I know it has been a while since I've updated (hold the tomatoes.) I've
been out of town, but I did get some writing done while I was away. This
chapter is probably one of the shortest chapters I've written because
nothing much happens, it's is kinda the Sirius situation..read and you'll
see what I mean, if everything goes right the next chapter will be super
long. So anyways..enjoy and review...There isn't a whole lot left, but the
surprise at the end will make it worth it, I hope...
Nothing is my Own..So you can't sue me for copyright infringement. Also, Read and Review..all comments are appreciated.
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Chapter Nineteen: Family Tradition
The small figurine sat motionless on Cho's nightstand. She stared at it, "why did Harry send me his figurine?" The thoughts of Harry fluttered in and out of her mind causing her to smile. She wanted to write him, to talk to him but most of all to see him again.
A knock on the door caused Cho to jump slightly, "come in."
"Cho dear, are you still awake?" her mother asked quietly.
"Yes mum, did you want something?"
Her mother strolled though making her way to her daughter's bed, "your father and I are a bit concerned."
Cho looked puzzled, "what about?"
Her mother gave a sigh, "Harry Potter, we know he's the one who sent you this figurine."
Cho eye's darted to the small dragon, "why are you concerned with Harry?"
"He doesn't exactly have the, well best reputation. We think maybe you shouldn't surround yourself with his kind," her mother said gently.
"His kind?" Cho asked defensively.
"You know, mixed blood. His mother was a muggle, and he does live with a muggle family," Mrs. Chang continued.
"What? Would you rather me surround myself with people like the Malfoys?" Cho said, meaning it to sound sarcastic.
"They are purebloods, I know Mr. Malfoy has been in a bit of trouble lately, but they're a good family."
"Weren't the Potter's a good family?" Cho questioned.
"The elder Potter's were, and yes James Potter was a pure blood, but," her mother sighed, "I've just heard so many conflicting things about this Harry. He went though a terrible ordeal when he was very young, and sometimes that can affect people in weird ways."
"You don't even know him and you're judging him. I'm perfectly capable of making my own decision," Cho said wishing to end the conversation.
"I don't want to see you get hurt again, as your mother, I can't go though that again," her mother said on the verge of tears.
"I'm not going to get hurt," Cho snapped back.
Her mother leaned in and kissed her forehead, "I'm not trying to tell you how to live your life, just think about it before you jump into something head first. Your father wanted me to tell you he also doesn't approve the boy."
Mrs. Chang closed the door quietly, and Cho rolled violently away from the door.
"Why do they have to be so stubborn," Cho muttered to herself.
"Oh this is pointless."
She flung herself from her bed and stormed over to her desk.
Dear Harry,
I know you didn't ask me to write you.
"No that sounds stupid," she lectured herself.
Dear Harry,
Why did you send me your figurine?
Cho shook her head.
Dear Harry,
I hope you're having a Happy Christmas. I just wanted to thank your for the gift, but I'm curious why you sent it to me. Please write back, I'll be waiting for your response.
Cho
Before she could have a chance to change her mind, she snuck out her bedroom and ran down the stairs to the family owl room and sent off her letter.
"Cho, what are you doing up at this hour?" said the stern voice of Cho's father.
"Dad, I was just sending a letter to a friend," Cho confessed.
Cho father narrowed his eyes, "you were sending a letter to him!"
"You are my daughter, and as long as you live under my roof, you'll live by my rules," he continued.
Cho bit her lip, choking back her tears, "why are you doing this?"
"You are not to see that boy again, do you understand me?" he finished.
Cho felt her warm tears streaming down her face, "No, I don't understand, you can't keep me from seeing him."
"I'm your father, don't tell me what I can't do!"
"WELL YOU CAN'T! I LIKE HARRY, AND IF I WANT TO SEE HIM I WILL!" Cho shrilled, it was the first time she had ever raised her voice to her father.
"Pack your things, I want you out of my house. I will not tolerate this kind of disrespect," Cho father retaliated.
"FINE!" she pushed passed him feeling miserable.
She reached her room and started throwing thing into her chest, why was she being so stupid? Her and Harry weren't anything. He had asked Pavarti Patril to write him over the holidays, not Cho.
"Cho, apologize to your father, he doesn't want you to leave," said the kind voice her her family house elf as he entered her bedroom to help her pack.
"I will not contour to his stupid ways of thinking!" Cho cried.
"Do you love him miss?" Alford asked.
"No," Cho said suddenly.
Alford smiled, "then ask yourself, is he worth throwing your family away?"
"They don't like him because of what they read in the Daily News, they don't even know him," she continued.
Alford shook his head, "they don't like him because they don't want to see you hurt and suffer again."
Cho wiped the tears off her face and took in a couple breaths between sobs.
