Eternal Thoughts

Raison D'être

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Disclaimer: EVERYONE character so far belongs to JK. Be thankful that I don't own them cause where would all them fantastic hp books be? All I can write is crappy fan fictions and I do own this plot.

2. Search for Help

"Harry!" I yell for him in the dark. After I return from the tunnel, I've been crying for him without offering any relief. But still no answer.

Maybe I should get help. No, I must find him first. I kept calling his name, "Harry!"

"Harry!" I cried out, then a faint "Harry, where are you?" out of breath. I had to find him. I can't lose another one to them again. No, I'm able to save him or warn him at least.

I paused at the glimmer of light in the woods. Oh no, the death eaters! I have to find Harry, now!

Ok, where could I be if my crush just ditched me and it's raining harder and harder? Of course I won't go back to Hogwarts. I would stay in the rain and try to get sick so I could have a day off. But no, he not that kind of person. He'd definitely find shelter. Maybe he went to the Diggorys, or the Weasleys. Well, I don't think I have time to go to both. No time to decide. The Diggorys, it's closer. I hastened toward the yellow house on the hilltop . . .

Thump, thumpI knocked the Diggory's front door. Please be here. Please Harry. I begged silently. The door swung open and Mrs. Diggory was leaning against the frame. "Cho!" she sounded shocked. Behind her Mr. Diggory appeared.

"What happened to you?" Mr. Diggory asked, scanning me from head to toe. I didn't care the fact that I was soaked. I try to spill the words out but I can't seem to catch my breath.

"That doesn't matter. You must come in and we'll get you dried. And a cup of hot cocoa might-" Mrs. Diggory had her arms around my shoulder steering me insides.

"Is Harry here?" I demanded.

"Was." Mr. Diggory answered, not a bit trouble by how rude I sounded. "I'm afraid you just missed him. Is something the matter?"

"Oh dear, let's just get-"

"Please, Mrs. Diggory. I saw the death eaters in the tunnel!" I almost shrieked. Instantly, she jumped back in fear. Mr. Diggory help her to her feet again and asked to make sure, "Are you certain?"

"Yes sir." I replied, "I saw and heard them. They were coming and possibly for..." I paused for some reason.

"All right then." he said solemnly. "I'll get Author and you two stay here. Do contact the Ministry for me." With that he walked out the door pulling a wand out if his robe.

Mrs. Diggory closed the door and handed me a tower. "I'll go contact the Ministry. Go to the washroom and get yourself dried. Then change. There are some robes in the trunk in Cedric's room. You'll stay here tonight. You can stay in Cedric's room if you don't mind," she said sounding so calm like she's been getting ready for this for a long time. Maybe she did. I nodded swiftly not wanting to waste any of her time.

"Good," she smiled at me, "It'll be alright. They'll find Harry safely and bring him here. Don't you worry." She turned and hasted into the living room. She sounded so sure but I'm not. The rain is too heavy; you can't even see your hand if you held it out. I shook my head and headed for the stairs.

I threw an oversized canary-yellow robe over me. I wonder if Cedric ever wore this.

I pushed the door open to Cedric's room. It was not quite so big, but clean and in place. It looks like the Diggorys expected him to come back after a vacation and kept everything the way he left it.

I jumped on the quite large bed and closed my eyes. When did Cedric last lay here? I wish Cedric were here with me; he's always so calm and strong. Always been my windshield standing before me. Now that he's gone and left me broken.

I felt for the pillow and hug it as tight as possible. It was soft and had the same smell of the clone Cedric use to wear. Suddenly, the image of Harry holding me slugged into my mind. I felt guilty and--

I sat up instantly as I heard a loud wail outside. Was it Harry? It can't be. That doesn't sound like him. Should I go out and see what's going on? Do I really want to see him? What could I say? I now have the worst headache. Well, is the life of Harry or my headache more important? (My headache, just kidding!)

I slid out of bed and slipped down the stairs trying to not make any sounds, which was always hard to do. When I got to the door, I heard Mrs. Diggory talking on the wizard-phone with the Ministry.

I slipped on a thick sweater and a black rain-prove clock and glanced out the glass window on the door. It was still raining nonstop. Hasty, I pulled on my still damp boots. It saturated my new changed socks. Regardless of my already numbed legs, I stepped out into the rain.

The dimming lights were deep in the forest. I was sure the scream came from the woods. My legs carry me as fast as I could, away from the village, away from civilization . . .

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