My first fic ever…must be full of lacks…critics??? that's okay…please review…thanks for reading….
(I own nothin' but the plot) I'll try to translate my poem into English next time I have the chance…thanks for reviewing…
Kapankah cinta akan menjadi
manis bagi diriku?
Mungkinkah Nasib akan memberiku
kesempatan untuk merasakannya?
Atau…
Tetapi…
Memang banyak orang yang mengatakan
bahwa cinta itu indah…
Tapi…
Tidak sedikit orang yg akan
mengatakan bahwa cinta itu menyakitkan…
Jika kau menanyakan hal itu
kepadaku…sekarang…
Aku mungkin tidak akan bisa menjawabnya…
Karena…
Kenangan itu terlalu indah untuk
disebut menyakitkan…
Harry woke up, breathing hard, sweat. He feels like his scar had just burned again. No. He then realizes that actually it's his heart, which is burning in pain. He had awoken from the dream. No, it wasn't about Voldemort…but why???. He vaguely remember about his dream, but he is sure that it wasn't Voldemort.
He looked around on his small room in Privet Drive. Looking around in the darkness to find his glasses with his hand, which were on the bedside table, and put in on to focus his sight, half-hoping that it would help him to focus on recalling his dream. He slowly remembers about his dream. The Great Hall…the black drapes…Cedric, but that's not entirely the reason, he remembered…Cho.
Harry then scrambled out of bed. He then open the small window in his room and gazing emptily to the moon, the only natural light from the beauty inmate of the night. But then, a flood of shadowy thick cloud came and tries to hide the source of tender light, just like a girl who shyly hides her face when she realized that there's someone watching at her.
Harry then sighed as he now realize completely on what's bothering him. The pain in his heart is similar with the pain in his heart as he saw Cho cried at the Leaving Feast, about a week ago. He remembers how he felt when his heart squeezed in agony, as he suddenly found out that Cho was crying for Cedric. She must have a special feeling on Cedric…
The thing that was bothering Harry was that he feel it is almost hopeless for him for even thinking of her. What can he do to prevent that? It was because of protecting him that Cedric returned to mother earth before time, and it was so obvious that Cho care about Cedric. Now, Harry doesn't even has the guts to think on what he will have to do if he is bounded to meet her again one day.
Harry's thought about him drowning in the swamp of guilty, without having a chance for him to receive a hand of forgiveness from Cho to help him out of the mess, is torturing him.
He tried to get back to sleep, but his effort is to no avail. His effort to forget about his problems bring no result, except to create a tear which refract the weak rays of light from the moon with its tender lights, hardly penetrating from behind the clouds, more like a mother's eye who pity him but not able to comfort her child.
And not long after that, the sky gives a sympathetic cry.