A tall hourglass shaped body slumped over the bed on its stomach, arm over the side, its hand resting on the cold floor. The eyes slowly blinked at the alarm clock, resting on the nightstand. It was so worn out, but it couldn't sleep. The minutes ticked away like seconds and suddenly it was midnight. Sleep felt like such a lost cause. The body would continually groan, turn over and attempt to find the best spot to settle down in, closing its eyes. Then just when it thought the sandman would take over, its eyes would blink open, like big fingers were holding the lids back, to prevent any sort of rest from occurring. Finally, after hours of tossing and turning, the clock hit four am, and the body sunk into sleep.

Frances awoke with sleepy eyes and a sluggish body. Stretching her arms and cracking her neck, yawning as she did so; she pushed herself up and off the bed, her feet stepping onto the cold floor. She let this stance go on for a bit, feeling rather lazy. But after the spot warmed some more, she got up and walked off towards the bathroom.

She got to the shower, and slowly turned on the water. The hot liquid felt soothing on her skin; she let it drip down her back, over her neck and down to her toes, reveling in the relaxation of all those nerves, haunting her from insomnia the night before. The steam filled up the room and fogged up the mirrors, and Frances pushed out a heavy sigh. Moments later, finally all clean and definitely more relaxed and soothed, she stepped out of the shower and dried off. Frances wrapped the towel around her so that it clinged softly to her body, then lazily walked out, leaving behind a trail of wet footprints.

Frances moved towards the dresser and pulled out her uniform. The same from school, its only accent, the red and gold tie underneath the collar. It was Hogwarts school's reunion and to show true Hogwarts spirit, everyone was required to wear they're old house uniforms. She shuffled around pulling out the black skirt and tights, ripping out endless piles of clothes and stuffing them back in the drawer, which took no mercy in fighting her over the capacity of clothes that it was willing to hold. After struggling with the drawer, and getting all the pieces of her attire on, she looked in the mirror. All the memories of the past came flooding back. An image of a young girl stood before her. Not a woman, but in this moment, a girl. Naïve and as stubborn as ever. She had not changed in appearance that much. Her skin was soft, lit up by a soft pink hue in the cheeks that brought out her hazel eyes, and long hair that formed curls from her shoulders and rested at her hips. The bodice was that of an hourglass shape, showing off every curve.

In that moment, the older version surely felt like that of a young girl from her school days. It was a strange feeling, one that reminded her of a time and place that she would always cherish, but at the same time, memories of horrific events, and a terrible war. Frances took a deep breath to let out the nerves, and slung her bag over her shoulder before shutting the door.

Stepping out into the old corridor, Frances felt a since of foreboding. It was beating in her heart like a drum. She felt this feeling; like that no one was going to recognize her. Which they probably wouldn't, but that wasn't really the point. The point was, she was meeting with old friends and as exciting as that was, and she couldn't gets this feeling out of her head. What if they didn't feel the same? How were they going to react to her presence? Would they remember her?...Despite all this She wiped the thought from her mind and continued walking down the hall, with as much poise as she could manage.

Deep breathe…..straight ahead.

But it was useless. Her heart kept beating faster with every step. All types of worries flooded her mind and the harder she tried to push them out, the more they came in.Frances stood high and confident on the outside, but inside her heart beat nervously out of her chest. Her palms were sweating and she kept wiping them on her skirt in a nervous fashion.

Meanwhile, a tall muscular man of 27, stood at the opposite end of the corridor, out of view. He was fumbling angrily with his clothes and hair, clearly frustrated.

Harry was displeased with his appearance in every way. His hair was stuck up in the air, unruly as usual, tie all undone, to keep from cutting off his circulation, and pants, that now were so small, it kept him from breathing. Why must they wear their old uniforms? His uniform was for a boy's body. Harry had grown, and despite the uncombed and uncooperative state of his hair, he was definitely all man. Harry pulled his pants up, and wiped the sweat from his brow. The school had never had proper ventilation since he went there, and it still didn't to this day. He was sweating like a pig in here.Harry made a note to himself to take a cold shower after all this. He'd need it. And not just for the heat. For the sudden anxiety that was about to come over him before he would know what happened. Without even thinking, that moment had come. Harry looked straight ahead, and was flabbergasted at what he saw. His mouth gaped open, he attempted to snap it shut but his brain wasn't getting through.

