A/N: This chapter contains a panic/anxiety attack! It's not very detailed, but there is one in this chapter!

When they arrived back at their tent, everyone's spirits were high. They didn't partake in the celebrations with everyone around them, but contained their own celebrations to inside their own tent. Fred and George were dancing around pretending to play the flute, with an Irish flag flowing behind George.

"There's no one like Krum!" Ron exclaimed, standing up on the table.

"Krum?" Fred asked.

"Dumb Krum?" George asked.

"He's like a bird, the way he rides the wind!" Ron said dreamily. Fred and George started flapping their arms behind them as they circled Ron, chanting: 'Krum! Krum!' Grace laughed and joined them, flapping her arms behind her, chanting: 'Krum! Krum!' "He's more than an athlete!"

"Dumb Krum!" Fred, George and Grace chanted as George threw the Irish Flag over Ron.

"He's an artist!" Ron continued, pulling the silky flag off him.

"I think you're in love, Ron!" Ginny teased as she tugged Ron's jumper as she passed.

"Shut up," Ron glowered at her.

"Viktor I love you!" Fred and George started to sink. "Viktor I do!"

"When we're apart my heart beats only for you!" Harry and Grace joined in, smiling.

There were loud bangs, shouts and screaming coming from outside, and Grace paused, staring at the entrance of the tent.

"Sounds like the Irish have got their pride on!" Fred commented, but Grace had a weird feeling in her elbows that it wasn't the Irish. Those screams didn't sound happy.

"Stop!" Arthur shouted, entering back into the tent, looking pale. "Stop it! It's not the Irish," he told them, making his way through the tent and to Ginny, grabbing her hand. "We've got to get out of here,now," he said urgently. Grace frowned as there was a loud explosion from outside. Her heart stopped and she stared wide-eyed from her uncle to the entrance of the tent. She quickly grabbed her bag and slipped her shoulders through the straps. "Now!" Arthur shouted, grabbing Ginny. They all followed him out, and it was absolute chaos around them.

"GET OUT! IT'S THE DEATH EATERS!" a man screamed somewhere near them. Grace looked around her in horror. People were running in all different directions, screaming, tents were on fire, flames and smoke were illuminating the sky. Her breath was caught in her throat as she looked around her. She felt someone come up beside her and grab her hand tightly, she turned and saw that it was Harry, who was looking around them.

"Get back to the portkey, everybody, and STICK TOGETHER!" he told them, pulling out his wand, then looked at Fred and George. "Fred, George, Ginny is your responsibility! GO!GO!" Arthur shouted, pushing all the children behind him as he went to help others. Grace stared at her Uncle in fear, and only moved when she felt Harry tug on her hand.

"Let's go!" he shouted at her, tugging her to follow. She turned and started running with him, Ron and Hermione.

They ran, trying to make their way through the crashing sea of other people who were screaming and running for their lives. Grace spotted a group of hooded figures, chanting and firing spells off. She watched in horror as one of the figures shot a fire curse off on a tent with people still inside, their blood curdling screams filled her ears and tears began stinging her eyes. Her and Harry caught up to Hermione and the Weasley's, they had stopped and stared in horror at people being flown into the air.

"Oh my God..." Grace whispered, covering her mouth with her free hand.

"KEEP UP YOU LOT!" George shouted.

That was the last thing Grace heard or saw of her cousins, because at that moment a flock of people ran through them, dragging her and Harry off in a different direction. "Harry!" she screamed, turning to him.

"Hold on!" he told her as he started running. "Don't let go!" he told her and she nodded, following him through the people. She stumbled, tripping over something and she hissed in pain. "Grace!" he stopped and turned to her when he noticed her grip was slipping.

"I'm alright!" she assured him and they started running again. They ducked under clotheslines and jumped extinguished campfires from earlier that day. She screamed when a shot of fire flew right by them.

"DON'T LET GO OF MY HAND!" Harry told her, holding her hand tighter, and then they made a turn, following another group of people.

