A Legacy No More
She lay on the floor of her room, her breathing ragged and uneven, tears pouring down her face. "This hurts so much…" She shivered as her black robes shifted over her long sleeve black shirt and her black pleaded mini skirt in the breeze coming from her wide open window. "I hope I never fall in love again."
"Cho?"
She gasped for air, pretending not to have heard. In her fifth year, when Cedric died, she went into depression. The next year, her grades dropped, and Professor Dumbledore took her aside, telling her that she would move on to seventh year, but if her grades didn't pick up, she would have to repeat the year. That's just what happened.
"Cho, I know you're in there."
She sighed. "Come in if you wish to fuck up my life." The door opened and the Head Boy walked in. His emerald green eyes slid from Cho's tearstained face to the bloodstained knife on the floor beside her, to her cut and sliced up wrists. He hurried over and knelt by her side, tears glistening in his startling eyes.
"No…"
"Yes, Harry?"
"No… I… I won't believe it."
"Believe what?"
"Believe that you tried to kill yourself."
"Oh…"
"Why?"
"Why not?" she snapped. "I have nothing to live for." She sighed in what she thought must have been an inward way. "Cedric's dead."
"Live for me."
"No," she said, picking up the knife.
"Please."
"No," she whispered. "Now, do me this one favor." She took his hand and wrapped his fingers around the handle of the knife. "Kill me."
"Never."
"End my pain."
"No!"
"Yes."
"You have to live!"
"For what reason should I live?"
"For me."
"No."
"I'll get Dumbledore."
"And I'll be dead by the time you get back."
"No… please… please don't do this to me," he sobbed. "I'll do anything. Anything you want me to do… I will. Just stay alive for me. Please. Please!"
"I'm sorry, Harry."
He cried harder than he had since Sirius had died. He had already lost Cedric, Sirius, and now he was losing Cho? He couldn't take it anymore. "Don't… I've lost Cedric. I lost Sirius. And now I'm losing you."
"I know." Gently, she placed her hands on his and pulled him to her in a kiss.
"Cho… I…" She exhaled.
"Goodbye, Harry," she said. "And thank you for killing me."
Cho Chang died with a smile playing softly across her smooth, beautiful lips.
"No…" he croaked, "No!!!" Harry wrenched the knife out of her and plunged it inside himself. He wrapped his arms around her, and apologized for bleeding on her shirt. With his last gasping breath, he said, "I love you, Cho."
And thus it was on this day that the legacy of the Boy-Who-Lived, and his love, were no more.
Disclaimer: Je ne possède pas une chose (I do not own a thing). J.K. Rowling owns everything. Except the plot.