Walking towards his direction, right in his direction as a matter of fact, was the most beautiful girl he had ever laid eyes upon. He had never remembered any girl that amazing, coming to Hogwarts. On the other hand, he never really paid much attention to girls during his schooling, what with fighting off you know who, and protecting his friends. He didn't have much time for girls really. There had been Ginny, But it was bad timing and he couldn't stay with her and fight off voldemort at the same time. Not to mention it was around the Headmaster, and his long time mentor, Albus Dumbledore's, death. And he had needed time to get away and deal with all the emotions. Figure out who he was. But poor Ginny he thought. Good thing she had understood and tried not to take it too hard. That's what he had loved about her. She was always understanding of his situation, and never ceased to support him.

The woman was walking slowly down the stairs, straight for the door, where he stood. His eyes watched her skirt ride the slow curve of her hips, pulling tight against them as she walked. His eyes continued, wandering up her smooth thighs, to her plunging neckline. It squeezed the bulk of her heavy breasts out slightly. Harry's breath rate was heightened. And he seemed to be getting hotter by the second. Then, suddenly, her face came more into view. His eyes widened. It couldn't be he thought…..

Suddenly, and more quickly than Frances could register, standing before her, was the tall figure of an unruly haired fellow.

"Frances?" said the voice

"Is that you??" out of breath and hands on their knees.

"I...Uhh..." Frances stammered. Trying to speak suddenly wasn't the easiest thing to do.

"Oh. Hi..."

"Uhmm. Wait…" she stammered some more. This man looked quite familiar. dark hair...emerald green eyes...glasses...scar...

"Harry!"

Both their faces were in shock.

"Yeah. It's been a while." Said Harry.

"You got that right. How are you?"

Frances smiled sweetly. Harry's face almost melted. He lost all train of thought, or would of if he hadnt gone blank the moment he'd seen her.

She shot back a look of confusion.

"It's great to see you." he said happily. Returning back to his senses.

Frances didn't say anything. Her whole thought process was off, and anytime she tried to speak, nothing came out.

Wow. When did harry become this good-looking? He must be working out, look at that chest. And those eyes…hmmm..

"Frances?" Harry waved his hand in front of her.

"Oh?" Frances came back to reality.

Focus Frances. Focus. Dont let him think you've turned into a nutter.

"Oh. Sorry. Lost myself in a daze there for a second."

Harry chuckled. "You always did make me laugh, girl."

Frances giggled back.

"Where are we supposed to be meeting for this Reunion thing?" asked Frances.

"In the great hall." Said Harry.

"Didn't you read the invitation?"

Frances had a vision of herself throwing the invitation away without even glancing it.

"Oh...yeah. Of course I read the letter." she said quickly.

Rather too quickly, infact.

"You didn't read it did you?" he stared at her.

"Well...no. I wasn't planning on coming." she said sadly.

"I really was afraid."

"What changed your mind?" Harry asked curiously.

"I think it was iffi who finally talked me into it."

"It has been so long since I've seen her."

"I couldn't refuse." she said calmly

"But you don't really mean to say that you hate this place? There were a lot of good memories here. And you can't forget Dumbledore, he taught us a lot over the years." Said Harry

"I don't hate this place." She said hastily.

"I had great memories here…Dumbledore of course was my best mentor too."

"But I just thought..."

Her eyes looked down at the marble floor, watching her feet.

"Thought what?" Harry inquired.

Frances was still shuffling her feet on the marble trying not to pay attention, but gave up.

"I thought that, well..." she stammered

"None of you would remember me..."

"It's been so many years since we left school. We all went our separate ways..."

"I didn't think our friendship would still be there."

Harry put his hand on her shoulder encouragingly and moved his head down to see hers, speaking gently.

"We were, and still are the best of friends." Said Harry

"A bond between true friends can't be broken."

"And we were pretty close, so you can't deny that we'd still try to find each other again. Right?"

Frances looked back at Harry smiling.

He returned the smile.

"Besides…" said Harry

"I would never forget you."

Frances smiled.

"Let's go find our other two partners in crime, shall we?"

She held out her arm for him, and he locked with hers.

"Yes, lets."

They walked off towards the great hall.