Well, here is my next chapter..My husband is watching a stupid football
game ( I like the sport I just hate watching it on TV) so I had some spare
time.
Okay my reviews..
HermioneGreen: I like your idea about Cho talking to her head of house..I might be using that very soon (wink)
NotSoUnforgiveableCurse: I'm an idiot...I don't know why I write deadeaters instead of deatheaters. It is just something I started in my first fan fiction and it has just followed me..maybe one day I'll get it right.
Lovely_dragon: I don't think your stupid..and if your still reading then you know your guess was right..Cho did kiss Harry, again...
Because I'm so far behind on these responses I'm going to end it there but I'd like to thank indigal,AngelOfDeathz, Pat, BlueTiger94, zacarias, reena, bogiekid23, Descendent ofVoldemort, and annamaria for reviewing..and I'd also like to thank everybody who is reading...Please sending me your kind reviews..And remember to keep reading.
Remember nothing is my own...
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Chapter eight: Self Discovery
Cho yanked the silver chain from her neck, it was burning a hole into her chest and she was sick of it. She threw it into her jewelry box determined not to think about it anymore. She slammed her trunk shut and flung herself onto her bed.
"Hey Cho, are you okay?" asked Marietta who was startled by Cho slamming.
"I'm fine," Cho said happily feeling a burden of relief.
She couldn't figure out why she hadn't done it earlier, like before she kissed Harry. It was such an obvious solution. The necklace was obviously the source of her strange behavior, so getting rid of the necklace should solve her problem.
Cho rolled onto her back and let her head hang off the edge of her bed.
"Marietta, do you think I've been acting weird lately?" Cho asked eagerly.
"Do you really want me to answer that?" Marietta asked.
Cho bit her lip and watch Marietta shift uncomfortably, "I guess I really haven't been myself this year."
"Cho, you haven't been yourself since Cedric died," Marietta blurted out, immediately feeling bad for saying it.
Cho held her breath and closed her eyes, "yes, I guess your right."
She found her self staring at her friend Marietta's acne scars, if you looked close enough you could make out the word sneak on her forehead.
"That was a brilliant idea," Cho thought to herself.
Cho flipped backwards off her bed and left her dorm room. She was tired of Marietta's company.
The hallways of Hogwarts seemed foreign to her these days, but for some reason without her necklace she didn't feel so out of place.
"CHO!" the voice of Hermione Granger called from behind her.
"Hello," Cho greeted.
"I can't chat long, I've gotta get back to the library, but I found this book I thought you might find it interesting."
Hermione took off down the corridor, obviously in a hurry. Cho looked down at the book and read the cover, "The Legend of the Phoenix."
"I'm tired of this stupid Phoenix nonsense," Cho said to herself as she tossed the book into her backpack.
She didn't pay attention to which bathroom she was walking into, seven years at Hogwarts had taught her not to enter that bathroom, but she wasn't thinking. Cho stopped at a mirror and fluffed her raven hair.
"Well, well if it isn't Lynn Chang," said a ghostly cackle.
"Excuse me?" Cho said spinning around to the glowing outline of Moaning Myrtle, the ghost that haunted this particular girls bathroom.
Myrtle stared at her, "your not Lynn Chang."
"No I'm not," Cho spat thinking about making a quick getaway.
"Well, you might as well be her. She was always fluffing her hair," Myrtle said in her high-pitched voice.
"She was my grandmother," Cho said suddenly, causing Myrtle to regain interest.
"Really?" Myrtle asked excited. "If your Lynn's granddaughter where is your necklace, surely the guardian of the Phoenix has to have her pendant."
"Guardian of the what?" Cho said almost in a laughing tone.
Myrtle smiled sweetly, "surely your grandmother told you about your duties."
"No she didn't," Cho said quickly. "Did she tell you?"
"TELL ME?" Myrtle cried, "Why would a popular girl like Lynn Change ever tell poor moping moaning Myrtle a secret like that?"
Myrtle let out a terrible wail and plummeted into her cubical. Cho quickly recognized her opportunity to escape and dashed out the door. She stared back at the door as she walked quickly down the corridor.
