sparks. ─── harry james potter fanfic

oo1┊𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝘁𝗵𝗶𝗿𝗱 𝘁𝗮𝘀𝗸.

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S P A R K S ┊⋆｡˚. CHAPTER 001

third person pov | word count : 734
frankie speaks → hopefully you guys
enjoy the first chapter!
disclaimer 📍 ࣪ . › events will be mixed
with the movie's and the book's events. to
prolong the chapter. | slight mention of death

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❝ all good things come to an
end . . . eventually. ❞

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⁰⁰⁰ FLEUR'S SCREAM CAUGHT EVERYONE'S ATTENTION, it was enough for the crowd's cheering to stop, for the band to stop playing, and for all their heads to turn towards the winners. It was concerning, what caused the girl distress at this moment? no one knew, not until they noticed cedric on the ground and harry there with him, everyone felt something bad had happened. frances was one of the many who rushed down to the bleachers, in hopes that everything was alright, or at least none of the two were badly injured.

"he's back, voldemort's back," were the words harry spoke as everyone made their way down. frances heard these words, her eyes wide as she turned to look at hermione and ron, who looked as concerned as she did. the girl watched as amos diggory ran to the crowd. as the others started to make way for amos, frances only now noticed how devastating the situation was. there cedric was, laying on the ground, lifeless and still, eyes still wide open yet motionless. frances wanted to scream, or cry, or show anything, but nothing happened, she stood there in silence trying to just process what she had seen. cedric had been a friend of hers, it was just shocking to see him like that.

her first instinct was to look towards harry, the boy locking a gaze with her. teary eyed, wounds on his face, it was hard to look at. harry couldn't bring himself to move, he wished that whatever just happened wasn't real, it couldn't be real. he watched as frances took a few steps forward, as if she was to approach him. well she would've, if it weren't for professor moody came over to him, trying to take harry away from the rest. it wasn't what harry wanted, or needed, at the moment, he needed some time to recollect his thoughts. but with moody pulling him away from the rest, one of the last things he caught before moody brought him to the castle before the rest was frances' stare at him, an intent gaze.

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"maybe he is right," frances says, as she, hermione and ron sat together in a small group, waiting in the hospital wing along with mrs. weasley and bill weasley. huddled up, they sat by as madame pomfrey has said that harry will be down soon. "maybe you know who is really back."

"well then the ministry should do something about it," commented hermione, frances looking between hermione and ron as the group talked about what happened. "i just hope they'd do something. . . it's bad as it is that someone passed."

"we won't know how they'd handle it till fudge speaks with harry and dumbledore tomorrow," ron then says with a sigh, staring down at the ground then turning his attention back to the two girls. "frustrating isn't it? if they don't get this done, who knows what will happen next."

"something awful that's for sure," mumbled frances. "i mean, if harry says he's back then this could stir up a big ordeal. surely there-" before she could finish her sentence, the hospital wing doors pushed open. there stood harry, dumbledore, and a dog who stayed by harry's side. as if in a quick second, the three, along with mrs. weasley, bill, and madame pomfrey rushed to harry. mrs. weasley was the first to rush over, but dumbledore said he needed peace and quiet. no questioning until he was ready to speak, but they could stay for the night.

it was an easy decision, they all wanted to stay in the hospital wing that night. sitting at opposite sides of the bed- with ron on one side, frances and hermione on the other-, they collectively knew that the next few days are, and will be, tough on harry. at least one night of sleep without any interruptions would do the trick right? still concerned, the three looked at harry warily. as if harry caught on, he only said,

"i'm all right. just tired."

the three only nodded, and mrs. weasley begins to smoothen out the covers for harry. already starting to feel drained, frances had her head resting on hermione's shoulder, tired eyes watching madame pomfrey give harry a sleeping potion. last thing she says before drifting off to sleep was, "night harry," though she wasn't quite sure if he ever did hear it or not.