Our Little Secret [Harry Potter]

Chapter 3

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12 August 1994,

"'Cause I see, sparks fly, whenever you smile..." Seraphina's voice was an unearthly melody, soft and haunting in the early hours of the morning. Her fingers flew over the piano keys, stringing together beautiful chords and dancing effortlessly through the hurricane of dynamics.

Composing music and being able to perform it was one of her biggest blessings, as she recently discovered. Years ago, the beautiful wooden piano that stood in the corner of her room was her biggest enemy. Her parents had tried bringing in a private tutor, but all Seraphina had learned at the end of that lesson was that she was a complete lost cause.

She sure had the skills and talent, but she lacked the emotion. She saw nothing more than complicated stiff notes printed onto paper, a monotonous string of ink that supposedly makes a tune. And when her frustration rose, it was all off key notes, sore fingertips, and rushing to keep up with the required tempo. It was nothing but stress.

But the past few days, it was complete mayhem in the Meyer household, and Seraphina was a bubbling fountain of emotions. Three nights ago, after the call was made, her father had rushed home, hair ruffled and face drained of colour, sober for the first time in weeks.

After that, it was just one hushed discussion after the other about "the Potter boy" between her parents. Seraphina noticed that they often cast fearful looks at the mail slot, as waiting for a predator ready to pounce.

So her piano became her best friend. She scribbled down one song after the other, her mind set on Harry as she did so. Seraphina put down everything they had done, all that she felt about him, and how she longed to see him again down in mild sorrowful notes.

When she put the songs onto the piano, she absolutely fell in love with how they sounded. Seraphina had added lyrics to her melodies as she remembered that night when Harry admitted through blushing cheeks that "her voice was the prettiest thing he'd heard".

No matter what her parents said, they couldn't keep her away from him.

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"Honey, are you in there?" Mrs. Meyer's voice rang out from the hallway, interrupting another Friday afternoon composing session. Seraphina grunted back in response, and Mrs. Meyer pushed open the door with a big smile lighting up her face.