"Strange," Cho muttered to herself.
She wasn't sure where she was going to go, she definitely didn't want to go back to the Ravenclaw common room, and she didn't want to go to the library. She let her feet carry her, towards the front doors, onto the grounds and near the Quidditch pitch. Their first game of the season was nearing, and they definitely weren't prepared. Quidditch was just a sport to the Ravenclaws, and it was more important to study and do well in school than to win Quidditch matches. Perhaps that was the reason they hadn't won the Quidditch cup in several years.
The thought of Quidditch made Cho's stomach nervous, she had been flying poorly the past few games she had played, and she was surprised she hadn't been kicked off the team. The cool fall air had not yet turned the grass yellow and the Quidditch pitch looked breathtaking. She saw the Gryffindor team circling around at one of their vigorous practices. They were always practicing.
She slowly walked towards the pitch, the thought of taking refuge on the bleachers seemed like a good idea. Some fresh air would do her good. As she reached the bleacher and climbed to a comfortable seat the Gryffindor Quidditch team practice had ended, and she was alone once again. Cho didn't mind, she rather preferred being alone right now.
She laid long ways on one of the bleacher and stretched out looking up towards the sky. As she glared at the bright blue sky dotted with fluffy white clouds she felt her eyes getting heavy. She allowed them to fall as she entered the world of dreams.
** She smiled as she looked around the crowed Quidditch stadium, the crowd was on their feet cheering for Cho's favorite team, the Tornadoes. She smiled as Cedric smiled sweetly at her and gave her hand a gentle squeeze. She felt so happy so safe.
She slowly moved her eyes onto the field, but the Quidditch field was different, it was a maze of tall shrubs. She looked desperately around the tall hedges hoping to see through them. Then she saw that sight, Harry was sitting on the ground, his leg twisted unnaturally beneath him. He was screaming clinging onto a lifeless body. She watched as they pried the motionless form from Harry's arms.
Cho gasped as the tears trickled down her face, it was Cedric. It couldn't be Cedric. Cho suddenly became aware of the pressure on her hand and looked back to her side. The ghostly face of Cedric stared back at her, his eyes were eggshell white and his skin was bluish gray.
"Cho," he moaned. She tried to pull her hand out of his grasp, she wanted to get away but he wouldn't let go.
"Let me go," she cried.
She struggled desperately as Cedric's once handsome face became brittle before her. He moved unnaturally bellowing her name in a painful howl. Cho began to scream, desperate to escape the gruesome sight.
Cedric skin peeled from his face and exposed his rotting flesh.
"Please," Cho pleaded tugging painfully at her arm.
She finally gave a violent yank and Cedric arm fell off his shoulder. Cho jumped to her feet and dashed to the bottom of the stadium, tears of fear blinding her as she ran. She stopped suddenly as a ghostly figure appeared before her speaking in a monotone voice that sent a cold pain down Cho's back.
"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.."
Cho turned around wanting to run and she saw what was left of Cedric crawling down the stadium after her.
"LEAVE ME ALONE!" she screamed. **
"Cho, wake up," she heard as she felt a pair arms shaking her awake.
The sun had faded into the horizon and the darkness of the evening had started to fall. Cho jumped up violently look around at the pitch, her breathing heavy and her appearance drenched in sweat.
"Are you okay?"
Cho spun around to see who had wakened her, "yes, I just had a bad dream."
"Obviously, I heard you screaming when I was in the changing room," said Harry eyeing her carefully.
Cho tried to catch her breath, however embarrassed she's probably be when she collected herself and reminisced on the situation was unimportant now. Cho felt herself losing control and she began to sob uncontrollably.
"It's okay, it was just a dream," Harry said wishing she'd stop crying.
Cho tried to collect herself, "you don't understand it was terrible. I saw you and Cedric on the Quidditch pitch and he was dead, but he wasn't down on the field with you he was next to me holding my hand," Cho broke down again.
Harry let out a frustrated sigh, obviously annoyed she was crying about Cedric again.
