Cho opened her eyes. Where am I? she thought to herself. The last thing she remembered was walking up the stairs together with Oliver, and then the stair she was standing on gave way. She had felt a pain on the back of her head before everything went black. Now . . . she didn't know where she was. She was quite sure she was still in the Fawnings House. She tried to stand up, and discovered the pain on the back of her head was still there. She stood up, despite the pain. Which part of the House was she in? And where was Oliver? She looked around. He definitely wasn't in the same room as she was.

"I hope he didn't run off. He's in Gryffindor!" she muttered to herself.

She spotted a door. Hmmm.

**

Oliver opened the door. He looked outside. All he saw was a corridor, and a flight of steps leading down. Damn. He didn't know which part of the house he was in! How was he even going to find Cho like this? The Fawnings House was extremely big, almost rivalling Hogwarts in size. He was never going to find his way out, the way the house was twisting and changing. It was difficult for him to even stay in one place for a few minutes. Every time he was in one place, it would change a few minutes later. Hmm. Nothing was changing at the moment. Maybe this was the time to start searching for Cho properly. He walked down the long winding staircase.

**

"Cho Chang."

Cho turned. Something . . . or someone was calling her name. It definitely wasn't Oliver's voice. She was sure of it.

"Cho Chang."

Who, or what, was that?

"It has been long, Cho Chang."

She turned again, her heart pounding. A boy was standing behind her. A fading, ghostly boy.

"Who are you? And what do you want?" she said, trying to ignore her fear.

"Cho, I've missed you. I've missed you so much," he said, reaching forward to touch her face.

Cho backed away. "What do you want?" she said, her voice almost turning into a shriek of fright.

"Don't you remember me, Cho?" said the pale, ghostly boy.

"I've never known you, I'm sure of it," Cho Chang said firmly.

"You've grown more beautiful, Cho. I've watched you. I know you. You used to play outside this house, and I've always watched you. I've tried often to get you to come in, but you had a strong will. You resisted my power. And now, you're finally inside. You could not fight me. I knew it. I knew that all I had to do was wait. . . wait for you to come back. And you have come back. To me," he said, smiling a pale, ghostly smile. It was a simple looking smile, but it looked frightening on the boy's obsessed, white face.

"What do you want? Don't touch me!" she shouted.

"I want you to stay here with me, Cho. Forever," the boy grinned. He reached out and grabbed Cho.

A scream pierced through the silent house.

**

That scream! That voice! It was Cho's! Oliver looked around frantically.

"Cho! Where are you?!" he shouted. It was agonizing.

Another scream pierced the quiet air.

"CHO!"

Oliver ran down towards the sound of her scream. The house twisted and turned and Oliver found himself in a brand new room.

"DAMN IT! STOP CHANGING ROOMS!" Oliver said, frustrated. Very very frustrated.

He opened the door and ran down the corridor. He came to the staircase. It looked like the same one. In fact, Oliver already couldn't care less if it was the same one. All he wanted to do was to get downstairs so he could track where the sound of her voice had been. All he needed to do now was to find out which part of the house he was in, and this was almost impossible.

"Argh!!!!" he cried out in frustration.

"OLIVER!" came the scream.

Cho was calling out to him! He needed to find her! Someone, or something was hurting her! He needed to find her. He needed to find her right now.

But he had no idea how.