Chapter 3: Alone
Chanse pushed through the giant Great Hall doors and looked to either side of her and no one was there. She pulled her hood, from behind her head, and laid it on the top of her head, and quickly ran down the front stairs out into the courtyard.
She looked to her right and saw the small wooden doors that led out into the boundaries of Hogwarts and then the outside lining of the boundaries were the gates into and out of Hogwarts. Chanse let a small smile slip from her lips as she began to run towards the small wooden doors.
She pushed open the boundary doors and ran through the boundary and to the gates of Hogwarts.
When she reached the gates she placed one of her hands on her knee and the other one she wrapped around the cold iron of the gate.
She looked up and saw a winter wonderland all around her, 'I didn't realize it had snowed this much.' Chanse laughed inside her head.
"Hoggy Hogwarts!" Chanse yelled at the gates.
She cringed at the squeaky noise of the old iron gates slowly opening.
When the gates had opened enough for Chanse to slip through them, she slipped through and ran out into the open spaces of the outside land, beyond Hogwarts. She pulled out her wand and pointed it at the ground, "Vanishinmo snow." The snow slowly grew to a state of clear and then completely disappeared all together.
Chanse slowly walked around the outside ground till she came upon the shattered pieces of Cho's tear. She slowly took her wand and pointed it at the shattered pieces, "Reparo." She whispered, as she watched the tear slide across the ground and merged together to repaired itself.
Chanse slid her hand across the ground and scooped the tear into her hand and slowly stood up. "Prior Incantato vanishinmo." Chanse whispered as she watched the ground around her slowly turn a ghostly grey and then, once again, the ground was covered.
She stuck her wand back in her robe, and clenched the tear in her hand and walked back to Hogwarts, with her head down.
She continued walking back when she saw something moving in the brushes. Chanse stopped walking and quickly turned her head and looked over into the forest. 'Even in broad daylight the forest is still dark as night.' Chanse thought as she looked around to see who was in there.
"Chanse what are you doing out here?" A voice from behind Chanse asked.
Chanse turned around and saw Hagrid standing behind her in the snow. She slowly opened her hand and looked down at the tear. "Nothing Hagrid," Chanse looked up, "just enjoying the outside."
"Well you best be getting inside now." Hagrid walked over to Chanse, and softly grabbed one of Chanse's hands and cupped it in his, "Your hands are cold as ice."
"It's just cold," Chanse slid her hand out of Hagrid's hands, "that's all."
Hagrid nodded his head and continued walking passed Chanse and towards his hut. All Chanse did was stay standing in her spot, and watched out of the corner of her eyes, as Hagrid passed by her.
When she heard the softly close of Hagrid's hut's door she let out a small sigh of relief and started pushed her legs through the snow towards the gates.
When she reached the gates she slowly slid her hand into her robe pocket and carefully laid the tear down in her pocket. She pulled her hand out of her pocket and held her hands up to the gate, "Hoggy Hogwarts." Chanse, again, cringed at the sound of the gate opening.
Chanse started out slowly walking back to the Great Hall when she remembered that she only had a short amount of time to get in to the Great Hall, give Cho the tear, and eat, before all the houses would be called back to go up to their houses to wait for the new students. She started to walk faster and then her fast walk grew into jogging then into running, faster and faster.
She finally reached the next set of gates, and she pushed them open and started running towards the Great Hall. "Where were you just coming from?" A voice hissed.
Chanse turned around and saw Professor Snape standing next to the fountain with his arms crossed.
"I was..." Chanse tried to think of a good reason why she was off of school grounds.
"What house are you in now?" Snape snapped.
"Gryffindor, sir." Chanse softly spoke.
"Surprise, surprise, a Potter making trouble, the first five minutes into school," Snape mocked, "just like your little brother and that red-head friend of his, Ronald Weasley, did in the beginning of their second year."
Chanse knew if she looked at Snape in the eyes that he would take points off of Gryffindor. "So why were you off of school grounds, without permission?"
"Well, sir," Chanse searched her mind for a good excuse, "I was...I was..."