"Cho, I don't mean to be insensitive, but you've gotta move on," Harry said wearily.
"It isn't like that. He wouldn't let go of my hand and he literally rotted away before me. His skin fell off his face and I couldn't get away. Then I yanked my hand away and his arm fell off, he kept howling my name," Cho threw her head into Harry's near shoulder trying to regain control.
Harry paused a moment before patting her back, hoping she'd gain control soon.
"I'm sorry," Cho muttered, "I know you don't want to talk about Cedric."
No matter how hard she tried she couldn't quit crying. Harry wrapped his arms around her and began to slowly rocking her back and forth; it seemed like the right thing to do. Finally Cho's sobs began to lighten.
"The one with the power to vanquish the Dark Lord will be born as the seventh month dies," Cho repeated to herself.
"What did you say?" Harry jerked her head off his shoulder when he heard her word.
"I don't know what it means, but I keep hearing it in my dreams," Cho said slightly shocked.
"Did you just now dream about it?" Harry asked desperately.
"Yes, I think so. It is all starting to fade a bit now," Cho confessed.
Harry's skin looked pale and his powerful green eyes were haunted by fear. He sat there looking at her in disbelief, something just on the end of his tongue. Cho was to upset to ask what he was thinking, she was just thankful somebody was there to comfort her.
"It's getting late, we better get back," Harry finally said. Cho shivered a bit as a cool breeze caught her the wrong way. Harry rose to his feet and offered Cho a hand up which she accepted. The two walked in silence back to the castle.
"Well, I better get back to my house," Cho finally broke the silence.
"Yea," Harry said not really paying attention to what she was saying.
Cho lowered her eyes to the floor, "thank-you for staying with me out there."
Harry forced a smile, "anytime."
Cho tipped up on her toes and gave Harry a slight peck on his cheek and dashed off down the hall. Her mind was swimming with thoughts of her dream. She had never had such a vivid nightmare in all her life. The first thing she was going to do when she got back to her dorm was put back on her necklace, then she was going to read that book Hermione had given her. She had to figure out what was going on.
Okay my reviews..
HermioneGreen: I like your idea about Cho talking to her head of house..I might be using that very soon (wink)
NotSoUnforgiveableCurse: I'm an idiot...I don't know why I write deadeaters instead of deatheaters. It is just something I started in my first fan fiction and it has just followed me..maybe one day I'll get it right.
Lovely_dragon: I don't think your stupid..and if your still reading then you know your guess was right..Cho did kiss Harry, again...
Because I'm so far behind on these responses I'm going to end it there but I'd like to thank indigal,AngelOfDeathz, Pat, BlueTiger94, zacarias, reena, bogiekid23, Descendent ofVoldemort, and annamaria for reviewing..and I'd also like to thank everybody who is reading...Please sending me your kind reviews..And remember to keep reading.
Remember nothing is my own...
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Chapter eight: Self Discovery
Cho yanked the silver chain from her neck, it was burning a hole into her chest and she was sick of it. She threw it into her jewelry box determined not to think about it anymore. She slammed her trunk shut and flung herself onto her bed.
"Hey Cho, are you okay?" asked Marietta who was startled by Cho slamming.
"I'm fine," Cho said happily feeling a burden of relief.
She couldn't figure out why she hadn't done it earlier, like before she kissed Harry. It was such an obvious solution. The necklace was obviously the source of her strange behavior, so getting rid of the necklace should solve her problem.
Cho rolled onto her back and let her head hang off the edge of her bed.
"Marietta, do you think I've been acting weird lately?" Cho asked eagerly.
"Do you really want me to answer that?" Marietta asked.
Cho bit her lip and watch Marietta shift uncomfortably, "I guess I really haven't been myself this year."
"Cho, you haven't been yourself since Cedric died," Marietta blurted out, immediately feeling bad for saying it.
Cho held her breath and closed her eyes, "yes, I guess your right."
She found her self staring at her friend Marietta's acne scars, if you looked close enough you could make out the word sneak on her forehead.
