sparks. ─── harry james potter fanfic

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S P A R K S ┊⋆｡˚. CHAPTER 006

third person pov | word count : 722
frankie speaks → sorry if it might be a bit short!
disclaimer 📍 ࣪ . › small mention of death

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❝ tap. tap. tap. ❞

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IT WAS HARDER THAN SHE THOUGHT, trying not to say anything was one of her major downfalls, Frances was not the type to keep things away from her friends. For the first few days, it all seemed fine, till she sat by the stairs and listened into a few meetings, now she has bitten much more than she could chew. Oftentimes she would receive letters from people outside of the Order, at this point she only has been talking about her cat.

"But Frances-"

"Dumbledore said we can't say anything about the Order, he didn't say we couldn't go outside." Standing by the door, she desperately tried to convince Hermione to let her outside, Frances only wanting to visit Harry for his birthday. Being caged up in the house was bad enough, solely because she was too afraid to ask if she was or was not allowed to leave. "Plus me trying to knit up a few sweaters for the two wasn't much of a good idea... one of the sleeves came in too short- please Hermione?" Frances asked, now batting her eyes at Hermione, hands clasped together. Ron stood by the stairs, only letting out a quick laugh at the scene in front of him.

"Well-"

"I'll only be out for a few minutes."

"Frances... It's best if we just sent him something this year," sighed Hermione. A frown came onto Frances' face as she looked over to the door. "Let's just... let's just be cautious alright? We'll see him soon enough, we're looking out for him that way." But Frances didn't complain, she never openly complained about anything, She only shrugged it off. The girl didn't want any arguments happening just over wanting to go out. Besides, it's Hermione after all. Whatever she said, Frances would trust as if her life depended on it. Eversince the two met a few years ago, the two- along with Harry and Ron- they've been dependent on one another. Trust just naturally came along with the four. Oh how the years just flew by.

"Dumbledore says, we do I guess... Anyone up for some wizard chess?"

*:✼✿ ❁ཻུ۪۪⸙͎ ✿✼:*ﾟ

Summer at the Dursleys was never ideal to Harry, one way or the other it ends up bad somehow. His only sense of comfort was whatever letters his friends might send him, though his expectations for any news or anything thrilling have been long gone. Their letters were short and repeating as if the three didn't bother to notice any pattern.

We'll be seeing you soon.

Oh yeah, don't worry Circe's alright as always. Just stay out of trouble, see you soon

Keep your nose clean and everything will be okay...

It was inevitable that they were trying to hide something from him, that Frances wasn't really at her house and so were Hermione and Ron. The birthday card from Hermione, unopened Chocolate Frogs, and another unopened package from Frances were all left at the farthest end of his room, Harry quick to make conclusions out of his feelings.

With the chilling nightmares he has been getting now and then, it was hard to keep his calm. There he stayed in his room, wondering what everyone was up to on his birthday, a day when he was supposed to be at least a bit happy. But with Cedric's death, Voldemort around, and no one telling him what was going on, he had a lot in his mind. Keyword, had, till he heard some noises by the window.

The tapping of small stones against the glass, one, two, three then another. And another and another.

Tap.

Tap.

Tap.

Ta-

Harry walked over to the window, checking to see what was trying to bother him. Or who for his situation. It was dark, you could only try to figure out what the objects outside were. One stood prominent, hand ready to throw another pebble to the window. Someone would take the time to try and make out the figure in front, but Harry recognized their face, even if it was dark out.

Slowly he opens the window, putting his hand up to give a small wave. The figure waved back, he could see a smile form. "What are you doing here? It's dead at night and your parents might scold you."

"Well my parents don't exactly pay attention do they?"