DISCLAIMER: Nope, I don't own Harry Potter, although I'd like to. All Harry
Potter characters, logos, and related indicia are copyright of J.K. Rowling
and Warner Brothers.
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It was a chilly autumn night as Harry Potter went walking across the Hogwarts grounds, pondering his life. Although definitely not contemplating suicide at all, he was beginning to wonder about his place and purpose in life. After all, he was in his seventh and final year at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, and he was still unsure of what to do with himself after graduation. Most of his friends seemed to know what they wanted to do already. Hermione wanted to teach at Hogwarts, Ron wanted to train creatures for the Ministry of Magic, and even Neville said he wanted to be a wizard doctor of all things. For Harry, it was beginning to look hopeless. The seventh year students were strongly recommended to know their career choice by the end of the week so they could be advised on what courses to take.
"Only three days left to think," thought Harry as he paused beside the greenhouses.
True, he had always enjoyed Herbology, and that career might be interesting. Although Harry had to admit his dislike of having a sunburned neck and frostbitten fingers.
Potions was most definitely out; Harry could barely mix a simple potion without messing up somewhere along the line.
Still thinking, Harry wandered out to the lake, where the giant squid was calmly propelling itself through the icy black water. Then the moon fell upon something quite odd. Harry looked at the forest entrance to see the moon illuminating a small child, barely six years old. She looked vaguely familiar, but he didn't know why.
Harry approached her cautiously. "Excuse me, are you lost?" he asked, putting a hand on the girl's shoulder.
The girl then spoke in a quiet voice, "Yes. Yes I am. Who are you?" she turned around and looked up at Harry with dark, almond-shaped eyes.
Harry took a step backwards. The girl he was staring at looked exactly like Cho Chang! Bu how could that be?
"I'm Harry Potter," he said slowly. "Now who are you? Where are your parents?"
"M- my parents? My daddy left a long, long time ago and my mommy-" she broke off looking as though she wanted to cry.
"Where's your mother?" Harry said gently.
"D- dead," whispered the girl. "She died a month ago. We lived in Hogsmede, and I ran away when she died. I've been living in this forest ever since. It's not such a bad place you know."
"Well, this is called the Forbidden Forest, and that castle up there is Hogwarts. Have you ever heard of it?" asked Harry, sitting down on a stump.
The girl sat down next to him. "Yes. Mommy went there. She just got out last year. She told me that one day I would get to go there because I'm magic. Is that true?"
"Sure is," said Harry, smiling. "Now what are your parents names?"
The girl looked down at the ground. "Jason and Cho Levi," she whispered.
Harry fell off the stump. Cho's child? Cho had had a child before she died? This was news to Harry.
"Wait a minute Harry," he thought to himself, "make sure it was Cho Chang."
"Do you know what your mother's last name used to be before she got married?" Harry asked.
The girl nodded. "It was Chang."
"Oh God," Harry thought.
"What's your name?" he asked.
"Naomi Levi," the girl said. "Are you going to send me to an orphanage? Please don't," Naomi looked and sounded fearful.
"I won't; don't worry," he told her. "But let's get you some food and warm clothes. There's someone for you to meet up at the castle." Harry led Naomi to the stone steps.
"Oh boy! Is it a king?" she asked, excited.
Harry laughed. "Almost," he told her.
Once inside the castle, Harry walked to Albus Dumbledore's office and said the password, "Caboodle."
The circular stone steps took them to the office of the Headmaster. He looked up in great surprise when he saw Harry and Naomi enter his office.
"Hello Harry," he said, "Hello miss," he said to Naomi. She looked shyly at the floor and mumbled a greeting back.
"Sir, I was, um, walking just now," a quick glance at the clock told Harry that it was well after curfew, "and I came across Naomi here. She's Cho's daughter."
Dumbledore looked at him sharply. "Cho's daughter? Well then Naomi, please come with me."
He took her over to a portrait and pushed it aside. "Follow this path Naomi. It will take you to the kitchens. Tell the elves there Professor Dumbledore would like you to have a nice, good meal. I will fetch you shortly."
Naomi left then, and Dumbledore turned back to Harry.
