Chapter 21: Someone Out There Protect Her
Chanse went in the locker room, and quickly took a shower, and changed. "Chanse wait!" Cho said, to Chanse, as she slipped her robe over her clothes. Chanse didn't stop she grabbed her books, and ran out of the locker room.
She ran across the courtyard, and down the hall, to the hospital.
Chanse burst threw the doors, "Mrs. Pomfrey?" Chanse said as she looked around the waiting room area.
"Yes? Who is it?" Mrs. Pomfrey asked, as she walk from behind a large white door. "Oh hello Chanse."
"Hello...Is..."
"Oliver?" Chanse nodded, "Chanse...sweetheart..."Chanse placed her trembling hands on her mouth, and slowly sank down into a chair, "Oliver is..."
"No." Chanse whispered. "He can't be..."She thought, "...dead." She whispered a loud.
"Dead?" Mrs. Pomfrey asked with a surprise. "Oh no...He's not dead." Chanse quickly looked up at Mrs. Pomfrey.
"He's not?"
"Well, no," she laughed, "But, I'm afraid there is some bad news," Mrs. Pomfrey said as she looked out the window. Mrs. Pomfrey looked back at Chanse, who had sat back down in her chair, and walked over to the door and looked in a small window.
Chanse stood up and walked to Mrs. Pomfrey and stood behind her. "What?" She whispered with a tremble in her voice.
Mrs. Pomfrey turned around walked over to Chanse and led her to the window, "Oliver was hit so badly that he was sent into a deep sleep..." Chanse looked into the window, and saw Oliver laying in the bed propped up, with tubes going in and out him.
Chanse's eyes began to tears up. She looked down form the window, "...a coma?"
"Yes." Mrs. Pomfrey softly said as she walked past Chanse, and into Oliver's room.
"Is it serious?" Chanse said as she followed, closely behind her.
"With a lot of rest, no, but if he is disturbed or his fluids are disturbed, it could be critical." Mrs. Pomfrey said, as she adjusted a dial on the heart monitor.
"Fatal?" Chanse softly said, as she sat down next to Oliver.
Chanse's hand shook as she pulled Oliver's hand off the bed, and into her warm hands. "It's possible." Mrs. Pomfrey said as she walked to the door.
Chanse grabbed Oliver's hand and squeezed it tight as she looked at his motionless face. "I'll leave you alone." Mrs. Pomfrey whispered as she shut the door.
Chanse sat there, by his side holding his hand, till the early evening. "Chanse?"
Chanse didn't move a muscle; she stayed looking at Oliver's face, and holding his hand. "Chanse...Sweetie." Cho whispered as she walked in the room, and over to Chanse. "Chanse, come on." Cho sat down next to Chanse, who still hadn't moved, "You have to move sometime." Cho looked at Chanse's face, which was full of emotions; anger, fear, sorrow, and confusion.
"Chanse, well if you're not going to move, then I'll just talk to you...I owled Hermione and Angelina, and we decided that we're not going to tell Harry in Oliver's room, we decided we're going to make you tell Harry at the party tonight..." Still Chanse didn't move, "Ok come on Chanse, you have to move...remember we're supposed to tell..." Cho leaned into to Chanse and whispered, "Harry, and tell him you're his sister." Cho leaned back and looked at Chanse, who now had tears running down her face, but she hadn't move.
Cho looked down at her hands, and then back up at Chanse, "Come on." Cho stood up and grabbed Chanse's arm.
"Let go of me." Chanse whispered.
"No, Chanse come on." Cho grabbed Chanse's arm and began to pull her up out of the chair.
"NO!" Chanse screamed as she pulled her arm away and looked up at Cho, with tears overflowing her eyes.
"Chanse..." Cho whispered as she bent down next to Chanse. "Come on..."
"I don't want to." Chanse whispered as she grabbed Oliver's hand again, and watched him.
"Chanse, you're forcing me to do something I don't want to." Cho stood up and looked down at Chanse, "You're coming...NOW!" Cho yelled as she grabbed Chanse up, by both arms, and started to drag her out of the room.
"NO! LET GO!" Chanse squirmed trying to escape Cho's grip. "Let go Cho!" Chanse made a quick jerk to the side, and fell onto the ground.
Cho turned around and saw Chanse on the floor, curled up in a ball, crying. "Chanse..." Cho whispered as she bent down and placed her hand on Chanse's shoulder.
Chanse looked up at Cho with tears running down her face, faster and faster. "I didn't even get to tell him, that I wasn't angry."
Cho pulled Chanse into her arms, and rocked her back and forth, "Its ok. You know Oliver; he'll be back to normal soon." Cho forced a smile, as she looked up at Oliver's motionless body.
"I didn't even get to tell him goodbye."
"Chanse, Oliver's not going to die." Cho yelled, as she pulled Chanse off of her, and looked into her eyes. "It's going to be ok."
"Can you promise me that?" Chanse said, trying with all her might not to cry.
Cho looked over at Oliver, then out the window, at Chanse, then at the ground, "No." She whispered.
Chanse fell into Cho's arms, and didn't cry. She sat there with Cho, and didn't say a word.
Finally Chanse broke the silence, with a whisper, "...I didn't even get to tell him I..."
"What are you saying Chanse?" Cho said as she pulled Chanse off, and stood up.
"Nothing...You wouldn't understand."
"You didn't get to tell him that you love him, right?" Chanse looked up at Cho with a surprise.
"How'd you know that?"
"Because I know what it's like to lose someone close..." Cho looked out the window.
"But Cho this is different...This is a boy I...love."
