This story is slow right now I know, but if you give me a chance you'll
understand the direction that I'm taking it. Thank-you to all those who are
reviewing, sniffles, I love you guys...Well, here is the third chapter,
enjoy!
Remember nothing is my own!
Chapter Three: Encounters
"The one with the power to vanquish the Dark Lord approaches...Born to those who have thrice defied him, born as the seventh month dies...and the Dark Lord will mark him his equal, but he will have a power the Dark Lord knows not..and either must die at the hand of the other for neither can live while the other survives...The one with the power to vanquish the Dark Lord will be born as the seventh month dies.." The ghastly figure of Professor Trelawney faded into the darkness. The great Phoenix raised his great head and let those soft notes escape from his beak.
Those green eyes, well up with tears, not the tears that normally fell from those of a young man, but deeper tears. Her grandmother had once referred to tears such as these as tears from the soul. As she looked upon his narrow face with her borrowed eyes she understood his pain.
Cho awoke her chest feeling like it was on fire and her mind swimming. She subconsciously grabbed the tiny bird dangling from her neck, her heavy breathing breaking the stillness of the morning. Like always, she could remember nothing from her dream, and the heat she felt radiating off the amulet was now fading.
She pulled herself from the softness of her bed and walked over to her mirror. The light from the twilight glared off the silvery surface. Her reflection beamed back at her. She finally managed to catch her breath. She shot herself a comforting smile and turned away from her reflection.
Her things were neatly packed at the foot of her bed, and in a few hours she would be heading to London to catch the Hogwarts Express for her final voyage to Hogwarts. As she turned back to the mirror the reflection of the sliver pendant caught her eyes, she willed herself to stare at it, and her mind once again started swimming.
The silver pendent started glowing a deep emerald green and suddenly turned into a vacant eye. The imaged pulled back and she could make out two deep eyes staring at her through the mirror. She almost gasped, but she didn't she just kept watching. She saw the narrow face from her dream, the boy with tears from his soul creeping down his cheeks. He lay with his head back on an old pillow in a small room. In his hands was a picture. He stared vacantly at the picture, slowly moving his fingers along the edge of the paper.
His room was much different than hers it was empty, cold. His trunk was open at the edge of his bed, and the unorganized clutter gave the appeared of someone who had been mindlessly thinking. She slowly lifted her hand, reaching out for his face. When she felt the cold glassy surface of the mirror the image faded and her head fell on the dresser.
She slowly cracked her eyes and the streaming morning sun burned though her eye lids. She lifted her head off the wooden surface of her dresser and caught her reflection. She almost remember something, but as soon as the memory surfaced it left. To her it was just another dream, and she would never be able to recall it.
She rubbed her aching eyes and picked up her hairbrush. She slowly ran the black bristle though her shiny hair. She stopped suddenly and let her hand run across her chest, a bright red mark had formed underneath her pendant, as her fingers softly ran across it she bit her bottom lip. She wished she could remember that dream, but her mind remained silent.
The morning was the same as every September 1st morning had been. She greeted her parents as Alford fed them an unbelievable breakfast feast. The aroma of sausage and bacon, pancakes and fresh maple syrup, filtered though the house, she almost regretted having to leave again. Cho luggage was already loaded before breakfast was finished. Her normal ride to King's Crossing was in an old style Mercedes, which had an expanding spell casted on the trunk.
Cho had been shielded from the muggle world her entire life, in fact the only time she had even seen muggles was at King's Crossing. As she walked gracefully thorough platform 9 ¾ she felt the magic of her world re-enter her body.
She almost felt a twinge of pain filter through her mind as she slowly began to face the realization she was in her final year. Her father helped her load her trunk into the lower storage compartments on the train, and her parent kissed her goodbye as she disappeared into the body of the train.
She wasn't sure why this year felt so different, but it did. She smiled as she walked into a compartment occupied with a group of Ravenclaw Seventh years, including her boyfriend Michael Corner.
"Hey, how was your holiday?" he asked her nervously as she made her appearance. "Good," she said flatly, she wasn't sure exactly what the status of their relationship was, they hadn't even owled each other since June. "I'm sorry, I didn't get a chance to write you back," Michael started, but Cho held up her hand and motioned that she didn't need him to explain. Her experience from the morning was still haunting her mind, she wished she could remember what her dream had been about. She subconsciously ran her fingers over the red mark burnt into her chest. She didn't even notice when Michael started holding her hand, she was physically in the train, but her mind was somewhere much further away.
