Chapter 24: All I Want
"Because you were willing to save someone else, to bring someone else besides yourself happiness...You were willing to sacrifice your happiness, for someone else...But never mind the details...Chanse take three hairs, of a half-living centaur...me...and brush them over the wound, to clean out the evil.
Then you take the heart of Gaea and sprinkle it on, but you must hurry because once the soul has left, the spirit will leave, then the heart will leave too..." Firenze began to cough up blood, "on the wound, then..." He coughed again, "you...cover the wound with..." he coughed some more, "a cloth with blood of a loved one..." the coughing continued, "then...you..." Firenze's voice faded.
"Firenze?" Chanse shook Firenze's head, "Firenze?" she gasped.
"I'm still here...barely." Firenze whispered, "Quickly take three hairs..." he coughed.
Quickly Chanse pulled three of Firenze's hair out, and ran over to Oliver, and fell to the ground, and wiped them over his wound. With every wipe a thing of light would fly up into the air, and then fall back down into Oliver's wound.
Chanse got up again and ran over to Firenze, "Firenze, please stay with us." She pulled three more of his hairs and brushed them over Firenze wound.
"It shall not work..."
"Why?" Chanse gasped, as she continued to brush.
Firenze coughed, "Centaurs magic can't work on other centaurs, the more you try to use centaur magic on another centaur, the centaur will die faster," Chanse quickly dropped the hairs, on the ground, slowly let her tears run down her face, "but you mustn't worry about my living on, because you only have a certain amount of time to finish this reviving process, otherwise it's useless ..." Firenze wiped Chanse's eyes, and let the tear sit on his finger, "the last thing you need is..." His voice faded off, as he held his hand out, with his finger extended
The tear fell off Firenze's finger, "No..." Chanse gasped, as she watched the tear hit the ground. As soon as it hit Chanse felt Firenze's spirit whirl around her and Harry, and then leave them, "Firenze..." Chanse's voice faded, as she pulled Harry closer to him, and held him tightly as Harry cried on Chanse.
Chanse did not let herself cry, she watched the spirit stand in front of Voldemort.
The spirit bent down to the ground and plucked a flower from the ground and held it up to Voldemort's face. "You want to know what kind of magic this is, you first have to know who I am..."
"Well, who the hell are you?"
"The spirit of Gaea...and every spirit has good in them," The spirit whirled her hand, in the air, and made a magnificent array of colors, float up into the sky, "and bad," the spirit kissed the flower, and the petals on the flower slowly turned black, and fell off the stem.
"And I don't want to see you ever messing with my children ever again," The spirit leaned into Voldemort and began to whisper in his ear, "and there's only one way to do that." The spirit turned her head, and Voldemort leaned back against the tree, but the spirit kissed Voldemort's cheek.
Chanse looked around, as the wind began to blow, faster and harder, all around the forest. She quickly squeezed Harry tighter, to protect him.
The wind slowly became less and less harsh, so Chanse looked up, from her ball, around Harry, and looked around the whole forest...She saw the spirit of Gaea vanish and turn into a beautiful sparkles of light, which lifted into the air, with a gust of wind.
Then she took her eyes off the sky, when she felt a sprinkle of dust over her body. She looked down at the ground and saw Firenze's body, turning into a pile of ash, and then the earth slowly absorbed him. "Firenze..." Chanse whispered, as a tear ran down her face. She wiped her tear, and placed her hand where Firenze, once, laid.
Chanse looked at Voldemort who wasn't moving from his spot he was standing in before. She squinted her eyes, and then they shot open when she saw Voldemort move again. Chanse watched as Voldemort cracked his neck, then a quickly looked over at Chanse, and Harry.
Chanse took a deep breath in and pulled Harry closer, and squeezed him tighter, as Voldemort quickly glided over to Chanse, who continued to watch him.
Chanse cocked her head to the side, as she watched Voldemort glide on his way over to her he slowly seemed to disappear. By the time Voldemort was in front of Chanse, he was half way gone, leaving a trail of dust behind him.
Chanse gripped Harry tighter, as she buried her face in his back, as Voldemort glided over them. When she didn't feel anything, she slowly opened her eyes, to dark dust was falling all over her and the ground around her.
