Pausing in front of a storefront window, Pansy turned and glanced at her reflection. Her face stared back at her, cool and emotionless. One would never know that her heart was beating at such a furious pace.
Before she could change her mind, she quickly crossed the street and entered the park. She found an empty bench across from the playground and sat down to watch the Muggle children, their carefree laughter bringing a wistful smile to her lips.
Soon.
The rumble of wheels interrupted her somber thoughts. "Come get your icy treats here!" shouted the vendor as he pushed a cart past her. "What about you, miss?" he asked in a cajoling tone.
Pansy silently studied him. There was nothing extraordinary about his appearance: nondescript brown shirt, faded trousers, scuffed trainers. But that was the point, wasn't it?
She recited the words specified in her instructions from the Order. "Do you have any popsicles?"
"Got a bunch of grapes left," the man replied cheerfully as he held out the purple treat.
"I'll take it." She reached into her pocket and pulled out the Muggle banknote she'd been working on for the past few days. In the proper hands, a countercharm would reveal the date and location of Voldemort's next victims.
Pansy hesitated for a second. If she was wrong about this, she would be dead within twenty-four hours. With a small sigh of resignation, she dropped the bill into his palm.
"Enjoy it miss, you deserve it." The glamour wavered as their fingers touched and Pansy found herself looking into a pair of bright green eyes. Her breath caught in her throat.
With the charm back in place, Harry gave Pansy a cheeky salute as he pushed his cart away from her and disappeared around the corner.