"That was a brilliant idea," Cho thought to herself.
Cho flipped backwards off her bed and left her dorm room. She was tired of Marietta's company.
The hallways of Hogwarts seemed foreign to her these days, but for some reason without her necklace she didn't feel so out of place.
"CHO!" the voice of Hermione Granger called from behind her.
"Hello," Cho greeted.
"I can't chat long, I've gotta get back to the library, but I found this book I thought you might find it interesting."
Hermione took off down the corridor, obviously in a hurry. Cho looked down at the book and read the cover, "The Legend of the Phoenix."
"I'm tired of this stupid Phoenix nonsense," Cho said to herself as she tossed the book into her backpack.
She didn't pay attention to which bathroom she was walking into, seven years at Hogwarts had taught her not to enter that bathroom, but she wasn't thinking. Cho stopped at a mirror and fluffed her raven hair.
"Well, well if it isn't Lynn Chang," said a ghostly cackle.
"Excuse me?" Cho said spinning around to the glowing outline of Moaning Myrtle, the ghost that haunted this particular girls bathroom.
Myrtle stared at her, "your not Lynn Chang."
"No I'm not," Cho spat thinking about making a quick getaway.
"Well, you might as well be her. She was always fluffing her hair," Myrtle said in her high-pitched voice.
"She was my grandmother," Cho said suddenly, causing Myrtle to regain interest.
"Really?" Myrtle asked excited. "If your Lynn's granddaughter where is your necklace, surely the guardian of the Phoenix has to have her pendant."
"Guardian of the what?" Cho said almost in a laughing tone.
Myrtle smiled sweetly, "surely your grandmother told you about your duties."
"No she didn't," Cho said quickly. "Did she tell you?"
"TELL ME?" Myrtle cried, "Why would a popular girl like Lynn Change ever tell poor moping moaning Myrtle a secret like that?"
Myrtle let out a terrible wail and plummeted into her cubical. Cho quickly recognized her opportunity to escape and dashed out the door. She stared back at the door as she walked quickly down the corridor.
"Strange," Cho muttered to herself.
She wasn't sure where she was going to go, she definitely didn't want to go back to the Ravenclaw common room, and she didn't want to go to the library. She let her feet carry her, towards the front doors, onto the grounds and near the Quidditch pitch. Their first game of the season was nearing, and they definitely weren't prepared. Quidditch was just a sport to the Ravenclaws, and it was more important to study and do well in school than to win Quidditch matches. Perhaps that was the reason they hadn't won the Quidditch cup in several years.
The thought of Quidditch made Cho's stomach nervous, she had been flying poorly the past few games she had played, and she was surprised she hadn't been kicked off the team. The cool fall air had not yet turned the grass yellow and the Quidditch pitch looked breathtaking. She saw the Gryffindor team circling around at one of their vigorous practices. They were always practicing.
She slowly walked towards the pitch, the thought of taking refuge on the bleachers seemed like a good idea. Some fresh air would do her good. As she reached the bleacher and climbed to a comfortable seat the Gryffindor Quidditch team practice had ended, and she was alone once again. Cho didn't mind, she rather preferred being alone right now.
She laid long ways on one of the bleacher and stretched out looking up towards the sky. As she glared at the bright blue sky dotted with fluffy white clouds she felt her eyes getting heavy. She allowed them to fall as she entered the world of dreams.
** She smiled as she looked around the crowed Quidditch stadium, the crowd was on their feet cheering for Cho's favorite team, the Tornadoes. She smiled as Cedric smiled sweetly at her and gave her hand a gentle squeeze. She felt so happy so safe.
She slowly moved her eyes onto the field, but the Quidditch field was different, it was a maze of tall shrubs. She looked desperately around the tall hedges hoping to see through them. Then she saw that sight, Harry was sitting on the ground, his leg twisted unnaturally beneath him. He was screaming clinging onto a lifeless body. She watched as they pried the motionless form from Harry's arms.
