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I'm actually quite proud of this chapter and have been looking forward to this point in the story. There's a big shock at the end so I'm sorry for those who don't like it. ;)

Updated: 14/6/2014

Chapter Fifteen- We all Fall Down

"I had a really great time tonight, Elliot," Grace smiled, walking out of the Great Hall a few hours later with Elliot's arm draped casually over her shoulders. "You know, you're not as bad as you seemed."

"I'll take that as a compliment," Elliot nodded. "You, on the other hand, are as wonderful as you always seemed."

Grace laughed and looked at the ground, making her bright red hair fall in her face.

"I would walk you up to your dormitory but I'm pretty sure Gryffindors aren't allowed to show us their common room."

"Yeah, we're pretty protective," Grace grimaced. "But maybe I'll show you one day."

"I'd like that," Elliot grinned. "Did you happen to see where James and Miranda went?"

"I think they were still in the hall talking."

"Are you sure they're only talking?" Elliot winked. "Well I'll have to be the gentleman now and bid you goodnight, my lady."

In a gentle motion, Elliot brought Grace's hand up to lightly brush against his lips. Grace pulled him closer and placed a small kiss to his cheek before spinning around and making her way up the stairs to her dormitory. There she found Lara and Hannah sitting together on Trina's bed, flicking through a Transfiguration book absentmindedly.

"Wow, I'm the first one back," Grace commented. "And I swear my date wasn't even that bad."

"Gracie!" Lara cried. "How was it? Was he a good date?"

"He was actually pretty amazing. I was laughing the whole time."

"What about Miranda?" Lara questioned.

"Went fine as far as I know. She and James are still down there. Don't worry though; they're probably just getting another Butterbeer."

"Well I'm glad you all had a good time. Let's just hope the others don't stay out too late."

"So tell us the details, Grace. Was the dinner good? Was he a gentleman?" Hannah urged.

Grace giggled slightly. She dug her pyjamas from under her pillow and shimmied out of her dress.

"Well . . . ," she began with a sly smile.

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Only a month later, Grace was walking down the stairs with Ciara and Trina discussing their plans for the Hogsmeade trip that weekend. She and Elliot had grown closer since Valentine's Day but had trouble getting any alone time with the twins and Lee interrupting them. This weekend she hoped that they would be able to spend more time together, away from the prying eyes of Fred and George, if she managed to sneak out.

"Hmmm do you think the new Felicia May book will be out?" Trina wondered as she, Ciara and Grace walked to breakfast on Friday.

"I dunno," Ciara shrugged. "You can just check while we're at Hogsmeade."

"Actually, you can't," Lara interrupted, turning up in front of them with Hannah. "They cancelled the Hogsmeade trip."

"What? Why?" Ciara asked in disbelief.

"There's a notice by the Great Hall. The teachers are still scared that another attack is going to occur and don't want students further away from protection," Hannah explained.

"I can't believe it, I just can't believe it," Grace shook her head.

"Can't believe what?" Miranda asked from behind them. Gripping her hand loosely from behind her was James who she had been seeing for the past month.

"They cancelled the Hogsmeade trip!" Grace exclaimed. "I won't even be able to sneak out now!"

"Well there goes our weekend plans," Miranda remarked to James.

"It's so stupid! We're probably safer outside the castle, even if hasn't been an attack for months, and they won't even let us out," Lara added.

"I'm going to find Lee and the twins," Ciara said. "Now they won't be able to get their usual prank supplies."

"I wonder if Ollie knows," Trina pondered. "He'll probably just make an extra training session instead."

Ciara groaned loudly as she and Trina walked into the hall.

"I guess my alone time with Elliot is gone," Grace sighed, following Ciara and Trina into the hall with Hannah, Lara, Miranda and James. "Fred and George will just surround us wherever we go."

"They are just trying to be nice though," Hannah reasoned.

"I think it's rude personally," Lara began before she was cut off by someone bumping roughly into her shoulder, making her stumble back a few steps.

"I'd say sorry but it's just Mudblood filth," Callidus sneered. John, Helena and Mara snickered behind him.

"Excuse me?" Lara asked, astounded at their nerve. Grace and Miranda stepped forward, not sure whether they would be holding Lara back or throwing punches of their own.

