NaNoWriMo is National Novel Writing Month. A fanfiction is not a novel and writing three separate stories in one-shots is not a novel, either. But, it's up to me and this is what I want to do. I hope this keeps my creative juices flowing all month. I am working on three stories and since I don't do Sundays or Thanksgiving that should be eight one-shots each with one getting an extra, if all goes well. Good luck to me! Check out my profile for a more detailed explanation.

Cho Chang and the Best Dreams She Ever Had

In her nice comfortable four poster bed in Ravenclaw, Cho Chang slid beneath the sheets and covers welcoming the warm invitation of sleep. Every night for the past week or so she'd been having these amazing dreams. She couldn't wait to see what tonight held in store for her.

"Cho…" a dreamy voice called out.

I look around and see nothing but stark white expansion. There is nothing as far as my eye can see.

"Cho…" the voice continued.

"Yes?" I feel a hand on my shoulder.

"Cho?"

"Cedric!" I turn around to see the first boy I ever loved.

"I've been waiting so long to do this." He bends down and kisses my lips passionately. Oh, how I missed that.

"What? How?" I stumble over my words.

"This," Cedric waved his arm to indicate to the room forming around us, "is your dream."

"So, it's not real?" I ran my hand over his smooth face.

"What makes you think this is not real?" He reaches for my arm and then kisses me again.

"You said…so, it is?"

"I am here and so are you. That is enough."

I remember the last time I saw Cedric alive. He was entering the maze for the final event in the Triwizard Tournament. The most qualified boy in our school over the age of 17 was Cedric Diggory. I was so proud of him. He was so brave and smart and loyal. And now, he's…

"Wait, you're dead. Does that mean I am, too?"

"In a sense. You are dying."

"Dying? Why?"

"Because I need you here with me."

"Am I dying in real life or just this dream?"

Cedric leads me to a brown couch that has materialized in the room. We sit down.

"If you die here you die in the real world."

Cedric reaches for my hands and I let him take them. Do I want to die? If I die I get to spend eternity with Cedric, my first true love. If I live I get to spend my life with Harry Potter, my current boyfriend, grow old, have a family, and have a life. But, lately, Harry has been so distant and life isn't so great. You-Know-Who is back. He's the one who killed my Cedric. We're in a terrible war that has only just begun. Maybe dying isn't such a bad option.

"I love you, Cho Chang." Cedric looked deep into my eyes. "I want to spend my eternity with you."

"Are you asking me to marry you?"

"Well, there is no marriage in the afterlife. But, if you die, we will be together forever."

If I die. If I die.

"I have a choice?"

"In a sense, yes. If you wake up you didn't die. If you choose not to wake up you are dead."

Dead. Dead. That sounds so final.

"Does it hurt?" I ask.

"I don't know. I died in the real world where it did hurt. I've not experienced this kind of death."

"I'm sorry."

"It's not your fault. You didn't kill me."

I missed Cedric so much, even though I am dating Harry. Spending time with him, even in a situation like this, was a blessing. I could handle dying to be with him forever.

Cho's eyes popped open revealing the darkness of her dormitory. One of her roommates was snoring up a storm. Was it real? Could she have died and spent eternity with Cedric? She decided to close her eyes, go to sleep, and see if she could relive that dream.

"Stop! Stop!" I yell. "You're…you're…" I lost the energy to continue. My wand lay far enough away I could not reach it even with the very tips of my fingers. It didn't matter since my right arm was bleeding more than I'd ever seen. I'm going to die. I'm going to die in this dream and Cedric's not here for me to spend eternity with.

"Cho!" A familiar voice shouts.

"Cedric?" I exclaim.

"Cedric? Really?"

I lift my head just enough to see the boy shouting that is none other than Harry Potter. A red light shoots out of his wand. I cannot lift my head high enough to see where it went.

"Don't you die on me!" Harry shouts running past me.

My heart swells with happiness. Harry is fighting to save me. I try to smile but the pain in my face is too much. I wish I knew what was wrong with it. My arm is bleeding out, but I don't know what is wrong with my face.

"Don't worry, you're still beautiful!" Harry calls out from a distance.

Now, that sounds sort of like a compliment, but the first part "don't worry?" What does that mean? Is there something really wrong with my face? Isn't this supposed to be one of the best dreams I ever had?

A moment later I feel someone lift me off the ground.

"Harry?"

"You're going to be okay."

"I'm not dying?" I try opening my eyes but I can't. "I can't see. I can't get my eyes open."

"Calm down. Everything's going to be okay."

I put my arms around his neck.

"Cho, I love you."

"I love you, Harry." I feel his lips on mine and my eyes pop open. "You did it! I can see! I can see you!" What a sight it is. Harry didn't look too worse for wear. He had a few scrapes on his face. His always disheveled hair was, for a lack of a better word, disheveled. His robes were torn. But, he was still cute—to me.