Chanse slowly stood up, "What happened, Chanse?" Harry whispered, but Chanse didn't do anything, she walked over to her wand and picked it up, and walked back over to Harry.
When she got to Harry, she dropped her wand, and her eyes got really big, and her mouth dropped open, "Chanse what?" Harry asked, with a little fear in his eyes. Then he turned around and saw what Chanse was looking at...
"The heart of Gaea..." Chanse gasped, as she looked at a beautiful glowing flower, with each petal a different, gorgeous, color, with dew trickling off of the glowing green leaves, onto the ground.
"Chanse quick...remember...Oliver..." Harry yelled.
Chanse quickly came out of her daze and picked the flower, with caution, and carried it over to Oliver. She, carefully, knelt down by Oliver's side, and held the flower over Oliver's cut, and began to shake the flower, very slowly.
Harry and Chanse watched, with amazement, as a beautiful array of colorful dust fell from the glowing multicolored petals, onto Oliver's wound. "How do you know how much to put on?" Harry whispered.
As soon as Harry said that, the wound began to glow a blood red, "I think that's enough." Chanse stood up and walked back over to where she picked the flower from, and dug up the ground, and placed the stem back in the ground. "Habere pectus de Gaea." Chanse whispered, to the flower.
Harry placed his hand on her shoulder, and bent down next to her, "What'd you say?" Harry whispered, as he watched Chanse press down the soil.
"Thanks heart of Gaea." Chanse whispered back.
Harry stood up and grabbed Chanse hand, as they walked back over to Oliver, and knelt by his side. "Harry, what's the next part?"
"Um..." Harry searched his brain trying to remember what Firenze said, "oh yeah, a cloth with the blood of a loved one."
Chanse looked around the forest for something sharp, "What are you looking for?" Harry asked.
"Something...Found it." Chanse got up, from the ground, and ran over to the bush wall and grabbed a thorn branch and slashed it across her hand, in between her index finger and thumb.
"Chanse, what are you doing?!" Harry screamed, as Chanse ran back over to Oliver and him, holding her hand.
"Harry I need a cloth..." Chanse quickly looked around the ground, and thought of where to find a cloth, "quickly!" Chanse shouted.
Harry searched his robe, but couldn't find one. "Chanse I can't find one," Harry looked around the forest for a cloth, or something like one, "look..." Harry nudged Chanse, as he pointed up in the sky.
Chanse looked up, from the ground, at the sky, and saw a saw pure white cloth, and a letter, floating in the air.
Chanse and Harry slowly stood up and held their hands out, as the cloth and letter slowly floated back and forth, they finally landed; the cloth in Chanse's hands, and the letter in Harry's
Chanse looked closely at the cloth, "Chanse look at this..." Harry gasped, with excitement.
Chanse walked over behind Harry, and looked at the letter; and saw golden writing on it.
Chanse and Harry began to read it...
To Chanse and Harry...
From each of your parent...
Chanse looked down at Harry, and than looked back up at the letter, and saw that the sentence she just read had disappeared, "Harry did...did that..."
"Just disappear?" Harry whispered back, and Chanse nodded, "yes." He laughed, and Chanse shrugged her shoulders and continued reading.
We all love you both so much, with all our heart, spirits, and souls.
Remember that you have each other now.
We're always going to be proud of you, no matter what you do...No matter how bad it may seem to you...we'll always love you.
Chanse put her arm around Harry, and squeezed him tightly. Before they could finish reading, Oliver gasped for breath. Quickly Chanse shoved her wand in her pocket, turned around and ran to Oliver's side, "Oliver?" Chanse propped his head up on her lap.
There was no response...
"Oliver?" Chanse shook him a little.
No response...
Chanse checked for a heartbeat but she didn't get one. "Oliver..." Chanse gasped, holding back her tears.
Harry placed his hand on her shoulder, and bent down next to her, "Chanse..." he whispered as his voice faded off.
"Quickly Harry, hand me that cloth!" Chanse screamed.
Harry quickly stood and ran over to the cloth, and grabbed it as fast as he could and quickly ran back over to Chanse, "here." He handed Chanse the cloth, and she quickly grabbed it.
"Come on Oliver...Come on." Chanse whispered, as she wrapped the cloth around her hand, and watched as she saw the white cloth, slowly turn to a deep red.
