one seat left," Ciara pointed out.

"Trina will just have to sit on Oliver's lap," Fred teased.

Only a few seconds later, once Trina had settled comfortably on Oliver's lap next to Grace, a whisper could be heard, "You really do look beautiful, Trina."

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Grace had already reached the carriages by the time Miranda had exited the train. People jostled her this way and that as she fought her way through them. She had enough practise at Muggle concerts to know how to deal with over-excited shoving teens.

"Miranda!" a voice called. She turned around just in time to see her little brother, George appear out of the crowd. "I got on the train and I couldn't find you so I sat with these other first years. They were really weird though. They just kept talking about classes and spells they had already learnt. So I left them but I don't know where I'm going now."

He let out his breath in a huff. A wave of irritation swept over Miranda. She had been able to make friends on her first train ride, why couldn't George?

"Those kids probably just wanted to do well," Miranda said. "Hogwarts is a school, remember?"

"But. . . aw. I still don't know where I'm going."

"See tha giant man calling for the first years where the rest of them are going? That's where you go," Miranda pointed out. "Go on."

George took a few steps but stopped to look back uncertainly at his sister.

"George, go!" Miranda urged.

Finally he walked through the crowd to join the other first years. Miranda let out an annoyed sigh and turned to make her way to the carriages again.

Strong arms wrapped around her waist pulling her into a fit body. She turned her head to find herself face-to-face with Louis.

"Hey I'm sorry I didn't come to see you again," he said. He tugged her closer to plant a small kiss on her lips. "Nate's taking it pretty bad and I don't think it would have helped if I told him where I was going."

"Well he bloody deserves it doesn't he?" Miranda said.

Nate squirmed at the talk of his friend.

"How about we just go to the carriages?"

"Sure," agreed Miranda. "Just don't mention Nate in front of Grace, okay?"

Together they walked to the carriages with Louis' arm tight around Miranda's waist.

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The Great Hall buzzed with excitement. Golden plates and goblets glittered with delight and candles lit up the scene with their flickering light.

On the Gryffindor table a certain girl's eyes scanned the table for her brother.

"Where is he?" she exclaimed. Frustration laced her voice. "They weren't that far behind the train."

"You really think the teachers would just let them get away with this?" Ciara said.

"Oh." Grace's mouth stayed perfectly round as she quickly spotted the empty seat at the staff table. "Not Snape! He'll kill them or torture them or something like that!"

"I really doubt that," Ciara said dryly.

"Shut up you two," Miranda interrupted. "The sorting's about to start."

Two rows of first years walked into the hall, led by Professor McGonagall, to stand uneasily at the front of the hall, just near the Sorting Hat. Scared looks were on all of their faces at the stares from every student in the school.

Grace lost concentration during B's and C's but instantly perked back up when they got to H.

"Heathridge, George."

George walked up to the stool with shaky legs. His worried eyes found Miranda's for reassurance. With a small smile she encouraged him to put the hat on his head.

Barely a second had passed before the hat opened its mouth and shouted, "HUFFLEPUFF!"

Miranda looked shocked for a moment before she realised how silent she had become. The cheers that she produced for her brother were overwhelming.

"Woo! George!" the girls all screamed after shrugging off Miranda's enthusiasm.

George himself took a seat on the Hufflepuff table, looking scared but was welcomed by a curly-haired kid with a grinning face.

"I guess that was a surprise," Grace said, ignoring the rest of the sorting.

"Siblings aren't always in the same house," Hannah said. "My brother's in Ravenclaw."

"Unless you're the Weasleys," Ciara pointed out. "They're just all in Gryffindor."

"Not always," Fred said.

"We have an 8th cousin who was in Hufflepuff," George added.

"Doesn't count," Grace said.

She watched a blonde girl float up to the stool and get sorted into Ravenclaw.

"Have you planned when to do Quidditch trials, Oliver?" Hannah asked.

"We've already got the perfect team," Oliver replied, the passion showing in his voice. "This year we're going to win the cup. We just need to train more, harder and earlier."

Ciara, Hannah, Fred and George groaned. After five minutes of strategy talk, Trina finally stepped in.

"Ollie, can we not talk about Quidditch now please?"

"Yeah everyone shut it," George butted in.

"Ginny's getting sorted," Fred explained.

Everyone's attention turned back to the Sorting Hat. All of them knew what house Ginny was going to get sorted into but watched anyway. Within seconds their predictions were verified with a shout of "GRYFFINDOR!" Yet again, Grace and her friends exploded with cheers loud enough for the whole table. Fred and George came very close to standing on the table until Miranda and Grace pulled them down.