"HARRY!" Grace shouted, as she felt the grip on their hands slipping as more and more people were crowding them

"DON'T LET GO, GRACE!"

"HARRY! I CAN'T!" she shouted as she tried to hold on tighter. She felt someone grab ahold of her bag and started dragging her in another direction. "HARRY!" she screamed, staring at him in fear as someone else was grabbing his shirt, pulling them apart.

"GRACE!"

"HARRY!" she screamed as she tried pull away from the person.Riiiip. Grace stumbled forward, no longer feeling as if she was being pulled along, she stopped and searched frantically around her. People running and pushing past her, and she turned around in circles, hoping to find Harry, or someone. "HARRY!" she screamed as she started running, hoping it was the same direction that Harry was in.

Grace skidded to a halt when she saw a black figure turn, shooting off a fire ball in her direction. She screamed and quickly ran in a different direction. Her foot caught something, and she went plummeting to the ground. She hissed as pain shot up her arms, and she turned around to see her foot had gotten caught on a chair that was knocked over. She pulled her foot free and scrambled to her feet. She looked over her shoulder to see more hooded figures, and more people running behind her in fear.

Her heart lurched into her throat as she went flying forward, having tripped again. Her head collided with something hard, and she yelped in pain. She stumbled, falling to the ground again. Black spots started clouding her vision, and as she tried to stand up, everything around her felt like it was moving. She tried to get up again, but with the tunnel vision and the feeling as if the world was spinning, she laid flat on her stomach. Tears pricked her eyes, and she blinked away the tears. She forced her head up to see that she was near a tent that was half up. Taking a deep breath, she forced the nausea down her throat and started to crawl to the tent.

She tore her backpack off, and tossed it inside the tent, then forced herself onto her back, and started to drag herself across the dirt, into the tent. Taking the wooden pole at the entrance, she started wiggling it, trying to pull it out of the ground. She gasped when it finally came free and she tossed it, letting the fabric of the tent fall around her.

Grace pressed her hands to her mouth, and clenched her eyes shut, to keep herself from crying. There were still explosions, and people screaming all around her, and deep, dark chanting. She was berating herself for not bringing her wand, underaged wizards were allowed to use magic in life and death situations, and this counted as one, right? She should've brought her wand, but she didn't think she would need it at the cup. She was, once again, stupid, stupid,stupid!

Grace wasn't sure how long she was laying on the ground, hidden under a fallen tent. Soon the screams started to fade, the explosions had stopped, and the chanting was gone. All that was left, was the sound of fire cracking, and Grace's heartbeat that was screaming in her ears. Her head was throbbing in rhythm with her heart; how she managed to stay conscious was beyond her. She fought every ounce of herself to stay conscious, in fear of someone finding her, but she was in a lot of pain. Her ankle was throbbing, her wrists and arms were throbbing, her entire body was screaming at her in pain, but she couldn't move.

"MORSMORDRE!" Grace heard someone shout in the distance. It wasn't terribly loud, so she knew they weren't close. That wasn't a spell she recognized, but even at the sound of another person, Grace was still rooted in her spot out of fear.

Thump. Thump. Thump. Thump. Thump.

Her heartbeat rang in her ears. She continued to lay there, on the ground, frozen with only the sound of her heartbeat to keep her company. Sometime later, she still wasn't sure how long it had been, she finally heard nothing at all. Everything was silent, and it unnerved her. Grace swallowed the lump in her throat and grabbed the arm strap of her bag. Slowly, she rolled onto her stomach, wincing at the pain her arms, and paused when she felt the ground begin to move under her. Taking another deep breath, she slowly started to stand up, and when she stood fully on her feet, she pulled the tent off her and slipped her backpack on. Wincing again at the pain in her arm as she moved it, her body was screaming in pain. She looked around, taking in the devastation surrounding her. Fires were nothing but smoke in the air, tents were all destroyed, and the sky was illuminated in green.

