AN: Well, Here's the re-write. I hope you enjoy. It's quite a bit different from the original. I own nothing. Eveything Potter belongs to J.K.R. This is Mpreg and it has spoilers for GoF and is AU from the end of GoF.
He was nervous. He was really nervous. So nervous in fact that he was pacing back and forth in the entry hall, chewing his nails down to the painful point. It was the first Saturday following that disastrous Tri-wizard tournament and Cho had asked him if he would go for a walk with her. Ordinarily that in its self would have been enough to make him a nervous wreck, but that wasn't the problem this time. The problem was that he knew what she wanted to talk to him about. Cedric. She was going to ask him what had happened in that maze. Harry was one of the few people who knew that Cedric and Cho had been more than just dating. They had been engaged. She had a right to know what had happened to her fiancé, but Harry didn't know if he was ready to talk about it. He felt responsible for Cedric's death. It has been his idea for them to both claim the cup at the center of the maze. The portkey that had delivered them straight into Voldemort's hands.
Harry stopped his pacing and looked up at the sound of footsteps on the marble stairs. She was a beautiful girl; you'd have to blind not to see that. Long straight black hair, eyes with just a hint of an asian tilt to them and a creamy almond complexion. But her eyes had a sadness to them now. She approached Harry and gave him a brief hug before looping her arm in his and heading out the big double doors of the entrance hall. They walked in silence for awhile, until they reached the edge of the lake. He watched as she stared out over the water, tracing the ripples on the surface that were most like caused by the giant squid some where in it's depths. She finally turned to look at him.
"Can you tell me what happened, Harry, please?" She said as her eyes took on a glassy sheen. Harry sighed and looked out over the water himself. He started at the beginning of the maze challenge. He told her of how he and Cedric had helped each other get through the maze and away from a bewitched Viktor Krum. At how they had both spotted and reached the cup at the same time and pushed each other to claim it. And of how he had suggested that they both claim it. He told her about how confused and disoriented they were after the portkey trip and his horror when he realized where they were a second to late. How he had urged Cedric to run only to watch him crumple after Voldemort's order to 'kill the spare'.
"He helped save my life you know?" He said to Cho, who was now crying openly, as he placed his arm around her shoulders. He told her about how his and Voldemort's wands had reacted when they tried to use them on each other. How the ghosts of all those that Voldemort's wand had been used to kill had emerged one by one from its tip. How Cedric's ghost had asked Harry to take him home and his parents telling him to hold on. He told her that when he broke the connection between the wands, the ghosts had lingered to create cover for Harry to get to Cedric's body and 'accio' the portkey that brought them back. Harry looked back out over the water as he rubbed his hand soothingly up and down Cho's arm.
"I wouldn't be here if it wasn't for him and the others." He said. "And Cedric would be here if it wasn't for me." Cho gasped when he said that and turned wide eyes in his direction.
"Don't you say that Harry." She demanded as she swiped at the tears on her cheeks. "Don't you dare say that!" She turned to face him completely and grasped his chin to make him look at her. "This wasn't your fault. That…that…thing has been after you since you were a baby. You have no control over what he does and HE is the only one there is to blame here. Him and his followers. You didn't do anything wrong. You brought him home to us. You put yourself in danger to bring him home. Not even Dumbledore knew what was going on here Harry. How can you think you have any blame?" Harry just shook his head, gently removing her hand from his chin.
"I put people in danger just by being near them." He said softly. He saw her thinking about how to reply, but before she could another voice interrupted.
"To right Potter." Harry and Cho both spun around at the sound of the whiney voice behind them. Peter Pettigrew in all of his shabbiness stood there. Right in the open by the lake. "You always seem to bring a spare that needs killing." He said with a malicious smile. Harry immediately pulled Cho behind him as he whipped out his wand, pointing it firmly at Pettigrew. He said nothing, just concentrated on making sure that the weasely little man stayed in his sight. "My master wants a word with you Potter. He asked me to escort you."
"I'm not going anywhere with you." Harry said in a quiet voice. His eyes and his wand never wavering. He could feel Cho behind him as she got her own wand out and at the ready. Wormtail shook his head.
"Come, come now Potter. You wouldn't want this pretty little thing hurt now would you?" Harry could hear Cho gasp behind him and was amazed when she stepped out from behind him and walked toward Pettigrew seeming to be in a daze.