Cho turned and looked at Chanse with anger, "I know what it's like..." Cho took a deep breath in, "...you ever heard of a boy named, Cedric Diggory?" Chanse shook her head, "I thought not." Cho stood up and walked over to the window and looked out at the Quidditch stadium.
"Cho...Who is he?"
Cho looked down at the cold white tile, of the hospital floor, and then back at Chanse, "...My boyfriend...actually my dead boyfriend." Chanse's mouth dropped open, "Voldemort killed him, and I thought maybe I could have stopped him some how. I thought Cedric's death was my fault for the longest time..."
"Cho that's not your fault."
"I know that now...but don't say I don't understand, cause I do...probably more then you think." Cho turned back around and looked back to the window. She wiped a tear and turned back to Chanse, who was still on the floor.
"Well we need to go back to our room, and wait for tonight." Cho said, with a fake smile, as she helped Chanse up off the ground.
The two of them walked out of the room, and when Chanse reached Oliver's hospital door, she turned around and looked at Oliver. "I didn't even get to tell him...Oliver..."
"Come on, Chanse." Cho yelled from the hospital entrance.
"Coming..." Chanse turned around and yelled back. She turned back around and looked at Oliver, "...I love you." She whispered.
Chanse turned around and ran out of the hospital with Cho, right behind her. "Chanse slow down."
Chanse stopped at the front stairs, "Sorry." She whispered. Cho finally caught up to her and they began walking up the rotating stairs.
All the way up the stairs, Chanse felt like everyone was looking, and whispering about her. She looked around at everyone, who once were people she knew and recognized, turned into people that Chanse couldn't recognize.
Cho put her arm around her friend, and continued to lead her up the stairs, and into the Ravenclaw house.
Once inside the commons room, Chanse saw everyone stop talking and moving and all eyes were on her. "What are you guys looking at?" Cho yelled at all of them, and they all quickly went back to what they were doing.
Cho and Chanse walked up the stairs up to their rooms, in silence.
Once inside, Cho walked in and sat on Chanse's bed, while Chanse sat in the doorway staring at the room, like she had never seen it before. "Chanse?" Cho said, as she stood up
Chanse slowly walked into the closet and changed into some casual muggle clothes, and then she walked over to the bed and sat down.
Cho looked down at her friend who was staring at hands. Cho sat next to Chanse and put her arm around her, "I don't know if you want to but there's a party for the Quidditch team players, and...I really think you should go...you know maybe to get your mind off of Oliver."
Chanse sat up and slowly walked towards the balcony, "Chanse?" Cho said, confused.
Chanse ignored Cho and slowly walked to the balcony, "Chanse...Where are you going?" Chanse continued to ignore Cho and she walked and looked out into the courtyard, at the very few people outside.
She looked around in the courtyard, where most everyone was heading in except for a girl, with her back to Chanse, fit by the fountain. Chanse tilted her head to the side and watched the girl stand up and turn around. It's was Blaise Zabini.
Chanse quickly turned around and ran inside and grabbed her broom, and ran out to the balcony, "CHANSE!" Cho screamed as she ran out onto the balcony.
Cho watched Chanse flying down to the ground, land, throw her broomstick off the side, and walked towards Blaise, "Shit."
Quickly Cho ran back inside, and grabbed her broom, and flew down to Chanse.
When Cho landed, she saw Chanse a couple feet away from Blaise. "Chanse...don't!" Cho yelled.
But Chanse ignored Cho, and slowly picked up her pace, towards Blaise.
When Chanse was five feet away from Blaise, she was running towards her.
Chanse pushed Blaise down on the ground and stood over her. "CHANSE!" Cho screamed, as she ran over to Chanse.
Just before Chanse was about to punch Blaise, Cho grabbed Chanse's arms and pulled her off of Blaise. "What the hell is your problem, Blaise Zabini? What you think, since I can get Oliver, and you can't, that you'll send your little hitch bitches after him? Huh? Is that what you thought..." Chanse began to try to get out of Cho's grip, "You're a fucking psycho, Blaise. You know that."
Slowly Blaise stood up and walked over to Chanse, who was squirming, trying to get Cho off. "Blaise don't walk over here...Are you crazy?" Cho yelled.
"Yeah, you know she's crazy. Look what she did to Oliver!" Chanse screamed.
"I didn't do it, Chanse." Blaise said to Chanse's face, soft and calmly.
"What?" Chanse said as she stopped moving.
"I didn't send Marcus after Oliver."
"Yes you did, don't lie to me, bitch." Chanse began to squirm again.
"No I didn't. Marcus went after him on his own."
"Bull."
"No it's not!" Blaise yelled, "If you don't hit me I'll explain what I know."
"Fine." Cho slowly let go of Chanse.
"While you went on your little vacation, Oliver came and found waving the letter I sent YOU. He got in my face and was like, 'What the hell Blaise? I never used you, what the fuck are you talking about?' Then I said, 'You did too use me Oliver...for sex. And when I wouldn't give it to you, you dumped me' then he said, 'No I dumped you because you were something you weren't. I would never you a girl, no matter whom, for sex, or for anything for that matter.'
And you know what he was telling me the truth. Because Oliver can't lie, and if he does you can't see that he is in his eyes...He wasn't lying to me.
Then he told me 'Blaise no matter how hard you try, you're not going to keep me from being with Chanse; friends or more then friends, because...I love her.'" Chanse's mouth drop, as did her body to the ground, "Yeah Chanse..." Blaise bent down to the ground next to Chanse, "...he loves you.
And I'm happy he does." Chanse looked up at Blaise with shock, and watched Blaise walk away into the front entrance.
"He loves me." Chanse whispered with a smile.
"Oh my Merlin!" Cho yelled, as she helped Chanse up, "He loves you."
"He loves me!" Chanse yelled.