Once Ginny was seated between Miranda and Fred, Professor Dumbledore stood to address the students. Professor McGonagall had already taken away the Sorting Hat and stool.

"Welcome, welcome," Professor Dumbledore started. "I'm sure you are all very eager to dig into your dinner."

"Yeah so hurry up," Jesse growled.

"But first you must listen to me for another few minutes. Mr Filch has asked me to remind you once more that Dungbombs are explicitly banned in corridors and classrooms."

"Like that's going to stop us," George commented.

"Also I would like to introduce our new Defence Against the Dark Arts, Professor Gilderoy Lockhart."

Professor Lockhart stood in sky blue dress robes, flourishing them dramatically to take a deep bow.

"You're kidding," Ciara said.

"Well he has to be kidding because that idiot could never teach us," Lara reasoned. "All he cares about is publicity and not actual Defence work. I've read his books, all of which are a load of crap, and he always makes sure that a camera is there to catch him looking pretty but there's no actual proof of him doing anything."

"Now all I have to say is enjoy the roast ham," Professor Dumbledore finished.

"Oh I sure will," Grace grinned. Her knife and fork were lifted up in an attack position, ready to demolish any food coming her way.

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"I want more," Grace groaned, staring at George's chocolate pudding enviously.

"You've had three bowls of pudding plus waffles and ice cream," he said with amusement.

"I know," Grace frowned. "But it was so good."

"Why did I eat that much?" Miranda moaned and banged her head down on the table.

"Because the two of you are stupid," Fred smirked.

"You think you could help me up to the common room?" Grace asked George. A pout was forming on her lips as she stared at him with wide eyes.

"Come here," he smiled. Leaning on, and sometimes being carried by George, Grace made her way up to the common room, followed by Fred and Miranda. Everyone else had already left a few minutes before them.

She slumped into an arm chair. Her eyelids weighed down. Sleepiness filled her head.

The portrait hole opened up to cheers and applause. Grace's focus immediately returned and she jumped up to talk to her brother.

"Harry!" she greeted and gave him a big hug.

Out of the corner of her eye she saw Hermione storm upstairs.

"Are you going to lecture us too?" Ron asked.

"Well. . . I mean . . . as your older responsible sister, I really should but . . . I guess Hermione already did." Grace said. "Anyway it was funny to watch. I didn't stop laughing for ages. And it's not like it's your fault you couldn't get on the train. Just d-d-don't," Grace's mouth split open in a huge yawn. "I think I might go to bed now. Goodnight."

Supressing another yawn, Grace patted both boys on the head and dragged her feet up the stairs.

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Fred and George watched Grace go upstairs before walking over to Harry and Ron with Jesse and Lee close behind.

"Wicked entry," Fred said.

"Marvellous," George added.

Harry and Ron grinned at each other.

"Listen mate we have a plan for something and needed your help," George started.

"Your dear sister has recently had her heart broken by a Ravenclaw bastard," Jesse informed them.

"We can't let him go unpunished, now can we?" Fred finished.

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The next morning Grace was walking down to breakfast alone. Miranda, Ciara and Trina were still getting ready and Lara and Hannah had left for breakfast half an hour ago.

She was humming her way down the Charms corridor, having decided to take the long walk down this morning when a rather strange noise stopped her.

Coming from a nearby broom closest were even, rumbling snores. Grace walked forward and yanked open the broom closet. Out of the closet tumbled Nate who fell to the floor with shock registering on his face as he woke up.

"What the hell are you doing sleeping in a broom closet?" Grace asked a bemused expression on her face.

"I didn't get in there myself," Nate grumbled and got to his feet. "Your stupid friends and brother locked me in there last night."

She couldn't help herself; a smile spread across her face.

"Well I guess I'll have to thank Fred and George at breakfast."

"Yeah them, your brother and more of your friends."

"Okay, Nate, as much as they have the same hair as me, Fred and George aren't actually my brothers," Grace said as if talking to a five year old. It was surprising how many people mistook Fred, George and Grace as siblings.

"No Harry was there too," Nate insisted. "He didn't do much. Probably felt bad cuz he's a noble ass."

Grace scowled at his words. The way Nate said 'noble ass' made her think that he actually didn't admire Harry all that much.

"As lovely as it's been chatting with you," Grace said. Her tone was layered with obvious sarcasm. "I think I might let you re-examine the inside of that broom closet while you think over your wonderful personality."

Grace shoved Nate hard in the chest, straight back into the closet and swung back around to skip her way down to the Great Hall.

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