Chapter 1: The Letter and Friendship

It was not the sun that woke eleven year old Frankie Stein from her bedroom that morning. It was the sound of an owl pecking on her window with her letter from Hogwarts.

Frankie blinked her blue and green eyes as she yawned and walked to the window. She opened it and grabbed the letter. The tiredness left Frankie's body as she rushed down the stairs. Her parents, Viktor and Viveka Stein, were already awake and at the table, enjoying their breakfast. Their daughter skidded down the staircase and into the kitchen, almost crashing into the table.

"Mom! Daddy!" She said excitedly. "It came this morning! It really did!" Viktor looked up from the paper he was reading. Frankie handed him the letter.

"Seeme legit. " he said as he handed his wife the letter. Viveka read the letter over twice before handing it back to her daughter.

"Alright, " she said, "We'll head to Diagon Alley on Tuesday. Why don't you see if Harry got his letter?"

"Okay mom!" Frankie rushed upstairs and out the door.

Frankie could barely contain her excitement as she clutched the letter tightly in her mint green hands. She was going to see Harry. Harry Potter had been Frankie's only friend for as long as she could remember. They had both been in primary school when it happened. Frankie closed her eyes and thought back to that moment.

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Her skin grazed the pavement as hot tears ran down her cheeks like a waterfall. Frankie looked up at Dudley Dursley, who was laughing with his friends. Frankie looked up at her bully. This is what happened when you were different, this is what happened to simulacrum. This what happened to monsters.

BAM. Someone had kicked her stomach in an attempt to keep her on the ground. More tears flowed from Frankie's heterochrome eyes. "Leave me alone!" She cried.

"No, you little freak." One of the boys said. "No one likes a freak!"

"She's not a freak."

Later on, Frankie walked her savior to the nurse's office. He was a small boy woth uuntidy black hair, glasses that covered hisbright green eyes and an oddly shaped scar on his forehead.

"Thank you." Frankie said to him. He looked over at her.

"You don't have to thank me." I just could bear to see my cousin hurt an innocent girl any longer."

Girl?" Frankie said in surprise. "Don't you mean monster or a creature or a freak?"

"No, you're a girl. That's what you are, isn't?"

"I am, but...I've never been called something so...no hurtful before."

"Then your friends aren't nice are they?" Frankie shook her head.

"I don't have any friends..."She said. "Everyone but you see me as a freak."

"I'll be your friend." The boy said extending his hand, "What do you say?" Frankie grabbed the bboy's hand and shook it. "Alright!" FFrankie said happily. "My name's Frankie Stein. What's yours?"

"My name is Harry Potter."

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From that day on, the pair had beeb each otother's closest friend...only friend to be exact. And now, Frankie knew they had more in common then she thought.

Frankie hopped up onto the porch of Number Four, Privet Drive and knocked on the door. No one answered. She knocked again. No one came to the door once again. Frankie sighed and slid a note under the door, which read, "I tried tp visit, but no one answered. I have something important to tell you Harry. Meet me as soon as you can, Your Friend, Frankie.

The young girl then walked back home and as she headed to the door, she turned back to number four. The house had seemed deserted. What was going on? And where was Harry?

NEXT CHAPTER: DIAGON ALLEY