"You heard him," Helena said, speaking in the most condescending tone possible. "I'm quite upset that the attacks have stopped. I was glad they were getting rid of Mudbloods like you."

"Don't you dare!" Grace and Miranda said, their voices nearing on snarls.

"No . . . no," Lara stopped them. "There's really no point wasting time going after someone who will only get uglier with every word she says. In the end we really are better than her."

Helena moved closer to Lara, pulling out her wand and flicking her short blonde hair out of her face. "I could send you to the hospital wing with one curse."

"Hate to say it but you really can't," Lara shrugged. "And if you shoot the first spell, even if I send you to the hospital wing, then I can claim self-defence and not get in any trouble. There are plenty of witnesses around to prove my case."

Helena threw furtive looks around her at the ever increasing crowd. With a whip of her hair, she stalked her way out of the Entrance Hall, followed by a scowling Callidus, unsure Mara and uncomfortable John. Grace noted that surprisingly, though Mara and Callidus seemed to egg Helena on, John stayed in the back and almost seemed uncomfortable.

"Now I know not to get on Lara's bad side," Miranda muttered.

"What?" Lara said. "They were asking for it!"

Hannah and Grace laughed at her response and Miranda's taken aback expression.

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The school year petered along quietly. The attacks were barely spoken of anymore unless whispered gossip was started to scare the younger years. Grace, Miranda, Ciara and Trina continued happily in their relationships; annoying Lara and Hannah occasionally with their loved-up talk. Fred and George still grumbled about it but became more comfortable having James and Elliot around.

During the Easter holidays, Trina took advantage of the time she had with Oliver before he took his Quidditch training plan into action. She, along with every Quidditch player present, groaned when Oliver mentioned having training sessions every night.

"At least the weather will be getting better for it," Grace tried to cheer Fred, George and Ciara up one evening. "You won't be as wet anymore."

"Oliver doesn't care about the weather," Ciara complained. "Rain, hail or shine we play so rain, hail or shine we train."

"At least we know this year we'll win," Fred said.

"Oliver seems to think so anyway," George added.

"I reckon you can do it," Grace said. "Everybody's been training really hard and wants to win."

"With Oliver as captain we have no choice but to train hard," Ciara pointed out, letting her head fall onto the back of the couch.

"Yeah . . . ," Grace was about to say another encouraging remark when she saw out of the corner of her eye Percy giving Harry one of his extremely boring lectures and decided to go over there and rescue him.

"Look at my father," Percy rambled on. "He has to deal with Muggle business all the time. My brother Charlie was always more of an outdoor type, so he went for Care of Magical Creatures."

"Oh you're choosing your third year subjects?" Grace asked; peering over Harry's shoulder at the list of subjects she had struggled to choose between herself.

"Well, anyway, Harry," Percy said; looking a little bit miffed at being interrupted. "Play to your strengths."

Grace stood and watched Percy stalk his way up to his dormitory for a second before she sat down next to Harry and Ron.

"What are you trying to choose between?"

"All of them," Harry told her. "What do you take?"

"Muggle Studies and Care of Magical Creatures. I have no idea why I choose Muggle Studies seeing as we live with them every summer. My advice is for both you to pick the same ones. Then at least you can suffer together if it's a boring subject."

"So Percy's advice was really pointless then?" Ron said. A look of disgust appeared on his face at the thought of his older brother.

"Unless you already have a keen interest in Magical Creatures then yeah kinda," Grace frowned. "They don't have a Quidditch or Being Heroes subject so I guess you can't play to your strengths."

Harry rolled his eyes at her then back down at the paper, "What's Divination like?"

"Trina raves about it," Grace recalled. "Trust me though, it won't really make much difference what my friends and I like. Just go together."

"Thanks, Gracie," Harry said.

"Yeah, you give better advice than Percy, the prat," Ron thanked.

"Funny that's what Fred and George call him too," Grace smiled. "Good luck with that and Quidditch training. I've heard Oliver's plans and you'll be lucky to get through it alive."

Ron and Harry grimaced as she walked away.

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The Gryffindors woke on the day of the Hufflepuff vs. Gryffindor match to bright sunshine and a light breeze. In Wood's mind: perfect conditions. For once though, Ciara, Fred, George and Hannah agreed with him.

