Sorry for the delay in my publishing (ducks from the flying tomatoes.) I
sincerely wanted to write more on this story sooner, but I have really hit
a snag. This chapter is completely off the path of my outline..but I've
decided to scratch my outline and create a new ending...anyways..Please
keep reading and reviewing..and I promise I'll try to update soon on the
next chapter...
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Chapter thirteen: Evil Stalks Me
Cho flipped open her book as she waited for her study date to arrive. A smile crept onto her face as she envisioned his deep green eyes. They had meet almost everyday, with the exception of Quidditch practice days, the past few weeks, and Cho found herself growing fond of him again.
She glanced down at her enchanted watched and let out a sigh, "I wonder what's keeping him?" she muttered quietly.
"Is this seat taken?" said a familiar voice she wasn't particular glad to hear.
Cho rolled her eyes, adamant about not looking at her company, "actually it is."
"You know the whole house is talking. I mean why Potter of all people?" he continued.
"I honestly don't care what you and the rest of the house thinks," she spat.
He made a reach for her arm, "Cho, you used to care about your house. I mean if we lose this upcoming game against Gryffindor people are going to blame you."
Cho snatched her arm away from his grip, "I would never betray my house or my team, you know that Michael."
He rose from his seat, "this is your last year here at Hogwarts. I just don't want to see you do something you'll regret."
Cho bit her lip and lifted he eyes towards her former boyfriend, "I think I can manage for myself, thanks for your concern."
"Fine, but just so you know, we're voting at the next team meeting whether or not to keep you on the team," he informed her.
Cho eyes grew wide with surprise, but Michael Corner left before she could ask him anything further. She didn't even notice the person she had been waiting for approaching from behind her.
"What were you two discussing?" Harry asked watching in puzzlement.
"Fiddle sticks," Cho said sharply, "he's just trying to scare me."
"Huh?" Harry asked confused.
Cho let out a loud huff, "he told me that the team is voting whether or not to keep me on. They think I'm leaking information to you about Quidditch."
Harry tried not to laugh, "if they only knew."
Cho glared at him, "what is that suppose to mean?"
"Nothing, did you find anything?" Harry asked peering over her shoulder.
Cho shook her head, "absolutely zip about early English magical executions or procedures used during such things. Are you sure your remembering the room correctly?"
"Positive," Harry said firmly, "I don't understand why nobody will tell me what really happened, why is it such a secret?"
Harry and Cho had taken the philosophy that two heads were better than one. She had a mystery to figure out and so did he, and together they could cover twice as much.
"Sometimes, I think they just want us to figure things out for ourselves," Cho said sweetly.
Harry shook his head, "no there was something about the way it happened." He stopped short feeling his eyes well up at the mere memory.
He didn't like to talk about Sirius's death, and Cho knew very little about it. All she knew was he fell though some type of a veil in what appeared to be a public execution area. She understood the amount of pain Harry must be going though so she was delicate about they way she pushed him for information.
"Look I did find something on former dark lords of the past," Cho said eagerly. "Did you know Slytherin himself once shrunk 50 muggles' heads!"
Harry crunched his face, "why?"
"Harry how am I suppose to know the answer to that?" Cho glared at him. "Anyways, start reading, we need to finish the G's before tomorrow."
"Your worse than Hermione," Harry joked.
Cho smile faded, "that isn't very nice Harry."
"It was a joke," Harry informed her.
She rolled her eyes, "not a very funny one."
Harry picked up a book and started scanning the pages.
"Harry, don't your friends wonder why your spending so much time with me instead of them?"
He shrugged, "they seemed a bit preoccupied here lately."
"What do you mean preoccupied?" Cho asked gingerly.
Harry set his book back on the table, "I don't know, their just acting weird, plus I don't really feel comfortable talking to them about everything that is going on. I just don't think they'd understand."
"What is going on, you've never really explained it to me?" Cho asked hopefully.
Harry shook his head, "you don't need to worry about it."
Cho watched him skeptically, "it's has something to do about the seventh month dying, doesn't it?"
His eyes grew wide with apprehension, "I can't tell you. Please don't ask me about it."
"It is killing you to keep it inside. If I weren't meant to know then I wouldn't be dreaming about it. I still hear it, that monotone voice telling the one with the power to vanquish the dark lord will be born when the seventh month dies. I know you were born on July 31st Harry."
Harry went pale as he stared at her in disbelief, "how did you figure that out?"
"I'm a Ravenclaw. Logic is my specialty," she grinned.
Harry tried to force a smile, "I've never told anyone about this not even Ron and Hermione. The only other person in the world that knows about it is Dumbledore."