The two friends stood in the courtyard yelling and jumping up and down.
"What's going on?" Angelina asked from behind Chanse.
"Oliver loves Chanse!" Cho screamed, and Chanse turned around and looked at her, "Sorry."
"Oh Merlin!" Angelina screamed as she threw her arms around Chanse. "There's only one way to celebrate this, and that's with a...party!" Angelina yelled.
"I don't know..." Chanse softly said.
"I don't care what you think you're going." Cho said as her and Angelina picked up Chanse and carried her to the Great Hall.
Once inside Cho and Angelina put Chanse down. Chanse looked around and saw all the Quidditch teams, talking with each other.
Chanse scanned the room, and saw Marcus Flint standing with all the other Slytherin team members. She smiled and walked over, behind Marcus, and tapped him on the shoulder.
"What?!" Marcus yelled, as he turned around.
"Hi..." Chanse clutched her fist together, and threw a punch at Marcus, who quick flinch like a baby. Chanse stopped herself right before she hit his face. Marcus opened his eyes and saw Chanse, who looked him up and down, "loser." She laughed and walked off.
The night went on, and people had fun and laughed.
*DING* *DING* *DING*
"May I have your attention, Quidditch players?" Dumbledore said, as he stood up and faced the teams.
The teams grew silent as the turned and looked up at the old wizard.
"I would first like congratulate, Gryffindor, for a beautiful win in the Quidditch-Free-For-All..." The Gryffindor team yelled with excitement, "...yes, yes, yes, congratulations.
Well, now here's the part everyone loves...awards." Everyone screamed.
"For new players, the awards are: Best Beater, Best Chaser, Best Keeper, Best Seeker, Most Improved Player, Player of the Year, and New Player of the Year...Let's begin...Everyone please take your seats."
While Dumbledore got the first award, everyone went to their seats and sat down, waiting patiently for the wizard. "The first award is...Most improved Player...and the winner is... Mr. Owen Cauldwell, the Hufflepuff Chaser."
The Hufflepuff house went mad, with claps and screams, as Owen walked up and claimed his award. "Yes, congratulation Owen. The next award is Best Seeker..." Chanse nudged Cho and smiled, "And the winner is...oh interesting...Mr. Harry Potter..." Harry stood up and shook hands with teammates, "wait...and Miss. Cho Chang." Chanse looked at Cho, and hugged her.
"Congrats, babe!" Chanse screamed, Cho started to walk up when Chanse grabbed her arm, "Kiss Harry." She smiled, with a wink.
"Um...no. Sorry."
"For me...on the cheek." She laughed.
Cho walked up with Harry and they both grabbed the award, and held it up. Then Cho bent down to Harry and kissed his cheek. Harry stood frozen in front of everyone, while everyone whistled.
Finally Harry moved, and walked away from the High Table, "Next is Best Beater..."
"Oh who cares?" Mandy said as she leaned on the Ravenclaw table.
"You and Terry should care, Mandy." Chanse smiled
"No we all know George," Mandy rolled her eyes, "and Fred," She sat up straight and tall with a smile, "is going to win..."
"They always do." Terry interrupted.
Chanse shrugged and leaned over to Cho, "Now how can you have a crush on one twin, and not the other...I mean Fred and George are identical in personality, almost, and of coarse looks." Cho shrugged and turned back to face the High Table.
"The winners are...opps I gave it away, well its Mr. Fred and George Weasley." Fred and George were telling jokes to each other. "Mr. Fred and George Weasley, please come up."
"Oh!" they both exclaimed and walked up and started to tell jokes.
"Why did the..."
"I'm sorry boys no time for jokes..." Fred and George looked at Dumbledore, then each other, and walked back to their seats. "...Next is Best Chaser..." Cho looked down the table at Roger who smiled at her, "...the winner is...Miss Angelina Johnson."
Chanse stood up and clapped with excitement, as Angelina blushed and went a claimed her awards. She slowly took the award from Dumbledore's hand, and slowly turned around to everyone, and began waving the award in the air.
Chanse laughed and sat back down, "Congratulations Miss. Johnson...Best Keeper..." Chanse looked down at the table, and then Cho nudged her.
"It's in the bag for you."
"But..."
"And the winner is...oh my...Mr. Oliver Wood." Dumbledore softly said, but everyone heard him. Everyone looked down at their table, and a strange silence fell over the Hall.
Chanse looked up and saw everyone sitting there looking at their tables.
She looked back down at her table, and a few seconds later she heard small footsteps. She looked up, as did everyone else, and saw Angelina on stage picking up Oliver's award. "...um...Because of the same player is receiving both these next awards, we decided that we're just going to present them at the same time...New Player of the Year, and Best Player of the Year...and the winner is..."
"You." Cho smiled to Chanse.
"Chanse Jackson!" Dumbledore yelled through the hall, and everyone stood up and clapped and yelled.
"GO CHANSE!" Angelina yelled.
Chanse blushed and slowly stood up and walked up to the High Table, and picked up her awards, and stood in front of the crowd, and smiled.
Chanse waved and looked around the crowd and saw two Hufflepuff girls, Laura Madley and Eloise Madgen, were whispering to each other, but Chanse could read their lips, "Isn't it sad that she has to stand up there in front of everyone, after what happened to Oliver, and then the award before hers was to be giving to Oliver." Eloise whispered.
"Not to mention that Oliver and Chanse were definitely going to go out." Laura smirked.
"Yeah." Eloise agreed, and then looked back at Chanse.
Chanse stopped smiling and looked down at the ground. She looked back up with a fake smile across her face at the crowd.
She didn't see Harry anywhere. Chanse slowly walked away from the High Table and next to Angelina and Cho, "Where's Harry?"
