Note to all readers. This is my first shot at a Harry Potter fanfic, since
I mostly specialise in Pokemon and Star Wars. Well, here it is. It will be
updated once a week, reviews regardless.
Eternal Passion
Chapter 1
It was a bright, hot day in late July. The sky was clear of any cloud, offering a spectacularly blue sky, stunning even for the standards in Scotland. The heather was in full bloom, and from above, it resembled a rippling, purple and dark green sea. The song of a curlew carried lazily across the moor, the only sound to break the stillness of the muggy afternoon. A skylark flew up from its nest in the heather, startled by the passing of a human girl.
Cho Chang was soon to be a year 7 in Hogwarts. Over the course of the summer, she'd been spending all her time alone. Her parents had worried, and her muggle friend Matt had made every effort to cheer her up. But it seemed that no matter what the distraction was these days, it was just another drop in the ocean. She still wept for the boyfriend she had loved and lost due to Lord Voldemort. But the depression that pressed down on her heart most these days was the fact she had been insensitive to her second boyfriend, Harry Potter. Maybe he'd been a bit of a prat himself, maybe not. But she felt she should have known Harry would not want to talk endlessly about Cedric's murder. Harry had been suffering relentless criticism and hardship throughout his fifth year, culminating with the abrupt death of his godfather, Sirius Black. The Ministry of Magic had declared that Sirius was not the underhanded killer of Harry's parents, but an innocent. Cho felt bad she hadn't been there to comfort Harry the way he'd comforted her at Christmas. Just one kiss and she had felt so much better afterwards. Their relationship had jerked in all directions in fits and starts, but finally, her jealousy to Hermione Granger, and her love for her deceased boyfriend drove them apart. The last she had seen of Harry was when he was on the Hogwarts Express, little more than a fortnight ago. She had blushed on seeing him, recalling their brief but nevertheless unforgettable time together. Now she spent all her time alone, apart from when Matt visited her. She sat down in the heather and looked up at the sky. She squinted and glanced at the sun, remembering what her friend had told her about the star Sirius bringing extra warmth to days in late July and August. She took hold of her quill pen and wrote on the parchment she was holding. She was deciding to risk a letter to Harry for his birthday, feeling if she didn't deliver a token of her affection to him once more, then they might never get another chance at love. She lay back and began writing.
'Dear Harry
I hope things are going well for you in your aunt and uncle's home. I really don't know how you can possibly put up with them, from what I heard, they sound really foul. Maybe they didn't ask to have you on their doorstep, but then, you didn't ask to be made a hero by some lucky chance.
I wanted to apologise for how I acted last year. Please, don't put all the blame on yourself. I should have stopped thinking about Cedric and saw what was in front of me. I should have realised I was dating the one and only Harry Potter, and that I should be grateful for what I had at that moment, not what I had in the past. I just want to say that I'm sorry I was so stupid.
Maybe you don't want me anymore, and that's fine. But if you can find it in your heart to forgive me, I hope we'll be able to at least friends. I still hold love for you.
Happy Birthday, please enjoy your present
Love from
Cho Chang'
She sat up and looked over her letter. She sighed and folded it up, making a mental note to send it to Harry as soon as possible. She stared up at the cloudless sky, wishing she could spend just one day with him outside of school. Suddenly she jerked up and a smile spread across her face. She knew her parents wouldn't object to Harry spending time with her, and unfolded her letter quickly, nearly tearing it in the process.
'PS: Would you like to visit my house for a day or two?'
She folded up the letter again, feeling slightly better she had got such a burden off her chest. She sat back in the heather, listening to the lilting song of the curlew. She took a deep breath and sighed, enjoying this moment of relaxation.
"Do you hear me boy? Under NO condition are you to let that maniac owl of yours puke up pellets in our room EVER again!"
Harry flushed red. His uncle had left his bedroom window open, and his owl, Hedwig, had taken a detour in and whilst there, had regurgitated the bits of her meal she didn't want onto the pillows. He had been back at Privet Drive for almost a fortnight now, and things had gone smoothly. Lupin had been round most, as he was the closest thing to family Harry had left after the Dursleys. He had been very close to Harry's godfather Sirius Black, and had personally known his parents at school. This incident with Hedwig had been the only one thus far, but Harry felt that such incidents might be part of a trend. He sighed, forgetting he was in his uncle's presence. Vernon swelled and lashed out at his nephew, knocking him over.
"Don't you sigh at me boy! We're not keeping you here out of the goodness of our hearts. If that owl of yours..."
A loud crack sounded and a large man appeared in the kitchen. Harry recognised him as Mad-Eye Moody, an ex-Auror from the Ministry of Magic. He pointed his wand threateningly at Vernon Dursley as Harry got to his feet.
"DON'T make me use force on you Dursley. Remember me?"
He tilted his hat back, revealing his magical blue eye. Vernon cowered backwards. Moody advanced on him, accentuating each word with a poke in Vernon's chest.
"If you touch Harry again, I'll forget that wizards normally can't use magic."
He stopped to catch his breath and glared at Vernon.
"But since we're in a war now, we can use magic anyway. You've been warned Dursley, don't make me turn you into the chicken you are."
He turned to Harry, and passed him an envelope.
"This came for you not long ago Potter. Let me know if this man tries anything else with you."
With a crack, Moody vanished. Harry opened the letter, which was written in a handwriting style he hadn't seen before. He read Cho's letter, and felt a twinge of surprise. He read it again, as if to confirm it was real. He ran upstairs and began to write a reply to Cho's letter.
