Chapter 25: It's Not Your Fault
Cho opened the gates to Hogwarts, and as soon as she opened them, Chanse buried her head in Cho's shoulder. "It's ok." Cho whispered to Chanse.
When Cho opened the gates, and walked in with Chanse, she looked around and saw that everyone from the school was out in the courtyard, talking and whispering to each other.
Cho pulled Chanse closer to her and slowly pushed her way through the crowd of people in the courtyard. The more Cho started to push through the more she noticed she didn't really need to push through...people were just kind of moving out of the way.
When Cho reached the fountain, she turned around, Chanse was still buried in her arms, and Cho looked around and saw everyone in the courtyard staring at Chanse and herself. Cho looked around trying to tell if everyone was sad, mad, happy...but Cho couldn't make out what they all were feeling.
"Come on Chanse." Cho whispered to Chanse, as she started making her way through the crowd again, towards the hospital wing.
When Cho finally made it to the hospital wing, she sat Chanse down in a waiting room chair, and walked over to Mrs. Pomfrey's desk, "Can Oliver Wood see people?"
Mrs. Pomfrey looked over her charts, over and over again, and Chanse slowly stood up, and when she got her balance she walked over to the nurse's desk, and watched as she checked her charts. "Um...Oliver Wood..." Chanse slowly walked away, towards the windows, in the office, "Wood, Oliver..."
Chanse looked to her left and saw Cho still waiting for Mrs. Pomfrey to find out if Oliver could see people or not. Then she looked to her right and saw a large white door shut, with a small window on it. The window was slightly opened. Chanse turned her head and tried not to move, and still look in the room. But she couldn't see anything, "Oliver Wood...What year is he?"
"Sixth." Cho said with a little irritation in her voice.
"Oliver Wood, sixth year..." Mrs. Pomfrey continued to look over her charts.
Chanse turned her head around more and more, trying to see in the room but she couldn't. She looked over at Cho and Mrs. Pomfrey, "Wood, Oliver, sixth year..." she continued looking, Chanse slowly, and quietly, walked over closer and closer to the door.
When she was right next to the door she listened closely as she heard yells coming from inside, "No I want the best room, for my little boy!" And woman screamed, in a thick Scottish accent.
"I have to agree with her Dumbledore, carle (old man in Scottish)." a man softly said, with a deep Scottish accent.
"You also agree the best care" The woman said softly, as had obviously calmed down a bit.
Then Chanse heard a mumble in agreement, "And...I hate to do this Dumbledore, because you know the Woods," Chanse pressed closer to the door, "are good cronies (friend in Scottish) of Hogwarts, but with all the wrang (wrong is Scottish) doings going on here, I'm fear't (afraid in Scottish) we are going to..."
"Found it," yelled Mrs. Pomfrey, as Chanse quickly looked over at her, "Oliver, Wood, Sixth year, with an injury to his heart, deep serious wound..."
"But can we see him?!" Cho shouted.
"Calm down, you're going to have to wait, to see him." Mrs. Pomfrey signaled Cho to sit down, in the waiting chairs.
Cho turned around to sit down next to Chanse but she didn't see anyone, "Chanse?" Cho asked.
"I'm over here..." Chanse whispered, as Cho looked over at Chanse, "AHHHH!" Chanse screamed as she fell into the hospital room.
"Oh I'm sorry, love." Mrs. Wood said as she helped Chanse up.
"Dumbledore, we'll finish the talk later." Mr. Wood nodded to Dumbledore, and stepped over Chanse and helped her up, from behind.
"Are you here to see my dear, Oliver?" Mrs. Wood asked, sweetly.
"Um..." Chanse looked at the short Scottish woman, and the very tall Scottish man, "yes I am."
"I don't recognize you..." Mrs. Wood looked Chanse over, "Are you Katie Bell?"
"Um...no." Chanse laughed
"Because I was going to say, wow Katie you dyed your hair, and cut it all off." Mrs. Wood laughed, and Chanse laughed back.
