Harry dashed out of the Knight bus and straight towards the hospital wing,
without a word. Her pulse. . .no. . .it must've been him hallucinating.
"MADAM POMFREY HER PULSE. . .!!" he shouted in panic and shock.
"What?" Madam Pomfrey looked at Harry, and at Cho in his arms. "Oh dear. Oh dear."
"Can you save her?" he asked, lying her onto the bed.
"I'll try," said the matron.
**
Harry had just dashed out of the bus like that, without a word. . .did something happen to Cho? Oliver Wood thought to himself. No. . .Cho. He ran out of the Knight Bus, his ankle still hurting. The corridors were empty because everyone was still on their Muggle trip. Limping, he ran straight to the hospital wing.
Harry Potter was waiting outside. He was crying. The boy. . .one of the bravest in Hogwarts. . . he was crying.
"Harry! WHAT HAPPENED?!"
"Her pulse stopped, Wood. I don't know what's going to happen. I don't want her to die," Harry said, trying to wipe his tears away.
This was too much for Oliver. "Damn. It was my fault. MY FAULT. She wouldn't have died because I should've been the one to die!"
He collapsed, tiredness and sadness overwhelming him.
**
Oliver Wood blinked. Where was he? The whole place was such a blur.
He blinked again. Lights. And the whole place was white. The hospital wing! Cho! Where was she?
He got up, ignoring the ache in his body. Lying on the next bed was Cho Chang.
She was breathing.
Thank God! thought Oliver Wood. A sharp searing pain in his arm caused him to wince in pain. There was a piece of bandage around his arm. And then he remembered that he had been hit by the spell there. He wondered if he would be able to play Quidditch again, with that pain in his arm. But now, Quidditch was not his first concern. It was the girl lying on the next bed. The beautiful seeker would now have a scar on her back. And it was all his fault. It was fortunate that she didn't die. If she did, Oliver didn't know how he was going to continue living his life as if nothing happened. He didn't know how he'd be able to forget her, and how she had died because of him.
But now, she was alive.
"Young Wood, I see that you're awake," said a voice.
"Professor Dumbledore," Oliver said, when he saw who it was.
"Well. Would you mind telling me what happened?" the headmaster said kindly.
And so Oliver began his story about the House, and the ghost, and how they tried to escape, and how Cho almost died because of him. The headmaster listened, nodding his head at times to show that he was listening.
"And so, Professor. It was actually my fault. She wouldn't have been in this state if it weren't for me," ended Oliver.
"Well, Oliver. . .it's not your fault, I must say. It is strange how willing she is to sacrifice herself for you only after knowing you better for a few days. Her devotion for you must be most. . .strong," said Professor Dumbledore, smiling.
Oliver turned red. "Actually sir, she is a very special girl." And then, aware of what he said, hurriedly added in, "Sir, when is she going to wake up?"
"Not anytime soon, Wood. She still needs her rest. And so do you. Go back to sleep, do not worry about her. She is in safe hands," responded the Headmaster.
Oliver nodded. When Professor Dumbledore left, he looked at Cho Chang. She was still beautiful, no matter what happened. She would always be beautiful.
**
"It is now time to announce which pair had the most fun in their trip," said Professor Dumbledore to the entire student population in the Great Hall.
Oliver Wood looked at Cho Chang, who was sitting at the Ravenclaw table. She looked back, and smiled.
"One from each pair would come out, and the Sorting Hat would be put onto your head. Now, sit in your pairs, regardless of house." Professor Dumbledore said, his eyes twinkling.
There was a mass shuffle in the Great Hall. Cho Chang walked over to the Gryffindor table. Oliver's ankle wasn't any better yet. She sat beside him, and held his hand.
"I don't think we're going to win, but anyway, I had the greatest time of my life there," she said, and kissed him on the cheek.
"Me too, Cho. Me too," came the response.
One by one, students went to the Sorting Hat. And then it was Oliver's turn. He limped slowly towards the Hat and put it on.
"Well, well," the Hat muttered. "Looks like you had the most exciting adventure there. And oh yes, there's a new found love, and I can see lots of things have happened. Okay. I'm done. You can go back to your seat."
Everyone had already tried on the Sorting Hat, and now was the time the results were announced.
"The winners of the trip are. . .Ron Weasley and Penelope Clearwater!"
There were cheers from the Gryffindors and Ravenclaws. Ron hugged Penelope. Oliver caught Percy scowling slightly. He laughed.