After a little bit, when the cloth was most covered in blood, Chanse pulled the cloth off and laid it down on Oliver's wound, "Come one Oliver...please." Chanse whispered.
"All we can do is," Harry sat down next to Chanse, "wait."
Chanse didn't take her eyes off of Oliver, what seemed like forever...
"Protect each other...love each other...and remember...Blood is always, going to be thicker then magic." Harry whispered.
"Where did that come from?"
"Our parents..." Harry whispered back, as he let his voice trail off.
Chanse looked down at the ground, then up at Harry and put her arm around his shoulder and pulled him closer, "I love you, baby brother." She whispered, and then she kissed the side of his head.
"I love..." Harry began to say, but he was interrupted.
"Harry!" Someone screamed from the shadows.
"I love you too, sissy." Harry whispered quickly.
Harry and Chanse looked up, from Oliver's body, and looked around at the shadows, and saw a group of shadows running towards them. They quickly stood up and waited to see who it was.
"Oh Harry you're ok!" A voice came from behind, as two arms wrapped around Harry neck.
Harry turned around and saw Hermione, with tear filled eyes. Chanse looked up at Hermione and smiled and slowly gripped her wand, and stood up.
"Oh thank Merlin!" another voice screamed, from the shadows.
Then Ron came running towards Harry, and hugged both Hermione, and Harry, "Thank Merlin you're ok!" he screamed again.
Chanse smiled with delight, but then she waited to see if anyone else was coming out of the shadows, but no one did. So Chanse turned back around and looked down at Oliver, and she slowly fell to her knees, and landed next to Oliver's lifeless body.
"Chanse?" Hermione whispered, as she walked over to Chanse and placed her hand on Chanse's shoulder.
"Yeah..." Chanse whispered back as her voice faded.
"They're over here!" Someone yelled from the forest.
Chanse, Harry, Hermione, and Ron all looked up and into the forest, trying to see who said that.
A few minutes later they heard rustling in the forest, "Get behind me." Chanse whispered to the trio. They all quickly stood behind Chanse, and looked from behind her.
Chanse slowly pulled her wand out of her pocket, and gripped it tightly in her hands. She took a deep breath in has she held the wand up, straight, and pointed in the direction of the noises, "Come on they're over here...quickly before they leave!" the voice yelled once again.
Harry put his arm around Hermione, and Ron put his arm around her too, "What are you guys doing?" Hermione whispered as she pushed their arms off of her, "I can take care of myself...actually," Hermione turned to Ron, "If I remember correctly, which most likely I'm remembering right, I have to safe your ass most of the time." Hermione laughed, as did Harry, but all Ron did was blush.
"Look there they are!" A different voice yelled.
"Yeah!" The first voice yelled.
Chanse swung her other hand behind her, and pulled the trio closer to her back, and took a stance, and held her wand tighter.
"Chanse!" two voices screamed, as two shadows ran towards Chanse.
Chanse's mouth dropped, and her wand, "Cho? Angelina?" Chanse whispered, as she ran into their arms.
"We had a bad feeling so we went and got Dumbledore, and went to the Forbidden Forest and on the way there we saw Hagrid, and we got worried because someone had used..."
"Petrificus Totalus?"
"Yeah, how'd you know?"
"Because I did it to him," Chanse whispered, and Cho's mouthed dropped open, and Angelina laughed, "I had to otherwise he would follow me into the forest, and that could have gotten Harry and..." Chanse took a deep breath in, "and Oliver..." Chanse held back her tears as she looked down at the ground, "they could have been..." Chanse trailed off. "Chanse?" Angelina stopped laughing and put her arm around Chanse.
"Children help me." Dumbledore yelled from behind the kids.
Angelina, Cho, Harry, Hermione, and Ron all turned around, but Chanse didn't move an inch, and saw the old wizard bent over Oliver's dead body.
Cho started to gag at the sight of Oliver's dead body, and Angelina cupped her mouth, with her hands, and slowly walked over to Oliver's body. Harry and Ron slowly followed behind Angelina, towards Oliver's body, and helped picked it up. When Cho saw everyone helping, she took a small breath in and slowly walked over to the group, and helped carry Oliver, back to Hogwarts, as fast as they could.
