I'm feeling a bit of writers block on this story, but I'm pushing though
it.
Thank-you for all the kind words and reviews...
I will personalize some more responses this weekend..it will probably be a couple of days before I can update, so enjoy..Read and Review!!
Nothing is my Own!
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Chapter ten: So We're Friends
The hospital ward was cold and lonely as Cho stared out the window as the blowing fall leaves. She had been coped up for over a week. She had missed the first Quidditch match of the season with Gryffindor against Slytherin, and by the looks of it she was going to miss Halloween too.
"This is ridiculous," Cho thought bitterly to herself.
"Mrs. Chang?" she heard the kind voice of Professor Flitwick, her head of house.
"Hello Professor," Cho said politely.
The short man gave her a pleasant smile, "are you feeling any better?"
"Yes, thank-you," Cho continued.
He sat a heavy stack of books down next to her bed and turned to leave. "You'll need to have this work done by tomorrow," he reminded her.
"Yes Professor," Cho smiled.
The heavy stacks of homework were the only things keeping her sane these days.
"Professor can I ask you a question?" Cho said carefully.
"Yes, Miss Chang, anything I can do to help," Professor Flitwick said happily.
Cho bit her bottom lip and thought about how she wanted to phrase her question, "have you ever heard about the Guardian of the Phoenix?"
"Well let me see here, I was never very fond of magical history, maybe you should ask Professor Binns," Professor Flitwick offered.
"Thanks professor, I'll do that," Cho replied.
"Surely someone knew something about this stupid mystery, and I'm sure not getting anything accomplished by sitting in this stupid hospital wing," Cho snickered to herself as she watched her head of house disappear from sight.
She wasn't sure how much time had passed, she just watched the leaves glide gently though the air, and she closed her eyes and imagined riding her broom.
"Hello."
"Harry, what are you doing here?" Cho asked shocked to see him.
Harry lowered his eyes, "well, Luna told me about what happened and I thought I might see how you were feeling."
"I'm feeling fine, just Madame Pomfrey won't let me leave until she can figure out what happened to me when I stopped breathing, I don't see what the big deal is," Cho said bitterly.
"Well, Marietta seemed to think it was a big deal," Harry said informatively.
Cho let out a sarcastic chuckle, "yea, she's really concerned, I haven't even seen her since I've been in this stupid ward."
"You seem rather bitter Cho," Harry said bluntly.
Cho felt her cheeks grow red, "I'm sorry, you'd be bitter to if you were locked up."
Harry gave her an understanding smile and pulled up a chair to her bed to her surprise.
"Could you use some company? It might cheer you up a bit," Harry said politely.
Cho narrowed her eyes, "you know, you don't have to be nice me."
Harry looked at her a bit confused but didn't answer.
"We beat Slytherin, 200 to 20," Harry said trying to change the subject.
"Well, don't be to confidant, you haven't won the Quidditch cup yet Potter," she said quickly in response.
Harry looked at her with an evil grin, "but I haven't lost the Quidditch cup yet either."
The awkward silence that followed left Cho feeling a bit flustered.
"Are we blushing Miss Chang?" Harry badgered noticing Cho's new color.
"No," she said suddenly. Then it happened again, a burst of heat erupted from her necklace and she let out a wail of pain.
"CHO!" Harry shrieked. It felt like the entire room had busted into a ball of flames and they were consuming her, burning her alive.
"MAKE IT STOP!" Cho screamed.
Harry tried to comfort her and then yelled, "MADAME POMFREY!"
Cho slowly felt the flames diminish, and her body began to cool a bit. Sweat was poring from her body and she drew in long heavy breaths.
"I'm fine," she gasped, staring assumingly at Harry.
"What in the Bloody Hell happened?" Harry asked, but Cho didn't have time to respond.
"Goodness, out Potter, Miss Chang is not in the condition to entertain visitors," Madame Pomfrey spat trying to shove Harry out the door.
"No, I'm fine! He can stay," Cho demanded.
Madame Pomfrey let out a sigh of annoyance, "for a while, but make it short."
The nurse stormed out of the ward muttering things about careless students.
Harry slowly made his way back to Cho, eyeing her wearily, "what happened?"
Cho bit her lip and shrugged, "your guess is as good as mine."
"Something has been weird about you this year Cho, and a lot of people are talking."
Cho looked dangerously at Harry, "what are they saying?"
Harry lowered his head, "they think you've gone nuts, and I'm beginning to wonder myself."
"So now I'm a crazy whiner," Cho said coldly.
"I didn't say that," Harry defended. "I'm saying this as a friend, you've got to tell someone what's wrong."
"As a friend?" Cho questioned.
Harry forced a smile, "well, I thought we were friends."
"We are," Cho said quickly. "Oh Harry, I'm so scared. It stared last year, I kept having these weird dreams, but only I couldn't remember them. Then my necklace started acting funny. It kept changing temperature and causing me to change temperatures with it. That what just happened, it started burning me that why I screamed."
"It started burning you?" Harry asked confused.
