Here is another chapter, Sorry it has been a few days since I've updated.
I'm currently working on more than one fanfic, and there are only so many
hours in a day. It takes me about an hour to produce one chapter, and I
just don't have that much time..
If your wondering what I do with my day, I'm a writer/designer for a national syndicated magazine, so there might be a period of time when I don't feeling like writing and updating because I'm just tired of being in front of a computer all day long..anyways..
Luna Lovegood is a Ravenclaw..if you read the chapter in OotP where she is introduced it clearly says, she is a Ravenclaw in Ginny's year... You had me wondering if I misread it myself...She seems like she'd fit better into Hufflepuff though..
Thanks for all the wonderful reviews...you guys offer so much inspiration.
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Chapter eleven: Not Alone
"Miss Chang, Professor Dumbledore has arranged your release, against my wished," Madame Pomfrey spat.
Those were the sweetest words Cho had ever heard, she was going back to her normal life, away from this dreaded hospital wing. She didn't remember who was the first person she saw, what the first thing she did when she got back to her common room. The thing she did remember was the snickers, the whispers behind her back. People were talking, and it wasn't about how wonderful Cho was.
Nobody seemed to have noticed her disappearance or if they did they didn't seem to care. She heard Michael Corner whispering something about his psychotic X. She just gave him a terrible glare. She felt so lonely; she was once under the allusion that she was well liked, popular. Now she realized she wasn't well liked, she didn't have tons of friends who were concerned about her; she was nobody.
"Shit," Cho swore remembering that Harry was suppose to visit her in the hospital today and tell her about his talk with Moaning Myrtle.
She'd fine him later; right now she had some reading to do. She propped open her magical history book; she was going to figure this out even if she had to read every book the library to do it.
A week passed quickly, and with her studies and her extracurricular research she had barely been seen out of her dormitory. She seemed to read, sleep and eat in that order of importance.
"Cho are you going to read away your life?" Marietta spat as she walked in on her.
Cho didn't respond, she just kept her nose right where it was.
Marietta placed her hands on her hips, "we use to be best friends!"
"We were never best friends," Cho spat as a hiccup escaped her lips.
"How can you say that?" Marietta said taken back.
"If you were so worried about our friendship why did you turn the DA in last year? You knew I was at that meeting and if I was caught that I'd be expelled from school," Cho said coldly.
Marietta looked shocked, "I know I shouldn't have told, but I didn't trust that Potter, I still don't."
"He's not the monster you make him out to be," Cho defended.
"Oh, that's right the famous Harry Potter, the love of Cho life. Everyone knows the only reason you had a thing for Harry was because you were bitten by the fame bug," Marietta said angrily.
Cho held her breath, grasping what Marietta had just said, "what?"
"Stop playing, you can do better than Potter," Marietta added.
Cho now had her fist clinched, "I didn't like Cedric because he was famous, and I don't like Harry because he's famous!"
"LIKE!" Marietta shrilled.
Cho hiccupped again, "I mean liked."
"No you didn't, you still like him," she accused.
"So what if I do, what do you care!" Cho hissed as she stormed out of the dormitory.
She flared down the girls dormitory steps and plopped herself in front of the fire.
"Well, well if it isn't Cho," Michael jeered as he spotted her.
"Put a cork in it Corner," she spat.
Michael smile grew wide, "I guess with all the hiding you've been doing you haven't heard the news."
Padma who was sitting next to him bit her lip and grabbed his arm, "don't Michael."
"What, you're the one who told me," he defended.
Cho was still fuming over what happened upstairs, "told you what?"
"Your precious Potter is going out with somebody, and from what I hear it isn't you dear," Michael sneered.
Cho felt her stomach drop out and she fought her tears back.
"So who's he dating, not that I care," she said casually.
Padma spoke up this time, "my sister, Pavarti."
Cho nodded her head, "good for her."
She quickly found her feet and left the Ravenclaw common room, she hated this place, this school.
"Big deal," she said to herself, "I have more important things on my mind then stupid Harry Potter."
She walked straight to the library, more determined than ever.