Hermione walked over to Chanse and grabbed her hand, and turned her around, "I'm here, if you want to talk to anyone." Hermione softly smiled.
"All I want is Oliver back..." Chanse softly whispered, as her voice faded off.
Hermione pulled Chanse closer to her and hugged her.
Chanse couldn't take it anymore; she began to cry hard on Hermione's shoulder. "Chanse it's ok...Dumbledore, will get Oliver the best help out there..."
"No it's not ok," Chanse pushed off of Hermione, "Firenze told me a way to bring him back, and I let Firenze die, before he could finish telling me how to save Oliver." Chanse wiped her tears, and turned and started to slowly walk after Oliver's body.
"Chanse!" Hermione screamed as she chased after Chanse.
She finally caught up to her and grabbed her arm. "Chanse..." Hermione whispered to Chanse, but Chanse didn't do anything she was to busy watching Angelina, Cho, Harry, and Ron carry Oliver's body, while being led by Dumbledore.
They all continued walking and when they got to the gates of Hogwarts, Chanse stopped and watched, Hagrid take Oliver off of the groups hands, and follow behind Dumbledore into the Hogwarts ground.
No one noticed that Chanse had stopped, and they all continued walking in, except Cho. "It's my entire fault..." Chanse faded off.
"No Chanse it's not!" Cho yelled at Chanse. "You couldn't have stopped Voldemort from taking Oliver or killing Oliver..." Chanse looked at Cho with tears in her eyes, "look at the positive side, you saved your own flesh and blood." Cho smirked.
"But I could have brought Oliver back to life!" Chanse screamed at Cho, as she ran towards Hogwarts' gates.
"CHANSE!" Cho screamed as she ran after her.
Just before Chanse was about to go into Hogwarts Cho grabbed her hand, "Chanse..." Chanse turned around to Cho, and had tears running all down her face, "you can still save him." Chanse began to cry harder, "Chanse don't cry." Cho pulled Chanse closer and hugged her.
"That's just the thing I don't know what the last thing is to revive Oliver...so I can't save him."
"You don't know that." Cho pulled Chanse off her, and wiped Chanse's tears, and slowly led her into Hogwarts.
"Because you were willing to save someone else, to bring someone else besides yourself happiness...You were willing to sacrifice your happiness, for someone else...But never mind the details...Chanse take three hairs, of a half-living centaur...me...and brush them over the wound, to clean out the evil.
Then you take the heart of Gaea and sprinkle it on, but you must hurry because once the soul has left, the spirit will leave, then the heart will leave too..." Firenze began to cough up blood, "on the wound, then..." He coughed again, "you...cover the wound with..." he coughed some more, "a cloth with blood of a loved one..." the coughing continued, "then...you..." Firenze's voice faded.
"Firenze?" Chanse shook Firenze's head, "Firenze?" she gasped.
"I'm still here...barely." Firenze whispered, "Quickly take three hairs..." he coughed.
Quickly Chanse pulled three of Firenze's hair out, and ran over to Oliver, and fell to the ground, and wiped them over his wound. With every wipe a thing of light would fly up into the air, and then fall back down into Oliver's wound.
Chanse got up again and ran over to Firenze, "Firenze, please stay with us." She pulled three more of his hairs and brushed them over Firenze wound.
"It shall not work..."
"Why?" Chanse gasped, as she continued to brush.
Firenze coughed, "Centaurs magic can't work on other centaurs, the more you try to use centaur magic on another centaur, the centaur will die faster," Chanse quickly dropped the hairs, on the ground, slowly let her tears run down her face, "but you mustn't worry about my living on, because you only have a certain amount of time to finish this reviving process, otherwise it's useless ..." Firenze wiped Chanse's eyes, and let the tear sit on his finger, "the last thing you need is..." His voice faded off, as he held his hand out, with his finger extended
The tear fell off Firenze's finger, "No..." Chanse gasped, as she watched the tear hit the ground. As soon as it hit Chanse felt Firenze's spirit whirl around her and Harry, and then leave them, "Firenze..." Chanse's voice faded, as she pulled Harry closer to him, and held him tightly as Harry cried on Chanse.
Chanse did not let herself cry, she watched the spirit stand in front of Voldemort.