"You're new aren't you?" Mr. Wood smirked, the same way Oliver did.
Chanse turned around and faced Mr. Wood, and nodded, "Yes I am, sir."
"Oh please, don't call us sir and madam...please, if you're a friend of Oliver's just call us by our first names," Mr. Wood laughed, "Call me Maxwell..." Chanse shook Maxwell's hand.
"And you can call me," Chanse turned around to Mrs. Wood, "Kyla." Chanse smiled at Kyla and shook her hand.
"How's Oliver doing?" Chanse softly asked.
"You can go in if you'd like..." Kyla smiled.
"Thank you." Chanse slowly walked into Oliver's room, and saw Dobby, a house-elf, and Winky, the other house-elf, quickly working away, trying to move Oliver out of the room.
"Excuse me, coming through." Dobby shouted at Chanse, she quickly moved to the side and watched Dobby and Winky roll Oliver out of the room, and down the hall, and into a room at the end of the hall.
"What are they doing?" Chanse asked, as she walked out next to Kyla.
"We demanded a better room, for Oliver...so they're moving him to a better room." Maxwell whispered.
Chanse nodded, and continued to watch Dobby ands Winky rolled Oliver into his new room, as Kyla and Maxwell followed behind them. "What a nice girl..." Kyla said, to her husband.
"Yes she was...But what was her name?"
"I don't know..." Kyla shrugged, as she turned into Oliver's room.
"Chanse you ok?" Cho whispered, as she stood up and put her arm around Chanse.
"Did you see him?" Chanse whispered back. As she looked down the hall and saw Dumbledore walked in, the room, and Dobby and Winky leave.
"Yeah," Cho asked with confusion in her voice, as she too, stared down the hall.
"All those tubes and fluids going in and out of him..." Chanse slightly whispered back to her.
"Chanse it's not your fault! You know..." Cho was interrupted
"But I can't help but feel that I could have stopped what happened to him..."
Chanse quickly shut up as she heard yells from a room. "Oh no!" Mrs. Pomfrey, quickly pushed away from her desk, and ran down the hallway, checking in every room, till she came to the end room, where Oliver was staying.
Mrs. Pomfrey peeked her head in, and didn't say anything; she nodded her head, and walked back down the hallway. "Mrs. Pomfrey is everything ok?" Chanse asked, as she walked over to Mrs. Pomfrey's desk.
"Yes everything is fine..." she said as she continued to scribble in her charts, "you might want to be getting back to your houses." She quickly looked up and smiled, and then went back to scribbling.
Chanse looked over at Cho, with confusion, and they both shrugged their shoulders, and started to go sit down, when they heard yelling from Oliver's room again, "Dumbledore that's final!" Kyla softly shouted, as she walked out of the room.
"Dumbledore I'm sorry, but I do agree with my carline (Old woman in Scottish)." Maxwell nodded his head, and walked out of the room, running after his wife.
"Kyla, is everything ok?" Chanse softly asked.
"Oh yes, dear..." Kyla stopped and walked over to Chanse, and put her hand on Chanse's shoulder, "Don't worry yourself." Kyla smiled. "I was wondering..."
"Yes?"
"What's your name?"
"Oh," Chanse laughed, "Foxlin Chanse Jack...Foxlin Chanse Jackson...or, Foxlin Chanse Potter."
"Oh so your Chanse right?" Kyla asked, and Chanse nodded. Kyla, quickly, pulled Chanse over to the waiting room chairs and sat down "So you're the girl who's related to Mr. Harry Potter?" Chanse nodded again, "So you're the girl my Oliver, has been talking about?" Chanse blushed, and nodded, "He was right...you are a pretty one." Kyla laughed, but Chanse just blushed harder.
When Chanse heard Kyla stop laughing, she looked up and saw Kyla, with eyes that looked like they wanted to cry, but they were to busy, trying to figure out a puzzle, that was missing pieces. "So you were in the forest..." Kyla's voice faded off, and Chanse nodded, "What happened?" She said, and held back her tears, as much as she could, but her eyes teared up, and Maxwell came and sat down next to Kyla and put his arm around her, and looked at Chanse, with a fake smile across his face.