The library was quite this evening, and if finally occurred to Cho why, it was Halloween. She thought about Harry holding Pavarti's hand as they laughed together at the feast. Tears trickled down her soft cheeks, but she didn't care.
"I guess I'll have to talk to Myrtle myself now," Cho said to herself.
She pulled out a few books on Magical History and found a deserted table in the library.
Cho fondled her pendant as she read though each page. It felt cool in her hands.
"I've been looking for you," Harry said as he appeared at the table next to her.
"Hello," Cho said flatly.
"Don't let him see you upset," she thought to herself.
Harry took a seat next to her, "I talked to Myrtle."
Cho lifted her head from her book, "what did she say?"
"I'm not really sure, it didn't make much sense," Harry said in deep thought.
Cho tried to push him with a look.
"Something about a Lynn Chang being a Guardian of the Phoenix," Harry continued.
"And?" Cho urged.
"That's it really, she just heard her talking to herself one day in the bathroom she was hiding in, I'm sorry Cho," Harry said sensing her disappointed.
Cho lowered her head and bit her lip, "it's okay, thanks anyways."
She turned her head back to her book and proceeded to ignore him.
Harry watched for a brief moment, "is something the matter?"
"No," Cho said instantly not looking up from her book.
Harry tried to peer over at what she was reading, "what are you reading that's so interesting?"
Cho sighed, "Colonial American Magical History."
"Yikes, sounds captivating," Harry snickered.
Cho lifted her eyes to meet Harry's, "are you always this annoying?"
"Usually," he confessed with a smile.
Cho shook her head and as she did her quill feel to the floor. She leaned down to pick it up and bumped heads with Harry who had the same idea.
"Ouch," she said as her eyes locked with Harry's again.
They sat there staring at each other, faces literally inches apart. She could feel Harry's warm breath on her cheeks, she couldn't breath, she couldn't think. She kept her eyes wide as his face inched closer to hers.
"Congratulations, I heard about you and Pavarti," she said suddenly breaking away from the intense moment and sitting up, quill in hand.
"Huh?" Harry asked shocked, he rose a moment after she did.
Cho lowered her pink face, "Michael and Padma told me about you two."
Harry gave a light chuckle, "I'm not going out with Pavarti, I'm helping her with private quidditch lesson."
Cho hiccupped trying to hold back a few escaped tears, "what happened to your hand?"
Harry had a deep gash on his right hand and he glanced down at it, "nothing, just a quidditch accident, it'll be fine."
Cho bit her lip and examined his hand. Those few escaped tears feel onto his bare skin.
She gasped as she saw what happened, the wound healed. Harry had only seen this happen before, when Fawkes would heal him after his encounters with Voldemort.
Cho released his hand and placed her hands over her mouth.
"Did you see that?" Harry asked amazed.
Cho was began to cry, "I'm a freak, what the hell is wrong with me."
Harry stared at her, "your not a freak, how can you say that. What you just did, it's amazing."
"Amazing? It isn't amazing, it's not normal," Cho wailed.
"I've already lost all my friends, imagine what everyone will say if this gets out?" she asked as the tears poured from her eyes.
She stood up and quickly started gathering her books she had to get away.
"Please don't leave," Harry begged.
Cho stopped crying, "you don't want me to go?"
"I think we should go talk to Professor Dumbledore," Harry suggested.
"He'll think," Cho stared.
"Your brilliant," Harry finished.
"I know how you're feeling, you feel alone right now. Lets just say I can relate to your situation and if it wasn't for Professor Dumbledore I don't know if I could get though it."
Cho hiccupped loudly, "I guess your right, I do need to talk to someone."
She looked up and felt Harry's warm eyes pouring into her, examining her soul. She held her breath as she saw him drawing nearer to her, again she was feeling his warm breath on her skin. She wanted to feel him, she wanted to be close to him.
"Excuse me," said a Hufflepuff first year as she stumbled across them and ran quickly ran off.
Harry and Cho pulled back quickly and turned scarlet.
"Come one," Harry urged grabbing Cho hand.
