Floating in an endless sea of despair, Cho didn't have the strength to
fight the tears back. Her sorrow poured out of her in a rush and her petite
body shook with violent tremors. The world as she knew it, was crumbling
down around her and all she could do was stand there and sob.
The tears continued to fall freely, slowly splashing onto the dusty grey
floor of the hallway. With each silent teardrop, Cho began to crumple,
until, her lifeless body collapsed to the floor. Great heaving sobs racked
her small frame, as she attempted to gather her thoughts.
"Harry doesn't love me. He doesn't love me. Without him I can't. I just can't. go on."
Fear and despair rose up her throat.
"A wise man once said, 'Without love life is not worth living' I no longer have Harry's love in my life. Even if I my heart still beats and I continue to breath, I am no longer alive." Cho sobbed ferociously.
Then, a dark voice whispered from the back of her mind. "Now, darling you can't be dead. After all you still have my life source within you. My life source flows strongly through your blood. I can feel it's extraordinary presence within you, and soon I shall come and collect my greatest power."
Cho bit so hard on her lip that a crimson drop of blood welled, then dripped onto her cloak, which was pooled around her feet. The drop of blood touched her cloak with a hiss and smoke began to rise as the blood burnt a hole into her cloak, like acid. Tearful and anxious Cho gathered herself up quickly and began running down the hallway. Anxiously turning now and then to check that she was still alone in the vast corridors.
"Soon."
"Now class, I cannot stress enough, how important it is that you have your wand at a perfect 60 degree angle and say the words ' Nimmo grande potente' articulately." Professor McGonagall said sternly. "Now I shall call you up in alphabetical order and I want you each to turn your piece of string into a flower."
With a loud whack of her wand onto the table, Professor McGonagall turned sharply towards a group of Slytherin boys who had unwisely groan aloud. "You boys may think this task is frivolous, and a complete waste of time but if you wish to do more with your life than cleaning out fireplaces, then you must be able to perform tasks such as this without a single thought." A quick intake of breath, and she continued her fiery lecture. "Your end of year exam is looming and it is my job to ensure that all of you are adequately prepared. NOW, pick up your wands and practice until your name is called. Is that understood?"
" Yes, professor!" the whole class chorused.
Satisfied, McGonagall let out an indignant 'hmmmph' and turned to her table. Picking up a parchment scroll she pushed her dark rimmed glasses up higher on her nose and unrolled the scroll. Looking down at it, she impatiently called "Madeline Bloom!"
"Come Madeline, no time to waste."
A thin blonde girl walked to the front of the class. She straightened her cloak as she made her way to the front of the room. Placing her string on Professor McGonagall's table, she rubbed her prefect badge for good luck, then with her brow furrowed, lifted her wand and clearly spoke the enchantment. The small piece of string grew longer, then turned into a beautiful purple iris.
"Beautifully done, Madeline" McGonagall chirped, then looked down at her scroll once more. "Cho Chang"
Cho looked up, slightly dazed. Her small shoulders were hunched and her hand trembled as she reached for her wand. As Cho made her way to the front of the classroom, a number of her friends whispered worriedly.
"Cho's so lifeless now a days. It's as if she isn't even here." "Do you think it's because her and Harry broke up? "Nah, they weren't that close. She seems really troubled, as if someone's slowly draining life from her." "What should we do?" "What can we do? She's not talking to any of us."
With an icy glare from Professor McGonagall, the group of girls dispersed and they all looked to the front as Cho performed the spell.
Standing at the front of the class, Cho placed her piece of string on the large oak table. She lifted her violet eyes towards Professor McGonagall. The professor was shocked to see Cho's face was ghostly white with dark shadows under her eyes. Cho had always been a bright and cheerful girl but lately she seemed to have died living her body behind. She never spoke, never ate, and seemed utterly emotionless. Merely a shell of the old Cho.
"Well then, go on Cho."
Cho stared at the string for a while before lifting her wand to the correct angle. But just as she was starting to say the spell, an image flashed through her mind. It was a blurry black and white image, of Harry. and Ginny. They were enfolded in each other's arms and Harry was spinning Ginny around and around. Just as he used to do with her. They laughed and their love for each other could be seen clearly. A flash of anger ripped through Cho as she yelled "Nimmo grande pontente." An excited tremor rippled through the class room as the small piece of string transformed into a black rose.