"It doesn't matter," Chanse quickly looked up at the dark Professor, in shock, "but I should take points from you." Snape smirked.
"She was with me Professor." A voice laughed.
"And what was she doing with you Hagrid?" Chanse looked up and saw Hagrid walking towards Snape.
"I needed some help finding some Fire Seeds."
Snape raised his eyebrow at Hagrid, "Not another fucking dragon Hagrid?"
"No," Hagrid chuckled, "it's the winter time I need something for the fire to keep it going."
Chanse watched as the dark professor walked over to her and bend down next to her ear, and Chanse took a step back, "I trust you the most out of the goody-goody Gryffindors...so...watch out for my daughter." Snape whispered in her ear.
He glared at Hagrid, who had a puzzled look on his face, and then Snape swished his cap, as he turned, and started to walk into the shadow, "And Potter."
"Yes Professor."
"Don't let me catch you off grounds, without permission."
"Yes sir." Chanse nodded, and then Chanse turned back to Hagrid, "Thank you."
"No problem." Hagrid laughed as he put his hand on Chanse's shoulder, "how about we get back to the feast?"
Chanse nodded her head and walked back to the Great Hall with Hagrid by her side.
When she reached the Great Hall, Hagrid pushed the doors open and let Chanse walk in first, and then shortly after he followed behind her. They turned their separate ways, Hagrid up to the High Table, and Chanse towards the Gryffindor table.
"Hey Chanse, where'd you go?" Lee Jordan asked as he tossed a pepper imp in his mouth, and then puffed out the smoke.
Chanse looked up at Snape, who glared at her, "I had one of the strangest things happen to me," Chanse slightly laughed, as she looked down at Kirstyn. "Hold on." Chanse smiled, as she turned and started walking towards the Ravenclaw table.
"Here." Chanse grabbed Cho's hand and placed the tear in it, and closed Cho's fingers around it, "you dropped this."
"I don't drop things unless on purpose," Cho sighed, as she stared deeper into her plate, "so I must have done it on purpose.
"But you don't need to." Chanse smirked.
Cho wanted to open her hand up and look what Chanse had placed in it, but she tightened her grip, and turned and looked at Chanse. "Yes I do," Cho sighed as she grabbed Chanse's hand and pushed the tear in Chanse's hand, and closed Chanse's fingers around the tear.
"Save it for a time when I really need it." Chanse smiled, trying not to cry, as she pushed the tear back in Cho's hand, and walked away.
Chanse walked back to the Gryffindor table and sat down, "What was all that about?" Seamus laughed.
Chanse let a smile across her face as she watched Cho slowly unroll her fingers, and stare at the shimmering tear that lay in her palm. Cho looked up from her hand, at Chanse, in complete shock.
Chanse slightly shook her head, and then she slightly laughed and looked at the table. She looked back up at Cho and saw Cho mouthed 'thank you' to Chanse. Chanse nodded her head with a faint smile across her face.
"I love how mail gets here so early in the year." Neville laughed as he pointed at the ceiling.
Chanse looked up at the ceiling, as did the rest of the Gryffindor house, "Neville mail doesn't come till, at least, at the earliest, tomorrow." Hermione laughed.
"Pluto?" Chanse whispered, as she stared up at the small owl flying around at the top of the ceiling.
"What Chanse?" Angelina leaned over and asked Chanse.
"MAIL!" A Hufflepuff student yelled, and everyone in the Great Hall looked up and saw the small bird flying above everyone.
"Isn't that Oliver's bird?" Alicia squinted her eyes at the ceiling.
"Pluto." Chanse smiled as she held her hands out.
Everyone in the room watched as the small brown bird flew in one more circle in the ceiling and then gracefully flew down along the Gryffindor table, and dropped a small letter in Chanse's hands, and then flew out of the Great Hall.
"If Errol was dropping that off, she would have dropped herself off with it." Harry chuckled.
"Shut up Harry." Ron hissed. "Just because Errol isn't quiet as graceful has Hedwig doesn't mean you can make fun of her."
"Errol isn't graceful at all." Dean teased.
