Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter
A/N: I'll make the characters more like how they really are, I'm sorry for changing their personalities. Although I fear it might not be as good. Actually, it's a horrible fiction, enough. I'm sorry.
Harry opened his eyes slowly as he felt someone climb on top of him and sat astride him. He saw a face, a girls face, lean forward.
"Cho?"
"Sh." She put her finger to his lips, and tears spilled down her cheek.
"Cho, what's wrong?"
"Nothing, just hold me." She whispered and leaned her head against his chest. She lay down next to him under the covers, and snuggled close, crying into his chest until she fell asleep, and soon enough, Harry himself fell into a peaceful sleep.
.Cho, however, was not as peaceful.
Death, death, death, death, death, death. Death and more death.
Cho walked into a room, almost pitch black, if not for the cheap overhead muggle light hanging from the ceiling. A figure lay in the light, nothing but a mere pile of skin and blood. As she walked closer, she could make out the raven hair of the heap lying in the middle of the floor. The hair was damp with blood, and blood streaked around his face, as was his hair. She couldn't make out much, but she could make out one wide green eye, shining bright among the black mass of hair on his head, and the blood that graced his face, and he looked petrified. And that moment, Cho could hear a soft evil chuckling from behind her, a girls chuckling. She spun around, but behind her was a mirror. What reflected back at her was not Sweet sweet Cho, but a sad one, an angry one, and a mad one. She was naked, and cuts where all over her body, and seeping from her cuts, was not blood, but blackness, a black liquid that looked not unlike ink. She held in her right hand a knife, seeping with blood. Cho gasped.
She spun back around to look at Harry, and noticed the large cut on the side of his head, and noticed his clothes cut to shreds, and a large puddle of blood was all around him. Cho looked back at herself in the mirror, and her mirror-self was laughing. An evil laugh, her eyes glinted with Amusement, and insanity, Mirror Cho then took the knife in her right hand, brought it to her left hand, and cut it swiftly, and angrily, still laughing. Cho yelped, and looked down at her hand, and it was seeping with blood. The Insane Cho laughed more, still, and gashed, left and right, Cho moved her head left and right, and she felt the knife gashing her, and felt the warm blood running down her body. Cho cried, and scream, she held her arms up to her face like an X, to try and ward herself off, but the Mirror Cho seemed to be more influenced, and moved closer, laughing louder, still. Finally, the Mirror Cho lunged at her, and the mirror broke, shattering into a thousand pieces, and the real Cho fell back on her ass, and passed out.
The dream did not end there, however.
A pair of legs dangled from the ceiling, higher up, you could not see her face, for red curly hair fell from the top of her head to cover it.
Then.
It was a dark, damp dungeon, whose only light was an eerie green; a plump boy knelt in front of a pale one, pleading for his life. The pale blonde one stood, seeming to have enough of the plump one, he took a large sword from a table, held it high above his head, and swiped down on.
The sight of the dead Harry flashed up again, and Ginny's limp body that hung from the ceiling looked down at her, as a voice sounded like hers said, "It's just like it is with the stars. there are bright ones, and there are those that are dim." The words echoed through her head over and over and over again "No." Cho murmured, "No, no no no!! I'm strong, I'm strong." She rocked back and forth, her arms covering her head, "I'm strong. I'm strong."
"Cho?? Cho, wake up!"
"Harry?"
"You where crying, and screaming, what's wrong?"
"Nothing, nothing is wrong."
"But, Cho-"
"DAMN IT, HARRY!!" There was a slighted pause, of which Cho sobbed into her hands, "Why? Why can't you just hold me? Why can't you just hold me."
Ginny slowly opened her eyes. She saw Ron looking down at her with a look on his face that she couldn't stand: Pity.
He sighed "Ginny, what are we going to do with you?"
Ginny remained silent, looking at Ron blankly.
"You need help, Ginny."
Ginny's blank eyes suddenly widened with fear, she shook her head violently.
"Yes, Ginny. I'm telling mom."
Tears started forming in her eyes as she reached up and grabbed Ron as he stood up to leave. Her eyes pleaded with him.
"No." Her voice was hoarse as she spoke, "Mommy, no."
He leaned down with a look of concern on his face, "Yes" he whispered, and with that, he turned and left.
Ginny sighed, fell back against the pillow, and cried into her hands.
