A/N: Okay, we've got us a real short, real morbid chapter here folks. I
don't think I have to up the rating for it but I can't make hide nor hair
of these American ratings at all, at all! You lovely, lovely people will
let me know if it is won'tcha?
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Harry looked out to the setting sun. It was beautiful. Not many people knew it, but Harry had a deep-rooted appreciation for aesthetic beauty. Sometimes when no one was around, Harry would just sit, sit and take in the beauty around him. Like when Hogwarts and its grounds were blanketed in snow, or when the new growth of spring was just creeping around the school. It was at times like this that he wished he had someone. Someone who could share in the beauty of those moments.
"Don't worry," he said to himself "Cho will. Soon she'll realise. She has to. I'll bet she's just like me. She wants the very same things. I'll bet she's even looking at this same sunset."
Little did Harry know, Cho was at that very minute sitting in a small room, miles away, completely oblivious to the setting sun. She didn't care. She didn't care if the sun ever set again. In fact, she found the sunset an insult. It was an insult that the world should carry on spinning, that everyone else should carry on living. It was an insult to Cedric. How could life go on without him? She sat, tears streaming down her face, not wishing for someone as Harry was, just wishing to turn back the clock, to say the things she hadn't had the chance to say.
It was that wish that had gotten her where she was now. She had heard a rumour about a year ago, a rumour about Hermione Granger. She'd gotten something called a Time Turner so that she could go back in time to do extra lessons. Cho had been researching these Time Turners ever since Cedric's death. Something in her subconscious had snapped, she felt she needed to speak to Cedric again; she felt that if she did the dull pain encompassing her would stop. She had found out that a small amount of Time Turners were kept in the Ministry of Magic, protected by the Ministry's most high profile undercover unit, the Unspeakables. She had constructed an elaborate plan, which had allowed her to get her hands on that which she most desired, but she hadn't counted on the new security system that had been put into practice only that morning. So here she was, sitting in this tiny cell, with only her grief to keep her. But she still had one option. There was one way that she could be with Cedric and stop her grief. She fingered the blade she had stolen from the neighbouring cell. She looked at it, admiring its silvery sheen, thinking about which way to make the deed quickest and most painless.
Harry only had a few days to fantasise about his days with Cho at Hogwarts. He only had a few days before he would be confronted with the crushing news of her suicide. If he had known he probably would have savoured them more.
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Harry looked out to the setting sun. It was beautiful. Not many people knew it, but Harry had a deep-rooted appreciation for aesthetic beauty. Sometimes when no one was around, Harry would just sit, sit and take in the beauty around him. Like when Hogwarts and its grounds were blanketed in snow, or when the new growth of spring was just creeping around the school. It was at times like this that he wished he had someone. Someone who could share in the beauty of those moments.
"Don't worry," he said to himself "Cho will. Soon she'll realise. She has to. I'll bet she's just like me. She wants the very same things. I'll bet she's even looking at this same sunset."
Little did Harry know, Cho was at that very minute sitting in a small room, miles away, completely oblivious to the setting sun. She didn't care. She didn't care if the sun ever set again. In fact, she found the sunset an insult. It was an insult that the world should carry on spinning, that everyone else should carry on living. It was an insult to Cedric. How could life go on without him? She sat, tears streaming down her face, not wishing for someone as Harry was, just wishing to turn back the clock, to say the things she hadn't had the chance to say.
It was that wish that had gotten her where she was now. She had heard a rumour about a year ago, a rumour about Hermione Granger. She'd gotten something called a Time Turner so that she could go back in time to do extra lessons. Cho had been researching these Time Turners ever since Cedric's death. Something in her subconscious had snapped, she felt she needed to speak to Cedric again; she felt that if she did the dull pain encompassing her would stop. She had found out that a small amount of Time Turners were kept in the Ministry of Magic, protected by the Ministry's most high profile undercover unit, the Unspeakables. She had constructed an elaborate plan, which had allowed her to get her hands on that which she most desired, but she hadn't counted on the new security system that had been put into practice only that morning. So here she was, sitting in this tiny cell, with only her grief to keep her. But she still had one option. There was one way that she could be with Cedric and stop her grief. She fingered the blade she had stolen from the neighbouring cell. She looked at it, admiring its silvery sheen, thinking about which way to make the deed quickest and most painless.
Harry only had a few days to fantasise about his days with Cho at Hogwarts. He only had a few days before he would be confronted with the crushing news of her suicide. If he had known he probably would have savoured them more.