"Oh well," said Cho. "It's still Gryffindor and Ravenclaw." She winked.
-The End-
"MADAM POMFREY HER PULSE. . .!!" he shouted in panic and shock.
"What?" Madam Pomfrey looked at Harry, and at Cho in his arms. "Oh dear. Oh dear."
"Can you save her?" he asked, lying her onto the bed.
"I'll try," said the matron.
**
Harry had just dashed out of the bus like that, without a word. . .did something happen to Cho? Oliver Wood thought to himself. No. . .Cho. He ran out of the Knight Bus, his ankle still hurting. The corridors were empty because everyone was still on their Muggle trip. Limping, he ran straight to the hospital wing.
Harry Potter was waiting outside. He was crying. The boy. . .one of the bravest in Hogwarts. . . he was crying.
"Harry! WHAT HAPPENED?!"
"Her pulse stopped, Wood. I don't know what's going to happen. I don't want her to die," Harry said, trying to wipe his tears away.
This was too much for Oliver. "Damn. It was my fault. MY FAULT. She wouldn't have died because I should've been the one to die!"
He collapsed, tiredness and sadness overwhelming him.
**
Oliver Wood blinked. Where was he? The whole place was such a blur.
He blinked again. Lights. And the whole place was white. The hospital wing! Cho! Where was she?
He got up, ignoring the ache in his body. Lying on the next bed was Cho Chang.
She was breathing.
Thank God! thought Oliver Wood. A sharp searing pain in his arm caused him to wince in pain. There was a piece of bandage around his arm. And then he remembered that he had been hit by the spell there. He wondered if he would be able to play Quidditch again, with that pain in his arm. But now, Quidditch was not his first concern. It was the girl lying on the next bed. The beautiful seeker would now have a scar on her back. And it was all his fault. It was fortunate that she didn't die. If she did, Oliver didn't know how he was going to continue living his life as if nothing happened. He didn't know how he'd be able to forget her, and how she had died because of him.
But now, she was alive.
"Young Wood, I see that you're awake," said a voice.
"Professor Dumbledore," Oliver said, when he saw who it was.
"Well. Would you mind telling me what happened?" the headmaster said kindly.
And so Oliver began his story about the House, and the ghost, and how they tried to escape, and how Cho almost died because of him. The headmaster listened, nodding his head at times to show that he was listening.
"And so, Professor. It was actually my fault. She wouldn't have been in this state if it weren't for me," ended Oliver.
"Well, Oliver. . .it's not your fault, I must say. It is strange how willing she is to sacrifice herself for you only after knowing you better for a few days. Her devotion for you must be most. . .strong," said Professor Dumbledore, smiling.
Oliver turned red. "Actually sir, she is a very special girl." And then, aware of what he said, hurriedly added in, "Sir, when is she going to wake up?"
"Not anytime soon, Wood. She still needs her rest. And so do you. Go back to sleep, do not worry about her. She is in safe hands," responded the Headmaster.
Oliver nodded. When Professor Dumbledore left, he looked at Cho Chang. She was still beautiful, no matter what happened. She would always be beautiful.
**
"It is now time to announce which pair had the most fun in their trip," said Professor Dumbledore to the entire student population in the Great Hall.
Oliver Wood looked at Cho Chang, who was sitting at the Ravenclaw table. She looked back, and smiled.
"One from each pair would come out, and the Sorting Hat would be put onto your head. Now, sit in your pairs, regardless of house." Professor Dumbledore said, his eyes twinkling.
There was a mass shuffle in the Great Hall. Cho Chang walked over to the Gryffindor table. Oliver's ankle wasn't any better yet. She sat beside him, and held his hand.
"I don't think we're going to win, but anyway, I had the greatest time of my life there," she said, and kissed him on the cheek.
"Me too, Cho. Me too," came the response.
One by one, students went to the Sorting Hat. And then it was Oliver's turn. He limped slowly towards the Hat and put it on.
"Well, well," the Hat muttered. "Looks like you had the most exciting adventure there. And oh yes, there's a new found love, and I can see lots of things have happened. Okay. I'm done. You can go back to your seat."
Everyone had already tried on the Sorting Hat, and now was the time the results were announced.
"The winners of the trip are. . .Ron Weasley and Penelope Clearwater!"
There were cheers from the Gryffindors and Ravenclaws. Ron hugged Penelope. Oliver caught Percy scowling slightly. He laughed.
"Oh well," said Cho. "It's still Gryffindor and Ravenclaw." She winked.
-The End-