"I know it sounds crazy. The night I quit breathing I had this dream. I was somebody else, almost like it I was living another life. The strange thing is when I woke up I had dreamt this," Cho shoved the book Hermione had given her under his nose opened to chapter 27.
Harry scanned the pages still not giving any response, "I've dreamt about things I've read before."
"No Harry, you don't understand. I hadn't read the chapter before I went to sleep," Cho explained.
"So you think you died in your sleep, you jumped off a cliff?" Harry questioned.
Cho considered not telling him about the next part but elected to, "I saw Cedric, and he told me to wake up. That is when I say Marietta standing over me telling me I hadn't been breathing."
Harry shook his head, "I think you need to talk to Professor Dumbledore."
"No," Cho said quickly, "he'll think I'm mad."
"No he won't," Harry defended.
"Please, promise me that you won't say anything to him," Cho begged.
Harry held up his hands, "I promise I won't tell him, but I think he could help."
Cho feel back down feeling a little bit of her tension fade, "do you think I'm crazy?"
Harry smiled and touched her hand, if she didn't know better she would have swore he was shaking a bit, "I think your brilliant."
"Brilliant?" Cho laughed.
Harry shook his head, and cheeks turned slightly pink, "I'm just worried about you."
"That means a lot to me Harry," Cho smiled and turned her hand over and gave his a squeeze.
Harry took a big gulp and turned his eyes away from hers, "I heard you talked to Moaning Myrtle."
"How did you know that?" Cho asked surprised.
Harry grinned, "me and Myrtle have a history."
Cho suddenly had an image of a large chamber and an enormous serpent flash before her eyes.
"Cho are you okay?" Harry asked noticing her flinch.
"Yes, you know Moaning Myrtle?" Cho asked suddenly.
Harry nodded watching her carefully.
"Can you do me a huge favor, as a friend?" she asked desperately.
"I guess," Harry said nervously.
Cho bit her lip nervously, "she said something about a Guardian of the Phoenix, and I was wondering if you could ask her about it?"
"I guess," Harry agreed, "but why don't you just ask her?"
Cho blushed, "I don't think she likes me very much."
Harry smiled now returning her gentle hand squeeze; "I'll go talk to her as soon as I leave."
Cho flung her arms around Harry's neck and gave him quick kiss on the cheek, "I'm sorry."
"For what?" Harry asked turning as deep red as Cho was.
"Nothing," she said shyly.
Harry stood up and released her hand, "you take care, and I'll stop by and tell you what Myrtle said tomorrow."
"Thank-you Harry, for everything," Cho said sweetly.
Harry turned and left as Cho watched him disappear from her sight. She felt that scalding sensation throbbing against her chest, but for some reason this time it didn't bother her all that much.
I will personalize some more responses this weekend..it will probably be a couple of days before I can update, so enjoy..Read and Review!!
Nothing is my Own!
***************************************************
Chapter ten: So We're Friends
The hospital ward was cold and lonely as Cho stared out the window as the blowing fall leaves. She had been coped up for over a week. She had missed the first Quidditch match of the season with Gryffindor against Slytherin, and by the looks of it she was going to miss Halloween too.
"This is ridiculous," Cho thought bitterly to herself.
"Mrs. Chang?" she heard the kind voice of Professor Flitwick, her head of house.
"Hello Professor," Cho said politely.
The short man gave her a pleasant smile, "are you feeling any better?"
"Yes, thank-you," Cho continued.
He sat a heavy stack of books down next to her bed and turned to leave. "You'll need to have this work done by tomorrow," he reminded her.
"Yes Professor," Cho smiled.
The heavy stacks of homework were the only things keeping her sane these days.
"Professor can I ask you a question?" Cho said carefully.
"Yes, Miss Chang, anything I can do to help," Professor Flitwick said happily.
Cho bit her bottom lip and thought about how she wanted to phrase her question, "have you ever heard about the Guardian of the Phoenix?"
"Well let me see here, I was never very fond of magical history, maybe you should ask Professor Binns," Professor Flitwick offered.
"Thanks professor, I'll do that," Cho replied.
"Surely someone knew something about this stupid mystery, and I'm sure not getting anything accomplished by sitting in this stupid hospital wing," Cho snickered to herself as she watched her head of house disappear from sight.
She wasn't sure how much time had passed, she just watched the leaves glide gently though the air, and she closed her eyes and imagined riding her broom.
"Hello."
"Harry, what are you doing here?" Cho asked shocked to see him.
Harry lowered his eyes, "well, Luna told me about what happened and I thought I might see how you were feeling."
"I'm feeling fine, just Madame Pomfrey won't let me leave until she can figure out what happened to me when I stopped breathing, I don't see what the big deal is," Cho said bitterly.
"Well, Marietta seemed to think it was a big deal," Harry said informatively.
Cho let out a sarcastic chuckle, "yea, she's really concerned, I haven't even seen her since I've been in this stupid ward."
"You seem rather bitter Cho," Harry said bluntly.
Cho felt her cheeks grow red, "I'm sorry, you'd be bitter to if you were locked up."
Harry gave her an understanding smile and pulled up a chair to her bed to her surprise.
"Could you use some company? It might cheer you up a bit," Harry said politely.