"Harry Potter will die, it is his destiny, and he will leave you morning not the loss of one love but two."
Cho legs gave way and she collapsed to the floor, a tiny voice in her head piecing everything together.
"The one with the power to vanquish the Dark Lord will be born as the Seventh Month dies."
"It's his destiny to vanquish the Dark Lord," Cho finally cried.
"Neither can live while the other survives."
Cho sobbed uncontrollable, everything finally made sense.
"It's okay miss, Alford is here," the house elf tried to comfort.
"He can't die Alford, I love him," Cho finally confessed to herself. "I've always loved him."
"You're just upset now miss," Alford continued.
"No, I betrayed Cedric before he even died. When I saw the two of them on the Quidditch field after the end of the third task," Cho broke down her guilt overwhelming her, "I was relieved, if I had to choose between Cedric or Harry living, I would have picked Harry."
"Master Chang would like to see his only child marry into a strong pure blood family."
"Like the Malfoys," Cho spat.
Alford nodded.
Cho took a few deep breaths and started to pack again.
"Please do not leave miss," Alford begged.
Cho looked at the only family she felt she had left, "I'm not one of them, and I never will be."
She closed the lid of her trunk and carried it eagerly down the stairs to where her parents were arguing viciously.
"You tell you daughter she doesn't have to leave!" her mother spat at her father.
"My daughter would have never have raised her voice to me, I do not know this witch in front of me," her father said coldly.
"Cho, you don't have to go, stay apologize to your father," Cho's mother pleaded.
"Goodbye," Cho managed to choke out before heading to the door.
"CHO, don't walk out that door," her mother bellowed.
Moments later she sat at the edge of the corner waiting for the Knight's Bus.
"Where to miss?" greeted the bus driver.
"Hogwarts please," Cho said politely.
The bus was empty at this late hour, and several beds were made neatly inviting her to take a short nap during her voyage.
"Look a tab bit down on this Christmas day, I'm up here ya know, if ya need a friendly ear," he rambled.
Cho felt the breath escape from her chest as the bus began to move with a loud pop to begin the bumpy ride.
"um Sir, is it suppose to be this bumpy?" Cho asked clinching onto the seat with a tight grip.
"Nothing to worry about, call me Stan by the way," the drive said a happily, "what'cha name?"
Wide eye she finally managed to mutter out, "Cho."
"That's an unusual name?" Stan said suddenly.
"It's Chinese," she said, still nervous.
Stan nodded, "that had been my guess, any relations to the Changs?"
Cho stared out the window fighting back her tears, "no."
As far as she was concerned she wasn't a Chang anymore.
Nothing is my Own..So you can't sue me for copyright infringement. Also, Read and Review..all comments are appreciated.
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Chapter Nineteen: Family Tradition
The small figurine sat motionless on Cho's nightstand. She stared at it, "why did Harry send me his figurine?" The thoughts of Harry fluttered in and out of her mind causing her to smile. She wanted to write him, to talk to him but most of all to see him again.
A knock on the door caused Cho to jump slightly, "come in."
"Cho dear, are you still awake?" her mother asked quietly.
"Yes mum, did you want something?"
Her mother strolled though making her way to her daughter's bed, "your father and I are a bit concerned."
Cho looked puzzled, "what about?"
Her mother gave a sigh, "Harry Potter, we know he's the one who sent you this figurine."
Cho eye's darted to the small dragon, "why are you concerned with Harry?"
"He doesn't exactly have the, well best reputation. We think maybe you shouldn't surround yourself with his kind," her mother said gently.
"His kind?" Cho asked defensively.
"You know, mixed blood. His mother was a muggle, and he does live with a muggle family," Mrs. Chang continued.
"What? Would you rather me surround myself with people like the Malfoys?" Cho said, meaning it to sound sarcastic.
"They are purebloods, I know Mr. Malfoy has been in a bit of trouble lately, but they're a good family."
"Weren't the Potter's a good family?" Cho questioned.
"The elder Potter's were, and yes James Potter was a pure blood, but," her mother sighed, "I've just heard so many conflicting things about this Harry. He went though a terrible ordeal when he was very young, and sometimes that can affect people in weird ways."
"You don't even know him and you're judging him. I'm perfectly capable of making my own decision," Cho said wishing to end the conversation.
"I don't want to see you get hurt again, as your mother, I can't go though that again," her mother said on the verge of tears.
"I'm not going to get hurt," Cho snapped back.
Her mother leaned in and kissed her forehead, "I'm not trying to tell you how to live your life, just think about it before you jump into something head first. Your father wanted me to tell you he also doesn't approve the boy."
Mrs. Chang closed the door quietly, and Cho rolled violently away from the door.
"Why do they have to be so stubborn," Cho muttered to herself.
"Oh this is pointless."