"I dunno." Cho shrugged.
"I saw him leave with a tall man in a black jacket; I think he was a scout."
Chanse got a sharp pain in her head, and she started to fall over, but Angelina caught her, "Chanse you ok?" Chanse slowly stood up and stood on her tippy toes to look at the Great Hall doors, which were slightly cracked.
"Chanse?" Cho asked as she shook Chanse's shoulder. Chanse didn't say anything; she pushed her awards into Cho's arms, and began to push her way through the crowd of students, who were standing by the stage listening to Dumbledore.
When she made it through the crowd, on the other side, she jogged to the Great Hall doors and slipped out of them, making sure no one saw her.
Once outside of the Great Hall Chanse turned around and looked out into the courtyard, which was lightly lit up by the moon light.
She pulled her hair band off of her wrist, put her hair up, and walked out into the courtyard. She saw that her broom was still lying on the ground, by the pillar that she had thrown it at, earlier. She walked over and bent down to pick it up, and as soon as she placed her hands on the broom handle, her head began to hurt.
Chanse closed her eyes, dropped her broom, and fell to the ground. When she opened her eyes she saw a shadow world, with no defined details, just blurred shadows. Chanse looked around at everything with fear, and she just saw giant shadows that looked like they could be buildings.
She looked all around her and saw a long thin shadow with a smooth pointy tail...she realized that, that was her broom, and that she was in Hogwarts.
Knowing that, Chanse picked up her broom and started to walk around. She walked towards the Great Hall to see where everyone was, and if something had happened to her eyes.
When she walked into the Hall there was no one there; just the blurred shadows of the table, and High Table were left. Chanse turned around and walked back out into the courtyard. "Where is everyone?" She thought, as she walked over to the shadow of the fountain and sat down.
Chanse sat there for a while trying to figure out where everyone had gone to. "Oliver!" Chanse yelled as she stood up.
She picked up her broom and ran as fast as she could to the hospital wing. She busted through the hospital doors, and into Oliver's room.
Once she was in there she saw a tall dark figure, holding another figure in what looked like to be it's hand. And the dark figure was hanging over, what looked like to be Oliver's bed.
The door, behind Chanse, shut and the figure turned around, and it was holding two figures now.
Chanse backed up against the wall, as the dark figure glided over in front of her and then it was standing right if front of her. Chanse gasped as she could see the dark figure's eyes; they were a glowing red, and filled with power.
Quickly the figure ran into Chanse, and she closed her eyes.
When she didn't feel anything, she opened her eyes, and she saw that she was standing in Oliver's hospital room. She looked down at her hand and saw that she was still holding her broom, and then she looked up and around the room.
There was no dark figure, and everything was normal...except Oliver wasn't in his bed.
Chanse dropped her broom and quickly ran over to Oliver's bed. The covers were torn off and in place of Oliver was a small piece of parchment.
Foxlin Potter,
Come to the Forbidden Forest...
Alone.
If you want to see Oliver...or Harry.
Chanse put down the note back on the bed. And looked out the window, and saw the tips of the trees in the Forbidden Forest. She looked back at the note, and nodded.
She grabbed the note and stuffed it in her pocket, and she walked out of the hospital
She walked down to the Front Hall, and saw Angelina and Cho, sitting on the steps talking. Chanse walked by them and pretended not to see them, "Chanse...we've got great news...where'd you go?"
"What? I can't talk long." Chanse walked faster out into the courtyard.
"Chanse where do you think you're going?" Cho said as she followed Chanse into the courtyard, "Chanse, you can't go outside of Hogwarts, at this time of night!" Cho yelled as she grabbed Chanse's arm.
"Cho..." Chanse looked down at Cho's hand, then up at Cho, "Angelina..." She looked over at Angelina, "I have to do something, I can't tell you what but I need to do this..." Chanse looked at them with very little emotions in her eyes, "Please just tell me your news then let me go."
Cho nodded and slowly slid her hand off of Chanse's arm, "Well you know how there were scouts at the Free-For-All?" Cho asked.
Chanse nodded, and Cho continued speaking, "Well the scouts came in the Great Hall, and started talking to us, and this was after you had left.
Anyways, they asked about certain players, and if they could talk to those players..."
"Please, Cho, get to the point."
"Ok, ok, ok...well the scouts asked for some people, a lot of sixth years though...the only ones you'd care about is your friends so...the scouts from Cuddley Cannon asked for both Angelina and I. We signed under them, so as soon as we graduate from Hogwarts we leave to be part of Cuddley Cannons."
"That's awesome, but I have to go." Chanse started mounting her broom.
"No there's more."
"Ok."
"Well then they told Angelina, to tell Oliver, when he wakes up that Puddlemere United, Wimbourne Wasps, wanted to sign him."
"Ever since I've known Oliver he's talked about playing on Puddlemere United." Angelina interrupted.
"Moving on, Angelina," Cho laughed, "Then Kenmare Kestrels, Ballycastle Bats, and Puddlemere United all asked to sign you!" Cho yelled, as her and Angelina hugged Chanse.
"That's awesome, but no offence, I don't have time to think about that," Chanse mounted her broom, and looked back at Angelina and Cho, "Don't tell anyone where I've gone to." Angelina and Cho nodded.
"Thank you...And don't worry...I know what I'm doing." Chanse put on a fake smile, and flew off towards the Forbidden Forest.
"I'm scared Angelina." Cho whispered, as she watched Chanse flying out of sight.
"So am I Cho," Angelina said as she hugged Cho.
Angelina continued to watch the sky where Chanse, used to be flying, while Cho went back inside and up to her room. "Someone out there..." Angelina looked up at the moon, "someone out there...protect her." Angelina whispered to the sky.