Cho hiccupped again, "are you sure Professor Dumbeldore will understand?"
"I'm positive, " Harry assured her.
If your wondering what I do with my day, I'm a writer/designer for a national syndicated magazine, so there might be a period of time when I don't feeling like writing and updating because I'm just tired of being in front of a computer all day long..anyways..
Luna Lovegood is a Ravenclaw..if you read the chapter in OotP where she is introduced it clearly says, she is a Ravenclaw in Ginny's year... You had me wondering if I misread it myself...She seems like she'd fit better into Hufflepuff though..
Thanks for all the wonderful reviews...you guys offer so much inspiration.
Read and Review
Nothing in my own.
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Chapter eleven: Not Alone
"Miss Chang, Professor Dumbledore has arranged your release, against my wished," Madame Pomfrey spat.
Those were the sweetest words Cho had ever heard, she was going back to her normal life, away from this dreaded hospital wing. She didn't remember who was the first person she saw, what the first thing she did when she got back to her common room. The thing she did remember was the snickers, the whispers behind her back. People were talking, and it wasn't about how wonderful Cho was.
Nobody seemed to have noticed her disappearance or if they did they didn't seem to care. She heard Michael Corner whispering something about his psychotic X. She just gave him a terrible glare. She felt so lonely; she was once under the allusion that she was well liked, popular. Now she realized she wasn't well liked, she didn't have tons of friends who were concerned about her; she was nobody.
"Shit," Cho swore remembering that Harry was suppose to visit her in the hospital today and tell her about his talk with Moaning Myrtle.
She'd fine him later; right now she had some reading to do. She propped open her magical history book; she was going to figure this out even if she had to read every book the library to do it.
A week passed quickly, and with her studies and her extracurricular research she had barely been seen out of her dormitory. She seemed to read, sleep and eat in that order of importance.
"Cho are you going to read away your life?" Marietta spat as she walked in on her.
Cho didn't respond, she just kept her nose right where it was.
Marietta placed her hands on her hips, "we use to be best friends!"
"We were never best friends," Cho spat as a hiccup escaped her lips.
"How can you say that?" Marietta said taken back.
"If you were so worried about our friendship why did you turn the DA in last year? You knew I was at that meeting and if I was caught that I'd be expelled from school," Cho said coldly.
Marietta looked shocked, "I know I shouldn't have told, but I didn't trust that Potter, I still don't."
"He's not the monster you make him out to be," Cho defended.
"Oh, that's right the famous Harry Potter, the love of Cho life. Everyone knows the only reason you had a thing for Harry was because you were bitten by the fame bug," Marietta said angrily.
Cho held her breath, grasping what Marietta had just said, "what?"
"Stop playing, you can do better than Potter," Marietta added.
Cho now had her fist clinched, "I didn't like Cedric because he was famous, and I don't like Harry because he's famous!"
"LIKE!" Marietta shrilled.
Cho hiccupped again, "I mean liked."
"No you didn't, you still like him," she accused.
"So what if I do, what do you care!" Cho hissed as she stormed out of the dormitory.
She flared down the girls dormitory steps and plopped herself in front of the fire.
"Well, well if it isn't Cho," Michael jeered as he spotted her.
"Put a cork in it Corner," she spat.
Michael smile grew wide, "I guess with all the hiding you've been doing you haven't heard the news."
Padma who was sitting next to him bit her lip and grabbed his arm, "don't Michael."
"What, you're the one who told me," he defended.
Cho was still fuming over what happened upstairs, "told you what?"
"Your precious Potter is going out with somebody, and from what I hear it isn't you dear," Michael sneered.
Cho felt her stomach drop out and she fought her tears back.
"So who's he dating, not that I care," she said casually.
Padma spoke up this time, "my sister, Pavarti."
Cho nodded her head, "good for her."
She quickly found her feet and left the Ravenclaw common room, she hated this place, this school.
"Big deal," she said to herself, "I have more important things on my mind then stupid Harry Potter."
She walked straight to the library, more determined than ever.
