From Time to Eternity
Cedric and Cho. One-Shot.
For death is no more than a turning of us over from time to eternity.
- William Penn.
Cho sat among the Ravenclaw students while wiping a tear from her cheek.
She said that the Tournament would be dangerous and she hated the thought of someone close to her heart joining the game. She was definitely unwilling to watch the whole of it. But after the first task, after much persuasion for her to be there, she smiled. Proudly. Burns weren't really that threatening.
But the dragons! She exclaimed, her face flushed with worry. She dispatched a stack of hate pins from their common room stating that all four champions needed support. The Tournament was nothing like a simple Quidditch match. Although the small purse of her lip told everyone of her annoyance with Fleur's threatening and flirting glances. But everyone knew Cho was already at the advantage.
Because as a cup of Madam Puddifoot's hot chocolate drink made its way to warm her during a cold winter afternoon, a sweet answer of "Yes!" almost melted the snow covered roofs of the village. Seemingly already on a good mood, she went on and about the horridness of the decorations of the cafe and it was only the drink that made her stay. She almost went skipping from the Great Hall towards her common room—ignoring the sour look on the veela's face.
And truly, the Yule Ball was a confirmation. As Marietta tried to squeeze her way in on the dance floor, squealing when someone from Durmstrang asked her to dance, Cho shared the enthusiasm. Glad for her best friend, Cho was gracefully dancing with the music of the Weird Sisters—sweat and all. She'd never been so beautiful.
Late in February she was worried that she might miss the second task. McGonagall asked for her one night and it scared the wits out of her, believing that the professor would tell her she wasn't competent enough to take her O.W.L.S. It wasn't until that afternoon when she figured out that she was competent. Important. Loved. She was the one who'll be sorely missed. And the merpeople stood as witnesses. She coughed and chattered and weakened. But hopefully, she felt the true essence of the task.
She was almost on the verge of breathing a sigh of relief. One more task, she whispered one night. It's all over. She smiled gently and gave a good luck kiss. She watched from the stands with another proud smile on her face... of content, of bliss, of love... Surely, the morning after, she would be celebrating that the Triwizard Tournament is finally over. Life at Hogwarts won't be the same, she thought, picturing the feast, the congratulations, and maybe even the huge banners of canary yellow for Hufflepuff soaring inside the Hall.. But it all went into a halt as a sharp scream pierced her.
And now, in the middle of the Great Hall, Cho sat quietly as words of warmth and comfort tried to ease the pain of death.
My death.
A hero uncalled for, pleading for her last tear to finally go away.
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