Chanse went in the locker room, and quickly took a shower, and changed. "Chanse wait!" Cho said, to Chanse, as she slipped her robe over her clothes. Chanse didn't stop she grabbed her books, and ran out of the locker room.
She ran across the courtyard, and down the hall, to the hospital.
Chanse burst threw the doors, "Mrs. Pomfrey?" Chanse said as she looked around the waiting room area.
"Yes? Who is it?" Mrs. Pomfrey asked, as she walk from behind a large white door. "Oh hello Chanse."
"Hello...Is..."
"Oliver?" Chanse nodded, "Chanse...sweetheart..."Chanse placed her trembling hands on her mouth, and slowly sank down into a chair, "Oliver is..."
"No." Chanse whispered. "He can't be..."She thought, "...dead." She whispered a loud.
"Dead?" Mrs. Pomfrey asked with a surprise. "Oh no...He's not dead." Chanse quickly looked up at Mrs. Pomfrey.
"He's not?"
"Well, no," she laughed, "But, I'm afraid there is some bad news," Mrs. Pomfrey said as she looked out the window. Mrs. Pomfrey looked back at Chanse, who had sat back down in her chair, and walked over to the door and looked in a small window.
Chanse stood up and walked to Mrs. Pomfrey and stood behind her. "What?" She whispered with a tremble in her voice.
Mrs. Pomfrey turned around walked over to Chanse and led her to the window, "Oliver was hit so badly that he was sent into a deep sleep..." Chanse looked into the window, and saw Oliver laying in the bed propped up, with tubes going in and out him.
Chanse's eyes began to tears up. She looked down form the window, "...a coma?"
"Yes." Mrs. Pomfrey softly said as she walked past Chanse, and into Oliver's room.
"Is it serious?" Chanse said as she followed, closely behind her.
"With a lot of rest, no, but if he is disturbed or his fluids are disturbed, it could be critical." Mrs. Pomfrey said, as she adjusted a dial on the heart monitor.
"Fatal?" Chanse softly said, as she sat down next to Oliver.
Chanse's hand shook as she pulled Oliver's hand off the bed, and into her warm hands. "It's possible." Mrs. Pomfrey said as she walked to the door.
Chanse grabbed Oliver's hand and squeezed it tight as she looked at his motionless face. "I'll leave you alone." Mrs. Pomfrey whispered as she shut the door.
Chanse sat there, by his side holding his hand, till the early evening. "Chanse?"
Chanse didn't move a muscle; she stayed looking at Oliver's face, and holding his hand. "Chanse...Sweetie." Cho whispered as she walked in the room, and over to Chanse. "Chanse, come on." Cho sat down next to Chanse, who still hadn't moved, "You have to move sometime." Cho looked at Chanse's face, which was full of emotions; anger, fear, sorrow, and confusion.
"Chanse, well if you're not going to move, then I'll just talk to you...I owled Hermione and Angelina, and we decided that we're not going to tell Harry in Oliver's room, we decided we're going to make you tell Harry at the party tonight..." Still Chanse didn't move, "Ok come on Chanse, you have to move...remember we're supposed to tell..." Cho leaned into to Chanse and whispered, "Harry, and tell him you're his sister." Cho leaned back and looked at Chanse, who now had tears running down her face, but she hadn't move.
Cho looked down at her hands, and then back up at Chanse, "Come on." Cho stood up and grabbed Chanse's arm.
"Let go of me." Chanse whispered.
"No, Chanse come on." Cho grabbed Chanse's arm and began to pull her up out of the chair.
"NO!" Chanse screamed as she pulled her arm away and looked up at Cho, with tears overflowing her eyes.
"Chanse..." Cho whispered as she bent down next to Chanse. "Come on..."
"I don't want to." Chanse whispered as she grabbed Oliver's hand again, and watched him.
"Chanse, you're forcing me to do something I don't want to." Cho stood up and looked down at Chanse, "You're coming...NOW!" Cho yelled as she grabbed Chanse up, by both arms, and started to drag her out of the room.
"NO! LET GO!" Chanse squirmed trying to escape Cho's grip. "Let go Cho!" Chanse made a quick jerk to the side, and fell onto the ground.
Cho turned around and saw Chanse on the floor, curled up in a ball, crying. "Chanse..." Cho whispered as she bent down and placed her hand on Chanse's shoulder.
Chanse looked up at Cho with tears running down her face, faster and faster. "I didn't even get to tell him, that I wasn't angry."
Cho pulled Chanse into her arms, and rocked her back and forth, "Its ok. You know Oliver; he'll be back to normal soon." Cho forced a smile, as she looked up at Oliver's motionless body.
"I didn't even get to tell him goodbye."
"Chanse, Oliver's not going to die." Cho yelled, as she pulled Chanse off of her, and looked into her eyes. "It's going to be ok."
"Can you promise me that?" Chanse said, trying with all her might not to cry.
Cho looked over at Oliver, then out the window, at Chanse, then at the ground, "No." She whispered.
Chanse fell into Cho's arms, and didn't cry. She sat there with Cho, and didn't say a word.
Finally Chanse broke the silence, with a whisper, "...I didn't even get to tell him I..."
"What are you saying Chanse?" Cho said as she pulled Chanse off, and stood up.
"Nothing...You wouldn't understand."
"You didn't get to tell him that you love him, right?" Chanse looked up at Cho with a surprise.
"How'd you know that?"
"Because I know what it's like to lose someone close..." Cho looked out the window.
"But Cho this is different...This is a boy I...love."
Cho turned and looked at Chanse with anger, "I know what it's like..." Cho took a deep breath in, "...you ever heard of a boy named, Cedric Diggory?" Chanse shook her head, "I thought not." Cho stood up and walked over to the window and looked out at the Quidditch stadium.