She looked up at the sky and frowned, a green skull with a snake coming from it's mouth filled the night sky. Grace didn't know what that meant, but she knew that it wasn't good. Grace looked around her again, hoping to spot someone in the distance but there was nothing, and the sudden realization that she could be all alone hit her. Her mind began racing.

Was Harry alright?

What about Hermione?

Ron?

Her uncle and her cousins? Was her family alright!?

Tears began stinging her eyes again and she took in an unsteady breath. There wasn't anyone around her.

"UNCLE ARTHUR!" She shouted, but her voice came out hoarse and her throat was itchy. " BILL! CHARLIE! PERCY!" She shouted, as she started to slowly walk away from her hiding place. She continued shouting out their names, hoping that even if she couldn't find them, she would find someone that would help her. "ANYBODY!" she screamed desperately, her body starting to shake. "SOMEBODY! ANYBODY!" she screamed again. "HELP! PLEASE! ANYBODY!"

"STUPEFY!" She heard people shout near her, and a red light came toward her, she screamed and ducked out of the way. She felt the world spin and nausea rush up to her stomach.

"STOP! THAT'S MY COUSIN!" she heard a familiar voice shout. She looked up, and through her tears, she saw Bill race toward her. "STOP!" he shouted. "CHARLIE! I FOUND HER!" he shouted again, as he got closer. "Oh my God, Grace," he whispered in relief as he reached her. His hands rested on her shoulders, and she stared at him in disbelief.

"Bill?" she whispered in disbelief and he nodded.

"GRACIE!" Charlie shouted as he ran to them. "DAD! DAD! WE FOUND HER! GRACE IS HERE!" Grace turned and saw Charlie slow to a stop, and he looked at her with wide eyes. "Thank God, you're alive," he whispered.

"GRACE! GRACE!" she turned and saw her uncle run toward her.

"UNCLE ARTHUR!" she cried and when her uncle reached her, she gripped his shirt tightly, and could no longer hold in any of her emotions. She started crying hysterically, which only made her head throb more.

"Grace, are you alright?" Arthur asked her urgently, as he forced her away to look at her. His eyes widened and he held her head gently in his hands. "What happened?" he asked softly.

"I-I don't know," she cried. "Harry and I – we got separated from everyone. People they – they were – were everywhere! Someone pulled Harry and I apart and...and then I-I lost Harry!" she cried, and she tried to take a breath, but air caught itself in her throat. She wheezed, trying to breathe, but when she couldn't she stared at her uncle in panic.

"Shh, it's alright, Gracie," Arthur whispered as he held onto her. "You're alright, you're safe now. Everyone is safe, no one was hurt, Grace," he said slowly. "Hold on to me, dear," he told her and she gripped his hands tightly. "That's right, now try to breathe for me as I count, alright?" he asked and she struggled to nod. "One," she wheezed. "Two," she wheezed again. "Three... four... five..." she took in a short breath, "that's it, six," she gasped and took a slow breath in and let it go. "Seven," she inhaled slowly. "Eight," exhale. "Nine," she inhaled again. "Ten," and she exhaled. "There we go, Gracie... you're alright now."

"Where is everyone?" she asked quietly, still feeling her hands tremble.

"Home," Arthur answered. "We've been out searching for anyone who might've gotten lost, emergency portkeys were made to get people out as quickly as possible, so everyone is home. Are you alright?" he asked, looking at her temple. "You're hurt..."

"'M fine," she whispered.

"Charlie, can you apparate Grace home?" Arthur asked, and Charlie nodded. "Grace, you're going to go with Charlie, and side-along apparate back home. You might feel nauseous, alright?" he told her and she nodded, even though she felt nauseous now.

"C'mon, Gracie-Ve," Charlie whispered, as he wrapped an arm around her shoulders. "Hold on tight, alright," he told her and she wrapped her arms around his middle, clutching his shirt tightly in her fists. Clenching her eyes closed, and hiding her face in his chest, she felt a pull in her middle and suddenly became extremely disoriented. She felt the ground disappear from under her feet for a moment, and then it was there.