"Ron you should rephrase that sentence," Hermione corrected, "it should be...Shut up Harry...just because Errol isn't even close to as graceful as Hedwig or the other owls in this world doesn't mean you can make fun of her."
The small section of the Gryffindor table that heard Hermione's correction erupted with laughter, while Ron's ear flared red, and he tried to think of a good come back.
"Well Errol's not even my bird," Ron huffed, "I have..." Ron looked down the table at Ginny, who was laughing with Lavender, "Pig." He huffed in discussed.
"You alright Ron?" Alicia asked, with a little laugh.
"I hate that name," Ron looked back at Ginny, who looked down at him and smiled and then went back to Lavender, "why did Ginny have to name him that...Pig...Yuck!"
Within a few moment of saying Pig's name he came flying in the Great Hall in quiet a frenzy. Pig came flying down to Ron and sat on Ron's head. "Go away Pig, I don't need you." Ron shouted at the small bird, as he waved his arms at Pig.
Pig squawked and flew up into the air, and flew around in circles above Ron. "Shoo Pig!" Ron shouted over all the people laughing at him and Pig.
Chanse laughed as she slid her wand across the top of the envelope and opened it, and read:
Dear Chanse,
Hey...I bet you're wondering where I am, huh? Well see...this is really hard to say...
Chanse looked up from the letter, and thought, 'This is how...no Oliver wouldn't...the kiss,' then Chanse let out a small laugh, 'he wouldn't.' she reassured herself.
Chanse continued reading:
My parents (they said they met you a bunch of times while I was in my coma...and approved of you very much so (but I didn't need their approval...but I knew they'd like you)) thought it would be best, without asking me first, that I don't go to Hogwarts anymore...
Chanse slowly looked away from the letter, and tried not to cry. 'Maybe it will say I'm just joking...or something.' Chanse thought.
They've transferred me to Durmstrang. They thought that Beauxbatons really isn't a good school for my sanity, so they thought Durmstrang would suit me better.
I think that Hogwarts suits me the best...I think you suit me the best.
Sincerely and always yours,
Oliver
Chanse looked away from the letter, trying not to cry, and then she quickly got a feeling someone was watching her. She looked up at the High Table, at Dumbledore, and he closed his eyes and slowly nodded his old head.
Chanse, without thinking, stood up and slowly stepped over the bench, shoved the letter in her robe pocket, and quietly walked towards the door.
Chanse slipped out of the Great Hall without anyone noticing, because they were all to busy laughing at Ron and Pig.
She pulled the giant Great Hall door shut behind her and quietly walked up the rotating stairs.
'They've transferred me to Durmstrang' kept ringing through Chanse's head, as she picked up speed, as she ran up the rotating stairs...running from her fear and pain.
Chanse ran up a thing of stairs that was rotating, but she didn't realize that they were rotating...she ran to the edge.
She wobbled back and forth, till she left forward...
Chanse huffed and puffed as she looked down into the deep darkness below her. Then she looked up at her hand and saw her right hand holding onto the edge of a platform.
She swung her left hand up and gripped the platform, and swung her body, slightly, until she threw her left leg up on the platform. She pulled herself up, quickly, but not quick enough...a thing of stairs slid along the side of her right leg, just before she pulled it up to her body.
She grabbed her leg, where she was cut, and pressed against it as hard as she could. She slowly turned her hand off of the cut, and watched as blood slowly poured out of it, and down her leg. She pressed her hand back against the cut and looked up at the rotating stairs above her.
She felt the cold of her blood slid in between her fingers and roll down them. She looked down at her hand and saw a single trail of blood down her hand, and a drop of blood dangling from the side of her pinky. It wiggled back and forth, as Chanse fell into a trace watching it, not realizing her eyes were filling with tears.
The drop of blood wiggled harder and harder, and at the same time her eyes filled with tears, faster and faster. The drop wiggled till it couldn't hold on anymore, and her eyes filled till they couldn't hold back the tears any long.
Chanse blinked her eyes and one tear slowly ran down her cheek and came to a quick stop. The other tear rolled down her another cheek and slowly rolled off her cheek and feel towards the ground.
