A Lost Dream
This story is an original idea. I was thinking of some of the situations I have had at school and wanted to turn it into a feasible story that is a Harry/Cho. I hope you like it.
Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter, Warner Bros. Or anything associated with the two cause otherwise I'd be rich and famous and powerful and not writing crappy stories…
A/N: I think this writing quality is much better than my other stories. Please R&R. More to come!
Cho Chang, aged 16, sat dejectedly by her French window in her room that overlooked the marketplace below. There was a cool breeze sweeping through the night sky and gently caressing her face. She sighed and looked up at the clouds in the sky, dancing with the luminous stars.
'How I wish I could be one of them, so carefree and relentlessly happy.'
This girl was so dejected and worried because she had just finished her exams at Hogwarts school of Witchcraft and Wizardry and everyone new those exams were terribly exhausting. She sighed again, stood up and lay back on her bed, staring up at the ceiling, looking at the bleakness above her and of the years that were to come. Ever since the accident, the day when Cedric died, the flower within her had wilted, ever so slowly, petal by petal. The impending doom of the future without love looked her straight in the eyes and she was scared. Afraid to replace Cedric, but longing for soul mate, one to call her own. Cho had a little sprout inside of her that was very slowly blooming nourished by the feelings she had for Harry but she couldn't bring herself up to admit anything. It was too painful. She interrupted her own thoughts.
'Why am I thinking of such things when I'm merely sixteen with a year more to go at Hogwarts? Shouldn't I be worrying about other things like all that dust I'll have to vacuum tomorrow without using magic!' She scolded herself out loud and temporarily faked herself into believing that she had no problems and went to sleep in her falsely created sense of security.
On the other side of town in a quaint little stony house there were loud complaints that could be heard.
"Ow! Hedwig, what is wrong with you tonight? That's the third time you've bitten my finger!"
"Is there something wrong, Harry?" questioned his uncle, Sirius.
"Nothing, really. Hedwig's just a bit restless, that's all. Hedwig, quit it!" Harry said as he was bit yet again by Hedwig.
Ever since Sirius Black, Harry's uncle, had been cleared of a crime he did not commit, Harry moved in with Sirius, and out from living with the Dursleys who disliked Harry. However, when Sirius' name was cleared, Lord Voldemort better known as you-know-who was not captured although Harry had made a hallowing escape from him yet again as well as on other occasions.
"Hedwig always nips my finger when she feels like there is something wrong but how am I supposed to know!?", said Harry, exasperated, "And it always has to do with humans."
Deep inside, Harry wished it had something to do with Cho. In the past year, Harry and Cho had developed a great relationship but the status that it remained in was friends. Harry longed to take it up another level, but Cho would never respond. Every time he tried to do something sentimental, she was cold towards him and he wondered if he would ever have her love. He was not very public and outward when he displayed his affections towards Cho, and only did it when they were together. His hints were very subtle and suddenly he began to blame it on himself. He felt this surge of resentment despite himself and proceeded to excuse himself from Sirius and make his way to his room where he could calm down.
"Why does the female mind have to be so complicated?" He muttered.
Hedwig fluttered by his side and clucked loudly as if she were laughing at him.
"What am I doing wrong?" Harry again questioned himself.
He shook his head and decided to take a look at his photo album. The one Hagrid had given him of his parents. He slowly opened it as if to keep sacredness to the memory of his parents. Harry looked at the moving pictures. They were so alive to him, and yet, they were just pictures. Memories captured on film. In the corner of one of the pages, Harry noticed a picture that he hadn't seen before. It was a picture of his parents in their years at Hogwarts. Harry swore he looked through these books a hundred times and never before had he seen this picture. He took off his glasses for a better look and before he knew it, he was sucked into the picture…
Please R&R! Thanks.
This story is an original idea. I was thinking of some of the situations I have had at school and wanted to turn it into a feasible story that is a Harry/Cho. I hope you like it.
Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter, Warner Bros. Or anything associated with the two cause otherwise I'd be rich and famous and powerful and not writing crappy stories…
A/N: I think this writing quality is much better than my other stories. Please R&R. More to come!
Cho Chang, aged 16, sat dejectedly by her French window in her room that overlooked the marketplace below. There was a cool breeze sweeping through the night sky and gently caressing her face. She sighed and looked up at the clouds in the sky, dancing with the luminous stars.
'How I wish I could be one of them, so carefree and relentlessly happy.'
This girl was so dejected and worried because she had just finished her exams at Hogwarts school of Witchcraft and Wizardry and everyone new those exams were terribly exhausting. She sighed again, stood up and lay back on her bed, staring up at the ceiling, looking at the bleakness above her and of the years that were to come. Ever since the accident, the day when Cedric died, the flower within her had wilted, ever so slowly, petal by petal. The impending doom of the future without love looked her straight in the eyes and she was scared. Afraid to replace Cedric, but longing for soul mate, one to call her own. Cho had a little sprout inside of her that was very slowly blooming nourished by the feelings she had for Harry but she couldn't bring herself up to admit anything. It was too painful. She interrupted her own thoughts.
'Why am I thinking of such things when I'm merely sixteen with a year more to go at Hogwarts? Shouldn't I be worrying about other things like all that dust I'll have to vacuum tomorrow without using magic!' She scolded herself out loud and temporarily faked herself into believing that she had no problems and went to sleep in her falsely created sense of security.
On the other side of town in a quaint little stony house there were loud complaints that could be heard.
"Ow! Hedwig, what is wrong with you tonight? That's the third time you've bitten my finger!"
"Is there something wrong, Harry?" questioned his uncle, Sirius.
"Nothing, really. Hedwig's just a bit restless, that's all. Hedwig, quit it!" Harry said as he was bit yet again by Hedwig.
Ever since Sirius Black, Harry's uncle, had been cleared of a crime he did not commit, Harry moved in with Sirius, and out from living with the Dursleys who disliked Harry. However, when Sirius' name was cleared, Lord Voldemort better known as you-know-who was not captured although Harry had made a hallowing escape from him yet again as well as on other occasions.
"Hedwig always nips my finger when she feels like there is something wrong but how am I supposed to know!?", said Harry, exasperated, "And it always has to do with humans."
Deep inside, Harry wished it had something to do with Cho. In the past year, Harry and Cho had developed a great relationship but the status that it remained in was friends. Harry longed to take it up another level, but Cho would never respond. Every time he tried to do something sentimental, she was cold towards him and he wondered if he would ever have her love. He was not very public and outward when he displayed his affections towards Cho, and only did it when they were together. His hints were very subtle and suddenly he began to blame it on himself. He felt this surge of resentment despite himself and proceeded to excuse himself from Sirius and make his way to his room where he could calm down.
"Why does the female mind have to be so complicated?" He muttered.
Hedwig fluttered by his side and clucked loudly as if she were laughing at him.
"What am I doing wrong?" Harry again questioned himself.
He shook his head and decided to take a look at his photo album. The one Hagrid had given him of his parents. He slowly opened it as if to keep sacredness to the memory of his parents. Harry looked at the moving pictures. They were so alive to him, and yet, they were just pictures. Memories captured on film. In the corner of one of the pages, Harry noticed a picture that he hadn't seen before. It was a picture of his parents in their years at Hogwarts. Harry swore he looked through these books a hundred times and never before had he seen this picture. He took off his glasses for a better look and before he knew it, he was sucked into the picture…
Please R&R! Thanks.