The Tales of Hogwarts

Cho Chang (I)

Harry Potter. Not the boy who lived but the love she had last. Cho Chang stared out the window and across the grounds at Harry. He was sat with the rest of his friends under a tree by the lake. He seemed to be staring at the lake, thinking. The others were in a heated discussion about something and although Harry was with them he seemed rather detached. Cho turned back to her homework. She always sat in the seat next to the window and this meant that she always ended up staring out of it rather than doing what she was supposed to be doing.

But then it was Saturday. This should be a day of rest and relaxation. But she had found that the seventh year wasn't going to be any easier than the sixth, quite the opposite. It was the end of the first week and she already had 5 pieces of Homework due in on Monday. She stared down at her Potions Homework, 'How to make Toxic Bite Wound Healing potion' and frowned. If she he had just been paying attention in the lesson it would all make more sense. But she couldn't concentrate not now and not in lessons. She was always thinking about him. About how she had made a mistake and that Harry and Hermione were just friends. About how he must feel after have lost a dear friend. She too knew how that felt. She hadn't slept well in over a year. The last thing she had said to Cedric was, "Don't you go killing yourself trying to get that cup."

A tear appeared in her eye. But there was no time to think about that any more as the door flung open and crashed into the wall.

"Dobby is looking for a Cho Chang," Came a squeaky voice as the House-elf ran into the room waving a piece of paper. Cho stood up quickly.

"I'm Cho Chang."

"In which case dobby has a message for you." The house-elf said placing the paper on the table, "it is from Harry Potter."