The spirit bent down to the ground and plucked a flower from the ground and held it up to Voldemort's face. "You want to know what kind of magic this is, you first have to know who I am..."
"Well, who the hell are you?"
"The spirit of Gaea...and every spirit has good in them," The spirit whirled her hand, in the air, and made a magnificent array of colors, float up into the sky, "and bad," the spirit kissed the flower, and the petals on the flower slowly turned black, and fell off the stem.
"And I don't want to see you ever messing with my children ever again," The spirit leaned into Voldemort and began to whisper in his ear, "and there's only one way to do that." The spirit turned her head, and Voldemort leaned back against the tree, but the spirit kissed Voldemort's cheek.
Chanse looked around, as the wind began to blow, faster and harder, all around the forest. She quickly squeezed Harry tighter, to protect him.
The wind slowly became less and less harsh, so Chanse looked up, from her ball, around Harry, and looked around the whole forest...She saw the spirit of Gaea vanish and turn into a beautiful sparkles of light, which lifted into the air, with a gust of wind.
Then she took her eyes off the sky, when she felt a sprinkle of dust over her body. She looked down at the ground and saw Firenze's body, turning into a pile of ash, and then the earth slowly absorbed him. "Firenze..." Chanse whispered, as a tear ran down her face. She wiped her tear, and placed her hand where Firenze, once, laid.
Chanse looked at Voldemort who wasn't moving from his spot he was standing in before. She squinted her eyes, and then they shot open when she saw Voldemort move again. Chanse watched as Voldemort cracked his neck, then a quickly looked over at Chanse, and Harry.
Chanse took a deep breath in and pulled Harry closer, and squeezed him tighter, as Voldemort quickly glided over to Chanse, who continued to watch him.
Chanse cocked her head to the side, as she watched Voldemort glide on his way over to her he slowly seemed to disappear. By the time Voldemort was in front of Chanse, he was half way gone, leaving a trail of dust behind him.
Chanse gripped Harry tighter, as she buried her face in his back, as Voldemort glided over them. When she didn't feel anything, she slowly opened her eyes, to dark dust was falling all over her and the ground around her.
Chanse slowly stood up, "What happened, Chanse?" Harry whispered, but Chanse didn't do anything, she walked over to her wand and picked it up, and walked back over to Harry.
When she got to Harry, she dropped her wand, and her eyes got really big, and her mouth dropped open, "Chanse what?" Harry asked, with a little fear in his eyes. Then he turned around and saw what Chanse was looking at...
"The heart of Gaea..." Chanse gasped, as she looked at a beautiful glowing flower, with each petal a different, gorgeous, color, with dew trickling off of the glowing green leaves, onto the ground.
"Chanse quick...remember...Oliver..." Harry yelled.
Chanse quickly came out of her daze and picked the flower, with caution, and carried it over to Oliver. She, carefully, knelt down by Oliver's side, and held the flower over Oliver's cut, and began to shake the flower, very slowly.
Harry and Chanse watched, with amazement, as a beautiful array of colorful dust fell from the glowing multicolored petals, onto Oliver's wound. "How do you know how much to put on?" Harry whispered.
As soon as Harry said that, the wound began to glow a blood red, "I think that's enough." Chanse stood up and walked back over to where she picked the flower from, and dug up the ground, and placed the stem back in the ground. "Habere pectus de Gaea." Chanse whispered, to the flower.
Harry placed his hand on her shoulder, and bent down next to her, "What'd you say?" Harry whispered, as he watched Chanse press down the soil.
"Thanks heart of Gaea." Chanse whispered back.
Harry stood up and grabbed Chanse hand, as they walked back over to Oliver, and knelt by his side. "Harry, what's the next part?"
"Um..." Harry searched his brain trying to remember what Firenze said, "oh yeah, a cloth with the blood of a loved one."
Chanse looked around the forest for something sharp, "What are you looking for?" Harry asked.
"Something...Found it." Chanse got up, from the ground, and ran over to the bush wall and grabbed a thorn branch and slashed it across her hand, in between her index finger and thumb.
"Chanse, what are you doing?!" Harry screamed, as Chanse ran back over to Oliver and him, holding her hand.
"Harry I need a cloth..." Chanse quickly looked around the ground, and thought of where to find a cloth, "quickly!" Chanse shouted.