She flung herself from her bed and stormed over to her desk.
Dear Harry,
I know you didn't ask me to write you.
"No that sounds stupid," she lectured herself.
Dear Harry,
Why did you send me your figurine?
Cho shook her head.
Dear Harry,
I hope you're having a Happy Christmas. I just wanted to thank your for the gift, but I'm curious why you sent it to me. Please write back, I'll be waiting for your response.
Cho
Before she could have a chance to change her mind, she snuck out her bedroom and ran down the stairs to the family owl room and sent off her letter.
"Cho, what are you doing up at this hour?" said the stern voice of Cho's father.
"Dad, I was just sending a letter to a friend," Cho confessed.
Cho father narrowed his eyes, "you were sending a letter to him!"
"You are my daughter, and as long as you live under my roof, you'll live by my rules," he continued.
Cho bit her lip, choking back her tears, "why are you doing this?"
"You are not to see that boy again, do you understand me?" he finished.
Cho felt her warm tears streaming down her face, "No, I don't understand, you can't keep me from seeing him."
"I'm your father, don't tell me what I can't do!"
"WELL YOU CAN'T! I LIKE HARRY, AND IF I WANT TO SEE HIM I WILL!" Cho shrilled, it was the first time she had ever raised her voice to her father.
"Pack your things, I want you out of my house. I will not tolerate this kind of disrespect," Cho father retaliated.
"FINE!" she pushed passed him feeling miserable.
She reached her room and started throwing thing into her chest, why was she being so stupid? Her and Harry weren't anything. He had asked Pavarti Patril to write him over the holidays, not Cho.
"Cho, apologize to your father, he doesn't want you to leave," said the kind voice her her family house elf as he entered her bedroom to help her pack.
"I will not contour to his stupid ways of thinking!" Cho cried.
"Do you love him miss?" Alford asked.
"No," Cho said suddenly.
Alford smiled, "then ask yourself, is he worth throwing your family away?"
"They don't like him because of what they read in the Daily News, they don't even know him," she continued.
Alford shook his head, "they don't like him because they don't want to see you hurt and suffer again."
Cho wiped the tears off her face and took in a couple breaths between sobs.
"Harry Potter will die, it is his destiny, and he will leave you morning not the loss of one love but two."
Cho legs gave way and she collapsed to the floor, a tiny voice in her head piecing everything together.
"The one with the power to vanquish the Dark Lord will be born as the Seventh Month dies."
"It's his destiny to vanquish the Dark Lord," Cho finally cried.
"Neither can live while the other survives."
Cho sobbed uncontrollable, everything finally made sense.
"It's okay miss, Alford is here," the house elf tried to comfort.
"He can't die Alford, I love him," Cho finally confessed to herself. "I've always loved him."
"You're just upset now miss," Alford continued.
"No, I betrayed Cedric before he even died. When I saw the two of them on the Quidditch field after the end of the third task," Cho broke down her guilt overwhelming her, "I was relieved, if I had to choose between Cedric or Harry living, I would have picked Harry."
"Master Chang would like to see his only child marry into a strong pure blood family."
"Like the Malfoys," Cho spat.
Alford nodded.
Cho took a few deep breaths and started to pack again.
"Please do not leave miss," Alford begged.
Cho looked at the only family she felt she had left, "I'm not one of them, and I never will be."
She closed the lid of her trunk and carried it eagerly down the stairs to where her parents were arguing viciously.
"You tell you daughter she doesn't have to leave!" her mother spat at her father.
"My daughter would have never have raised her voice to me, I do not know this witch in front of me," her father said coldly.
"Cho, you don't have to go, stay apologize to your father," Cho's mother pleaded.
"Goodbye," Cho managed to choke out before heading to the door.
"CHO, don't walk out that door," her mother bellowed.
Moments later she sat at the edge of the corner waiting for the Knight's Bus.
"Where to miss?" greeted the bus driver.
"Hogwarts please," Cho said politely.
The bus was empty at this late hour, and several beds were made neatly inviting her to take a short nap during her voyage.
"Look a tab bit down on this Christmas day, I'm up here ya know, if ya need a friendly ear," he rambled.
Cho felt the breath escape from her chest as the bus began to move with a loud pop to begin the bumpy ride.
"um Sir, is it suppose to be this bumpy?" Cho asked clinching onto the seat with a tight grip.
"Nothing to worry about, call me Stan by the way," the drive said a happily, "what'cha name?"
Wide eye she finally managed to mutter out, "Cho."
"That's an unusual name?" Stan said suddenly.
"It's Chinese," she said, still nervous.
Stan nodded, "that had been my guess, any relations to the Changs?"
Cho stared out the window fighting back her tears, "no."
As far as she was concerned she wasn't a Chang anymore.