"Cho...Who is he?"
Cho looked down at the cold white tile, of the hospital floor, and then back at Chanse, "...My boyfriend...actually my dead boyfriend." Chanse's mouth dropped open, "Voldemort killed him, and I thought maybe I could have stopped him some how. I thought Cedric's death was my fault for the longest time..."
"Cho that's not your fault."
"I know that now...but don't say I don't understand, cause I do...probably more then you think." Cho turned back around and looked back to the window. She wiped a tear and turned back to Chanse, who was still on the floor.
"Well we need to go back to our room, and wait for tonight." Cho said, with a fake smile, as she helped Chanse up off the ground.
The two of them walked out of the room, and when Chanse reached Oliver's hospital door, she turned around and looked at Oliver. "I didn't even get to tell him...Oliver..."
"Come on, Chanse." Cho yelled from the hospital entrance.
"Coming..." Chanse turned around and yelled back. She turned back around and looked at Oliver, "...I love you." She whispered.
Chanse turned around and ran out of the hospital with Cho, right behind her. "Chanse slow down."
Chanse stopped at the front stairs, "Sorry." She whispered. Cho finally caught up to her and they began walking up the rotating stairs.
All the way up the stairs, Chanse felt like everyone was looking, and whispering about her. She looked around at everyone, who once were people she knew and recognized, turned into people that Chanse couldn't recognize.
Cho put her arm around her friend, and continued to lead her up the stairs, and into the Ravenclaw house.
Once inside the commons room, Chanse saw everyone stop talking and moving and all eyes were on her. "What are you guys looking at?" Cho yelled at all of them, and they all quickly went back to what they were doing.
Cho and Chanse walked up the stairs up to their rooms, in silence.
Once inside, Cho walked in and sat on Chanse's bed, while Chanse sat in the doorway staring at the room, like she had never seen it before. "Chanse?" Cho said, as she stood up
Chanse slowly walked into the closet and changed into some casual muggle clothes, and then she walked over to the bed and sat down.
Cho looked down at her friend who was staring at hands. Cho sat next to Chanse and put her arm around her, "I don't know if you want to but there's a party for the Quidditch team players, and...I really think you should go...you know maybe to get your mind off of Oliver."
Chanse sat up and slowly walked towards the balcony, "Chanse?" Cho said, confused.
Chanse ignored Cho and slowly walked to the balcony, "Chanse...Where are you going?" Chanse continued to ignore Cho and she walked and looked out into the courtyard, at the very few people outside.
She looked around in the courtyard, where most everyone was heading in except for a girl, with her back to Chanse, fit by the fountain. Chanse tilted her head to the side and watched the girl stand up and turn around. It's was Blaise Zabini.
Chanse quickly turned around and ran inside and grabbed her broom, and ran out to the balcony, "CHANSE!" Cho screamed as she ran out onto the balcony.
Cho watched Chanse flying down to the ground, land, throw her broomstick off the side, and walked towards Blaise, "Shit."
Quickly Cho ran back inside, and grabbed her broom, and flew down to Chanse.
When Cho landed, she saw Chanse a couple feet away from Blaise. "Chanse...don't!" Cho yelled.
But Chanse ignored Cho, and slowly picked up her pace, towards Blaise.
When Chanse was five feet away from Blaise, she was running towards her.
Chanse pushed Blaise down on the ground and stood over her. "CHANSE!" Cho screamed, as she ran over to Chanse.
Just before Chanse was about to punch Blaise, Cho grabbed Chanse's arms and pulled her off of Blaise. "What the hell is your problem, Blaise Zabini? What you think, since I can get Oliver, and you can't, that you'll send your little hitch bitches after him? Huh? Is that what you thought..." Chanse began to try to get out of Cho's grip, "You're a fucking psycho, Blaise. You know that."
Slowly Blaise stood up and walked over to Chanse, who was squirming, trying to get Cho off. "Blaise don't walk over here...Are you crazy?" Cho yelled.
"Yeah, you know she's crazy. Look what she did to Oliver!" Chanse screamed.
"I didn't do it, Chanse." Blaise said to Chanse's face, soft and calmly.
"What?" Chanse said as she stopped moving.
"I didn't send Marcus after Oliver."
"Yes you did, don't lie to me, bitch." Chanse began to squirm again.
"No I didn't. Marcus went after him on his own."
"Bull."
"No it's not!" Blaise yelled, "If you don't hit me I'll explain what I know."
"Fine." Cho slowly let go of Chanse.
"While you went on your little vacation, Oliver came and found waving the letter I sent YOU. He got in my face and was like, 'What the hell Blaise? I never used you, what the fuck are you talking about?' Then I said, 'You did too use me Oliver...for sex. And when I wouldn't give it to you, you dumped me' then he said, 'No I dumped you because you were something you weren't. I would never you a girl, no matter whom, for sex, or for anything for that matter.'
And you know what he was telling me the truth. Because Oliver can't lie, and if he does you can't see that he is in his eyes...He wasn't lying to me.
Then he told me 'Blaise no matter how hard you try, you're not going to keep me from being with Chanse; friends or more then friends, because...I love her.'" Chanse's mouth drop, as did her body to the ground, "Yeah Chanse..." Blaise bent down to the ground next to Chanse, "...he loves you.
And I'm happy he does." Chanse looked up at Blaise with shock, and watched Blaise walk away into the front entrance.
"He loves me." Chanse whispered with a smile.
"Oh my Merlin!" Cho yelled, as she helped Chanse up, "He loves you."
"He loves me!" Chanse yelled.
The two friends stood in the courtyard yelling and jumping up and down.