Harry searched his robe, but couldn't find one. "Chanse I can't find one," Harry looked around the forest for a cloth, or something like one, "look..." Harry nudged Chanse, as he pointed up in the sky.
Chanse looked up, from the ground, at the sky, and saw a saw pure white cloth, and a letter, floating in the air.
Chanse and Harry slowly stood up and held their hands out, as the cloth and letter slowly floated back and forth, they finally landed; the cloth in Chanse's hands, and the letter in Harry's
Chanse looked closely at the cloth, "Chanse look at this..." Harry gasped, with excitement.
Chanse walked over behind Harry, and looked at the letter; and saw golden writing on it.
Chanse and Harry began to read it...
To Chanse and Harry...
From each of your parent...
Chanse looked down at Harry, and than looked back up at the letter, and saw that the sentence she just read had disappeared, "Harry did...did that..."
"Just disappear?" Harry whispered back, and Chanse nodded, "yes." He laughed, and Chanse shrugged her shoulders and continued reading.
We all love you both so much, with all our heart, spirits, and souls.
Remember that you have each other now.
We're always going to be proud of you, no matter what you do...No matter how bad it may seem to you...we'll always love you.
Chanse put her arm around Harry, and squeezed him tightly. Before they could finish reading, Oliver gasped for breath. Quickly Chanse shoved her wand in her pocket, turned around and ran to Oliver's side, "Oliver?" Chanse propped his head up on her lap.
There was no response...
"Oliver?" Chanse shook him a little.
No response...
Chanse checked for a heartbeat but she didn't get one. "Oliver..." Chanse gasped, holding back her tears.
Harry placed his hand on her shoulder, and bent down next to her, "Chanse..." he whispered as his voice faded off.
"Quickly Harry, hand me that cloth!" Chanse screamed.
Harry quickly stood and ran over to the cloth, and grabbed it as fast as he could and quickly ran back over to Chanse, "here." He handed Chanse the cloth, and she quickly grabbed it.
"Come on Oliver...Come on." Chanse whispered, as she wrapped the cloth around her hand, and watched as she saw the white cloth, slowly turn to a deep red.
After a little bit, when the cloth was most covered in blood, Chanse pulled the cloth off and laid it down on Oliver's wound, "Come one Oliver...please." Chanse whispered.
"All we can do is," Harry sat down next to Chanse, "wait."
Chanse didn't take her eyes off of Oliver, what seemed like forever...
"Protect each other...love each other...and remember...Blood is always, going to be thicker then magic." Harry whispered.
"Where did that come from?"
"Our parents..." Harry whispered back, as he let his voice trail off.
Chanse looked down at the ground, then up at Harry and put her arm around his shoulder and pulled him closer, "I love you, baby brother." She whispered, and then she kissed the side of his head.
"I love..." Harry began to say, but he was interrupted.
"Harry!" Someone screamed from the shadows.
"I love you too, sissy." Harry whispered quickly.
Harry and Chanse looked up, from Oliver's body, and looked around at the shadows, and saw a group of shadows running towards them. They quickly stood up and waited to see who it was.
"Oh Harry you're ok!" A voice came from behind, as two arms wrapped around Harry neck.
Harry turned around and saw Hermione, with tear filled eyes. Chanse looked up at Hermione and smiled and slowly gripped her wand, and stood up.
"Oh thank Merlin!" another voice screamed, from the shadows.
Then Ron came running towards Harry, and hugged both Hermione, and Harry, "Thank Merlin you're ok!" he screamed again.
Chanse smiled with delight, but then she waited to see if anyone else was coming out of the shadows, but no one did. So Chanse turned back around and looked down at Oliver, and she slowly fell to her knees, and landed next to Oliver's lifeless body.
"Chanse?" Hermione whispered, as she walked over to Chanse and placed her hand on Chanse's shoulder.
"Yeah..." Chanse whispered back as her voice faded.
"They're over here!" Someone yelled from the forest.
Chanse, Harry, Hermione, and Ron all looked up and into the forest, trying to see who said that.
A few minutes later they heard rustling in the forest, "Get behind me." Chanse whispered to the trio. They all quickly stood behind Chanse, and looked from behind her.
