A/N: The phrase "Snape in his mum's clothing" is used and will be used several times in this fiction, so get used to it. It's all because of the Bogart-Snape-Dress-Lupin thing in PoA, and now it's considered a swear in the wizarding world.

And yes, we have Remus in muggle clothes. *Giggles*

Sorry for lazy people, but I referenced another fiction of mine in here (The Last Day) to get this fiction, you now have to read another of my fictions. Moooohahhahah! It's a plot to get you to read them all... but it's okay, TLD is a one shot...

Cho's POV

I went home that night feeling angry, yet as though half of my burden had been relived just my being there to see Cedric laid to rest. Hey, even I'll admit, volunteering to kick serious Death Eater bum helped. I'm not normally overwhelmingly violent, but they will really wish they never messed with Cho Yuki Chang by the time I'm through with them. It was just something I owed it to Cedric's memory, as well as all the great memories we had together. I just wasn't going to walk happily into the sunset hand in hand with him, like in so many of those idiotic romance movies. For me, the sun has set and the hand is cold and lifeless.

I stepped into my small apartment. Immediately I was confronted with an amazing array of flowers. I set my Cleansweep aside and reached for a rose colored envelope labeled "Darling." It was from Cedric. "Happy Birthday, Love" he had written in gorgeous silvery ink. It's my birthday, I remembered. He must have had this sent in for months ahead of time. I smiled. That's Cedric. Just when I think he's done, he surprises me once more. A tear ran down my cheek, followed rapidly by another. I slowly set my alarm to six a.m., and drifted off to sleep.

I dreamt I was floating up on a cloud, and that as I was moving higher and higher up, I saw more and more clouds. I saw Grandma Chang and Grandpa Chang, smiling and waving at me, telling me how proud they were of my latest report card, and my accomplishments as Head Girl. A man with messy black hair stood up upon his silvery cloud beside a woman with brilliant green eyes. James and Lily Potter, I realized. They smiled and told me that Cedric was ok, and that everything would be ok. "Just keep trying," said Lily, her arm around James. "Just keep trying."

Then I saw him; Cedric Rueben Diggory. Had had a cloud of his own, high above the rest. It was green, with lots of springy grass and a Quidditch field. He seemed to be playing a pick up game with people from all over the world. He was flying about 70 feet above the heavenly body when he struck some sort of unseen barrier. He fell, tumbling down into oblivion, green lightning bolts hitting him at all angles. He was writhing in pain, and I ran forward, trying to each out and save him; but was held back by a strange force I myself could not describe. As he fell into the abyss, so did my heart into my chest, once I had realized I could do nothing but watch his obvious suffering and death.

Then I woke up, and had to join in on the uncertainty and pain of the real world again. The little gnome of my antique Hogsmeade clock (a gift from Cedric) was broken, unbeknownst to me, so I woke at a quarter to eight. "Snape in his Mum's clothing I thought to myself, almost expecting Cedric to scold me for being "Un-Ladylike." But Cedric was gone, not to return even in the stillness and relative safety of my dreams.

I pulled off my cotton nightgown and slipped into a well-worn pair of jeans. They were torn from countless hours of Quidditch practice, but I figured it would be worth it just to tick Snape off. I reached into my ebony dresser and pulled out my snitch socks. They were made just for me by Dobby, when I ran out of clean socks. Those Slytherin morons, Crabbe and Goyle had been dared to go on a panty raid, but being the buffoons they were and still are; they decided they would steal socks instead, and perhaps not get punished as much. They were caught, of course by Sandra, a muggleborn who set a simple Girl Scout trap by the entrance to the common room when she heard their heavy feet trodding around in our passage of the castle. They were strung upside down for hours. I laughed at the memory. Someone rapped loudly on my door. "Erm... Come in" I called.

It was Remus. He was dressed rather fiendishly from his green bowling shoes to his scarlet flood pants, on to his metallic gold bathrobe and purple fez. "What the Snape in his Mum's clothing?"

"Beg your pardon, Miss Chang?"

"First of all, how many times do I have to say it? Call me Cho! "Second of all," I laughed aloud, "You look like a pimp."

"Snape in his Mum's clothing. I knew I shouldn't have asked Mundungus for muggle fashion advice."

I smiled. "The man wears 50s reject robes. Isn't it obvious he has zip for taste?"

"Yeah, I suppose." he clicked his heals nervously.

"No place like home, is there?" I asked, thinking aloud.

"Judy Garland was great."

"You saw it?"

"Yep."

"No way! How'd you see the Wizard of Oz?"

"Lily dragged the four" he sniffled. I handed him a Kleenex from a box near the door. "Of us to Petunia's school production of it. Trying to culture us, I suppose."

"And to think, despite Lily's noble efforts" I stood, striking a heroic pose "The only culture Peter grew was bacterial."

He laughed. "Yeah. That's why whoever it was put him out of our collective misery." He fidgeted.

"Remus?"

"Erm... yes?" He twirled

"What ever did happen to Peter?"

"Erm... I don't know," he said, fidgeting about in his seat once more.

That dude has something to hide... What though? I thought to myself. What could Remus of all people have to hide? Other than the werewolf thing...

"Well, Severus is waiting, so let's go. He'll kill or maim us if we don't move fast..." he said, moving towards the fireplace, and grabbing my satchel of the appropriate powder.

"All right." I leaped into the green flames, and reappeared at his side in Snape's quarters. I could tell they had to belong to Snape. Several stone serpents flocked about in the room. "So warm and cozy" I said, sarcastically.

"It's home" Snape said, ushering Remus and myself out of the ancient wooden door and down to the dungeons.

"Take the infusion of Weasleywood and combine it with the appropriate things, while stirring the cauldron slowly. You should know the rest, it's just a simple 6th year potion called Hippocreae. I'm sure even dear Prof. Lupin can manage that," he said snidely, passing a box of ingredients to us.

Remus and I took the two cauldrons in the back and started to produce the potion in silence. Snape has that effect on people, you know?

I sliced my ear of trout and dropped it into my potion lazily, wondering why I couldn't get some other Auror job. Remus answered my question. "Well, you have to walk before you crawl, and Aurors do get hurt a lot, so they need all the healing potion they can get..."

As we talked, we brewed our potions. It made the day go by much faster. It was five minutes until ten and we were talking about comic books (we both loved "Martin Miggs, Mad Muggle") when the knife slipped out of my grasp, and the darkness engulfed me.