"No!" Harry yelled as he tried to keep his wand pointed at the man. "No! I'll come! Just leave her be, please!" Cho stopped.
"That's better." Pettigrew crooned. "Just drop your wand and walk to me." Harry glanced quickly at Cho and did as he was told. He dropped his wand and slowly started to walk toward the other wizard. As he did so, Cho slumped to the ground with a groan. Just as Harry was about to walk past her, she rose up on her knees and pointed her wand at Wormtail.
"Petrificus To.." Wormtail finished his attack first
"Impedimenta!" He yelled. Cho's spell changed to a scream as she was blasted right off of her knees and flew backward into the trunk of a tree. Harry barely had time to think as he dove back at his wand. With it firmly in his hand he rolled on to his back and took aim.
"Incarceruos!" Thick heavy ropes appeared out of thin air and wrapped themselves around Pettigrew from shoulders to ankles. Harry scrambled to his feet as his adversary toppled over. He ran over and quickly snatched the wand from Pettigrew's hand. He stood up and pointed his wand at the older man once again. Peter's eyes went wide. "Petrificus Totalis." Harry wasn't taking any chances on Pettigrew getting away this time. Once he was sure that the man wasn't going anywhere he ran to Cho. She was sitting on the ground, leaning against the tree that she had been thrown against. Harry crouched down beside her.
"Cho? Are you alright?" He asked. She slowly lifted her head to look at him. Her face was pale and her eyes bright with pain.
"I don't think so." She whispered. Harry saw a drop of blood form at the corner of her mouth. She brought a shaky hand up toward her chest. Her long hair was fanned out across her front so Harry reached out and gently swept it back over her shoulder. A small branch, about two and a half centimeters in diameter, protruded from the center of her chest.
"Oh my God." Harry said in a horrified whisper. He quickly grasped her hand to keep her from touching the piece of wood. "Don't touch it." He chided her gently. He looked up at the tree trunk and could see where the branch had been attached. It had impaled her and then broke off from her weight. He turned his attention back to Cho. Her breathing seemed labored.
"Cho, I have to go get help." Her grip on his hand tightened. "Hagrid's hut isn't far. I'll go get him and come right back." She had tears streaming down her cheeks.
"I don't think there's time." She gasped out quietly. Harry shook his head vehemently.
"No! You're going to be fine. Don't you give up!" He insisted. Her breathing was worsening. It was rattling in her chest.
"Harry…Please." She said. "The baby… I don't want the baby to die." Harry closed his eyes as a wave of anguish washed over him. She was pregnant. She raised the wand that was still clasped tightly in her hand and pointed it at Harry.
"Accensere femineus as mas ad accipere proles." Harry recognized the words as Latin and got an inkling of their intent when a brief wave of pain flared through his abdomen, making him gasp. 'God' He thought. 'She can't die.' She had closed her eyes and lowered her wand. She was taking shallow gasping breaths. Harry felt tears start to course down his own cheeks as he glanced futily in the direction of Hagrid's hut. He screamed as load as he could.
"Help me! Somebody, Help me!" He looked back down at Cho. "Please." He sobbed out. She reached up and pulled weakly on his arm and he shifted closer to her. She took his hand and placed it over her stomach and then laid her own hand over his stomach as she tightened her grip on her wand again.
"Movere proles." He watched in awe as a tiny ball of light rose from her abdomen and hovered between them for a moment. It then drifted over to him and slowly sank down to disappear into his own stomach. Cho was barely able to breath by the time the spell was finished. Her lips were a dusky purple color and her face was ashen.
"We loved her…" She said as her thumb stroked over his abdomen. "You tell…her that." She looked back up at Harry. He couldn't believe this was happening. "Please Harry." She gasped out. Harry placed his hands over the one she still had against his stomach.
"I will. I promise." He choked out. He pulled her gently into his arms and she rested her head against his chest.
"It doesn't hurt anymore." She whispered, and Harry felt her go limp in his arms. He closed his eyes and pulled her closer as her breathing ceased.
"I'm sorry." He whispered into her hair. "I'm so sorry." When he opened his eyes again his gaze was drawn to Peter Pettigrew. He felt hatred and anger wash over him and had to restraining himself from going over and killing the little man right where he lay. He needed to get him to Dumbledore. Here was physical evidence that Voldemort was back and, Harry realized, that Sirius was innocent. He looked back down at the girl in his arms. He couldn't leave her here alone. He'd have to try and manage them both.