Cho narrowed her eyes, "you know, you don't have to be nice me."
Harry looked at her a bit confused but didn't answer.
"We beat Slytherin, 200 to 20," Harry said trying to change the subject.
"Well, don't be to confidant, you haven't won the Quidditch cup yet Potter," she said quickly in response.
Harry looked at her with an evil grin, "but I haven't lost the Quidditch cup yet either."
The awkward silence that followed left Cho feeling a bit flustered.
"Are we blushing Miss Chang?" Harry badgered noticing Cho's new color.
"No," she said suddenly. Then it happened again, a burst of heat erupted from her necklace and she let out a wail of pain.
"CHO!" Harry shrieked. It felt like the entire room had busted into a ball of flames and they were consuming her, burning her alive.
"MAKE IT STOP!" Cho screamed.
Harry tried to comfort her and then yelled, "MADAME POMFREY!"
Cho slowly felt the flames diminish, and her body began to cool a bit. Sweat was poring from her body and she drew in long heavy breaths.
"I'm fine," she gasped, staring assumingly at Harry.
"What in the Bloody Hell happened?" Harry asked, but Cho didn't have time to respond.
"Goodness, out Potter, Miss Chang is not in the condition to entertain visitors," Madame Pomfrey spat trying to shove Harry out the door.
"No, I'm fine! He can stay," Cho demanded.
Madame Pomfrey let out a sigh of annoyance, "for a while, but make it short."
The nurse stormed out of the ward muttering things about careless students.
Harry slowly made his way back to Cho, eyeing her wearily, "what happened?"
Cho bit her lip and shrugged, "your guess is as good as mine."
"Something has been weird about you this year Cho, and a lot of people are talking."
Cho looked dangerously at Harry, "what are they saying?"
Harry lowered his head, "they think you've gone nuts, and I'm beginning to wonder myself."
"So now I'm a crazy whiner," Cho said coldly.
"I didn't say that," Harry defended. "I'm saying this as a friend, you've got to tell someone what's wrong."
"As a friend?" Cho questioned.
Harry forced a smile, "well, I thought we were friends."
"We are," Cho said quickly. "Oh Harry, I'm so scared. It stared last year, I kept having these weird dreams, but only I couldn't remember them. Then my necklace started acting funny. It kept changing temperature and causing me to change temperatures with it. That what just happened, it started burning me that why I screamed."
"It started burning you?" Harry asked confused.
"I know it sounds crazy. The night I quit breathing I had this dream. I was somebody else, almost like it I was living another life. The strange thing is when I woke up I had dreamt this," Cho shoved the book Hermione had given her under his nose opened to chapter 27.
Harry scanned the pages still not giving any response, "I've dreamt about things I've read before."
"No Harry, you don't understand. I hadn't read the chapter before I went to sleep," Cho explained.
"So you think you died in your sleep, you jumped off a cliff?" Harry questioned.
Cho considered not telling him about the next part but elected to, "I saw Cedric, and he told me to wake up. That is when I say Marietta standing over me telling me I hadn't been breathing."
Harry shook his head, "I think you need to talk to Professor Dumbledore."
"No," Cho said quickly, "he'll think I'm mad."
"No he won't," Harry defended.
"Please, promise me that you won't say anything to him," Cho begged.
Harry held up his hands, "I promise I won't tell him, but I think he could help."
Cho feel back down feeling a little bit of her tension fade, "do you think I'm crazy?"
Harry smiled and touched her hand, if she didn't know better she would have swore he was shaking a bit, "I think your brilliant."
"Brilliant?" Cho laughed.
Harry shook his head, and cheeks turned slightly pink, "I'm just worried about you."
"That means a lot to me Harry," Cho smiled and turned her hand over and gave his a squeeze.
Harry took a big gulp and turned his eyes away from hers, "I heard you talked to Moaning Myrtle."
"How did you know that?" Cho asked surprised.
Harry grinned, "me and Myrtle have a history."
Cho suddenly had an image of a large chamber and an enormous serpent flash before her eyes.
"Cho are you okay?" Harry asked noticing her flinch.
"Yes, you know Moaning Myrtle?" Cho asked suddenly.
Harry nodded watching her carefully.
"Can you do me a huge favor, as a friend?" she asked desperately.
"I guess," Harry said nervously.
Cho bit her lip nervously, "she said something about a Guardian of the Phoenix, and I was wondering if you could ask her about it?"
"I guess," Harry agreed, "but why don't you just ask her?"
Cho blushed, "I don't think she likes me very much."
Harry smiled now returning her gentle hand squeeze; "I'll go talk to her as soon as I leave."
Cho flung her arms around Harry's neck and gave him quick kiss on the cheek, "I'm sorry."
"For what?" Harry asked turning as deep red as Cho was.
"Nothing," she said shyly.
Harry stood up and released her hand, "you take care, and I'll stop by and tell you what Myrtle said tomorrow."
"Thank-you Harry, for everything," Cho said sweetly.
Harry turned and left as Cho watched him disappear from her sight. She felt that scalding sensation throbbing against her chest, but for some reason this time it didn't bother her all that much.