With an eyebrow raised, Professor McGonagall looked curiously at the flower. "A black rose? Interesting.." Rising from her seat she bent over the table, peering at the rose. "I've never seen a black rose before." Reaching down and cautiously picking it up, McGonagall was startled when a sharp thorn pierced her delicate skin. Quickly dropping the rose, the professor brought her finger to her lips and sucked the blood. Suddenly, her eyes turned white and she collapsed to the floor.
Startled gasps rang from the class and many students ran up to aid their teacher. The head boy stretched the professor into the lateral position and urged a classmate to tell Headmaster Dumbledore, of what happened. The students surrounded themselves around McGonagall's still form. Cho was pushed and shoved to the back of the room.
Cho continued to stare at the black rose that she had just created. She was oblivious to the fact her teacher was unconscious on the ground. All she could see was the image of Harry and Ginny. Slowly, she walked towards her desk, picked up her possessions and calmly walked out of the room.
Striding down the deserted hallway, her mind still focused on the painful image of Harry and Ginny. The dark voice echoed in her mind once more. "He doesn't love you. He never has and he never will." Her stride quickened, but suddenly all her muscles froze. She was unable to move. Then she felt the distinctive poke of a wand at her back. The overwhelming smell of sewerage wafted up to her nose. It was Wormtail. Her father's henchman.
A silver arm reached over her shoulder and gripped her jaw.
" Daddy's been quite disappointed in you. You haven't visited in an age. What say you, I take you for a quick visit?" Sneered the evil man. Spinning her roughly, Wormtail began to drag her behind him. As they made there way towards the forest, all Cho could see was the image of Harry and Ginny together.
They were laughing, deliriously happy. Their eyes shone with love for each other as they continued to frolic in each other's arms.
Lifting her pale fingers she tried desperately to reach out for Harry. "Harry!" she thought desperately. "Without him, I don't have the strength to fight anymore."
*Disclaimer: I do not own any of these characters. This story is a figment of my imagination and id this should happen in real life, it is merely a coincidence.*
( Thanks to every one who has read and reviewed my story. I hope you like it. ) {this ones for you Mads}
"Harry doesn't love me. He doesn't love me. Without him I can't. I just can't. go on."
Fear and despair rose up her throat.
"A wise man once said, 'Without love life is not worth living' I no longer have Harry's love in my life. Even if I my heart still beats and I continue to breath, I am no longer alive." Cho sobbed ferociously.
Then, a dark voice whispered from the back of her mind. "Now, darling you can't be dead. After all you still have my life source within you. My life source flows strongly through your blood. I can feel it's extraordinary presence within you, and soon I shall come and collect my greatest power."
Cho bit so hard on her lip that a crimson drop of blood welled, then dripped onto her cloak, which was pooled around her feet. The drop of blood touched her cloak with a hiss and smoke began to rise as the blood burnt a hole into her cloak, like acid. Tearful and anxious Cho gathered herself up quickly and began running down the hallway. Anxiously turning now and then to check that she was still alone in the vast corridors.
"Soon."
"Now class, I cannot stress enough, how important it is that you have your wand at a perfect 60 degree angle and say the words ' Nimmo grande potente' articulately." Professor McGonagall said sternly. "Now I shall call you up in alphabetical order and I want you each to turn your piece of string into a flower."
With a loud whack of her wand onto the table, Professor McGonagall turned sharply towards a group of Slytherin boys who had unwisely groan aloud. "You boys may think this task is frivolous, and a complete waste of time but if you wish to do more with your life than cleaning out fireplaces, then you must be able to perform tasks such as this without a single thought." A quick intake of breath, and she continued her fiery lecture. "Your end of year exam is looming and it is my job to ensure that all of you are adequately prepared. NOW, pick up your wands and practice until your name is called. Is that understood?"
" Yes, professor!" the whole class chorused.
