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Chapter 1
Harry lay awake in his bedroom at the Dursleys, thinking about everything that came to mind, school, Sirius's death, Ron, Hermione, and Cho.
"How could I have been so thick-headed! I should have listened, why! I don't know what to do!" Harry said, almost yelling. The sound of Hedwig in his cage gave him an idea.
"I could write to Sirius! He'd know what-" Harry stopped, reminded of the pain of Sirius's death. "I could write to him, if he were alive." His wonderful idea vanished. "What if I write to her. She can't be still mad at me, I know it. I think that whole thing with Michael Corner was a set up anyways."
Harry got a quill and parchment, and began writing.
Dearest Cho,
I want to tell you that I'm sorry of what happened between us last year. I should have recognized the signs that you wanted to talk about Cedric. I feel like a piece of scum. My 5th year was the hardest year ever, not just because of O.W.L.s, but felling what Vol- I mean He-Who Must-No-Be- Name's emotions, and also the fact that no one believed that he was back. Anyway, the truth is Cho, I love you. From that first time I laid eyes on you at the Quiddich match, I love you. No wonder the sky is always so gray, all the blue is in your eyes.
Love,
Harry Potter
Harry was exhausted, so he took off his glasses, and fell asleep.
Chapter 1
Harry lay awake in his bedroom at the Dursleys, thinking about everything that came to mind, school, Sirius's death, Ron, Hermione, and Cho.
"How could I have been so thick-headed! I should have listened, why! I don't know what to do!" Harry said, almost yelling. The sound of Hedwig in his cage gave him an idea.
"I could write to Sirius! He'd know what-" Harry stopped, reminded of the pain of Sirius's death. "I could write to him, if he were alive." His wonderful idea vanished. "What if I write to her. She can't be still mad at me, I know it. I think that whole thing with Michael Corner was a set up anyways."
Harry got a quill and parchment, and began writing.
Dearest Cho,
I want to tell you that I'm sorry of what happened between us last year. I should have recognized the signs that you wanted to talk about Cedric. I feel like a piece of scum. My 5th year was the hardest year ever, not just because of O.W.L.s, but felling what Vol- I mean He-Who Must-No-Be- Name's emotions, and also the fact that no one believed that he was back. Anyway, the truth is Cho, I love you. From that first time I laid eyes on you at the Quiddich match, I love you. No wonder the sky is always so gray, all the blue is in your eyes.
Love,
Harry Potter
Harry was exhausted, so he took off his glasses, and fell asleep.