Chanse looked down at the ground, and then Cho sat down next to her and put her arm around, her friend, "Hello Cho." Maxwell laughed, holding back his tears.
"Hello Mr. Wood...I mean Maxwell." Cho laughed, as she nudged Chanse.
Maxwell kissed the side of his wife's head and then looked back at Chanse.
Chanse looked up at Cho, smiled, and took a deep breath and began to tell Kyla and Maxwell what happened in the forest earlier, "See I got this bad feeling..."
Chanse continued telling the story, trying to hold back her tears, as she watched Kyla gasped, as Chanse described Firenze's dead body, when Oliver stood up to Voldemort, and when Oliver died, Kyla began to softly cry to herself. "Thank you Chanse..." Maxwell said, as Kyla collected herself, and nodded, "We best be going now." Maxwell said, as he and Kyla stood up, as did Chanse and Cho.
They all shook hands, and gave hugs, and Chanse and Cho watched as Kyla and Maxwell left the hospital.
Chanse turned around to Cho, "I want to see Oliver." She sad, with tears in her eyes.
"But, Mrs. Pomfrey said..."
"Screw what Mrs. Pomfrey said...I need to see him." Chanse said as she blinked a tear. Cho watched a sparkling tear, from the sunlight, ran down Chanse's face, and fell off her cheek, and splashed on the floor.
"Ok," Cho nodded, "I'll distract her, and you get to Oliver." Chanse nodded as she walked over to the door, and watched Cho.
"Mrs. Pomfrey?"
"Yes, Cho how may I help you?" Mrs. Pomfrey said with a smile, as she looked up from her papers.
"Um..." Cho looked around the office, "Yeah um...I hurt my ankle last Quidditch match, and I was wondering if you wouldn't mind taking a look at it." Cho smiled a really fake smile.
"O...k, Come here." Mrs. Pomfrey put down her papers, and slid over to the side of her desk, "Put you foot up on my lap."
Cho looked at Chanse, and then back at Mrs. Pomfrey, "You want to look at it out here?" Cho asked nervously, as she flakily limped over to the side of the desk.
"Why not? I mean if it's more serious then, I'll take you in the back, and wrap it, but otherwise, why not check it here?" Mrs. Pomfrey laughed, and she slapped her hands on her lap, for Cho to put her foot up on her lap.
Cho looked at Chanse, and slowly moved her foot up onto Mrs. Pomfrey's lap, and as soon as Cho set her foot down on Mrs. Pomfrey's lap, she looked over at Chanse, and nodded with a smile. "Mrs. Pomfrey I think I'm losing my...AHHHH!" Cho fell backwards.
"Oh, Cho!" Mrs. Pomfrey shouted, and she jumped out of her seat and sat on the ground, and tried to help Cho up, but Cho wouldn't let her.
Cho turned her head to the side and saw Chanse, still standing there, 'Go' Cho mouthed to Chanse.
Chanse quickly snapped out of her daze, and nodded, and took off running, quietly, down the hallway to Oliver's room.
When Chanse was at the end of the hallway, she stopped right next to Oliver's door, which was closed, and she looked back down the hallway, as she saw Cho, quickly stand up, and dust off her robe, "I'm alright Mrs. Pomfrey, I just lost my balance, and I just with losing my balance, my ankle was fixed, cause I feel fine now." Cho laughed.
"Are you sure? Cause that was a nasty spill you just took there." Mrs. Pomfrey said nervously as she lowered herself back into her chair.
Cho looked down the hallway and saw Chanse standing there; watching her and Mrs. Pomfrey, Cho raised her eyebrows at Chanse, and then quickly turned back around, and looked down at Mrs. Pomfrey. Cho quickly grabbed Mrs. Pomfrey's hands, as Mrs. Pomfrey started to turn and look down the hallway, where Chanse was, "Um...Well if you wouldn't mind, would you please check my knee out to make sure I didn't hurt anything?" Cho forced a smile, as she looked at Chanse out of the corner of her eye, "Wouldn't want anything messed up, for Quidditch!" Cho laughed.