Satisfied, McGonagall let out an indignant 'hmmmph' and turned to her table. Picking up a parchment scroll she pushed her dark rimmed glasses up higher on her nose and unrolled the scroll. Looking down at it, she impatiently called "Madeline Bloom!"
"Come Madeline, no time to waste."
A thin blonde girl walked to the front of the class. She straightened her cloak as she made her way to the front of the room. Placing her string on Professor McGonagall's table, she rubbed her prefect badge for good luck, then with her brow furrowed, lifted her wand and clearly spoke the enchantment. The small piece of string grew longer, then turned into a beautiful purple iris.
"Beautifully done, Madeline" McGonagall chirped, then looked down at her scroll once more. "Cho Chang"
Cho looked up, slightly dazed. Her small shoulders were hunched and her hand trembled as she reached for her wand. As Cho made her way to the front of the classroom, a number of her friends whispered worriedly.
"Cho's so lifeless now a days. It's as if she isn't even here." "Do you think it's because her and Harry broke up? "Nah, they weren't that close. She seems really troubled, as if someone's slowly draining life from her." "What should we do?" "What can we do? She's not talking to any of us."
With an icy glare from Professor McGonagall, the group of girls dispersed and they all looked to the front as Cho performed the spell.
Standing at the front of the class, Cho placed her piece of string on the large oak table. She lifted her violet eyes towards Professor McGonagall. The professor was shocked to see Cho's face was ghostly white with dark shadows under her eyes. Cho had always been a bright and cheerful girl but lately she seemed to have died living her body behind. She never spoke, never ate, and seemed utterly emotionless. Merely a shell of the old Cho.
"Well then, go on Cho."
Cho stared at the string for a while before lifting her wand to the correct angle. But just as she was starting to say the spell, an image flashed through her mind. It was a blurry black and white image, of Harry. and Ginny. They were enfolded in each other's arms and Harry was spinning Ginny around and around. Just as he used to do with her. They laughed and their love for each other could be seen clearly. A flash of anger ripped through Cho as she yelled "Nimmo grande pontente." An excited tremor rippled through the class room as the small piece of string transformed into a black rose.
With an eyebrow raised, Professor McGonagall looked curiously at the flower. "A black rose? Interesting.." Rising from her seat she bent over the table, peering at the rose. "I've never seen a black rose before." Reaching down and cautiously picking it up, McGonagall was startled when a sharp thorn pierced her delicate skin. Quickly dropping the rose, the professor brought her finger to her lips and sucked the blood. Suddenly, her eyes turned white and she collapsed to the floor.
Startled gasps rang from the class and many students ran up to aid their teacher. The head boy stretched the professor into the lateral position and urged a classmate to tell Headmaster Dumbledore, of what happened. The students surrounded themselves around McGonagall's still form. Cho was pushed and shoved to the back of the room.
Cho continued to stare at the black rose that she had just created. She was oblivious to the fact her teacher was unconscious on the ground. All she could see was the image of Harry and Ginny. Slowly, she walked towards her desk, picked up her possessions and calmly walked out of the room.
Striding down the deserted hallway, her mind still focused on the painful image of Harry and Ginny. The dark voice echoed in her mind once more. "He doesn't love you. He never has and he never will." Her stride quickened, but suddenly all her muscles froze. She was unable to move. Then she felt the distinctive poke of a wand at her back. The overwhelming smell of sewerage wafted up to her nose. It was Wormtail. Her father's henchman.
A silver arm reached over her shoulder and gripped her jaw.
" Daddy's been quite disappointed in you. You haven't visited in an age. What say you, I take you for a quick visit?" Sneered the evil man. Spinning her roughly, Wormtail began to drag her behind him. As they made there way towards the forest, all Cho could see was the image of Harry and Ginny together.
They were laughing, deliriously happy. Their eyes shone with love for each other as they continued to frolic in each other's arms.
Lifting her pale fingers she tried desperately to reach out for Harry. "Harry!" she thought desperately. "Without him, I don't have the strength to fight anymore."
*Disclaimer: I do not own any of these characters. This story is a figment of my imagination and id this should happen in real life, it is merely a coincidence.*
( Thanks to every one who has read and reviewed my story. I hope you like it. ) {this ones for you Mads}