"Make sure you eat up," Grace advised to all players there. "You'll feel better with some food in you."

Hannah looked up from poking around her scrambled eggs and smiled. With Grace watching her every move she piled some eggs onto her fork and chewed it slowly.

"You guys will be fine," Trina assured them. "Heck, I've seen you train for weeks and I know you're a shoe in to win."

"At least I've got my good luck charm here," Oliver mentioned, pulling Trina closer to his side and pecking her on the lips.

"Oh I just remembered!" Trina exclaimed. "I left our banner up in the library. I'll be right back."

"Do you want one of us to come with you?" Lara volunteered.

"No, I'll be fine," Trina confirmed.

"Don't be late!" Oliver called after her.

At eleven, the school swarmed down to the Quidditch pitch dressed in either yellow and black or scarlet and gold. The Gryffindor crowd seemed to be the more popular side even the Hufflepuffs weren't that enthusiastic about their own team. Both teams were greeted by an ear-splitting roar the second they stepped onto the pitch.

"Where is Trina?" Miranda speculated worriedly.

Her eyes followed Oliver as he made continuous laps around the goal posts.

Madam Hooch walked onto the pitch and released the balls.

Everyone was ready for the game to begin.

Professor McGonagall caught their attention when she walked onto the pitch with a purposeful stride in her step, carrying a giant purple megaphone.

"The match has been cancelled," she announced through the megaphone to the devastated crowd. "All students are to make their way back to their house common rooms, where their Heads of House will give them further information. As quickly as you can please!"

Oliver shouted protests at her while still on his broomstick but Professor McGonagall murmured a few words to him that made him quieten down. She motioned for Oliver, Harry, Fred, George, Hannah and Ciara to follow her.

"We should go see what's up," Lara said.

They ran up to the group trailing Professor McGonagall, just as Ron reached them.

"Yes, I suppose all of you must see this too," she said with somewhat reluctance.

The growing group of Gryffindors hurried after her. Grace ignored the crowd around her; all of whom were whispering about the game, in her concern about what had happened. Professor McGonagall led them up into the castle and straight to where Grace was dreading the most: the hospital wing.

"This will be a bit of a shock to all of you," said Professor McGonagall gently. "There has been another attack . . . another double attack."

Grace heard a couple of gasps around her but only wanted to enter the wing and find out who lay there still.

Professor McGonagall pushed open the doors.

Grace saw Harry's eyes widen and Ron groan at the sight of Hermione petrified but immediately her gaze was taken to the bed next to hers where the pillow was covered by a familiar tangle of black hair. A bright red bow was the only thing keeping the hair from falling into Trina's face.

"No," Oliver breathed in complete shock. "No, no, no."

Trina eyes were wide open, like they always were when she was laughing, but no smile reached her frozen lips.

"They were found near the library," Professor McGonagall explained. "I don't suppose any of you could explain this? It was found on the floor next to them . . ."

She was holding up a small, circular mirror with scribbles drawn all over the plastic back.

"That's Trina's," Lee spoke up as he was one of the few fourth years not crying at that moment. Even Ciara, the strongest one of them all, was currently hiding her face in Lee's chest. "She always had that thing with her."

Professor McGonagall nodded curtly.

"I will escort you back to Gryffindor Tower. I need to address the students in any case."

"C'mon Oliver," George pushed the Quidditch captain. "We gotta go."

"Mate, she'll still be there in the morning," Fred added.

"Fred!" scolded Lara, beating the rest of the alarmed girls.

A look of horror dawned on his face as the redhead realised what he had said.

"I didn't mean it like that," Fred backtracked.

"Let's just go," Miranda muttered, grabbing Fred's arm and dragging him out with her.

"C'mon Ollie, we really do need to go," Grace said softly. "Madam Pompfrey will let you visit in the morning I'm sure. There's nothing else we can do for her now."

"Yeah," Oliver agreed after what seemed like minutes. His face had drying tear-streaks on it and still more tears were threatening to fall out of his eyes. Grace had to look before her own eyes betrayed her and she started to cry.

Ohhh big shock there, right? Hope you guys liked it! Please review with any comments, questions or advice. Thanks!