"Oh, Charlie!" she heard her aunts voice. "Any news-Oh Gracie!" Grace managed to pull away from Charlie, slowly, as she let the world around her start to settle out. "Oh my goodness, thank Godric that you're alive! You've had us so worried!" she exclaimed. "Oh, dear, what's happened?" Molly whispered as she took Grace's face in her hands.

"Mum! Charlie?! What's going-" Ron shouted, running into the kitchen and he stopped, staring at Grace with wide eyes. "Gracie...you're alright!"

"Grace?!" more voices called out. She turned and saw the rest of her cousins, Hermione and Harry, pooling around Ron in the doorway. Her and Harry locked eyes, and she was hit with a wave of relief. Her lips trembled as tears started falling down her cheeks, and she hugged her Aunt Molly tightly before crying.

"Oh, sweetheart," Molly whispered softly as she rubbed Grace's back. "It's alright, you're safe now, you're alright..."

"Can-can I-I go ho-home?" she asked between sobs. "For-for tonight? Ple-please?" she added, pulling away and sniffling. "I-I-I really need to-to go home, I-I have to see-" Grace needed her father. She needed Sirius, and she needed Remus. She needed to get home. She had to.

"Of course, dear," Molly whispered, nodding her head. "Leave your bag, and I'll fix it up so it'll be good as new for you when you come back, alright?" she offered and Grace nodded, letting her bag fall from her shoulder. "Use the sitting room fireplace, dear," she told her and Grace nodded as she made her way out of the kitchen, but someone caught her hand. She looked up and saw Harry, staring at her in concern.

"I-I-I..." he tried to say something, but he blinked and licked his lips. He couldn't find the words, and she tried to smile, but only felt her lips twitch oddly. "I was so scared...when you were pulled from me... I-I was-"

"Me too," she whispered, squeezing Harry's hand. "I-I have to go home...I'll be back tomorrow," she told him, squeezing his hand a second time, and he nodded. She forced herself to let go of his hand as she made her way to the fireplace in the sitting room.

Harry stared blankly at the floor. Fred, George, Ginny, Ron, and Hermione were also seated in the sitting room; none of them had said anything. They had been sitting and waiting for something from someone for a little over an hour. Over and over again, Harry replayed Grace's screams, and her face in his head. He looked down at his hands, he should've held on tighter, he told her not to let go but he was the one that let go of her...

"HARRY!" her screamed echoed in his head, the terror in her eyes as she was pulled away from him, swept up in the storm of people and chaos. When Mr. Weasley asked him where Grace was, he knew that the girl hadn't found anyone, and he was overcome with dread and guilt. He hadn't been able to look at anyone, even when an emergency portkey was made for them to be sent here, he couldn't look at them. Even when Mrs. Weasley cried from relief at the sight of her children, and pulled Hermione and himself into a hug.

"Where's Grace?" She asked, and Harry couldn't look at her. He had felt tears sting his eyes and he kept looking at the ground.

"Dad, Bill and Charlie are with the other Ministry officials, they're looking for anyone who might still be at the sight,"Percy had answered.

"...But where's Gracie?"

"...They're looking for her."

What was going to happen if they couldn't find Grace? Or if they did and she was severely injured... or worse? Harry didn't know how he would be able to look at Helena again... or Remus... How was he even supposed to look or talk to Sirius again if something had happened to Grace?

"Charlie!" Mrs. Weasley exclaimed and everyone had looked up. Ron was the first to move, practically running over everyone to get to the kitchen.

"Charlie? Mum? What's going on- Gracie? Are you all right?" Harry's head shot up and he pushed himself from the floor, and with everyone else, ran to the kitchen.

"Grace?!" Harry stared at the girl, who was crying in Mrs. Weasley's arms. He couldn't make out what she was saying, but he took her in. She looked like a disaster. Her clothes were ripped and dirty, her face was covered in dirt and blood, and there was a good size gash on her head. She looked a mess, but she was alive, she was alright and Harry allowed himself to breathe.