The library was quite this evening, and if finally occurred to Cho why, it was Halloween. She thought about Harry holding Pavarti's hand as they laughed together at the feast. Tears trickled down her soft cheeks, but she didn't care.
"I guess I'll have to talk to Myrtle myself now," Cho said to herself.
She pulled out a few books on Magical History and found a deserted table in the library.
Cho fondled her pendant as she read though each page. It felt cool in her hands.
"I've been looking for you," Harry said as he appeared at the table next to her.
"Hello," Cho said flatly.
"Don't let him see you upset," she thought to herself.
Harry took a seat next to her, "I talked to Myrtle."
Cho lifted her head from her book, "what did she say?"
"I'm not really sure, it didn't make much sense," Harry said in deep thought.
Cho tried to push him with a look.
"Something about a Lynn Chang being a Guardian of the Phoenix," Harry continued.
"And?" Cho urged.
"That's it really, she just heard her talking to herself one day in the bathroom she was hiding in, I'm sorry Cho," Harry said sensing her disappointed.
Cho lowered her head and bit her lip, "it's okay, thanks anyways."
She turned her head back to her book and proceeded to ignore him.
Harry watched for a brief moment, "is something the matter?"
"No," Cho said instantly not looking up from her book.
Harry tried to peer over at what she was reading, "what are you reading that's so interesting?"
Cho sighed, "Colonial American Magical History."
"Yikes, sounds captivating," Harry snickered.
Cho lifted her eyes to meet Harry's, "are you always this annoying?"
"Usually," he confessed with a smile.
Cho shook her head and as she did her quill feel to the floor. She leaned down to pick it up and bumped heads with Harry who had the same idea.
"Ouch," she said as her eyes locked with Harry's again.
They sat there staring at each other, faces literally inches apart. She could feel Harry's warm breath on her cheeks, she couldn't breath, she couldn't think. She kept her eyes wide as his face inched closer to hers.
"Congratulations, I heard about you and Pavarti," she said suddenly breaking away from the intense moment and sitting up, quill in hand.
"Huh?" Harry asked shocked, he rose a moment after she did.
Cho lowered her pink face, "Michael and Padma told me about you two."
Harry gave a light chuckle, "I'm not going out with Pavarti, I'm helping her with private quidditch lesson."
Cho hiccupped trying to hold back a few escaped tears, "what happened to your hand?"
Harry had a deep gash on his right hand and he glanced down at it, "nothing, just a quidditch accident, it'll be fine."
Cho bit her lip and examined his hand. Those few escaped tears feel onto his bare skin.
She gasped as she saw what happened, the wound healed. Harry had only seen this happen before, when Fawkes would heal him after his encounters with Voldemort.
Cho released his hand and placed her hands over her mouth.
"Did you see that?" Harry asked amazed.
Cho was began to cry, "I'm a freak, what the hell is wrong with me."
Harry stared at her, "your not a freak, how can you say that. What you just did, it's amazing."
"Amazing? It isn't amazing, it's not normal," Cho wailed.
"I've already lost all my friends, imagine what everyone will say if this gets out?" she asked as the tears poured from her eyes.
She stood up and quickly started gathering her books she had to get away.
"Please don't leave," Harry begged.
Cho stopped crying, "you don't want me to go?"
"I think we should go talk to Professor Dumbledore," Harry suggested.
"He'll think," Cho stared.
"Your brilliant," Harry finished.
"I know how you're feeling, you feel alone right now. Lets just say I can relate to your situation and if it wasn't for Professor Dumbledore I don't know if I could get though it."
Cho hiccupped loudly, "I guess your right, I do need to talk to someone."
She looked up and felt Harry's warm eyes pouring into her, examining her soul. She held her breath as she saw him drawing nearer to her, again she was feeling his warm breath on her skin. She wanted to feel him, she wanted to be close to him.
"Excuse me," said a Hufflepuff first year as she stumbled across them and ran quickly ran off.
Harry and Cho pulled back quickly and turned scarlet.
"Come one," Harry urged grabbing Cho hand.
Cho hiccupped again, "are you sure Professor Dumbeldore will understand?"
"I'm positive, " Harry assured her.