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A/N: I know the ages are all wrong and everything, how Cho just graduated last year and she has a daughter that's six, but trust me, it'll all come together.
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It was a chilly autumn night as Harry Potter went walking across the Hogwarts grounds, pondering his life. Although definitely not contemplating suicide at all, he was beginning to wonder about his place and purpose in life. After all, he was in his seventh and final year at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, and he was still unsure of what to do with himself after graduation. Most of his friends seemed to know what they wanted to do already. Hermione wanted to teach at Hogwarts, Ron wanted to train creatures for the Ministry of Magic, and even Neville said he wanted to be a wizard doctor of all things. For Harry, it was beginning to look hopeless. The seventh year students were strongly recommended to know their career choice by the end of the week so they could be advised on what courses to take.
"Only three days left to think," thought Harry as he paused beside the greenhouses.
True, he had always enjoyed Herbology, and that career might be interesting. Although Harry had to admit his dislike of having a sunburned neck and frostbitten fingers.
Potions was most definitely out; Harry could barely mix a simple potion without messing up somewhere along the line.
Still thinking, Harry wandered out to the lake, where the giant squid was calmly propelling itself through the icy black water. Then the moon fell upon something quite odd. Harry looked at the forest entrance to see the moon illuminating a small child, barely six years old. She looked vaguely familiar, but he didn't know why.
Harry approached her cautiously. "Excuse me, are you lost?" he asked, putting a hand on the girl's shoulder.
The girl then spoke in a quiet voice, "Yes. Yes I am. Who are you?" she turned around and looked up at Harry with dark, almond-shaped eyes.
Harry took a step backwards. The girl he was staring at looked exactly like Cho Chang! Bu how could that be?
"I'm Harry Potter," he said slowly. "Now who are you? Where are your parents?"
"M- my parents? My daddy left a long, long time ago and my mommy-" she broke off looking as though she wanted to cry.
"Where's your mother?" Harry said gently.
"D- dead," whispered the girl. "She died a month ago. We lived in Hogsmede, and I ran away when she died. I've been living in this forest ever since. It's not such a bad place you know."
"Well, this is called the Forbidden Forest, and that castle up there is Hogwarts. Have you ever heard of it?" asked Harry, sitting down on a stump.
The girl sat down next to him. "Yes. Mommy went there. She just got out last year. She told me that one day I would get to go there because I'm magic. Is that true?"
"Sure is," said Harry, smiling. "Now what are your parents names?"
The girl looked down at the ground. "Jason and Cho Levi," she whispered.
Harry fell off the stump. Cho's child? Cho had had a child before she died? This was news to Harry.
"Wait a minute Harry," he thought to himself, "make sure it was Cho Chang."
"Do you know what your mother's last name used to be before she got married?" Harry asked.
The girl nodded. "It was Chang."
"Oh God," Harry thought.
"What's your name?" he asked.
"Naomi Levi," the girl said. "Are you going to send me to an orphanage? Please don't," Naomi looked and sounded fearful.
"I won't; don't worry," he told her. "But let's get you some food and warm clothes. There's someone for you to meet up at the castle." Harry led Naomi to the stone steps.
"Oh boy! Is it a king?" she asked, excited.
Harry laughed. "Almost," he told her.
Once inside the castle, Harry walked to Albus Dumbledore's office and said the password, "Caboodle."
The circular stone steps took them to the office of the Headmaster. He looked up in great surprise when he saw Harry and Naomi enter his office.
"Hello Harry," he said, "Hello miss," he said to Naomi. She looked shyly at the floor and mumbled a greeting back.
"Sir, I was, um, walking just now," a quick glance at the clock told Harry that it was well after curfew, "and I came across Naomi here. She's Cho's daughter."
Dumbledore looked at him sharply. "Cho's daughter? Well then Naomi, please come with me."
He took her over to a portrait and pushed it aside. "Follow this path Naomi. It will take you to the kitchens. Tell the elves there Professor Dumbledore would like you to have a nice, good meal. I will fetch you shortly."
Naomi left then, and Dumbledore turned back to Harry.
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A/N: I know the ages are all wrong and everything, how Cho just graduated last year and she has a daughter that's six, but trust me, it'll all come together.