"Ok." Mrs. Pomfrey laughed, as she bent down and looked at Cho's knee, "Does this hurt?" Cho wasn't paying attention to Mrs. Pomfrey; she was to busy flagging Chanse to go into Oliver's room. "Cho?" She waited for a response but didn't get one...
"Cho?" Mrs. Pomfrey tried again, "Ok what is so interesting down the hall, that you can't even pay attention to me?" Mrs. Pomfrey shouted.
"Huh? What? Oh...that didn't hurt!" Cho shouted, as she tried to step in front of Mrs. Pomfrey.
"What? Cho move!" Mrs. Pomfrey shouted.
While Cho was moving her body in front of the small nurse, Chanse quickly opened the door to Oliver's hospital room, and ducked in there.
"CHO MOVE NOW OR FIFTY POINTS WILL BE TAKEN FROM RAVENCLAW!" Mrs. Pomfrey screamed. Cho's shoulders dropped, and she stepped to the side, "Thank you...I'm sorry I didn't mean to shout, but you would move."
Cho nodded, and walked out of the hospital, and sat outside the door.
"What was she looking at?" Mrs. Pomfrey looked down the hallway and saw nothing, "Crazy girl, she's probably worked up, because her friend was almost got killed, Oliver's hanging onto life by a thread, and O.W.L.S. are coming up...poor girl." Mrs. Pomfrey whispered, as she walked back to her desk.
Outside the hospital Cho quickly sighed with relief as she walked back out into the courtyard, "I hope Chanse is ok." Cho thought.
"I'm fine." Chanse laughed, in Cho's head.
"How'd you do that? Or this? I mean only seventh years learn how to telepathically communicate, and they don't learn it till after O.W.L.S...shit I need to study for those!" Cho laughed.
"Well my real parents put a spell on me, so that I could telepathically communicate with Geno, and since I could do that at a young age, I just picked up on being able to do it with other people...but only I can make the connection with other people who don't know how to do it."
"Oh." Cho sighed, and then laughed.
"Well...Chanse out." Chanse broke the connection before Cho could say goodbye.
"Hey Cho, is Chanse ok?" Angelina yelled from across the courtyard, as she ran towards Cho, with Hermione was running behind her, with Harry and Ron.
"Hey!" Cho yelled back to them.
"How's Chanse?" Angelina gasped, as she stopped in front of Cho.
"She's fine."
"How's Oliver?" Harry asked curiously.
Cho turned around and looked up at the window, to Oliver's room, and then looked back at Harry, "I honestly don't know...only Chanse, Oliver's parents, Dumbledore, and Mrs. Pomfrey would know that." Cho softly said.
"Wait," Ron pushed his way in front of Hermione and Harry, "How would Chanse know?"
"She's in Oliver's room right now." Cho turned around again and looked back up at the window...
Back in Oliver's room...
Chanse was facing the door, hoofing and gasping for breath, as her heart raced. "That was close." Chanse whispered to herself, as she leaned her head against the door.
When Chanse caught her breath she closed her eyes and turned around, and leaned against the door, again.
Chanse remembered where she was, and she slowly started to open her, praying that Oliver would be alright, and sitting up in his bed.
While Chanse was opening her eyes she looked down at the ground, and then the more her eyes opened, then more she lifted her head to look at Oliver...
Chanse cupped her hands over her mouth, as she gasped at the sight of Oliver...
Chanse slowly walked over to Oliver's bedside, as she looked at all the tubes pumping fluids in Oliver, and other tubes taking fluids out of Oliver. She sat down and looked above her head and saw the IV next to the oxygen tank.
The more Chanse looked around the room, the more her eyes filled with tears, and then more she felt her chest tighten up, and her heart fall apart, "Oliver..." She whispered, and let her voice fade off, and eyes began to build tears.
