Chapter 1: Last Days of Summer
No it wasn't getting to his head. Harry Potter wasn't full of pride. He wasn't cocky; it was just that he was tired of being everyone's golden boy.
It was another summer at the Weasley's. And yet again Mrs. Weasley was telling another animated tale to the Mrs. Armdeen (the next door neighbor) of how the absolutely, fantastic, stupendous Harry Potter, had managed to squirm away from the wrath of Lord Voldemort. It was very flattering, really, but after a few times told over, enough was enough.
Harry gazed out the window of his room. They had installed a new one, using magic and shifting things around. Everything around them was a blue. The sheets, curtains, walls, were all shockingly blue. Harry was spending another summer at the Weasely's because of a new diet regimen Mr. And Mrs. Dursley were trying. Believing that Harry was a bad influence to Dudley's food habits. Of course this was just another idea to get Harry out of their home. Harry wasn't fat at all. Always been skinny for his age, but through the years Harry's appearance had been changing noticeably. Taller now, about 6 feet. However still quite skinny, he had begun to develop a physique. After all there was that old motto " Quidditch does the body good." But still had his fathers messy jet black hair, still had his mothers emerald green eyes.
And now beginning to grow tired.
Tired of his wholesome reputation. To be "The Boy Who Lived." According to Malfoy, " the Headmaster's pet". Sure Harry managed to escape Voldemort a couple of times, all being very difficult. But that did not make him some perfect child. A perfect child who needed extra special care because some stupid Dark Lord was after him.
He wanted to be rebellious. To defy everything everyone thought about him. He wasn't planning to be all chummy with death eaters, he just wanted for one day to be not noticed. For one day, to go around with no one staring at his forehead, for everyone just to treat him like everyone else.
Maybe it was a curse. Not a curse caused by a wizard or witch. But his own personal curse, one he would have to wrestle with for the rest of his life. No one could truly understand this. Harry knew Ron didn't like listening to Harry's problems. Ron would just explode with comments of how Harry should be thankful for what he's got, and be thankful how everyone paid close attention to him. Hermoine wouldn't understand. She was to busy with her books and studies.
Maybe he was just doomed to be "The Boy Who Lived" for the rest of eternity.
Harry flopped back on his bed, knocking his glasses askew. He thought about the events from his fourth year. The Triwizard Tournament. The Yule Ball. Facing off with Voldemort once again. And of course, Cedric's death.
Cedric's death affected everyone. The Hufflepuffs were greatly saddened by it. Everyone seemed to love Cedric's easygoing nature. And Cho seemed to love him.
Harry thought about Cho most of the time. But then again, who couldn't think about her? Cho was down right stunning, with her silky dark hair, creamy fair skin, lovely Asian features. Probably every guy in Hogwwarts dreamed about her and her beauty. Harry had feelings for Cho, but he wasn't in love with her. She was just pure eye candy to the crowd. A sad but true fact. Probably the only person who was ever in love with her was Cedric. Harry had a secret wish that he knew what was it about Cho that made Cedric love her so much. Cho obviously loved him too; the way she looked at the last feast of the school year, tears rolling down her cheeks.
"Harry!" Harry's thoughts were interrupted by Ron, who just happened to run into the room. " Harry where have you been all day? Sitting in this hot stuffy room? C'mon! George, Fred, and I are starting some sort of four man Quidditch in the yard. C'mon join us!"
" Four man Quidditch?" Harry smiled. " is it possible to play Quidditch with only four people?"
" Ah well you know with Fred and George, anything is possible." Ron commented, as he began to pull Harry out the door.
"Maybe no one would understand my own personal curse," Harry thought, as grabbed his Firebolt, "but at least everyone can understand Quidditch."
If there was such a more important thing to Harry, it was Quidditch. Harry thought he would go berserk if there was no Quidditch. It took his mind of things, and helped him relax.
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"Cedric.." Cho murmured as she sank into his powerful arms. Cedric was best at that, holding her close, like he was protecting her from everything she feared. Cedric lowered his head and planted a kiss on her forehead.
" I love you Cho."
Those four simple words. That was all it took for Cho for her heart to stop beating; for her to fall in love with him. She hugged him tighter, wished that this moment would just freeze it self, so she could keep it forever. They were standing outside, snow falling all around them.
Cho couldn't ever let him go. She didn't want to move one inch. Just wanted to stay here close to him. But when Cho began to lean her head against his shoulder, she knew something was wrong.
" Cedric?" She looked up. But Cedric was fading away. Just a thin mist of him. " It's always going to be you Cho," he called out. His voice was fading away. Everything around them was swirling, fading away.
" Cedric!" Cho cried, " Cedric don't leave me! Please don't go!" Tears began coursing down her cheeks. But there was nothing she could do. Soon Cedric, and everything around her was gone. Just blackness…eternal blackness.
And all there was left was Cho. Sitting in that dark abyss, crying, always crying. Then falling………
Cho bolted up in her bed. The dream always ended like this. And she always woke up in tears.
** yeah well there's some writing for you. Sorry again if there are tons of grammatical errors. Wanna be my beta reader? Yes you do! :P anyways, no new chapters for you unless you read and review, so review! **