A/N: I'll make the characters more like how they really are, I'm sorry for changing their personalities. Although I fear it might not be as good. Actually, it's a horrible fiction, enough. I'm sorry.
Harry opened his eyes slowly as he felt someone climb on top of him and sat astride him. He saw a face, a girls face, lean forward.
"Cho?"
"Sh." She put her finger to his lips, and tears spilled down her cheek.
"Cho, what's wrong?"
"Nothing, just hold me." She whispered and leaned her head against his chest. She lay down next to him under the covers, and snuggled close, crying into his chest until she fell asleep, and soon enough, Harry himself fell into a peaceful sleep.
.Cho, however, was not as peaceful.
Death, death, death, death, death, death. Death and more death.
Cho walked into a room, almost pitch black, if not for the cheap overhead muggle light hanging from the ceiling. A figure lay in the light, nothing but a mere pile of skin and blood. As she walked closer, she could make out the raven hair of the heap lying in the middle of the floor. The hair was damp with blood, and blood streaked around his face, as was his hair. She couldn't make out much, but she could make out one wide green eye, shining bright among the black mass of hair on his head, and the blood that graced his face, and he looked petrified. And that moment, Cho could hear a soft evil chuckling from behind her, a girls chuckling. She spun around, but behind her was a mirror. What reflected back at her was not Sweet sweet Cho, but a sad one, an angry one, and a mad one. She was naked, and cuts where all over her body, and seeping from her cuts, was not blood, but blackness, a black liquid that looked not unlike ink. She held in her right hand a knife, seeping with blood. Cho gasped.
She spun back around to look at Harry, and noticed the large cut on the side of his head, and noticed his clothes cut to shreds, and a large puddle of blood was all around him. Cho looked back at herself in the mirror, and her mirror-self was laughing. An evil laugh, her eyes glinted with Amusement, and insanity, Mirror Cho then took the knife in her right hand, brought it to her left hand, and cut it swiftly, and angrily, still laughing. Cho yelped, and looked down at her hand, and it was seeping with blood. The Insane Cho laughed more, still, and gashed, left and right, Cho moved her head left and right, and she felt the knife gashing her, and felt the warm blood running down her body. Cho cried, and scream, she held her arms up to her face like an X, to try and ward herself off, but the Mirror Cho seemed to be more influenced, and moved closer, laughing louder, still. Finally, the Mirror Cho lunged at her, and the mirror broke, shattering into a thousand pieces, and the real Cho fell back on her ass, and passed out.
The dream did not end there, however.
A pair of legs dangled from the ceiling, higher up, you could not see her face, for red curly hair fell from the top of her head to cover it.
Then.
It was a dark, damp dungeon, whose only light was an eerie green; a plump boy knelt in front of a pale one, pleading for his life. The pale blonde one stood, seeming to have enough of the plump one, he took a large sword from a table, held it high above his head, and swiped down on.
The sight of the dead Harry flashed up again, and Ginny's limp body that hung from the ceiling looked down at her, as a voice sounded like hers said, "It's just like it is with the stars. there are bright ones, and there are those that are dim." The words echoed through her head over and over and over again "No." Cho murmured, "No, no no no!! I'm strong, I'm strong." She rocked back and forth, her arms covering her head, "I'm strong. I'm strong."
"Cho?? Cho, wake up!"
"Harry?"
"You where crying, and screaming, what's wrong?"
"Nothing, nothing is wrong."
"But, Cho-"
"DAMN IT, HARRY!!" There was a slighted pause, of which Cho sobbed into her hands, "Why? Why can't you just hold me? Why can't you just hold me."
Ginny slowly opened her eyes. She saw Ron looking down at her with a look on his face that she couldn't stand: Pity.
He sighed "Ginny, what are we going to do with you?"
Ginny remained silent, looking at Ron blankly.
"You need help, Ginny."
Ginny's blank eyes suddenly widened with fear, she shook her head violently.
"Yes, Ginny. I'm telling mom."
Tears started forming in her eyes as she reached up and grabbed Ron as he stood up to leave. Her eyes pleaded with him.
"No." Her voice was hoarse as she spoke, "Mommy, no."
He leaned down with a look of concern on his face, "Yes" he whispered, and with that, he turned and left.
Ginny sighed, fell back against the pillow, and cried into her hands.