"So your parents make you take those terrible Chinese lesson again this summer?" Marietta, one of Cho many Ravenclaw friends, asked. Cho didn't answer, she honestly didn't even hear the question. "Are you still mad at me about the whole Potter thing?" Marietta spat when Cho ignored her. "What?" Cho asked suddenly realizing that she was being addressed. Marietta stared angrily at Cho, her arms crossed firmly across her chest. She looked nervously around the compartment as the many once friendly faces stared at her. She stood up suddenly shaking Michael's hand off hers, "I need some air."
Before anyone could question her she was out the door. She wasn't sure where she was going, but she rushed frantically thought the crowd in the hallway. The train gave a gentle lunge as it started forward, Cho lost her balance slightly and felt her chest constrict. "Get a grip," Cho scowled at herself. She finally managed to drag her eyes up from her feet, and the sight that awaited them caused her to let out a soft moan. All she remember were those green eyes, she tried hard to search her mind for any trace, any clue of why she remember those eyes.
She slowly lifted her head off the train's stiff seat. "Are you okay?" asked a kind voice. Cho smiled back at the worried freckled face of Ginny Weasley. "Yea, I think so. What happened," she looked around, a bit confused. "I don't know, you just passed out," Ginny explained. Cho felt the heat rising from her chest as her dazed mind started putting two and two together. She let her eyes slowly wander around the compartment she was in and she found what her eyes had been dreading. "Hello," she said in a faint whisper as her eyes paused on Harry Potter. "Er, how are feeling?" Harry asked politely. "I'm fine," Cho choked out as she pulled herself into a sitting position.
She pulled her hand up to her face and muttered, "this is so embarrassing."
"It's lucky Harry here caught you. If he hadn't you would have busted your nose right on that door handle," Neville said cheerful. Cho felt that heat burning through her face, and she kept telling herself to breathe, "thank-you." "Don't mention it," Harry said modestly. "I don't know what made me black out like..." she began to trail off as the sight of Harry's green eyes caught hers. She didn't intentionally stare, but it must have been an interesting sight. "Cho, are you okay?" Harry asked. "Huh?" she lowered her now scarlet face. "I've gotta go." She dashed quickly out the compartment door, wishing she could just disappear.
"What's wrong with you?" she asked herself as she walked swiftly down the corridor. She felt the pendant as it sent a searing cold up her spine. She grabbed its ice coldness off her skin, and looked down at the tiny bird.
"What is happening to me?" she asked herself.
Chapter Three: Encounters
"The one with the power to vanquish the Dark Lord approaches...Born to those who have thrice defied him, born as the seventh month dies...and the Dark Lord will mark him his equal, but he will have a power the Dark Lord knows not..and either must die at the hand of the other for neither can live while the other survives...The one with the power to vanquish the Dark Lord will be born as the seventh month dies.." The ghastly figure of Professor Trelawney faded into the darkness. The great Phoenix raised his great head and let those soft notes escape from his beak.
Those green eyes, well up with tears, not the tears that normally fell from those of a young man, but deeper tears. Her grandmother had once referred to tears such as these as tears from the soul. As she looked upon his narrow face with her borrowed eyes she understood his pain.
Cho awoke her chest feeling like it was on fire and her mind swimming. She subconsciously grabbed the tiny bird dangling from her neck, her heavy breathing breaking the stillness of the morning. Like always, she could remember nothing from her dream, and the heat she felt radiating off the amulet was now fading.
She pulled herself from the softness of her bed and walked over to her mirror. The light from the twilight glared off the silvery surface. Her reflection beamed back at her. She finally managed to catch her breath. She shot herself a comforting smile and turned away from her reflection.
Her things were neatly packed at the foot of her bed, and in a few hours she would be heading to London to catch the Hogwarts Express for her final voyage to Hogwarts. As she turned back to the mirror the reflection of the sliver pendant caught her eyes, she willed herself to stare at it, and her mind once again started swimming.
The silver pendent started glowing a deep emerald green and suddenly turned into a vacant eye. The imaged pulled back and she could make out two deep eyes staring at her through the mirror. She almost gasped, but she didn't she just kept watching. She saw the narrow face from her dream, the boy with tears from his soul creeping down his cheeks. He lay with his head back on an old pillow in a small room. In his hands was a picture. He stared vacantly at the picture, slowly moving his fingers along the edge of the paper.
His room was much different than hers it was empty, cold. His trunk was open at the edge of his bed, and the unorganized clutter gave the appeared of someone who had been mindlessly thinking. She slowly lifted her hand, reaching out for his face. When she felt the cold glassy surface of the mirror the image faded and her head fell on the dresser.