"What's going on?" Angelina asked from behind Chanse.
"Oliver loves Chanse!" Cho screamed, and Chanse turned around and looked at her, "Sorry."
"Oh Merlin!" Angelina screamed as she threw her arms around Chanse. "There's only one way to celebrate this, and that's with a...party!" Angelina yelled.
"I don't know..." Chanse softly said.
"I don't care what you think you're going." Cho said as her and Angelina picked up Chanse and carried her to the Great Hall.
Once inside Cho and Angelina put Chanse down. Chanse looked around and saw all the Quidditch teams, talking with each other.
Chanse scanned the room, and saw Marcus Flint standing with all the other Slytherin team members. She smiled and walked over, behind Marcus, and tapped him on the shoulder.
"What?!" Marcus yelled, as he turned around.
"Hi..." Chanse clutched her fist together, and threw a punch at Marcus, who quick flinch like a baby. Chanse stopped herself right before she hit his face. Marcus opened his eyes and saw Chanse, who looked him up and down, "loser." She laughed and walked off.
The night went on, and people had fun and laughed.
*DING* *DING* *DING*
"May I have your attention, Quidditch players?" Dumbledore said, as he stood up and faced the teams.
The teams grew silent as the turned and looked up at the old wizard.
"I would first like congratulate, Gryffindor, for a beautiful win in the Quidditch-Free-For-All..." The Gryffindor team yelled with excitement, "...yes, yes, yes, congratulations.
Well, now here's the part everyone loves...awards." Everyone screamed.
"For new players, the awards are: Best Beater, Best Chaser, Best Keeper, Best Seeker, Most Improved Player, Player of the Year, and New Player of the Year...Let's begin...Everyone please take your seats."
While Dumbledore got the first award, everyone went to their seats and sat down, waiting patiently for the wizard. "The first award is...Most improved Player...and the winner is... Mr. Owen Cauldwell, the Hufflepuff Chaser."
The Hufflepuff house went mad, with claps and screams, as Owen walked up and claimed his award. "Yes, congratulation Owen. The next award is Best Seeker..." Chanse nudged Cho and smiled, "And the winner is...oh interesting...Mr. Harry Potter..." Harry stood up and shook hands with teammates, "wait...and Miss. Cho Chang." Chanse looked at Cho, and hugged her.
"Congrats, babe!" Chanse screamed, Cho started to walk up when Chanse grabbed her arm, "Kiss Harry." She smiled, with a wink.
"Um...no. Sorry."
"For me...on the cheek." She laughed.
Cho walked up with Harry and they both grabbed the award, and held it up. Then Cho bent down to Harry and kissed his cheek. Harry stood frozen in front of everyone, while everyone whistled.
Finally Harry moved, and walked away from the High Table, "Next is Best Beater..."
"Oh who cares?" Mandy said as she leaned on the Ravenclaw table.
"You and Terry should care, Mandy." Chanse smiled
"No we all know George," Mandy rolled her eyes, "and Fred," She sat up straight and tall with a smile, "is going to win..."
"They always do." Terry interrupted.
Chanse shrugged and leaned over to Cho, "Now how can you have a crush on one twin, and not the other...I mean Fred and George are identical in personality, almost, and of coarse looks." Cho shrugged and turned back to face the High Table.
"The winners are...opps I gave it away, well its Mr. Fred and George Weasley." Fred and George were telling jokes to each other. "Mr. Fred and George Weasley, please come up."
"Oh!" they both exclaimed and walked up and started to tell jokes.
"Why did the..."
"I'm sorry boys no time for jokes..." Fred and George looked at Dumbledore, then each other, and walked back to their seats. "...Next is Best Chaser..." Cho looked down the table at Roger who smiled at her, "...the winner is...Miss Angelina Johnson."
Chanse stood up and clapped with excitement, as Angelina blushed and went a claimed her awards. She slowly took the award from Dumbledore's hand, and slowly turned around to everyone, and began waving the award in the air.
Chanse laughed and sat back down, "Congratulations Miss. Johnson...Best Keeper..." Chanse looked down at the table, and then Cho nudged her.
"It's in the bag for you."
"But..."
"And the winner is...oh my...Mr. Oliver Wood." Dumbledore softly said, but everyone heard him. Everyone looked down at their table, and a strange silence fell over the Hall.
Chanse looked up and saw everyone sitting there looking at their tables.
She looked back down at her table, and a few seconds later she heard small footsteps. She looked up, as did everyone else, and saw Angelina on stage picking up Oliver's award. "...um...Because of the same player is receiving both these next awards, we decided that we're just going to present them at the same time...New Player of the Year, and Best Player of the Year...and the winner is..."
"You." Cho smiled to Chanse.
"Chanse Jackson!" Dumbledore yelled through the hall, and everyone stood up and clapped and yelled.
"GO CHANSE!" Angelina yelled.
Chanse blushed and slowly stood up and walked up to the High Table, and picked up her awards, and stood in front of the crowd, and smiled.
Chanse waved and looked around the crowd and saw two Hufflepuff girls, Laura Madley and Eloise Madgen, were whispering to each other, but Chanse could read their lips, "Isn't it sad that she has to stand up there in front of everyone, after what happened to Oliver, and then the award before hers was to be giving to Oliver." Eloise whispered.
"Not to mention that Oliver and Chanse were definitely going to go out." Laura smirked.
"Yeah." Eloise agreed, and then looked back at Chanse.
Chanse stopped smiling and looked down at the ground. She looked back up with a fake smile across her face at the crowd.
She didn't see Harry anywhere. Chanse slowly walked away from the High Table and next to Angelina and Cho, "Where's Harry?"