"Of course, dear, use the sitting room fireplace," Mrs. Weasley said, and Harry blinked. Was Grace leaving? He watched as she set her bag down and walked past them.

Harry reached out and took her hand, and she looked at him. Her grey eyes were bloodshot, red, and puffy; and they looked scared. "I-I-I..." he started, trying to form the words but Harry couldn't. There was so much he wanted to say. He wanted to apologize for not fighting to keep hold of her. He wanted to apologize for not going to go look for her. He wanted to apologize for...everything. "I was so scared when you were pulled away from me... I was-"

"Me too," she told him, squeezing his hand. "I-I have to go home... I'll be back tomorrow," she whispered and squeezed his hand again. Harry didn't want to let go, and he could tell that she didn't either, but when she forced her hand away, he wanted to grab it again, or at least go with her. He watched as she walked to the fireplace, took a handful of floo powder, then seconds later, green flames erupted around her and she was gone.

"What happened?" Ron was the first to speak up, and everyone turned to look at Charlie.

"Don't know," Charlie answered with a shrug. "Bill was the one that found her. We were searching everywhere and then in the distance we heard this scream for help, so Bill ran, hoping that it was Grace. There was a Ministry official there trying to stun her. I think she must've dodged it or Bill put up a shield charm I don't know but he found her. We were calling for Dad, and when he showed up she started having a panic attack and once she calmed down, I brought her here..."

"Did she say what happened?" Mrs. Weasley asked gently.

"Only that she and Harry got separated from the others... and then she got separated from Harry," at this Harry looked down, the sickening feeling of guilt started rising again. "From the look of her, she must've fallen and hit her head, and had to have hidden somewhere, in a tent or something."

"The poor thing... she must've been so scared," Mrs. Weasley whispered.

"Listen, I've got to go back and help Dad. We'll be home soon, Mum," Charlie said softly and Mrs. Weasley only nodded before pulling him into a hug.

Crack.

Then Charlie was gone.

"Alright, I think it's time for bed," Mrs. Weasley told them, and they all nodded. Now that they knew Grace was okay, at least Harry, knew they could sleep.

Crack.

"MOLLY!" a familiar feminine voice called from the sitting room. Harry frowned, turning to look at Ron, who also frowned in confusion. "Molly! I came as soon as I could! I just found out!" Helena came running into the kitchen, looking pale and fear stricken. "The entire Ministry is in chaos, I only just found out! How are the kids?" she asked, then scanned the room, taking in each of the present Weasley children, Hermione and Harry. "Oh my God, Harry," she whispered and in a blink of an eye, Harry felt Helena's arms wrap around him tightly.

He froze, not knowing what to do. She hadn't hugged him before, and the way she was holding him now made him feel the same way Mrs. Weasley did when she hugged him when they arrived. "I'm so glad you're alright," she whispered, holding him tightly.

"Helena," Mrs. Weasley said shortly, almost angrily. She sounded the same as when she was controlling her temper with Fred and George.

"Er... Aunt Helena," Ron spoke up, and Helena finally released Harry. "I-I don't mean to be... well, I mean... what are you doing here?"

"I needed to see that you all were okay," Helena answered and turned back to Harry, who only stared at her, confused.

"No...what are you doing here?" Ron asked slowly.

"Why wouldn't I be here?" Helena asked, frowning, looking from Harry to Ron.

"Did you just come from work?" Mrs. Weasley asked sharply, and they all turned to see Mrs. Weasley's eyes narrowing dangerously at Helena.

"Yeah, I covered a night shift tonight because half of my department was covering the World Cup," Helena frowned, crossing her arms over her chest. "Molly, what is it?"

"So you haven't been home? At all?"

"No," Helena shook her head.

"You are a lot of things Helena Catherine Prewett, and you've done a lot of stupid things in your life but this! THIS!"

"Why are you getting mad at me for, Molly? I've done nothing!"

