Disclaimer: Your dumber than I look if you think I own the majority of the
characters.
But, hey! I'd gladly take the credit for them.
A/N: this started as a dream.
The summer between Harry's 4th and 5th year.
Cho walked slowly back to the house from the paddock, where she just turned out her horses; not wanting to enter the house where her stepmother and twin five-year-old half sisters waited to criticize her. This is a messed up version of Cinderella, she thought to herself. She stopped at the falconry where she visited her falcon, Thunder Storm, and her owl, Hope for the Future.
As she entered the main courtyard a car pulled up and two people got out. The first she recognized immediately. it was Dumbledore. The second stood close behind Dumbledore so it was impossible to tell who it was.
"Professor, what." Dumbledore cut her off.
"Cho, is your father home?"
"No, sir," she stood puzzled, not knowing what was happening. "Mother is here though," she said Mother with obvious distaste.
"Then we need to talk to her, Cho. Come on, Harry," he said turning to the other person.
Finally, the second figure stepped around Dumbledore. Harry looked at Cho and smiled. This is good, he thought, three weeks with the girl of my dreams.
But, hey! I'd gladly take the credit for them.
A/N: this started as a dream.
The summer between Harry's 4th and 5th year.
Cho walked slowly back to the house from the paddock, where she just turned out her horses; not wanting to enter the house where her stepmother and twin five-year-old half sisters waited to criticize her. This is a messed up version of Cinderella, she thought to herself. She stopped at the falconry where she visited her falcon, Thunder Storm, and her owl, Hope for the Future.
As she entered the main courtyard a car pulled up and two people got out. The first she recognized immediately. it was Dumbledore. The second stood close behind Dumbledore so it was impossible to tell who it was.
"Professor, what." Dumbledore cut her off.
"Cho, is your father home?"
"No, sir," she stood puzzled, not knowing what was happening. "Mother is here though," she said Mother with obvious distaste.
"Then we need to talk to her, Cho. Come on, Harry," he said turning to the other person.
Finally, the second figure stepped around Dumbledore. Harry looked at Cho and smiled. This is good, he thought, three weeks with the girl of my dreams.