She placed a warm hand on his arm, "you can trust me. I swear I won't think you mad."
He closed his eyes and took a deep breath, " that voice your hearing, does it sound familiar, like you've heard it before?"
"Maybe, it's hard to tell exactly," Cho confessed.
"A prophecy was made before I was born. That is what you keep hearing in your dream. It's."
"Professor Trelawney," Cho interrupted.
Harry nodded, "that is why Voldemort lured me to the Department of Mysteries last year, he wanted to know the prophecy."
"He knows the first part, but he doesn't know the entirely of it. And I can't tell you because you'd be in serious danger if he ever found out you knew."
Cho let her hand work its way down Harry's arm till her hand found his, "I don't know what to say."
Harry bit his lip and stared down at the table, "me neither."
She didn't take her eyes off him, "I'll help you get though this. I swear you can count on me."
A smile crept back into his face as he nodded in appreciation, "thanks" he mouthed.
Cho felt a warm sensation travel down her spine. She was glad he was opening up to her a little more.
"Oh, your necklace! It's glowing red," Harry observed pointing towards her chest.
Cho let her hand fall to it, but didn't seem to notice its heat; "I think I'm starting to control it a bit better. It isn't so overwhelming anymore."
Harry watched it anxiously, "it looks like it's on fire."
"Yes, it use to burn against my skin, but I don't seem to feel it anymore. Maybe Dumbledore was right," Cho said delicately as the necklace fell between her fingers.
She forced a smile as she picked up another book and feverishly read though the chapters, careful not to skip anything that looked important. Harry seemed quiet but he too seemed content on finishing the task before them.
"I think we should be getting back, it's late," Harry said after a few hours with a yawn.
"Oh, but we only have three books left," Cho protested.
He stretched his arms over his head "we can finish them tomorrow."
She glanced down at her watch, "alright, don't be late though."
Harry rolled his eyes, "I won't be Miss Chang."
The two started to gather their things and made their way into the corridor outside the library.
"I'll see you tomorrow," Cho said lightly as she started to walk away.
Harry seemed to be lost in a thought, "Hey, Cho? Did you know there is a Hogmeade trip coming up."
She laughed slightly, "I noticed."
Harry ruffled his fingers though his hair, "well, I was wondering if you'd like to come with me?"
"Why Mr. Potter are you asking me out on a date?" Cho teased.
"Oh course not," Harry said instantly, "I just thought maybe you'd like to hang out with me, Ron and Hermione."
Cho turned a dark shade of red, "I'll let you know."
She turned as quickly as her feet could possible manage he tore down the hallways in embarrassment. Why was Harry Potter always playing games with her mind? They had become such close friends over the past few weeks; they were always flirting and touching each other. But one mention of a date, and he took off like a bat out of hell. He didn't like her in that way, and she knew it.
Cho shook her head in disappointment as her feet carried her closer to the Ravenclaw common room. She was almost at the entrance when she heard whispering coming from the shadows. Narrowing her eyes she strained to hear what the voices were saying.
"I'm taking the dark mark, tomorrow," said a cold voice.
"Do you think Dumbledore knows about what were doing?" asked another voice.
"How could the old fool know, the Dark Lord is on our side, and soon Dumbldore and Harry Potter will be a forgotten memory."
Cho held her breath, and tried to blend into the shadows, she wasn't sure what would happen if she was seen. As she flung herself against the wall she hit it with a soft thump.
"Did you hear something?" asked one of the shadow voices.
Cho closed her eyes as she felt a cold chill creep up her spine, and though her chest.
"Chang!"
She opened her eyes to see the cold blue eyes of Draco Malfoy, "How much did you hear?"
"Enough," she said bravely, ignoring her shivers.
He flung her into the wall with all his strength, "if you tell anyone, I'll kill you."
Cho narrowed her eyes, and tried to control her breathing, "wait until Dumbledore finds out what your doing, you'll be expelled and thrown into Azkaban."
He laughed coldly, "do you think the ministry has control of Azkaban? It is only a matter of time before my father's master kills your precious Potter."
Malfoy gripped her wrist tightly in his hand and sneered at her, "then you'll see that you've made the wrong choice. You'll come around, but I can't promise I'll wait for you."
She tried to pry her wrist from his grip, "I would rather die than every let you touch me."
He lifted his hand and flung it sharply across her face, "you stupid fool, do you realize what is happening outside of Hogwarts as we speak!"
Cho lifted her head back up and felt a surge of strength; the coldness from her necklace no longer crippled her, but empowered her. She parted her lips and the most horrid ear piercing sound escaped. Malfoy and his goons fell to their knees in pain, clinching their ears. She pushed past them running as fast as her legs would carry her to Dumbledore's office. Evil had shown it's face, and she had conquered her first challenge as the Guardian of the Phoenix.