Chanse slowly pulled her wand out of her pocket, and gripped it tightly in her hands. She took a deep breath in has she held the wand up, straight, and pointed in the direction of the noises, "Come on they're over here...quickly before they leave!" the voice yelled once again.
Harry put his arm around Hermione, and Ron put his arm around her too, "What are you guys doing?" Hermione whispered as she pushed their arms off of her, "I can take care of myself...actually," Hermione turned to Ron, "If I remember correctly, which most likely I'm remembering right, I have to safe your ass most of the time." Hermione laughed, as did Harry, but all Ron did was blush.
"Look there they are!" A different voice yelled.
"Yeah!" The first voice yelled.
Chanse swung her other hand behind her, and pulled the trio closer to her back, and took a stance, and held her wand tighter.
"Chanse!" two voices screamed, as two shadows ran towards Chanse.
Chanse's mouth dropped, and her wand, "Cho? Angelina?" Chanse whispered, as she ran into their arms.
"We had a bad feeling so we went and got Dumbledore, and went to the Forbidden Forest and on the way there we saw Hagrid, and we got worried because someone had used..."
"Petrificus Totalus?"
"Yeah, how'd you know?"
"Because I did it to him," Chanse whispered, and Cho's mouthed dropped open, and Angelina laughed, "I had to otherwise he would follow me into the forest, and that could have gotten Harry and..." Chanse took a deep breath in, "and Oliver..." Chanse held back her tears as she looked down at the ground, "they could have been..." Chanse trailed off. "Chanse?" Angelina stopped laughing and put her arm around Chanse.
"Children help me." Dumbledore yelled from behind the kids.
Angelina, Cho, Harry, Hermione, and Ron all turned around, but Chanse didn't move an inch, and saw the old wizard bent over Oliver's dead body.
Cho started to gag at the sight of Oliver's dead body, and Angelina cupped her mouth, with her hands, and slowly walked over to Oliver's body. Harry and Ron slowly followed behind Angelina, towards Oliver's body, and helped picked it up. When Cho saw everyone helping, she took a small breath in and slowly walked over to the group, and helped carry Oliver, back to Hogwarts, as fast as they could.
Hermione walked over to Chanse and grabbed her hand, and turned her around, "I'm here, if you want to talk to anyone." Hermione softly smiled.
"All I want is Oliver back..." Chanse softly whispered, as her voice faded off.
Hermione pulled Chanse closer to her and hugged her.
Chanse couldn't take it anymore; she began to cry hard on Hermione's shoulder. "Chanse it's ok...Dumbledore, will get Oliver the best help out there..."
"No it's not ok," Chanse pushed off of Hermione, "Firenze told me a way to bring him back, and I let Firenze die, before he could finish telling me how to save Oliver." Chanse wiped her tears, and turned and started to slowly walk after Oliver's body.
"Chanse!" Hermione screamed as she chased after Chanse.
She finally caught up to her and grabbed her arm. "Chanse..." Hermione whispered to Chanse, but Chanse didn't do anything she was to busy watching Angelina, Cho, Harry, and Ron carry Oliver's body, while being led by Dumbledore.
They all continued walking and when they got to the gates of Hogwarts, Chanse stopped and watched, Hagrid take Oliver off of the groups hands, and follow behind Dumbledore into the Hogwarts ground.
No one noticed that Chanse had stopped, and they all continued walking in, except Cho. "It's my entire fault..." Chanse faded off.
"No Chanse it's not!" Cho yelled at Chanse. "You couldn't have stopped Voldemort from taking Oliver or killing Oliver..." Chanse looked at Cho with tears in her eyes, "look at the positive side, you saved your own flesh and blood." Cho smirked.
"But I could have brought Oliver back to life!" Chanse screamed at Cho, as she ran towards Hogwarts' gates.
"CHANSE!" Cho screamed as she ran after her.
Just before Chanse was about to go into Hogwarts Cho grabbed her hand, "Chanse..." Chanse turned around to Cho, and had tears running all down her face, "you can still save him." Chanse began to cry harder, "Chanse don't cry." Cho pulled Chanse closer and hugged her.
"That's just the thing I don't know what the last thing is to revive Oliver...so I can't save him."
"You don't know that." Cho pulled Chanse off her, and wiped Chanse's tears, and slowly led her into Hogwarts.