Cho opened the gates to Hogwarts, and as soon as she opened them, Chanse buried her head in Cho's shoulder. "It's ok." Cho whispered to Chanse.
When Cho opened the gates, and walked in with Chanse, she looked around and saw that everyone from the school was out in the courtyard, talking and whispering to each other.
Cho pulled Chanse closer to her and slowly pushed her way through the crowd of people in the courtyard. The more Cho started to push through the more she noticed she didn't really need to push through...people were just kind of moving out of the way.
When Cho reached the fountain, she turned around, Chanse was still buried in her arms, and Cho looked around and saw everyone in the courtyard staring at Chanse and herself. Cho looked around trying to tell if everyone was sad, mad, happy...but Cho couldn't make out what they all were feeling.
"Come on Chanse." Cho whispered to Chanse, as she started making her way through the crowd again, towards the hospital wing.
When Cho finally made it to the hospital wing, she sat Chanse down in a waiting room chair, and walked over to Mrs. Pomfrey's desk, "Can Oliver Wood see people?"
Mrs. Pomfrey looked over her charts, over and over again, and Chanse slowly stood up, and when she got her balance she walked over to the nurse's desk, and watched as she checked her charts. "Um...Oliver Wood..." Chanse slowly walked away, towards the windows, in the office, "Wood, Oliver..."
Chanse looked to her left and saw Cho still waiting for Mrs. Pomfrey to find out if Oliver could see people or not. Then she looked to her right and saw a large white door shut, with a small window on it. The window was slightly opened. Chanse turned her head and tried not to move, and still look in the room. But she couldn't see anything, "Oliver Wood...What year is he?"
"Sixth." Cho said with a little irritation in her voice.
"Oliver Wood, sixth year..." Mrs. Pomfrey continued to look over her charts.
Chanse turned her head around more and more, trying to see in the room but she couldn't. She looked over at Cho and Mrs. Pomfrey, "Wood, Oliver, sixth year..." she continued looking, Chanse slowly, and quietly, walked over closer and closer to the door.
When she was right next to the door she listened closely as she heard yells coming from inside, "No I want the best room, for my little boy!" And woman screamed, in a thick Scottish accent.
"I have to agree with her Dumbledore, carle (old man in Scottish)." a man softly said, with a deep Scottish accent.
"You also agree the best care" The woman said softly, as had obviously calmed down a bit.
Then Chanse heard a mumble in agreement, "And...I hate to do this Dumbledore, because you know the Woods," Chanse pressed closer to the door, "are good cronies (friend in Scottish) of Hogwarts, but with all the wrang (wrong is Scottish) doings going on here, I'm fear't (afraid in Scottish) we are going to..."
"Found it," yelled Mrs. Pomfrey, as Chanse quickly looked over at her, "Oliver, Wood, Sixth year, with an injury to his heart, deep serious wound..."
"But can we see him?!" Cho shouted.
"Calm down, you're going to have to wait, to see him." Mrs. Pomfrey signaled Cho to sit down, in the waiting chairs.
Cho turned around to sit down next to Chanse but she didn't see anyone, "Chanse?" Cho asked.
"I'm over here..." Chanse whispered, as Cho looked over at Chanse, "AHHHH!" Chanse screamed as she fell into the hospital room.
"Oh I'm sorry, love." Mrs. Wood said as she helped Chanse up.
"Dumbledore, we'll finish the talk later." Mr. Wood nodded to Dumbledore, and stepped over Chanse and helped her up, from behind.
"Are you here to see my dear, Oliver?" Mrs. Wood asked, sweetly.
"Um..." Chanse looked at the short Scottish woman, and the very tall Scottish man, "yes I am."
"I don't recognize you..." Mrs. Wood looked Chanse over, "Are you Katie Bell?"
"Um...no." Chanse laughed
"Because I was going to say, wow Katie you dyed your hair, and cut it all off." Mrs. Wood laughed, and Chanse laughed back.