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Chapter thirteen: Evil Stalks Me
Cho flipped open her book as she waited for her study date to arrive. A smile crept onto her face as she envisioned his deep green eyes. They had meet almost everyday, with the exception of Quidditch practice days, the past few weeks, and Cho found herself growing fond of him again.
She glanced down at her enchanted watched and let out a sigh, "I wonder what's keeping him?" she muttered quietly.
"Is this seat taken?" said a familiar voice she wasn't particular glad to hear.
Cho rolled her eyes, adamant about not looking at her company, "actually it is."
"You know the whole house is talking. I mean why Potter of all people?" he continued.
"I honestly don't care what you and the rest of the house thinks," she spat.
He made a reach for her arm, "Cho, you used to care about your house. I mean if we lose this upcoming game against Gryffindor people are going to blame you."
Cho snatched her arm away from his grip, "I would never betray my house or my team, you know that Michael."
He rose from his seat, "this is your last year here at Hogwarts. I just don't want to see you do something you'll regret."
Cho bit her lip and lifted he eyes towards her former boyfriend, "I think I can manage for myself, thanks for your concern."
"Fine, but just so you know, we're voting at the next team meeting whether or not to keep you on the team," he informed her.
Cho eyes grew wide with surprise, but Michael Corner left before she could ask him anything further. She didn't even notice the person she had been waiting for approaching from behind her.
"What were you two discussing?" Harry asked watching in puzzlement.
"Fiddle sticks," Cho said sharply, "he's just trying to scare me."
"Huh?" Harry asked confused.
Cho let out a loud huff, "he told me that the team is voting whether or not to keep me on. They think I'm leaking information to you about Quidditch."
Harry tried not to laugh, "if they only knew."
Cho glared at him, "what is that suppose to mean?"
"Nothing, did you find anything?" Harry asked peering over her shoulder.
Cho shook her head, "absolutely zip about early English magical executions or procedures used during such things. Are you sure your remembering the room correctly?"
"Positive," Harry said firmly, "I don't understand why nobody will tell me what really happened, why is it such a secret?"
Harry and Cho had taken the philosophy that two heads were better than one. She had a mystery to figure out and so did he, and together they could cover twice as much.
"Sometimes, I think they just want us to figure things out for ourselves," Cho said sweetly.
Harry shook his head, "no there was something about the way it happened." He stopped short feeling his eyes well up at the mere memory.
He didn't like to talk about Sirius's death, and Cho knew very little about it. All she knew was he fell though some type of a veil in what appeared to be a public execution area. She understood the amount of pain Harry must be going though so she was delicate about they way she pushed him for information.
"Look I did find something on former dark lords of the past," Cho said eagerly. "Did you know Slytherin himself once shrunk 50 muggles' heads!"
Harry crunched his face, "why?"
"Harry how am I suppose to know the answer to that?" Cho glared at him. "Anyways, start reading, we need to finish the G's before tomorrow."
"Your worse than Hermione," Harry joked.
Cho smile faded, "that isn't very nice Harry."
"It was a joke," Harry informed her.
She rolled her eyes, "not a very funny one."
Harry picked up a book and started scanning the pages.
"Harry, don't your friends wonder why your spending so much time with me instead of them?"
He shrugged, "they seemed a bit preoccupied here lately."
"What do you mean preoccupied?" Cho asked gingerly.
Harry set his book back on the table, "I don't know, their just acting weird, plus I don't really feel comfortable talking to them about everything that is going on. I just don't think they'd understand."
"What is going on, you've never really explained it to me?" Cho asked hopefully.
Harry shook his head, "you don't need to worry about it."
Cho watched him skeptically, "it's has something to do about the seventh month dying, doesn't it?"
His eyes grew wide with apprehension, "I can't tell you. Please don't ask me about it."
"It is killing you to keep it inside. If I weren't meant to know then I wouldn't be dreaming about it. I still hear it, that monotone voice telling the one with the power to vanquish the dark lord will be born when the seventh month dies. I know you were born on July 31st Harry."
Harry went pale as he stared at her in disbelief, "how did you figure that out?"
"I'm a Ravenclaw. Logic is my specialty," she grinned.
Harry tried to force a smile, "I've never told anyone about this not even Ron and Hermione. The only other person in the world that knows about it is Dumbledore."
She placed a warm hand on his arm, "you can trust me. I swear I won't think you mad."
He closed his eyes and took a deep breath, " that voice your hearing, does it sound familiar, like you've heard it before?"
