"OLIVER!"

"Who is this 'Oliver'? Is he your. . . boyfriend?" said the boy, his face suddenly turning paler, if that was possible at all.

"Oliver . . . Oliver will save me, I'm sure of it," said Cho, glaring the ghost in the eye. "He won't let you get away with this."

The ghost had tied Cho Chang up in a chair. She couldn't move now. He reached out and stroked her face. His hand felt horribly damp and cold.

"Even if he wants to get me, he won't know how. My house is full of enchantments. Every time he wants to get to one place it will twist and turn and place him in another. It is impossible for him to find you. Give it up, Cho Chang. It seems like your boyfriend will be trapped forever in this house, just like you are going to be." The ghost laughed. It was a horrible sound.

Cho was angry, but she decided to find out more about the ghostly boy first.

"So tell me, who are you? And why are you here? And WHY ARE YOU KEEPING ME HERE?!" she said, unable to control her emotions at the last phrase.

"I am Joe Fawnings. I used to live here. Until my father killed me," he said. His eyes suddenly lost their obsessed glow and became filled with sadness.

"What? Your FATHER killed you? Why?" Cho suddenly pitied him, although she knew there was no point in pitying a ghost that was probably going to keep her here until she died.

"He was a follower of Lord Voldemort. Somehow Lord Voldemort had ordered him to kill me. And he did. He never loved me anyway. I guess I was better off dead. I have stayed here since then, haunting this house, and watching the people go by. Nobody dared to stay in here, because my father had bewitched the place, causing it to turn into a sort of magical maze. The rooms would change their positions any minute, and anyone standing in this house would have found himself being moved from one room to another. It is impossible for anyone to get out, once he has come in. Which is what is happening to. . .Oliver now," he grinned his ghostly grin.

Cho scowled. She wished she had her wand with her so she could zap the ghost away. But she had left her wand at Hogwarts. If she had her wand here. . . that ghost would experience death all over again.

"But," he continued. "One day, I saw this girl playing outside this house. She caught my attention because she was bright and beautiful. She was like a bright ray of sunshine, a fresh breath of air. Her hair was long and brown and her laughter was like the song of birds. She had beautiful brown eyes that were so intense and shiny. Yes Cho Chang, that girl was you. I decided immediately that I wanted you here with me. It wouldn't be so lonely with you in here. You would brighten up my dark days, Cho Chang. I've tried many times to pull you in with my magical powers, but you resisted all of them. Your will was strong. I couldn't get you into the house, and I couldn't go outside to get you. It hurt to know that something so near was so far. And then you moved away. You went to Hogwarts, I heard. It cut me deep. I missed you. I thought of you, until I almost went mad. I realised that I was never going to get you again. Or at least I thought so. And then you came back all of a sudden, and for the first time, you stepped into my house. Your first step in here was already the sign that you were going to be mine forever." He laughed. He ran his cold, damp fingers through her long hair.

Cho Chang bit her lip. Where was Oliver?! Had he met with some terrible fate? Oh yes, she suddenly remembered, he was trapped in the ever-changing house.

**

"Damn!" said Oliver, as the rooms changed again. He was never going to find Cho like that. Never. If only he could find the front door. That would be near the staircase Cho Chang fell into. But how? He couldn't even get out of the bloody rooms! Oliver was frustrated, angry, upset. If he looked into the Mirror Of Erised now he would definitely have seen himself finding Cho. That was the thing he desired most now. That was the thing he wanted most.

The rooms shifted and changed again. Oliver felt like giving up. He sat down on the changing floors and buried his face in his hands. Frustration and sadness built up. As a Keeper, he had saved so many Quaffles. He had stopped so many people from scoring. But now, he couldn't even save the girl he loved most. He couldn't even stop harm from coming to her.

Suddenly he got up. Damn! He wasn't even trying! He had to try to find her, he didn't care how long it took.

"Now Oliver, think. How will you get to the front door? The only way you'll get to the front door is if you get out of the house and go in again, I expect. And how are you going to get out of the house? If there's no door. . . Yes, the only way to get out is. . . through the WINDOW! Damn! Why didn't I think of that sooner?!" he said to himself. He could have kicked himself. Through the WINDOW! That was so obvious! He looked out the window. It was also another good way of knowing where he was, he discovered. He could see the difference on the outside. Fortunately, Oliver was currently on a second floor room. Without hesitation he jumped out.

He had landed almost right in front of the front door. He was going to have to move fast if he wanted to get down the hole in the stairs without getting into the trap of the shifting rooms again.

In fact, he had to move VERY fast.