"I have stood by for the past thirteen years, because it hasn't been my place, but enoughis ENOUGH!I do not know what else needs to happen for you to finally GROW UP AND BE A DAMN MOTHER!" The kitchen went silent, and everyone stared at Mrs. Weasley and Helena with apprehension.

"Don't yell at me and pretend you're Mum, Molly!" Helena snapped, glaring at her older sister.

"I have stood by and kept quiet for too long! But I have had enough! She may be my niece, but I love Grace as if she were my own and it's a good thing that I do since her own mother can't seem to shred an ounce of worry!"

"What the bloody hell are you talking-"

"Take a look around, Helena!" Mrs. Weasley snapped. "What's missing?!" Harry, along with everyone else, stared and watched Helena as she frowned, looking around the kitchen. Harry watched as the realization finally dawned on Helena and her hazel eyes widened. "I have watched you chip away at that poor girl for thirteen years, and whatever grudge you have for her father, you best get rid of it because I do not know how much more that little girl can take!"

"Where is she?" Helena asked, clearing her throat and finally turning to look at Molly. "Where's Gracia?"

"She said she needed to go home. I thought it was because she needed her mother, but I was wrong, I was so foolishly wrong," Mrs. Weasley started. Harry realized that Grace wasn't going home to the house in Little Whinging, she was going home to see Sirius, and Remus. "She didn't want you, she wanted Remus."

With those three words, everyone else realized that Mrs. Weasley knew Remus Lupin. Harry should've known that she did, or at least knew of him prior to last school year, however, no one had ever made the connection before. Even Ron, who had never heard his mother say the name was surprised.

"I'm telling you right now, Helena," Mrs. Weasley started slowly, in a low, dangerous voice that had the hairs on the back of everyone's neck stand. "You take whatever hatred you have for Sirius Black, and you get rid of it. She may look like him, and you may see him in her, but Grace isnother father! She never murdered those people! She is an innocent little girl, who has donenothingwrong, and does not deserve to be treated the way she's been by her own mother!"

Ron blinked, staring at his mother in surprise. Even Harry was surprised by Mrs. Weasley's words. They shouldn't've been. They should've known that she'd know who Grace's father was, that she'd know Sirius. In his entire life, Ron has never once heard his mother mention Sirius Black, except for when he escaped last summer. He had no idea that his mother evenknewhim, even though he should have. Of course his mother would've known Sirius, Sirius was her brother-in-law. This suddenly brought on a whole new series of realizations onto Ron, realizations that he honestly should've realized months ago.

"She's okay?" Helena asked quietly, staring at Mrs. Weasley. "She's fine?"

"...She's alive," Mrs. Weasley answered her stiffly. "However, we seem to have different definitions of what 'okay' means."

A/N: Wheeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeew

This was a chapter.

It was one of my favorites to write. Seeing Grace's instincts and reflexes come out, and realizing her mistakes in the moment. I always planned for Grace to be separated from everyone, but it took me a bit to decide if I was going to go the book route for the DE attack or the movie, but I loved how tense and dramatic the movie was and how suspenseful it was. It really added that darkness to the film. But again, I always knew I was going to have Grace be separated from everyone and found later by Bill or Charlie first. I even debated on having it be Percy that found her but decided against it.

I also knew that with Grace being separated and found later that she was going to want to go to Remus and Sirius... and I have planned this moment with Helena from the beginning. This one of the most pivotal moments with Helena's character. It's the first REAL time you see that she has zero awareness of Grace what so ever, that she doesn't have that maternal instinct of: "WHERE IS MY CHILD?!" not like how Sirius has his own paternal instinct (which you will see later on in ootp for sure).

This is also the moment that we see Helena's character shift, and it's sadly not the first time that we see Molly rip into Helena either... or really anyone. But this moment is such a crucial and important moment, and it foreshadows to something happening later on!

I hope you enjoyed the double update today! This is one of those chapters that I simply couldn't wait for you to read because it's one of my favorites, and it's also such an important chapter!

I hope you enjoyed it :)