Chanse fell into a deeper trance as she watched the drop of blood and tear softly fall towards the ground, till they both hit the cold stone platform. When they hit the ground Chanse blinked her eyes and looked away from the ground.
She pushed out a deep breath and slid her hand off her leg and onto the cold ground, where she pushed herself up, and stood up. She stepped in the puddle, of water mixed with blood, and walked down a small dark hallway.
Chanse walked down the hallway till it came to an end. "Password?" a stern voice asked.
Chanse looked up and saw a picture of a knight standing very straight, holding his sword's handle in one of his hands, and the tip of it in the ground.
"Password?"
Chanse's mouth dropped open, "Knight?" Chanse gasped.
"Chanse?" The Knight leaned, a little, forward and looked closely at Chanse, "I didn't recognize you...you changed your hair."
Chanse held a piece of her hair up and looked at it, "Yeah I did, I thought longer would suit me better, for this year." She slightly laughed.
"So what have you been up to?" The Knight asked, sweetly.
"Well I was changed to..." Chanse voice trailed off as she looked down at the ground, not being able to look up at the Knight.
"You were changed to what?"
Every word the Knight had just spoke made Chanse feel like her heart was dropping farther down in her body.
"Chanse, are you ok?" The Knight whispered.
Chanse's eyes filled with tears, as she remembered the times, last year, when the Knight had helped her out, and had used that exact tone of voice to help her.
"Chanse?" The Knight whispered, again.
Chanse closed her eyes, and kept them close, as she raised her head up to the Knight, "No." She whispered, as she slowly opened her eyes and looked at the Knight, as small tears flood her eyes, and spilled out onto her cheek.
"Chanse," the Knight whispered, "What were you changed to?"
"Gryffindor," Chanse whispered, as she closed her eyes and looked down at the ground. "I was transferred to the Gryffindor house." Chanse said a little louder, as she looked up at the Knight with tears running down her face, faster and faster.
"But why?" The Knight gasped.
"No." Chanse whispered, as she turned and ran from the Knight, back down the hallway.
*BAM*
Chanse ran into someone and fell to the ground. She didn't care who she had ran into, but she knew that she couldn't run any long, she was knocked down and now she was staying down.
"Chanse?" A voice whispered.
Chanse looked up with puffy eyes, and saw a blurred image of Master, through her tears. "Master?"
Master bent down to the ground and placed his hand on Chanse's hand, "I'm here." he whispered.
Chanse couldn't take it anymore, she felt so alone right now. She felt as though she was falling apart and everyone could see her; she just needed something to hold on to.
Chanse fell forward into Master's arms, and pulled him closer to her as she cried on his shoulder, grabbing his shirt, praying that he wouldn't ever let go of her.
"Shhh Chanse," Master whispered in Chanse's ear as he rocked her back and forth, "It's ok."
"Master what are you doing on the floor?" a voice from behind Master asked.
Chanse softly pushed off of Master and wiped her eyes and looked behind Master and saw Cho standing behind him.
"Chanse?" Cho gasped.
"Cho." Chanse whispered, as she slowly stood up.
Chanse walked pasted Master and tried to run to Cho but her leg had become too weak, and she fell to the ground but Cho caught her.
"Chanse its ok," Cho whispered as she pulled Chanse closer to her and grasped her tightly, "I'm here."
Master stood up and walked over to Cho and bent down next to Cho's ear and whispered, "I'm going inside."
Cho nodded her head.
Cho waited and heard the entrance open and then she heard the door close behind Master. "Chanse I'm here now, it's ok." Cho whispered.
"I feel so alone." Chanse cried.
"Chanse you're not alone, though."
"But I feel alone."
"But you're not."
"Cho promise me you'll never leave me."
Cho softly pushed Chanse off of her and looked deep into Chanse's emerald green eyes, "Chanse no one's leaving you."
Chanse looked down at the cold ground and then looked back up at Cho, "just promise me you'll never leave me, Cho."
Cho pulled Chanse closer to her; again, "I promise."
