Disclaimer: I hold no responsibility to any of the Harry Potter characters.
JK Rowling is the rightful copyrighted owner of all Harry Potter
characters and all things mentioned in her book, this is simply a ff
created in my imagination.
A sudden rush of anger and sadness came upon Harry. He didn't know what was going on. "What is Cho playing at? Last days of her life? She loves me but she leaves me, what kind of lame excuse is that?" Harry wanted to scream! No one could feel that pain he was in, he felt used, by the only person he's ever loved, the one who made him felt love (for a while). He hated Cho for leaving.
It has been a month and Harry came to the hospital for a body checkup, something he had to do to keep his record in the muggle world. Harry walked to the receptionist. "Excuse me, which floor is Dr. Winslow's office at? I need a checkup."
The lady was busy, caught up in a nosey conversation. "Honey go look for it!" She hissed.
"Is it on the third floor?" Harry asked, careful not to let his anger sneak into his voice.
The woman, who had a crooked nose and a pointy chin waved her hand a bit, shooing Harry away. Harry ignored her and got to the third floor, circling it a few times and couldn't find Dr. Winslow's office anywhere. He was about to interrupt one of the two people walking out of a room, but realized they were to caught up in their conversation. The air that rushed out of the room as the door closed, sting Harry's face. He eavesdropped on the doctor and the nurse's conversation.
"Poor dear, she seems so sank down since she came back a month ago. Her condition's just worse than expected. She seems so disappointed that she lost her beautiful, black hair. She's got the prettiest hair, I've ever seen." The older man said.
The nurse said nothing, but nodded in sympathy. "She's so young, only turned 20 a few months ago, it's a pity. Does her parents know about her." The nurse asked.
"No, she figured it was better that I tell them afterwards. She didn't want to leave with her parents mourning by her bedside. If she doesn't get someone to donate some bone marrow to her soon, she's really going to." Both of the talkers kept silent and disappeared into a muggle technology, the lift.
Feeling something familiar about the room, Harry pushed the door opened and found the unbearable hospital smell worse than the outside of the room. There were medicines and medical appliances everywhere in the room. He figured this room must be reserved for some really sick patient. Maybe it was because he was wearing only a T-shirt, but he felt a cold rush through his spines as he walked further into the dark room. He arrived in front of a bubble-like chamber. The rage he had in him burned down, from the sight of someone in the chamber. In there was a girl, burying her head in her knees. Harry could see long locks of radiant, black hair on the floor. Tears were beginning to fill behind his deep, emerald eyes. He now know everything that happened only a month ago. He collected some strength and uttered out, "Cho?"
The girl turned around, showing a pair of dull, muddy-brown eyes, which was once a brilliant penetrating brown with a spark. Her lips were unbelievably pale, matching her pale skin. She slouched, making her look weaker than she is now. She immediately covered herself with a bed sheet and gripped onto it tightly. "Don't look at me!" She cried, almost begging.
The room was silent, except for the sound of the ventilation system. Harry knows that Cho didn't want him to see her like that. Tears collected by the sucked them back in.
"Cho," he began, "I want you to know, I did not spend the last month with you out of the pity of my heart! I love you with all my might." Harry paused a long pause. "Every word I said to you was truthful, when I found out you were gone, everything I lived for was gone with you. Can't you see, I lived for you, you are the buttress of my strength and hope. You are the sun and I am you cloud. You are the moon and I am your star. You are my everything." Harry couldn't continue. "I love you. No matter what, I'll be your star, waiting for you patiently." Harry didn't want to leave, but he understood that Cho didn't want him to see her in such a miserable form. He could see that she was shivering under the sheets. When the door closed behind Harry, Cho whispered, "I love you too, Harry." And she fainted.
A sudden rush of anger and sadness came upon Harry. He didn't know what was going on. "What is Cho playing at? Last days of her life? She loves me but she leaves me, what kind of lame excuse is that?" Harry wanted to scream! No one could feel that pain he was in, he felt used, by the only person he's ever loved, the one who made him felt love (for a while). He hated Cho for leaving.
It has been a month and Harry came to the hospital for a body checkup, something he had to do to keep his record in the muggle world. Harry walked to the receptionist. "Excuse me, which floor is Dr. Winslow's office at? I need a checkup."
The lady was busy, caught up in a nosey conversation. "Honey go look for it!" She hissed.
"Is it on the third floor?" Harry asked, careful not to let his anger sneak into his voice.
The woman, who had a crooked nose and a pointy chin waved her hand a bit, shooing Harry away. Harry ignored her and got to the third floor, circling it a few times and couldn't find Dr. Winslow's office anywhere. He was about to interrupt one of the two people walking out of a room, but realized they were to caught up in their conversation. The air that rushed out of the room as the door closed, sting Harry's face. He eavesdropped on the doctor and the nurse's conversation.
"Poor dear, she seems so sank down since she came back a month ago. Her condition's just worse than expected. She seems so disappointed that she lost her beautiful, black hair. She's got the prettiest hair, I've ever seen." The older man said.
The nurse said nothing, but nodded in sympathy. "She's so young, only turned 20 a few months ago, it's a pity. Does her parents know about her." The nurse asked.
"No, she figured it was better that I tell them afterwards. She didn't want to leave with her parents mourning by her bedside. If she doesn't get someone to donate some bone marrow to her soon, she's really going to." Both of the talkers kept silent and disappeared into a muggle technology, the lift.
Feeling something familiar about the room, Harry pushed the door opened and found the unbearable hospital smell worse than the outside of the room. There were medicines and medical appliances everywhere in the room. He figured this room must be reserved for some really sick patient. Maybe it was because he was wearing only a T-shirt, but he felt a cold rush through his spines as he walked further into the dark room. He arrived in front of a bubble-like chamber. The rage he had in him burned down, from the sight of someone in the chamber. In there was a girl, burying her head in her knees. Harry could see long locks of radiant, black hair on the floor. Tears were beginning to fill behind his deep, emerald eyes. He now know everything that happened only a month ago. He collected some strength and uttered out, "Cho?"
The girl turned around, showing a pair of dull, muddy-brown eyes, which was once a brilliant penetrating brown with a spark. Her lips were unbelievably pale, matching her pale skin. She slouched, making her look weaker than she is now. She immediately covered herself with a bed sheet and gripped onto it tightly. "Don't look at me!" She cried, almost begging.
The room was silent, except for the sound of the ventilation system. Harry knows that Cho didn't want him to see her like that. Tears collected by the sucked them back in.
"Cho," he began, "I want you to know, I did not spend the last month with you out of the pity of my heart! I love you with all my might." Harry paused a long pause. "Every word I said to you was truthful, when I found out you were gone, everything I lived for was gone with you. Can't you see, I lived for you, you are the buttress of my strength and hope. You are the sun and I am you cloud. You are the moon and I am your star. You are my everything." Harry couldn't continue. "I love you. No matter what, I'll be your star, waiting for you patiently." Harry didn't want to leave, but he understood that Cho didn't want him to see her in such a miserable form. He could see that she was shivering under the sheets. When the door closed behind Harry, Cho whispered, "I love you too, Harry." And she fainted.