It's Not
writen by aeyta
note: the notes are at the end
+++ debut
Harry Potter stood in the quidditch field, it was dark out and he was supposed to be in bed by now, yet he did not care a bit. He stood there, shoulders slumped and eyeing the sky with great interest. The quidditch field reminded him of Cedric Diggory, and how it was his fault.
The field reminded him of Cedric Diggory, it had been his fault that he had died, hadn't it? Of course it had, there was no other explanation.
Right here, in the quidditch field, he could drown in his own faults without all the self-pity others gave him. It was his fault, he knew it. His face grew darker at the thought of others talking about him and how it was his fault, they all knew it was his fault, they all were just pitying him.
Well I don't need their pity, Harry thought darkly. A very sudden, selfish thought entered Harry's mind, he wished he had died instead of Diggory. That would show them, then it would be Cedric's fault.
Almost immediately, Harry took back the thought. It was his fault... if only...
"Harry," the single word from a beautiful voice broke his thoughts. Harry turned around and there she was. Her short, sable hair hung around her face and her dark eyes glinted in the darkness. She was just another person to pity him. He didn't need this.
"it's not." Harry was almost amused at how right his perception was, he didn't need her pity. He didn't need anyone's selfpity.
"What do you know?" Harry said, his anger was already rising.
She shook her head, "It's not your fault Harry. And I don't pity you."
"What do you want?" Harry asked, wishing that she would leave.
"Nothing, I came here to think about Cedric to find you."
Harry almost choked, of course.
"I'm still fifteen Harry, I don't know much about love but I do know that I loved Cedric very much," Cho said almost wistfully.
Why the hell was she telling him this? "I hope you know you're just making me feel more guilty," Harry muttered.
"But it's not your fault Harry. If I blame anybody, it's you-know-who, but I try not to blame anybody."
"Voldemort," Harry said testily. "I don't understand why you people keep insisting on you-know-who, it's VOLDEMORT!"
Cho did not look shocked at all. "I'll say it if you say it's not your fault," she smiled and hopped onto a bench, she stood, balancing herself before walking around the bench.
Harry studied her face for a while, "Fine. It's not my fault."
"Voldemort is who I blame."
Harry smiled, "About Cedric, did you guys really love each other?"
Cho nodded distantly, "But he's the past now."
Harry looked up at her, could she be..? "Wouldyouliketogooutsometimethen?"
Cho looked down at him, "Harry..." she started. "I'm still healing."
Harry blushed crimson, "I'msosorry--"
"But I'd love to owl you sometime in the summer."
Harry smiled at her, "Yeah, I think I'd like that."
+++ fin
+note : this is short, i know. i was bored, the idea popped in my head last night and i wanted to write it. i dont exactly support cho/harry but i dont abhor it either.
writen by aeyta
note: the notes are at the end
+++ debut
Harry Potter stood in the quidditch field, it was dark out and he was supposed to be in bed by now, yet he did not care a bit. He stood there, shoulders slumped and eyeing the sky with great interest. The quidditch field reminded him of Cedric Diggory, and how it was his fault.
The field reminded him of Cedric Diggory, it had been his fault that he had died, hadn't it? Of course it had, there was no other explanation.
Right here, in the quidditch field, he could drown in his own faults without all the self-pity others gave him. It was his fault, he knew it. His face grew darker at the thought of others talking about him and how it was his fault, they all knew it was his fault, they all were just pitying him.
Well I don't need their pity, Harry thought darkly. A very sudden, selfish thought entered Harry's mind, he wished he had died instead of Diggory. That would show them, then it would be Cedric's fault.
Almost immediately, Harry took back the thought. It was his fault... if only...
"Harry," the single word from a beautiful voice broke his thoughts. Harry turned around and there she was. Her short, sable hair hung around her face and her dark eyes glinted in the darkness. She was just another person to pity him. He didn't need this.
"it's not." Harry was almost amused at how right his perception was, he didn't need her pity. He didn't need anyone's selfpity.
"What do you know?" Harry said, his anger was already rising.
She shook her head, "It's not your fault Harry. And I don't pity you."
"What do you want?" Harry asked, wishing that she would leave.
"Nothing, I came here to think about Cedric to find you."
Harry almost choked, of course.
"I'm still fifteen Harry, I don't know much about love but I do know that I loved Cedric very much," Cho said almost wistfully.
Why the hell was she telling him this? "I hope you know you're just making me feel more guilty," Harry muttered.
"But it's not your fault Harry. If I blame anybody, it's you-know-who, but I try not to blame anybody."
"Voldemort," Harry said testily. "I don't understand why you people keep insisting on you-know-who, it's VOLDEMORT!"
Cho did not look shocked at all. "I'll say it if you say it's not your fault," she smiled and hopped onto a bench, she stood, balancing herself before walking around the bench.
Harry studied her face for a while, "Fine. It's not my fault."
"Voldemort is who I blame."
Harry smiled, "About Cedric, did you guys really love each other?"
Cho nodded distantly, "But he's the past now."
Harry looked up at her, could she be..? "Wouldyouliketogooutsometimethen?"
Cho looked down at him, "Harry..." she started. "I'm still healing."
Harry blushed crimson, "I'msosorry--"
"But I'd love to owl you sometime in the summer."
Harry smiled at her, "Yeah, I think I'd like that."
+++ fin
+note : this is short, i know. i was bored, the idea popped in my head last night and i wanted to write it. i dont exactly support cho/harry but i dont abhor it either.