Chanse pushed through the giant Great Hall doors and looked to either side of her and no one was there. She pulled her hood, from behind her head, and laid it on the top of her head, and quickly ran down the front stairs out into the courtyard.
She looked to her right and saw the small wooden doors that led out into the boundaries of Hogwarts and then the outside lining of the boundaries were the gates into and out of Hogwarts. Chanse let a small smile slip from her lips as she began to run towards the small wooden doors.
She pushed open the boundary doors and ran through the boundary and to the gates of Hogwarts.
When she reached the gates she placed one of her hands on her knee and the other one she wrapped around the cold iron of the gate.
She looked up and saw a winter wonderland all around her, 'I didn't realize it had snowed this much.' Chanse laughed inside her head.
"Hoggy Hogwarts!" Chanse yelled at the gates.
She cringed at the squeaky noise of the old iron gates slowly opening.
When the gates had opened enough for Chanse to slip through them, she slipped through and ran out into the open spaces of the outside land, beyond Hogwarts. She pulled out her wand and pointed it at the ground, "Vanishinmo snow." The snow slowly grew to a state of clear and then completely disappeared all together.
Chanse slowly walked around the outside ground till she came upon the shattered pieces of Cho's tear. She slowly took her wand and pointed it at the shattered pieces, "Reparo." She whispered, as she watched the tear slide across the ground and merged together to repaired itself.
Chanse slid her hand across the ground and scooped the tear into her hand and slowly stood up. "Prior Incantato vanishinmo." Chanse whispered as she watched the ground around her slowly turn a ghostly grey and then, once again, the ground was covered.
She stuck her wand back in her robe, and clenched the tear in her hand and walked back to Hogwarts, with her head down.
She continued walking back when she saw something moving in the brushes. Chanse stopped walking and quickly turned her head and looked over into the forest. 'Even in broad daylight the forest is still dark as night.' Chanse thought as she looked around to see who was in there.
"Chanse what are you doing out here?" A voice from behind Chanse asked.
Chanse turned around and saw Hagrid standing behind her in the snow. She slowly opened her hand and looked down at the tear. "Nothing Hagrid," Chanse looked up, "just enjoying the outside."
"Well you best be getting inside now." Hagrid walked over to Chanse, and softly grabbed one of Chanse's hands and cupped it in his, "Your hands are cold as ice."
"It's just cold," Chanse slid her hand out of Hagrid's hands, "that's all."
Hagrid nodded his head and continued walking passed Chanse and towards his hut. All Chanse did was stay standing in her spot, and watched out of the corner of her eyes, as Hagrid passed by her.
When she heard the softly close of Hagrid's hut's door she let out a small sigh of relief and started pushed her legs through the snow towards the gates.
When she reached the gates she slowly slid her hand into her robe pocket and carefully laid the tear down in her pocket. She pulled her hand out of her pocket and held her hands up to the gate, "Hoggy Hogwarts." Chanse, again, cringed at the sound of the gate opening.
Chanse started out slowly walking back to the Great Hall when she remembered that she only had a short amount of time to get in to the Great Hall, give Cho the tear, and eat, before all the houses would be called back to go up to their houses to wait for the new students. She started to walk faster and then her fast walk grew into jogging then into running, faster and faster.
She finally reached the next set of gates, and she pushed them open and started running towards the Great Hall. "Where were you just coming from?" A voice hissed.
Chanse turned around and saw Professor Snape standing next to the fountain with his arms crossed.
"I was..." Chanse tried to think of a good reason why she was off of school grounds.
"What house are you in now?" Snape snapped.
"Gryffindor, sir." Chanse softly spoke.
"Surprise, surprise, a Potter making trouble, the first five minutes into school," Snape mocked, "just like your little brother and that red-head friend of his, Ronald Weasley, did in the beginning of their second year."
Chanse knew if she looked at Snape in the eyes that he would take points off of Gryffindor. "So why were you off of school grounds, without permission?"
"Well, sir," Chanse searched her mind for a good excuse, "I was...I was..."
