Oliver Wood ran out of the House. The moment he stepped outside, the house seemed to shimmer. And that it vanished. The only sound that he heard was a cry of agony from the inside of the house.

Oliver didn't have much strength left, but he kept running. He needed to get Cho Chang to the hospital this instant or she would die from too much bleeding. She couldn't die. He wouldn't let her die. Not like that. He loved her too much.

He was jolted away from his thoughts when Cho Chang coughed some more blood onto him.

"Oli--ver. . ."

"Shh, Cho. Don't say anything. Save up your strength, keep breathing," he whispered.

And then he tripped.

He tripped, sprawling all over the floor, and Cho Chang fell from his arms.

Damn.

But Oliver couldn't get up anymore. He was too tired, and he had sprained his ankle. Cho Chang was dying. He struggled to his feet, trying to ignore the sharp pain in his right ankle. He fell again. If he couldn't stand anymore, how was he going to run?

He wasn't going to watch the girl he loved bleed to death right in front of him. But did he have a choice?

" 'Love you, Oliver," came the whisper

**

Cho had felt Oliver lift her off her feet as he ran out of the House. He had held her close to him, and was rushing her to the hospital. But Cho knew. She knew she was dying.

"Oli--ver. . ." she had started. She wanted to tell Oliver that she loved him. She wanted to let Oliver know, before she died, that she was happy that he stepped into her life somehow, although he was a little late.

He had told her not to say anything but to concentrate on breathing. She had wanted to tell him everything before she ran out of breath. But then he had suddenly tripped and Cho Chang had fell from his arms. She watched him trying to struggle to his feet. She saw his agony. How were they even going to get out of this mess?

" 'Love you, Oliver," she had said, with the little strength she had. And then the whole world blacked out and she felt no more.

**

"CHO! No! Wake up! You can't. . .you can't just leave me behind like that. GET UP, CHO!"

He crawled up to her and he tried to shake her awake. But she wouldn't get up.

Harry Potter and Hannah Abbot suddenly appeared.

"What's wrong with her?" Harry asked, face turning pale.

"She wouldn't get up, Harry. She won't get up. She's not all right. She won't get up," Oliver said, in shock. "Get her to Hogwarts, Harry. Quick. Please. Do whatever you can."

Oliver Wood watched as Harry Potter stuck out his right arm at the main road, as if hailing a cab, and then picked Cho Chang up in his arms. A giant purple Triple-decker bus appeared out of nowhere.

"Hannah, help Oliver up," he said.

A young man stepped out of the bus.

"Oh my gosh, she's bleedin'! Ern, she's bleedin'!"

"Yes. And get us to Hogwarts, quick. Pull the young man onto the bus as well," said Harry hurriedly.

**

Time was running out. Cho Chang didn't seem to wake up. It looked like she was never going to wake up. Harry felt for the pulse on her neck. Fortunately, it was still there. It was faint, but still there. But she wasn't breathing. Harry had no idea what had happened, all he knew was that he had to get her to Madam Pomfrey. Her heart was still beating though. That was rather fortunate. Harry kept his fingers on her neck, just in case her heart stopped. Oliver Wood was lying on the chair behind him, worry filling those tired brown eyes. They arrived at Hogwarts, finally.

"She'll be okay, Wood. Her heart is still beating. At least," he told the worried Keeper.

Harry had spoken too soon.

Cho Chang's pulse faded. . . and disappeared.