"You're new aren't you?" Mr. Wood smirked, the same way Oliver did.
Chanse turned around and faced Mr. Wood, and nodded, "Yes I am, sir."
"Oh please, don't call us sir and madam...please, if you're a friend of Oliver's just call us by our first names," Mr. Wood laughed, "Call me Maxwell..." Chanse shook Maxwell's hand.
"And you can call me," Chanse turned around to Mrs. Wood, "Kyla." Chanse smiled at Kyla and shook her hand.
"How's Oliver doing?" Chanse softly asked.
"You can go in if you'd like..." Kyla smiled.
"Thank you." Chanse slowly walked into Oliver's room, and saw Dobby, a house-elf, and Winky, the other house-elf, quickly working away, trying to move Oliver out of the room.
"Excuse me, coming through." Dobby shouted at Chanse, she quickly moved to the side and watched Dobby and Winky roll Oliver out of the room, and down the hall, and into a room at the end of the hall.
"What are they doing?" Chanse asked, as she walked out next to Kyla.
"We demanded a better room, for Oliver...so they're moving him to a better room." Maxwell whispered.
Chanse nodded, and continued to watch Dobby ands Winky rolled Oliver into his new room, as Kyla and Maxwell followed behind them. "What a nice girl..." Kyla said, to her husband.
"Yes she was...But what was her name?"
"I don't know..." Kyla shrugged, as she turned into Oliver's room.
"Chanse you ok?" Cho whispered, as she stood up and put her arm around Chanse.
"Did you see him?" Chanse whispered back. As she looked down the hall and saw Dumbledore walked in, the room, and Dobby and Winky leave.
"Yeah," Cho asked with confusion in her voice, as she too, stared down the hall.
"All those tubes and fluids going in and out of him..." Chanse slightly whispered back to her.
"Chanse it's not your fault! You know..." Cho was interrupted
"But I can't help but feel that I could have stopped what happened to him..."
Chanse quickly shut up as she heard yells from a room. "Oh no!" Mrs. Pomfrey, quickly pushed away from her desk, and ran down the hallway, checking in every room, till she came to the end room, where Oliver was staying.
Mrs. Pomfrey peeked her head in, and didn't say anything; she nodded her head, and walked back down the hallway. "Mrs. Pomfrey is everything ok?" Chanse asked, as she walked over to Mrs. Pomfrey's desk.
"Yes everything is fine..." she said as she continued to scribble in her charts, "you might want to be getting back to your houses." She quickly looked up and smiled, and then went back to scribbling.
Chanse looked over at Cho, with confusion, and they both shrugged their shoulders, and started to go sit down, when they heard yelling from Oliver's room again, "Dumbledore that's final!" Kyla softly shouted, as she walked out of the room.
"Dumbledore I'm sorry, but I do agree with my carline (Old woman in Scottish)." Maxwell nodded his head, and walked out of the room, running after his wife.
"Kyla, is everything ok?" Chanse softly asked.
"Oh yes, dear..." Kyla stopped and walked over to Chanse, and put her hand on Chanse's shoulder, "Don't worry yourself." Kyla smiled. "I was wondering..."
"Yes?"
"What's your name?"
"Oh," Chanse laughed, "Foxlin Chanse Jack...Foxlin Chanse Jackson...or, Foxlin Chanse Potter."
"Oh so your Chanse right?" Kyla asked, and Chanse nodded. Kyla, quickly, pulled Chanse over to the waiting room chairs and sat down "So you're the girl who's related to Mr. Harry Potter?" Chanse nodded again, "So you're the girl my Oliver, has been talking about?" Chanse blushed, and nodded, "He was right...you are a pretty one." Kyla laughed, but Chanse just blushed harder.
When Chanse heard Kyla stop laughing, she looked up and saw Kyla, with eyes that looked like they wanted to cry, but they were to busy, trying to figure out a puzzle, that was missing pieces. "So you were in the forest..." Kyla's voice faded off, and Chanse nodded, "What happened?" She said, and held back her tears, as much as she could, but her eyes teared up, and Maxwell came and sat down next to Kyla and put his arm around her, and looked at Chanse, with a fake smile across his face.