"I dunno." Cho shrugged.
"I saw him leave with a tall man in a black jacket; I think he was a scout."
Chanse got a sharp pain in her head, and she started to fall over, but Angelina caught her, "Chanse you ok?" Chanse slowly stood up and stood on her tippy toes to look at the Great Hall doors, which were slightly cracked.
"Chanse?" Cho asked as she shook Chanse's shoulder. Chanse didn't say anything; she pushed her awards into Cho's arms, and began to push her way through the crowd of students, who were standing by the stage listening to Dumbledore.
When she made it through the crowd, on the other side, she jogged to the Great Hall doors and slipped out of them, making sure no one saw her.
Once outside of the Great Hall Chanse turned around and looked out into the courtyard, which was lightly lit up by the moon light.
She pulled her hair band off of her wrist, put her hair up, and walked out into the courtyard. She saw that her broom was still lying on the ground, by the pillar that she had thrown it at, earlier. She walked over and bent down to pick it up, and as soon as she placed her hands on the broom handle, her head began to hurt.
Chanse closed her eyes, dropped her broom, and fell to the ground. When she opened her eyes she saw a shadow world, with no defined details, just blurred shadows. Chanse looked around at everything with fear, and she just saw giant shadows that looked like they could be buildings.
She looked all around her and saw a long thin shadow with a smooth pointy tail...she realized that, that was her broom, and that she was in Hogwarts.
Knowing that, Chanse picked up her broom and started to walk around. She walked towards the Great Hall to see where everyone was, and if something had happened to her eyes.
When she walked into the Hall there was no one there; just the blurred shadows of the table, and High Table were left. Chanse turned around and walked back out into the courtyard. "Where is everyone?" She thought, as she walked over to the shadow of the fountain and sat down.
Chanse sat there for a while trying to figure out where everyone had gone to. "Oliver!" Chanse yelled as she stood up.
She picked up her broom and ran as fast as she could to the hospital wing. She busted through the hospital doors, and into Oliver's room.
Once she was in there she saw a tall dark figure, holding another figure in what looked like to be it's hand. And the dark figure was hanging over, what looked like to be Oliver's bed.
The door, behind Chanse, shut and the figure turned around, and it was holding two figures now.
Chanse backed up against the wall, as the dark figure glided over in front of her and then it was standing right if front of her. Chanse gasped as she could see the dark figure's eyes; they were a glowing red, and filled with power.
Quickly the figure ran into Chanse, and she closed her eyes.
When she didn't feel anything, she opened her eyes, and she saw that she was standing in Oliver's hospital room. She looked down at her hand and saw that she was still holding her broom, and then she looked up and around the room.
There was no dark figure, and everything was normal...except Oliver wasn't in his bed.
Chanse dropped her broom and quickly ran over to Oliver's bed. The covers were torn off and in place of Oliver was a small piece of parchment.
Foxlin Potter,
Come to the Forbidden Forest...
Alone.
If you want to see Oliver...or Harry.
Chanse put down the note back on the bed. And looked out the window, and saw the tips of the trees in the Forbidden Forest. She looked back at the note, and nodded.
She grabbed the note and stuffed it in her pocket, and she walked out of the hospital
She walked down to the Front Hall, and saw Angelina and Cho, sitting on the steps talking. Chanse walked by them and pretended not to see them, "Chanse...we've got great news...where'd you go?"
"What? I can't talk long." Chanse walked faster out into the courtyard.
"Chanse where do you think you're going?" Cho said as she followed Chanse into the courtyard, "Chanse, you can't go outside of Hogwarts, at this time of night!" Cho yelled as she grabbed Chanse's arm.
"Cho..." Chanse looked down at Cho's hand, then up at Cho, "Angelina..." She looked over at Angelina, "I have to do something, I can't tell you what but I need to do this..." Chanse looked at them with very little emotions in her eyes, "Please just tell me your news then let me go."
Cho nodded and slowly slid her hand off of Chanse's arm, "Well you know how there were scouts at the Free-For-All?" Cho asked.
Chanse nodded, and Cho continued speaking, "Well the scouts came in the Great Hall, and started talking to us, and this was after you had left.
Anyways, they asked about certain players, and if they could talk to those players..."
"Please, Cho, get to the point."
"Ok, ok, ok...well the scouts asked for some people, a lot of sixth years though...the only ones you'd care about is your friends so...the scouts from Cuddley Cannon asked for both Angelina and I. We signed under them, so as soon as we graduate from Hogwarts we leave to be part of Cuddley Cannons."
"That's awesome, but I have to go." Chanse started mounting her broom.
"No there's more."
"Ok."
"Well then they told Angelina, to tell Oliver, when he wakes up that Puddlemere United, Wimbourne Wasps, wanted to sign him."
"Ever since I've known Oliver he's talked about playing on Puddlemere United." Angelina interrupted.
"Moving on, Angelina," Cho laughed, "Then Kenmare Kestrels, Ballycastle Bats, and Puddlemere United all asked to sign you!" Cho yelled, as her and Angelina hugged Chanse.
"That's awesome, but no offence, I don't have time to think about that," Chanse mounted her broom, and looked back at Angelina and Cho, "Don't tell anyone where I've gone to." Angelina and Cho nodded.
"Thank you...And don't worry...I know what I'm doing." Chanse put on a fake smile, and flew off towards the Forbidden Forest.
"I'm scared Angelina." Cho whispered, as she watched Chanse flying out of sight.
"So am I Cho," Angelina said as she hugged Cho.
Angelina continued to watch the sky where Chanse, used to be flying, while Cho went back inside and up to her room. "Someone out there..." Angelina looked up at the moon, "someone out there...protect her." Angelina whispered to the sky.