Harry Potter and the Jade Heart
Chapter 14
"Beyond Pain"
Clouds completely covered the sky. It seemed as though night time was twenty four hours a day, but this was worse than having constant night. At least the night sky has stars. The only light came from the constant lightning bolts and flashes of green light. Everyone had mutual understanding that this was the work of Voldemort, but people pretended as though it would pass. Worrying wouldn't make the clouds part in the skies.
Cho laid back in Harry's lap and his chin rested on her shoulder. They looked out at the lake, which reflected the lightning. The thunder had ceased for the time being. The temperature reminded them that it was almost summer, but the winds reminded them that the season didn't matter.
Cho ran her hand through Harry's already messy hair. Her fingers smoothed out his bangs close to his scar. Then his scar burned again, but it was more intense than usual. Harry buried his face in Cho's neck. He unintentionally tightened his hold around her.
"Harry, what's wrong?" Cho asked, unable to move. Harry, too busy bearing the pain, didn't answer back. Cho put her hands over his and tried her best to soothe him. Then they both felt a pair of hands tugging on their arms.
"Harry?" asked Ron, trying not to panic. "What happened?" he asked Cho.
"I don't know. We were just sitting here then all of a sudden he was in a lot of pain. Can you see anything?"
Ron brought his face close to Harry's. "Harry, can you hear me?"
"My...scar...is burning," he said through clenched teeth. "Please...get Dumbledore."
Ron quickly ran off into the castle.
"Harry, hang in there," Cho said, her voice quivering.
Dumbledore came quickly with Ron leading the way. He effortlessly pryed Harry off of Cho. Harry laid on his side curled up with his face in his hands. The three of them knealed beside him. "Please do something!" cried Ron.
It seemed as though Dumbledore was hesitant to do so, but he said, "Protectum!"
Harry relaxed a bit but still kept his face in his hands. "Are you okay now?" asked Ron. Harry nodded slightly. "Accio pillow!" said Ron, with his wand held up, which had been brought to him a few weeks ago by a school owl. A large pillow came into Ron's hands, which he placed under Harry's head.
Harry rolled over on to his back. "Thanks, Ron." He no longer suspected his best friend. 'I guess I haven't been the best friend I should have been, so Ron hung out with Dean instead. That's understandable,' thought Harry. His attention went back to his scar when he saw Dumbledore looking down at him.
"Your scar has been hurting for a while now, hasn't it?"
"I should have told you sooner."
"No need for regrets now. Do you need to see Madame Pomfrey?" Harry shook his head. Dumbledore said to Ron and Cho, "I suggest you two help Harry to the Great Hall. It's almost lunch time."
"Can I just stay here for another minute?"
"Of course," Dumbledore said. "I need to get back to some work. I will leave you all now." He got up and carefully walked away.
Harry realized Cho had kept quiet. "I'm sorry," he said.
"I'm just glad you're alright," said Cho. Then she leaned down and hugged him. "I thought you were dying!" she cried.
"I'm alright," he said, reassuringly. He didn't know why she was reacting so badly. Maybe she had imagined Cedric to have died in fits of pain. He felt bad for her. For the first time he realized just how badly she was hurting over his death.
Cho finally let go of Harry and wiped the tears off of her face.
"How long has your scar been hurting?" asked Ron, full of concern.
Harry sat up to talk to him. "I'll catch you up on everything later." Harry smiled. "Right now I could go for some blueberry pie."
That evening Harry told Ron about Trelawney's prediction, Sirius' letter, and his own theories on Voldemort. "Does Hermione know about any of this?" asked Ron after a long pause after Harry finished.
"No. I had decided to keep everything to myself because I don't know who the death eaters could be."
Ron looked disappointed. "Is that why you took so long to tell me?"
Harry saw the crushed look on Ron's face. "I'm sorry. Besides, I'm sure you haven't told me everything about your year."
Ron's face went bright red. "Nothing has happened to me. Nothing ever happens to me."
"That's not true. Last year you were stuck at the bottom of the lake for quite some time. And in our first year you played that great game of chess!"
"Well, yeah, but all that involved you as well."
"Ron--"
"I'm not trying to start the whole jealousy thing again. Really," he added from the unconvinced look on Harry's face. "I'm fine. I've grown up."
"I can't believe it only took a year for us to grow apart."
"What are you talking about? We're here talking with each other, aren't we? I think Hermione's the one who has drifted away. Perhaps she got sick of us," he joked.
"Do you know what's been going on with her?"
Ron frowned. "No. I thought you did." They looked at each other. Then they both shook their heads. "Nah. She can't possibly be a death eater. I mean, she's muggleborn! You-Know-Who would sooner use Avada Kedavra on her rather than accipio animus."
Harry thought for a moment. "Not unless she was of more use to him than any pureblood or halfblood."
"How can she help him?"
"She's one of my best friends, isn't she?"