She slowly cracked her eyes and the streaming morning sun burned though her eye lids. She lifted her head off the wooden surface of her dresser and caught her reflection. She almost remember something, but as soon as the memory surfaced it left. To her it was just another dream, and she would never be able to recall it.
She rubbed her aching eyes and picked up her hairbrush. She slowly ran the black bristle though her shiny hair. She stopped suddenly and let her hand run across her chest, a bright red mark had formed underneath her pendant, as her fingers softly ran across it she bit her bottom lip. She wished she could remember that dream, but her mind remained silent.
The morning was the same as every September 1st morning had been. She greeted her parents as Alford fed them an unbelievable breakfast feast. The aroma of sausage and bacon, pancakes and fresh maple syrup, filtered though the house, she almost regretted having to leave again. Cho luggage was already loaded before breakfast was finished. Her normal ride to King's Crossing was in an old style Mercedes, which had an expanding spell casted on the trunk.
Cho had been shielded from the muggle world her entire life, in fact the only time she had even seen muggles was at King's Crossing. As she walked gracefully thorough platform 9 ¾ she felt the magic of her world re-enter her body.
She almost felt a twinge of pain filter through her mind as she slowly began to face the realization she was in her final year. Her father helped her load her trunk into the lower storage compartments on the train, and her parent kissed her goodbye as she disappeared into the body of the train.
She wasn't sure why this year felt so different, but it did. She smiled as she walked into a compartment occupied with a group of Ravenclaw Seventh years, including her boyfriend Michael Corner.
"Hey, how was your holiday?" he asked her nervously as she made her appearance. "Good," she said flatly, she wasn't sure exactly what the status of their relationship was, they hadn't even owled each other since June. "I'm sorry, I didn't get a chance to write you back," Michael started, but Cho held up her hand and motioned that she didn't need him to explain. Her experience from the morning was still haunting her mind, she wished she could remember what her dream had been about. She subconsciously ran her fingers over the red mark burnt into her chest. She didn't even notice when Michael started holding her hand, she was physically in the train, but her mind was somewhere much further away.
"So your parents make you take those terrible Chinese lesson again this summer?" Marietta, one of Cho many Ravenclaw friends, asked. Cho didn't answer, she honestly didn't even hear the question. "Are you still mad at me about the whole Potter thing?" Marietta spat when Cho ignored her. "What?" Cho asked suddenly realizing that she was being addressed. Marietta stared angrily at Cho, her arms crossed firmly across her chest. She looked nervously around the compartment as the many once friendly faces stared at her. She stood up suddenly shaking Michael's hand off hers, "I need some air."
Before anyone could question her she was out the door. She wasn't sure where she was going, but she rushed frantically thought the crowd in the hallway. The train gave a gentle lunge as it started forward, Cho lost her balance slightly and felt her chest constrict. "Get a grip," Cho scowled at herself. She finally managed to drag her eyes up from her feet, and the sight that awaited them caused her to let out a soft moan. All she remember were those green eyes, she tried hard to search her mind for any trace, any clue of why she remember those eyes.
She slowly lifted her head off the train's stiff seat. "Are you okay?" asked a kind voice. Cho smiled back at the worried freckled face of Ginny Weasley. "Yea, I think so. What happened," she looked around, a bit confused. "I don't know, you just passed out," Ginny explained. Cho felt the heat rising from her chest as her dazed mind started putting two and two together. She let her eyes slowly wander around the compartment she was in and she found what her eyes had been dreading. "Hello," she said in a faint whisper as her eyes paused on Harry Potter. "Er, how are feeling?" Harry asked politely. "I'm fine," Cho choked out as she pulled herself into a sitting position.
She pulled her hand up to her face and muttered, "this is so embarrassing."
"It's lucky Harry here caught you. If he hadn't you would have busted your nose right on that door handle," Neville said cheerful. Cho felt that heat burning through her face, and she kept telling herself to breathe, "thank-you." "Don't mention it," Harry said modestly. "I don't know what made me black out like..." she began to trail off as the sight of Harry's green eyes caught hers. She didn't intentionally stare, but it must have been an interesting sight. "Cho, are you okay?" Harry asked. "Huh?" she lowered her now scarlet face. "I've gotta go." She dashed quickly out the compartment door, wishing she could just disappear.
"What's wrong with you?" she asked herself as she walked swiftly down the corridor. She felt the pendant as it sent a searing cold up her spine. She grabbed its ice coldness off her skin, and looked down at the tiny bird.
"What is happening to me?" she asked herself.