Chanse looked down at the ground, and then Cho sat down next to her and put her arm around, her friend, "Hello Cho." Maxwell laughed, holding back his tears.
"Hello Mr. Wood...I mean Maxwell." Cho laughed, as she nudged Chanse.
Maxwell kissed the side of his wife's head and then looked back at Chanse.
Chanse looked up at Cho, smiled, and took a deep breath and began to tell Kyla and Maxwell what happened in the forest earlier, "See I got this bad feeling..."
Chanse continued telling the story, trying to hold back her tears, as she watched Kyla gasped, as Chanse described Firenze's dead body, when Oliver stood up to Voldemort, and when Oliver died, Kyla began to softly cry to herself. "Thank you Chanse..." Maxwell said, as Kyla collected herself, and nodded, "We best be going now." Maxwell said, as he and Kyla stood up, as did Chanse and Cho.
They all shook hands, and gave hugs, and Chanse and Cho watched as Kyla and Maxwell left the hospital.
Chanse turned around to Cho, "I want to see Oliver." She sad, with tears in her eyes.
"But, Mrs. Pomfrey said..."
"Screw what Mrs. Pomfrey said...I need to see him." Chanse said as she blinked a tear. Cho watched a sparkling tear, from the sunlight, ran down Chanse's face, and fell off her cheek, and splashed on the floor.
"Ok," Cho nodded, "I'll distract her, and you get to Oliver." Chanse nodded as she walked over to the door, and watched Cho.
"Mrs. Pomfrey?"
"Yes, Cho how may I help you?" Mrs. Pomfrey said with a smile, as she looked up from her papers.
"Um..." Cho looked around the office, "Yeah um...I hurt my ankle last Quidditch match, and I was wondering if you wouldn't mind taking a look at it." Cho smiled a really fake smile.
"O...k, Come here." Mrs. Pomfrey put down her papers, and slid over to the side of her desk, "Put you foot up on my lap."
Cho looked at Chanse, and then back at Mrs. Pomfrey, "You want to look at it out here?" Cho asked nervously, as she flakily limped over to the side of the desk.
"Why not? I mean if it's more serious then, I'll take you in the back, and wrap it, but otherwise, why not check it here?" Mrs. Pomfrey laughed, and she slapped her hands on her lap, for Cho to put her foot up on her lap.
Cho looked at Chanse, and slowly moved her foot up onto Mrs. Pomfrey's lap, and as soon as Cho set her foot down on Mrs. Pomfrey's lap, she looked over at Chanse, and nodded with a smile. "Mrs. Pomfrey I think I'm losing my...AHHHH!" Cho fell backwards.
"Oh, Cho!" Mrs. Pomfrey shouted, and she jumped out of her seat and sat on the ground, and tried to help Cho up, but Cho wouldn't let her.
Cho turned her head to the side and saw Chanse, still standing there, 'Go' Cho mouthed to Chanse.
Chanse quickly snapped out of her daze, and nodded, and took off running, quietly, down the hallway to Oliver's room.
When Chanse was at the end of the hallway, she stopped right next to Oliver's door, which was closed, and she looked back down the hallway, as she saw Cho, quickly stand up, and dust off her robe, "I'm alright Mrs. Pomfrey, I just lost my balance, and I just with losing my balance, my ankle was fixed, cause I feel fine now." Cho laughed.
"Are you sure? Cause that was a nasty spill you just took there." Mrs. Pomfrey said nervously as she lowered herself back into her chair.
Cho looked down the hallway and saw Chanse standing there; watching her and Mrs. Pomfrey, Cho raised her eyebrows at Chanse, and then quickly turned back around, and looked down at Mrs. Pomfrey. Cho quickly grabbed Mrs. Pomfrey's hands, as Mrs. Pomfrey started to turn and look down the hallway, where Chanse was, "Um...Well if you wouldn't mind, would you please check my knee out to make sure I didn't hurt anything?" Cho forced a smile, as she looked at Chanse out of the corner of her eye, "Wouldn't want anything messed up, for Quidditch!" Cho laughed.