"It doesn't matter," Chanse quickly looked up at the dark Professor, in shock, "but I should take points from you." Snape smirked.
"She was with me Professor." A voice laughed.
"And what was she doing with you Hagrid?" Chanse looked up and saw Hagrid walking towards Snape.
"I needed some help finding some Fire Seeds."
Snape raised his eyebrow at Hagrid, "Not another fucking dragon Hagrid?"
"No," Hagrid chuckled, "it's the winter time I need something for the fire to keep it going."
Chanse watched as the dark professor walked over to her and bend down next to her ear, and Chanse took a step back, "I trust you the most out of the goody-goody Gryffindors...so...watch out for my daughter." Snape whispered in her ear.
He glared at Hagrid, who had a puzzled look on his face, and then Snape swished his cap, as he turned, and started to walk into the shadow, "And Potter."
"Yes Professor."
"Don't let me catch you off grounds, without permission."
"Yes sir." Chanse nodded, and then Chanse turned back to Hagrid, "Thank you."
"No problem." Hagrid laughed as he put his hand on Chanse's shoulder, "how about we get back to the feast?"
Chanse nodded her head and walked back to the Great Hall with Hagrid by her side.
When she reached the Great Hall, Hagrid pushed the doors open and let Chanse walk in first, and then shortly after he followed behind her. They turned their separate ways, Hagrid up to the High Table, and Chanse towards the Gryffindor table.
"Hey Chanse, where'd you go?" Lee Jordan asked as he tossed a pepper imp in his mouth, and then puffed out the smoke.
Chanse looked up at Snape, who glared at her, "I had one of the strangest things happen to me," Chanse slightly laughed, as she looked down at Kirstyn. "Hold on." Chanse smiled, as she turned and started walking towards the Ravenclaw table.
"Here." Chanse grabbed Cho's hand and placed the tear in it, and closed Cho's fingers around it, "you dropped this."
"I don't drop things unless on purpose," Cho sighed, as she stared deeper into her plate, "so I must have done it on purpose.
"But you don't need to." Chanse smirked.
Cho wanted to open her hand up and look what Chanse had placed in it, but she tightened her grip, and turned and looked at Chanse. "Yes I do," Cho sighed as she grabbed Chanse's hand and pushed the tear in Chanse's hand, and closed Chanse's fingers around the tear.
"Save it for a time when I really need it." Chanse smiled, trying not to cry, as she pushed the tear back in Cho's hand, and walked away.
Chanse walked back to the Gryffindor table and sat down, "What was all that about?" Seamus laughed.
Chanse let a smile across her face as she watched Cho slowly unroll her fingers, and stare at the shimmering tear that lay in her palm. Cho looked up from her hand, at Chanse, in complete shock.
Chanse slightly shook her head, and then she slightly laughed and looked at the table. She looked back up at Cho and saw Cho mouthed 'thank you' to Chanse. Chanse nodded her head with a faint smile across her face.
"I love how mail gets here so early in the year." Neville laughed as he pointed at the ceiling.
Chanse looked up at the ceiling, as did the rest of the Gryffindor house, "Neville mail doesn't come till, at least, at the earliest, tomorrow." Hermione laughed.
"Pluto?" Chanse whispered, as she stared up at the small owl flying around at the top of the ceiling.
"What Chanse?" Angelina leaned over and asked Chanse.
"MAIL!" A Hufflepuff student yelled, and everyone in the Great Hall looked up and saw the small bird flying above everyone.
"Isn't that Oliver's bird?" Alicia squinted her eyes at the ceiling.
"Pluto." Chanse smiled as she held her hands out.
Everyone in the room watched as the small brown bird flew in one more circle in the ceiling and then gracefully flew down along the Gryffindor table, and dropped a small letter in Chanse's hands, and then flew out of the Great Hall.
"If Errol was dropping that off, she would have dropped herself off with it." Harry chuckled.
"Shut up Harry." Ron hissed. "Just because Errol isn't quiet as graceful has Hedwig doesn't mean you can make fun of her."
"Errol isn't graceful at all." Dean teased.