Cho gasped as the tears trickled down her face, it was Cedric. It couldn't be Cedric. Cho suddenly became aware of the pressure on her hand and looked back to her side. The ghostly face of Cedric stared back at her, his eyes were eggshell white and his skin was bluish gray.
"Cho," he moaned. She tried to pull her hand out of his grasp, she wanted to get away but he wouldn't let go.
"Let me go," she cried.
She struggled desperately as Cedric's once handsome face became brittle before her. He moved unnaturally bellowing her name in a painful howl. Cho began to scream, desperate to escape the gruesome sight.
Cedric skin peeled from his face and exposed his rotting flesh.
"Please," Cho pleaded tugging painfully at her arm.
She finally gave a violent yank and Cedric arm fell off his shoulder. Cho jumped to her feet and dashed to the bottom of the stadium, tears of fear blinding her as she ran. She stopped suddenly as a ghostly figure appeared before her speaking in a monotone voice that sent a cold pain down Cho's back.
"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.."
Cho turned around wanting to run and she saw what was left of Cedric crawling down the stadium after her.
"LEAVE ME ALONE!" she screamed. **
"Cho, wake up," she heard as she felt a pair arms shaking her awake.
The sun had faded into the horizon and the darkness of the evening had started to fall. Cho jumped up violently look around at the pitch, her breathing heavy and her appearance drenched in sweat.
"Are you okay?"
Cho spun around to see who had wakened her, "yes, I just had a bad dream."
"Obviously, I heard you screaming when I was in the changing room," said Harry eyeing her carefully.
Cho tried to catch her breath, however embarrassed she's probably be when she collected herself and reminisced on the situation was unimportant now. Cho felt herself losing control and she began to sob uncontrollably.
"It's okay, it was just a dream," Harry said wishing she'd stop crying.
Cho tried to collect herself, "you don't understand it was terrible. I saw you and Cedric on the Quidditch pitch and he was dead, but he wasn't down on the field with you he was next to me holding my hand," Cho broke down again.
Harry let out a frustrated sigh, obviously annoyed she was crying about Cedric again.
"Cho, I don't mean to be insensitive, but you've gotta move on," Harry said wearily.
"It isn't like that. He wouldn't let go of my hand and he literally rotted away before me. His skin fell off his face and I couldn't get away. Then I yanked my hand away and his arm fell off, he kept howling my name," Cho threw her head into Harry's near shoulder trying to regain control.
Harry paused a moment before patting her back, hoping she'd gain control soon.
"I'm sorry," Cho muttered, "I know you don't want to talk about Cedric."
No matter how hard she tried she couldn't quit crying. Harry wrapped his arms around her and began to slowly rocking her back and forth; it seemed like the right thing to do. Finally Cho's sobs began to lighten.
"The one with the power to vanquish the Dark Lord will be born as the seventh month dies," Cho repeated to herself.
"What did you say?" Harry jerked her head off his shoulder when he heard her word.
"I don't know what it means, but I keep hearing it in my dreams," Cho said slightly shocked.
"Did you just now dream about it?" Harry asked desperately.
"Yes, I think so. It is all starting to fade a bit now," Cho confessed.
Harry's skin looked pale and his powerful green eyes were haunted by fear. He sat there looking at her in disbelief, something just on the end of his tongue. Cho was to upset to ask what he was thinking, she was just thankful somebody was there to comfort her.
"It's getting late, we better get back," Harry finally said. Cho shivered a bit as a cool breeze caught her the wrong way. Harry rose to his feet and offered Cho a hand up which she accepted. The two walked in silence back to the castle.
"Well, I better get back to my house," Cho finally broke the silence.
"Yea," Harry said not really paying attention to what she was saying.
Cho lowered her eyes to the floor, "thank-you for staying with me out there."
Harry forced a smile, "anytime."
Cho tipped up on her toes and gave Harry a slight peck on his cheek and dashed off down the hall. Her mind was swimming with thoughts of her dream. She had never had such a vivid nightmare in all her life. The first thing she was going to do when she got back to her dorm was put back on her necklace, then she was going to read that book Hermione had given her. She had to figure out what was going on.