Eternal Passion
Chapter 1
It was a bright, hot day in late July. The sky was clear of any cloud, offering a spectacularly blue sky, stunning even for the standards in Scotland. The heather was in full bloom, and from above, it resembled a rippling, purple and dark green sea. The song of a curlew carried lazily across the moor, the only sound to break the stillness of the muggy afternoon. A skylark flew up from its nest in the heather, startled by the passing of a human girl.
Cho Chang was soon to be a year 7 in Hogwarts. Over the course of the summer, she'd been spending all her time alone. Her parents had worried, and her muggle friend Matt had made every effort to cheer her up. But it seemed that no matter what the distraction was these days, it was just another drop in the ocean. She still wept for the boyfriend she had loved and lost due to Lord Voldemort. But the depression that pressed down on her heart most these days was the fact she had been insensitive to her second boyfriend, Harry Potter. Maybe he'd been a bit of a prat himself, maybe not. But she felt she should have known Harry would not want to talk endlessly about Cedric's murder. Harry had been suffering relentless criticism and hardship throughout his fifth year, culminating with the abrupt death of his godfather, Sirius Black. The Ministry of Magic had declared that Sirius was not the underhanded killer of Harry's parents, but an innocent. Cho felt bad she hadn't been there to comfort Harry the way he'd comforted her at Christmas. Just one kiss and she had felt so much better afterwards. Their relationship had jerked in all directions in fits and starts, but finally, her jealousy to Hermione Granger, and her love for her deceased boyfriend drove them apart. The last she had seen of Harry was when he was on the Hogwarts Express, little more than a fortnight ago. She had blushed on seeing him, recalling their brief but nevertheless unforgettable time together. Now she spent all her time alone, apart from when Matt visited her. She sat down in the heather and looked up at the sky. She squinted and glanced at the sun, remembering what her friend had told her about the star Sirius bringing extra warmth to days in late July and August. She took hold of her quill pen and wrote on the parchment she was holding. She was deciding to risk a letter to Harry for his birthday, feeling if she didn't deliver a token of her affection to him once more, then they might never get another chance at love. She lay back and began writing.
'Dear Harry
I hope things are going well for you in your aunt and uncle's home. I really don't know how you can possibly put up with them, from what I heard, they sound really foul. Maybe they didn't ask to have you on their doorstep, but then, you didn't ask to be made a hero by some lucky chance.
I wanted to apologise for how I acted last year. Please, don't put all the blame on yourself. I should have stopped thinking about Cedric and saw what was in front of me. I should have realised I was dating the one and only Harry Potter, and that I should be grateful for what I had at that moment, not what I had in the past. I just want to say that I'm sorry I was so stupid.
Maybe you don't want me anymore, and that's fine. But if you can find it in your heart to forgive me, I hope we'll be able to at least friends. I still hold love for you.
Happy Birthday, please enjoy your present
Love from
Cho Chang'
She sat up and looked over her letter. She sighed and folded it up, making a mental note to send it to Harry as soon as possible. She stared up at the cloudless sky, wishing she could spend just one day with him outside of school. Suddenly she jerked up and a smile spread across her face. She knew her parents wouldn't object to Harry spending time with her, and unfolded her letter quickly, nearly tearing it in the process.
'PS: Would you like to visit my house for a day or two?'
She folded up the letter again, feeling slightly better she had got such a burden off her chest. She sat back in the heather, listening to the lilting song of the curlew. She took a deep breath and sighed, enjoying this moment of relaxation.
"Do you hear me boy? Under NO condition are you to let that maniac owl of yours puke up pellets in our room EVER again!"
Harry flushed red. His uncle had left his bedroom window open, and his owl, Hedwig, had taken a detour in and whilst there, had regurgitated the bits of her meal she didn't want onto the pillows. He had been back at Privet Drive for almost a fortnight now, and things had gone smoothly. Lupin had been round most, as he was the closest thing to family Harry had left after the Dursleys. He had been very close to Harry's godfather Sirius Black, and had personally known his parents at school. This incident with Hedwig had been the only one thus far, but Harry felt that such incidents might be part of a trend. He sighed, forgetting he was in his uncle's presence. Vernon swelled and lashed out at his nephew, knocking him over.
"Don't you sigh at me boy! We're not keeping you here out of the goodness of our hearts. If that owl of yours..."
A loud crack sounded and a large man appeared in the kitchen. Harry recognised him as Mad-Eye Moody, an ex-Auror from the Ministry of Magic. He pointed his wand threateningly at Vernon Dursley as Harry got to his feet.
"DON'T make me use force on you Dursley. Remember me?"
He tilted his hat back, revealing his magical blue eye. Vernon cowered backwards. Moody advanced on him, accentuating each word with a poke in Vernon's chest.
"If you touch Harry again, I'll forget that wizards normally can't use magic."
He stopped to catch his breath and glared at Vernon.
"But since we're in a war now, we can use magic anyway. You've been warned Dursley, don't make me turn you into the chicken you are."
He turned to Harry, and passed him an envelope.
"This came for you not long ago Potter. Let me know if this man tries anything else with you."
With a crack, Moody vanished. Harry opened the letter, which was written in a handwriting style he hadn't seen before. He read Cho's letter, and felt a twinge of surprise. He read it again, as if to confirm it was real. He ran upstairs and began to write a reply to Cho's letter.