"Ron you should rephrase that sentence," Hermione corrected, "it should be...Shut up Harry...just because Errol isn't even close to as graceful as Hedwig or the other owls in this world doesn't mean you can make fun of her."
The small section of the Gryffindor table that heard Hermione's correction erupted with laughter, while Ron's ear flared red, and he tried to think of a good come back.
"Well Errol's not even my bird," Ron huffed, "I have..." Ron looked down the table at Ginny, who was laughing with Lavender, "Pig." He huffed in discussed.
"You alright Ron?" Alicia asked, with a little laugh.
"I hate that name," Ron looked back at Ginny, who looked down at him and smiled and then went back to Lavender, "why did Ginny have to name him that...Pig...Yuck!"
Within a few moment of saying Pig's name he came flying in the Great Hall in quiet a frenzy. Pig came flying down to Ron and sat on Ron's head. "Go away Pig, I don't need you." Ron shouted at the small bird, as he waved his arms at Pig.
Pig squawked and flew up into the air, and flew around in circles above Ron. "Shoo Pig!" Ron shouted over all the people laughing at him and Pig.
Chanse laughed as she slid her wand across the top of the envelope and opened it, and read:
Dear Chanse,
Hey...I bet you're wondering where I am, huh? Well see...this is really hard to say...
Chanse looked up from the letter, and thought, 'This is how...no Oliver wouldn't...the kiss,' then Chanse let out a small laugh, 'he wouldn't.' she reassured herself.
Chanse continued reading:
My parents (they said they met you a bunch of times while I was in my coma...and approved of you very much so (but I didn't need their approval...but I knew they'd like you)) thought it would be best, without asking me first, that I don't go to Hogwarts anymore...
Chanse slowly looked away from the letter, and tried not to cry. 'Maybe it will say I'm just joking...or something.' Chanse thought.
They've transferred me to Durmstrang. They thought that Beauxbatons really isn't a good school for my sanity, so they thought Durmstrang would suit me better.
I think that Hogwarts suits me the best...I think you suit me the best.
Sincerely and always yours,
Oliver
Chanse looked away from the letter, trying not to cry, and then she quickly got a feeling someone was watching her. She looked up at the High Table, at Dumbledore, and he closed his eyes and slowly nodded his old head.
Chanse, without thinking, stood up and slowly stepped over the bench, shoved the letter in her robe pocket, and quietly walked towards the door.
Chanse slipped out of the Great Hall without anyone noticing, because they were all to busy laughing at Ron and Pig.
She pulled the giant Great Hall door shut behind her and quietly walked up the rotating stairs.
'They've transferred me to Durmstrang' kept ringing through Chanse's head, as she picked up speed, as she ran up the rotating stairs...running from her fear and pain.
Chanse ran up a thing of stairs that was rotating, but she didn't realize that they were rotating...she ran to the edge.
She wobbled back and forth, till she left forward...
Chanse huffed and puffed as she looked down into the deep darkness below her. Then she looked up at her hand and saw her right hand holding onto the edge of a platform.
She swung her left hand up and gripped the platform, and swung her body, slightly, until she threw her left leg up on the platform. She pulled herself up, quickly, but not quick enough...a thing of stairs slid along the side of her right leg, just before she pulled it up to her body.
She grabbed her leg, where she was cut, and pressed against it as hard as she could. She slowly turned her hand off of the cut, and watched as blood slowly poured out of it, and down her leg. She pressed her hand back against the cut and looked up at the rotating stairs above her.
She felt the cold of her blood slid in between her fingers and roll down them. She looked down at her hand and saw a single trail of blood down her hand, and a drop of blood dangling from the side of her pinky. It wiggled back and forth, as Chanse fell into a trace watching it, not realizing her eyes were filling with tears.
The drop of blood wiggled harder and harder, and at the same time her eyes filled with tears, faster and faster. The drop wiggled till it couldn't hold on anymore, and her eyes filled till they couldn't hold back the tears any long.
Chanse blinked her eyes and one tear slowly ran down her cheek and came to a quick stop. The other tear rolled down her another cheek and slowly rolled off her cheek and feel towards the ground.