"Ok." Mrs. Pomfrey laughed, as she bent down and looked at Cho's knee, "Does this hurt?" Cho wasn't paying attention to Mrs. Pomfrey; she was to busy flagging Chanse to go into Oliver's room. "Cho?" She waited for a response but didn't get one...
"Cho?" Mrs. Pomfrey tried again, "Ok what is so interesting down the hall, that you can't even pay attention to me?" Mrs. Pomfrey shouted.
"Huh? What? Oh...that didn't hurt!" Cho shouted, as she tried to step in front of Mrs. Pomfrey.
"What? Cho move!" Mrs. Pomfrey shouted.
While Cho was moving her body in front of the small nurse, Chanse quickly opened the door to Oliver's hospital room, and ducked in there.
"CHO MOVE NOW OR FIFTY POINTS WILL BE TAKEN FROM RAVENCLAW!" Mrs. Pomfrey screamed. Cho's shoulders dropped, and she stepped to the side, "Thank you...I'm sorry I didn't mean to shout, but you would move."
Cho nodded, and walked out of the hospital, and sat outside the door.
"What was she looking at?" Mrs. Pomfrey looked down the hallway and saw nothing, "Crazy girl, she's probably worked up, because her friend was almost got killed, Oliver's hanging onto life by a thread, and O.W.L.S. are coming up...poor girl." Mrs. Pomfrey whispered, as she walked back to her desk.
Outside the hospital Cho quickly sighed with relief as she walked back out into the courtyard, "I hope Chanse is ok." Cho thought.
"I'm fine." Chanse laughed, in Cho's head.
"How'd you do that? Or this? I mean only seventh years learn how to telepathically communicate, and they don't learn it till after O.W.L.S...shit I need to study for those!" Cho laughed.
"Well my real parents put a spell on me, so that I could telepathically communicate with Geno, and since I could do that at a young age, I just picked up on being able to do it with other people...but only I can make the connection with other people who don't know how to do it."
"Oh." Cho sighed, and then laughed.
"Well...Chanse out." Chanse broke the connection before Cho could say goodbye.
"Hey Cho, is Chanse ok?" Angelina yelled from across the courtyard, as she ran towards Cho, with Hermione was running behind her, with Harry and Ron.
"Hey!" Cho yelled back to them.
"How's Chanse?" Angelina gasped, as she stopped in front of Cho.
"She's fine."
"How's Oliver?" Harry asked curiously.
Cho turned around and looked up at the window, to Oliver's room, and then looked back at Harry, "I honestly don't know...only Chanse, Oliver's parents, Dumbledore, and Mrs. Pomfrey would know that." Cho softly said.
"Wait," Ron pushed his way in front of Hermione and Harry, "How would Chanse know?"
"She's in Oliver's room right now." Cho turned around again and looked back up at the window...
Back in Oliver's room...
Chanse was facing the door, hoofing and gasping for breath, as her heart raced. "That was close." Chanse whispered to herself, as she leaned her head against the door.
When Chanse caught her breath she closed her eyes and turned around, and leaned against the door, again.
Chanse remembered where she was, and she slowly started to open her, praying that Oliver would be alright, and sitting up in his bed.
While Chanse was opening her eyes she looked down at the ground, and then the more her eyes opened, then more she lifted her head to look at Oliver...
Chanse cupped her hands over her mouth, as she gasped at the sight of Oliver...
Chanse slowly walked over to Oliver's bedside, as she looked at all the tubes pumping fluids in Oliver, and other tubes taking fluids out of Oliver. She sat down and looked above her head and saw the IV next to the oxygen tank.
The more Chanse looked around the room, the more her eyes filled with tears, and then more she felt her chest tighten up, and her heart fall apart, "Oliver..." She whispered, and let her voice fade off, and eyes began to build tears.