"You better hope she is."
Chapter 14
"Beyond Pain"
Clouds completely covered the sky. It seemed as though night time was twenty four hours a day, but this was worse than having constant night. At least the night sky has stars. The only light came from the constant lightning bolts and flashes of green light. Everyone had mutual understanding that this was the work of Voldemort, but people pretended as though it would pass. Worrying wouldn't make the clouds part in the skies.
Cho laid back in Harry's lap and his chin rested on her shoulder. They looked out at the lake, which reflected the lightning. The thunder had ceased for the time being. The temperature reminded them that it was almost summer, but the winds reminded them that the season didn't matter.
Cho ran her hand through Harry's already messy hair. Her fingers smoothed out his bangs close to his scar. Then his scar burned again, but it was more intense than usual. Harry buried his face in Cho's neck. He unintentionally tightened his hold around her.
"Harry, what's wrong?" Cho asked, unable to move. Harry, too busy bearing the pain, didn't answer back. Cho put her hands over his and tried her best to soothe him. Then they both felt a pair of hands tugging on their arms.
"Harry?" asked Ron, trying not to panic. "What happened?" he asked Cho.
"I don't know. We were just sitting here then all of a sudden he was in a lot of pain. Can you see anything?"
Ron brought his face close to Harry's. "Harry, can you hear me?"
"My...scar...is burning," he said through clenched teeth. "Please...get Dumbledore."
Ron quickly ran off into the castle.
"Harry, hang in there," Cho said, her voice quivering.
Dumbledore came quickly with Ron leading the way. He effortlessly pryed Harry off of Cho. Harry laid on his side curled up with his face in his hands. The three of them knealed beside him. "Please do something!" cried Ron.
It seemed as though Dumbledore was hesitant to do so, but he said, "Protectum!"
Harry relaxed a bit but still kept his face in his hands. "Are you okay now?" asked Ron. Harry nodded slightly. "Accio pillow!" said Ron, with his wand held up, which had been brought to him a few weeks ago by a school owl. A large pillow came into Ron's hands, which he placed under Harry's head.
Harry rolled over on to his back. "Thanks, Ron." He no longer suspected his best friend. 'I guess I haven't been the best friend I should have been, so Ron hung out with Dean instead. That's understandable,' thought Harry. His attention went back to his scar when he saw Dumbledore looking down at him.
"Your scar has been hurting for a while now, hasn't it?"
"I should have told you sooner."
"No need for regrets now. Do you need to see Madame Pomfrey?" Harry shook his head. Dumbledore said to Ron and Cho, "I suggest you two help Harry to the Great Hall. It's almost lunch time."
"Can I just stay here for another minute?"
"Of course," Dumbledore said. "I need to get back to some work. I will leave you all now." He got up and carefully walked away.
Harry realized Cho had kept quiet. "I'm sorry," he said.
"I'm just glad you're alright," said Cho. Then she leaned down and hugged him. "I thought you were dying!" she cried.
"I'm alright," he said, reassuringly. He didn't know why she was reacting so badly. Maybe she had imagined Cedric to have died in fits of pain. He felt bad for her. For the first time he realized just how badly she was hurting over his death.
Cho finally let go of Harry and wiped the tears off of her face.
"How long has your scar been hurting?" asked Ron, full of concern.
Harry sat up to talk to him. "I'll catch you up on everything later." Harry smiled. "Right now I could go for some blueberry pie."
That evening Harry told Ron about Trelawney's prediction, Sirius' letter, and his own theories on Voldemort. "Does Hermione know about any of this?" asked Ron after a long pause after Harry finished.
"No. I had decided to keep everything to myself because I don't know who the death eaters could be."
Ron looked disappointed. "Is that why you took so long to tell me?"
Harry saw the crushed look on Ron's face. "I'm sorry. Besides, I'm sure you haven't told me everything about your year."
Ron's face went bright red. "Nothing has happened to me. Nothing ever happens to me."
"That's not true. Last year you were stuck at the bottom of the lake for quite some time. And in our first year you played that great game of chess!"
"Well, yeah, but all that involved you as well."
"Ron--"
"I'm not trying to start the whole jealousy thing again. Really," he added from the unconvinced look on Harry's face. "I'm fine. I've grown up."
"I can't believe it only took a year for us to grow apart."
"What are you talking about? We're here talking with each other, aren't we? I think Hermione's the one who has drifted away. Perhaps she got sick of us," he joked.
"Do you know what's been going on with her?"
Ron frowned. "No. I thought you did." They looked at each other. Then they both shook their heads. "Nah. She can't possibly be a death eater. I mean, she's muggleborn! You-Know-Who would sooner use Avada Kedavra on her rather than accipio animus."
Harry thought for a moment. "Not unless she was of more use to him than any pureblood or halfblood."
"How can she help him?"
"She's one of my best friends, isn't she?"
"You better hope she is."