Chanse fell into a deeper trance as she watched the drop of blood and tear softly fall towards the ground, till they both hit the cold stone platform. When they hit the ground Chanse blinked her eyes and looked away from the ground.
She pushed out a deep breath and slid her hand off her leg and onto the cold ground, where she pushed herself up, and stood up. She stepped in the puddle, of water mixed with blood, and walked down a small dark hallway.
Chanse walked down the hallway till it came to an end. "Password?" a stern voice asked.
Chanse looked up and saw a picture of a knight standing very straight, holding his sword's handle in one of his hands, and the tip of it in the ground.
"Password?"
Chanse's mouth dropped open, "Knight?" Chanse gasped.
"Chanse?" The Knight leaned, a little, forward and looked closely at Chanse, "I didn't recognize you...you changed your hair."
Chanse held a piece of her hair up and looked at it, "Yeah I did, I thought longer would suit me better, for this year." She slightly laughed.
"So what have you been up to?" The Knight asked, sweetly.
"Well I was changed to..." Chanse voice trailed off as she looked down at the ground, not being able to look up at the Knight.
"You were changed to what?"
Every word the Knight had just spoke made Chanse feel like her heart was dropping farther down in her body.
"Chanse, are you ok?" The Knight whispered.
Chanse's eyes filled with tears, as she remembered the times, last year, when the Knight had helped her out, and had used that exact tone of voice to help her.
"Chanse?" The Knight whispered, again.
Chanse closed her eyes, and kept them close, as she raised her head up to the Knight, "No." She whispered, as she slowly opened her eyes and looked at the Knight, as small tears flood her eyes, and spilled out onto her cheek.
"Chanse," the Knight whispered, "What were you changed to?"
"Gryffindor," Chanse whispered, as she closed her eyes and looked down at the ground. "I was transferred to the Gryffindor house." Chanse said a little louder, as she looked up at the Knight with tears running down her face, faster and faster.
"But why?" The Knight gasped.
"No." Chanse whispered, as she turned and ran from the Knight, back down the hallway.
*BAM*
Chanse ran into someone and fell to the ground. She didn't care who she had ran into, but she knew that she couldn't run any long, she was knocked down and now she was staying down.
"Chanse?" A voice whispered.
Chanse looked up with puffy eyes, and saw a blurred image of Master, through her tears. "Master?"
Master bent down to the ground and placed his hand on Chanse's hand, "I'm here." he whispered.
Chanse couldn't take it anymore, she felt so alone right now. She felt as though she was falling apart and everyone could see her; she just needed something to hold on to.
Chanse fell forward into Master's arms, and pulled him closer to her as she cried on his shoulder, grabbing his shirt, praying that he wouldn't ever let go of her.
"Shhh Chanse," Master whispered in Chanse's ear as he rocked her back and forth, "It's ok."
"Master what are you doing on the floor?" a voice from behind Master asked.
Chanse softly pushed off of Master and wiped her eyes and looked behind Master and saw Cho standing behind him.
"Chanse?" Cho gasped.
"Cho." Chanse whispered, as she slowly stood up.
Chanse walked pasted Master and tried to run to Cho but her leg had become too weak, and she fell to the ground but Cho caught her.
"Chanse its ok," Cho whispered as she pulled Chanse closer to her and grasped her tightly, "I'm here."
Master stood up and walked over to Cho and bent down next to Cho's ear and whispered, "I'm going inside."
Cho nodded her head.
Cho waited and heard the entrance open and then she heard the door close behind Master. "Chanse I'm here now, it's ok." Cho whispered.
"I feel so alone." Chanse cried.
"Chanse you're not alone, though."
"But I feel alone."
"But you're not."
"Cho promise me you'll never leave me."
Cho softly pushed Chanse off of her and looked deep into Chanse's emerald green eyes, "Chanse no one's leaving you."
Chanse looked down at the cold ground and then looked back up at Cho, "just promise me you'll never leave me, Cho."
Cho pulled Chanse closer to her; again, "I promise."