"I'm going to miss you."

"Miss me? Where am I going?"

"Going? Cho, you're dying."

"Dying?" Again?

"I killed the guy who cast the spell on you, but I can't save you."

"You put your life at risk for me?"

"I did. I'd do it again if I had to."

"Thank you, Harry. That's the sweetest thing anyone's ever said to me."

I stared into his green eyes. A most remarkable green they were. He describes them as emerald but I think they're more magical than that.

"I can be a very romantic guy," Harry said.

Hold up! Harry Potter may be many things but romantic? No way. He's very awkward around girls, even me and I'm his girlfriend. OK, especially me.

"Um, Harry, are you real or just a manifestation of my imagination?"

"Why would you say that? Would you love me any less if I was?"

"No!" Cho shot up in bed when she realized her dream was over. Taking a deep breath she laid back down and tried going back to sleep. Her roommate was still snoring and another was now talking in her sleep. She was singing the school song like it was a Weird Sisters tune.

"Grandma, do that thing where you make the keys levitate!"

I look at the little boy standing next to my bed. He's a great mixture of British and Chinese, too cute.

"Don't bother Grandma. She's sick."

I look at the guy talking. He looks a lot like the kid but his skin is tanner. He must be my son and that kid must be my grandson. Aw. Wait, I'm sick? Darn it. Am I dying in this dream, too?

"It's all right. I don't mind showing him again."

I grope for my wand sitting on the bed side table and perform the levitation charm on a set of keys also sitting on the bed side table. The boy squeals in delight.

"I wish I was a wizard," the boy said.

Muggle? He better be Muggle. I don't want a Squib grandson, not to sound prejudice or anything. I just wouldn't be able to face my friends if an offspring of mine was a Squib.

"Maybe you are," my son said. "I hear it's possible for the gene to reappear later down the family tree."

Reappear? Did I marry a Muggle and have Muggle kids? It's more common for Muggles and Witches to produce magical children rather than the other way around. Wait, wait, wait. If a witch or wizard produces a non-magical kid that kid is a Squib, no matter if one of the parents is a Muggle or not. I did have a Squib.

It doesn't matter. I love my family no matter what. Muggle or magical. They're mine. And I love them. I just wish I knew their names.

"Don't worry, Grandma," the little boy whispers, "I won't tell anyone you're a witch." He runs out of the room leaving me with my son.

"He's a cute kid," I tell him.

"Thank you. He is your favorite. It helps he's your only one."

"Only one grandson?"

"Only one grandchild, Mum."

My son grabs hold of my right hand and tears form in his eyes.

"I don't know what to say," he begins. "I'm going to miss you."

"Don't miss me. Just remember all the wonderful times we had together, Son."

"I love you, Mum. You're the best mum in the whole world. No one can replace you. You're the best gran to Tommy. Better than his other Gran, don't tell Julie."

File that away in my memory. Tommy is my grandson and Julie is my daughter-in-law. It would help now if my son would just say his name. I don't want to ask him. I don't want him to know I have forgotten.

"I see that look on your face, Mum. It's your son, Chris."

OK, so he knows about my memory. My son is Chris. My grandson is Julie and my daughter is Tommy. No, wait that's not right. Okay, my son is Chris, my other son is Julie, and my sister is Tommy? No, my sister is Tammy. No, I don't have a sister.

"Mum, it's okay if you don't remember." I know by the look on his face that isn't true. "Just stay here with me as long as you can."

"I'll try," I say bringing on a coughing fit. "I don't know how long I'll make it."

"Is there anything I can get you to make you more comfortable?"

"No, I'm good."

"I can fluff your pillow, get you a glass of water, anything you need."

"Just stay here. I," I cough, "I want you by my side. Little Anthony, too."

"Anthony?" His eyes widen. "Oh, you mean Tommy. Mom, is it—is it time?"

I nod.

"Do you really think Tommy should be here to see this?"

I nod.

"Well, I'm his father and I'm not sure I want him to witness this."

"You're going to deny your mother her," I cough and try to take a breath of air but it's becoming harder and harder."

"Mom?" My son whose name I had already forgotten looked at me anxiously. "OK, OK, I'll get him. Just…wait.." he left the room and returned with both my grandson and daughter-in-law.

Cho sat up with a start gasping for air. She wasn't going to let herself die in a dream. What if what Cedric told her was correct? She was happy to see herself with a loving family, but she didn't want to die without getting to actually experience all that stuff.

"Good morning, Cho, are you all right?" one of her roommates asked her.

"Just a very visual dream," she replied.

Prompt found on the Harry Potter Fanfiction Prompts tumblr.