"Maybe, it's hard to tell exactly," Cho confessed.
"A prophecy was made before I was born. That is what you keep hearing in your dream. It's."
"Professor Trelawney," Cho interrupted.
Harry nodded, "that is why Voldemort lured me to the Department of Mysteries last year, he wanted to know the prophecy."
"He knows the first part, but he doesn't know the entirely of it. And I can't tell you because you'd be in serious danger if he ever found out you knew."
Cho let her hand work its way down Harry's arm till her hand found his, "I don't know what to say."
Harry bit his lip and stared down at the table, "me neither."
She didn't take her eyes off him, "I'll help you get though this. I swear you can count on me."
A smile crept back into his face as he nodded in appreciation, "thanks" he mouthed.
Cho felt a warm sensation travel down her spine. She was glad he was opening up to her a little more.
"Oh, your necklace! It's glowing red," Harry observed pointing towards her chest.
Cho let her hand fall to it, but didn't seem to notice its heat; "I think I'm starting to control it a bit better. It isn't so overwhelming anymore."
Harry watched it anxiously, "it looks like it's on fire."
"Yes, it use to burn against my skin, but I don't seem to feel it anymore. Maybe Dumbledore was right," Cho said delicately as the necklace fell between her fingers.
She forced a smile as she picked up another book and feverishly read though the chapters, careful not to skip anything that looked important. Harry seemed quiet but he too seemed content on finishing the task before them.
"I think we should be getting back, it's late," Harry said after a few hours with a yawn.
"Oh, but we only have three books left," Cho protested.
He stretched his arms over his head "we can finish them tomorrow."
She glanced down at her watch, "alright, don't be late though."
Harry rolled his eyes, "I won't be Miss Chang."
The two started to gather their things and made their way into the corridor outside the library.
"I'll see you tomorrow," Cho said lightly as she started to walk away.
Harry seemed to be lost in a thought, "Hey, Cho? Did you know there is a Hogmeade trip coming up."
She laughed slightly, "I noticed."
Harry ruffled his fingers though his hair, "well, I was wondering if you'd like to come with me?"
"Why Mr. Potter are you asking me out on a date?" Cho teased.
"Oh course not," Harry said instantly, "I just thought maybe you'd like to hang out with me, Ron and Hermione."
Cho turned a dark shade of red, "I'll let you know."
She turned as quickly as her feet could possible manage he tore down the hallways in embarrassment. Why was Harry Potter always playing games with her mind? They had become such close friends over the past few weeks; they were always flirting and touching each other. But one mention of a date, and he took off like a bat out of hell. He didn't like her in that way, and she knew it.
Cho shook her head in disappointment as her feet carried her closer to the Ravenclaw common room. She was almost at the entrance when she heard whispering coming from the shadows. Narrowing her eyes she strained to hear what the voices were saying.
"I'm taking the dark mark, tomorrow," said a cold voice.
"Do you think Dumbledore knows about what were doing?" asked another voice.
"How could the old fool know, the Dark Lord is on our side, and soon Dumbldore and Harry Potter will be a forgotten memory."
Cho held her breath, and tried to blend into the shadows, she wasn't sure what would happen if she was seen. As she flung herself against the wall she hit it with a soft thump.
"Did you hear something?" asked one of the shadow voices.
Cho closed her eyes as she felt a cold chill creep up her spine, and though her chest.
"Chang!"
She opened her eyes to see the cold blue eyes of Draco Malfoy, "How much did you hear?"
"Enough," she said bravely, ignoring her shivers.
He flung her into the wall with all his strength, "if you tell anyone, I'll kill you."
Cho narrowed her eyes, and tried to control her breathing, "wait until Dumbledore finds out what your doing, you'll be expelled and thrown into Azkaban."
He laughed coldly, "do you think the ministry has control of Azkaban? It is only a matter of time before my father's master kills your precious Potter."
Malfoy gripped her wrist tightly in his hand and sneered at her, "then you'll see that you've made the wrong choice. You'll come around, but I can't promise I'll wait for you."
She tried to pry her wrist from his grip, "I would rather die than every let you touch me."
He lifted his hand and flung it sharply across her face, "you stupid fool, do you realize what is happening outside of Hogwarts as we speak!"
Cho lifted her head back up and felt a surge of strength; the coldness from her necklace no longer crippled her, but empowered her. She parted her lips and the most horrid ear piercing sound escaped. Malfoy and his goons fell to their knees in pain, clinching their ears. She pushed past them running as fast as her legs would carry her to Dumbledore's office. Evil had shown it's face, and she had conquered her first challenge as the Guardian of the Phoenix.