Chapter 28: More Important
"Miss Chang?" a voice whispered from behind.
Chanse and Cho turned around to find madam Pomfrey standing in the doorway, "Hello Madam Pomfrey." Cho put on her sweetest smile.
"What are you doing in Miss Potter's room so late?"
Cho's grew dull, "I wanted to see her, without having the pressure of having people waiting to see her." Cho sighed, "I mean when I came to see her she was asleep."
"She was asleep when a lot of people came to see her." Madam Pomfrey huffed.
"Well..." Cho was out of ideas to get out of being in trouble.
"She felt like something was wrong with me," Chanse interrupted.
"Is there something wrong?" Madam Pomfrey looked worried.
"No," Chanse sighed, "I'm fine."
"That's good."
"But it's a good thing that Cho came." Chanse smiled.
"Why?"
"She helped me remember a little about my past from when I was a witch."
Madam Pomfrey stepped into the room, "Is that right?" she smiled proudly.
"Yes." Cho smiled back.
"Well thank you Miss Chang, for your help," Madam Pomfrey nodded, "but I'm still going to have to ask you to leave."
"But..."
"Cho, if you leave now then I won't take points from you and Ravenclaw." Madam Pomfrey raised her eyebrows at Cho.
"Yes Madam Pomfrey." Cho nodded, and left the room.
Madam Pomfrey slowly walked over to Chanse's monitors and checked over the machines, she then walked over to the end of Chanse's bed and looked over Chanse's charts of her health.
"What is it Madam Pomfrey?" Chanse whispered, as she gripped the sheets in her hands, as if she squeezed hard enough someone would answer her prayers.
"Chanse," Madam Pomfrey looked over at Chanse's slightly pale face, "your health has decreased."
Chanse loosened her gripped on the sheets and closed her eyes, "By how much?" She whispered.
"Not a lot."
Chanse's eyes slowly opened to reveal that they were filled with tears, "By how much?" she said more sternly.
"Well if you were at about ninety percent before then you're at about eighty-five to eighty percent." She whispered as she set Chanse's health charts back at the end of Chanse's bed.
Chanse looked down at her crisp white sheets and closed her eyes. She watched as a couple of tears fell down and hit the white sheets, giving them a couple of small damp spots. "Madam Pomfrey may I leave soon?" Chanse looked back up at Madam Pomfrey with a mixture of anger, sadness, and fear.
"I don't know Chanse," Madam Pomfrey shook her head, "the more you're around people you used to know the worse your health gets."
"Eventually I'll die...no matter what there's nothing anyone can do to prevent me dying."
"But we can help you live longer if you're in the hospital."
"So you're saying, you would rather keep me here so I die without know a single thing about my past, instead of going out there," Chanse pointed out the window, "with the people from my past, and getting the chance to die with a head full of great memories?"
"That's not what I was saying..."
"That sounded like what you were saying." Chanse snapped.
Madam Pomfrey straightened her shoulders and looked Chanse dead in the eyes, "You are in no state to leave this hospital." She turned her back and started to leave Chanse's room.
"You may think not...but I think so." Chanse whispered to herself with a smirk across her face.
Madam Pomfrey stopped in the doorway, "What did you say?" she turned and looked at Chanse.
"Madam Pomfrey," Chanse sighed, "even though I've lost my memory there's some things you don't lose," she nodded her head. "Like your gut instincts, you heart, and your personality."
"What are you talking about Miss Potter?" Madam Pomfrey huffed.
"I know my personality is telling me that no matter what you say, this is too much part of my life just to stay in this room," she sighed. "So no matter what, I'll leave...no matter what you say."
"And what about your gut instincts? And your heart?" Madam Pomfrey whispered. "What are they telling you?"
"My heart is telling me that it has a chunk of it missing and if I stay here I'll never have that hole fixed."
"So your hearts says to leave also?"
"Yes." Chanse whispered, "And my gut instinct says the same thing."
"So what do you want me to do?" Madam Pomfrey huffed. "Take the chance of releasing you from this room and having you die by the end of this week, instead of keeping you here and having you live till next year."
"It's not a matter of how long I want to live...cause if I had my choice it would be till next year..." Chanse whispered, "It's a matter of how I want to die." Chanse sighed, "We all know I'm going to die...no matter what," Chanse gasped. "So the real matter is do I want to die happy? Or sad?" Chanse whispered, "Which one do you think?"
Madam Pomfrey stared at the girl that had seemed to transform into a woman in front of Madam Pomfrey's eyes. "I think you want to die happy...so you may leave tomorrow morning when you are ready." Madam Pomfrey turned and walked out of the door before Chanse could say anything.
Chanse stared at the closed door as the pale moonlight shined on it. "Thank you Madam Pomfrey." She smiled, as she sunk down into her sheets and went to bed.
~~~~~~~~~
Chanse's eyes fluttered opened to the sun slowly over the castle walls of Hogwarts. "That's the best sunrise I've seen," Chanse whispered with a smile as she thought about how she was going to be around everyone from her past and she was going to remember everything, Then Chanse's smiled left as soon as she thought, "Then when I'll remember I'll die." She whispered to herself.
"But you'll die happy," a voice whispered, "which is what you want."
Chanse rolled over to fine Madam Pomfrey standing in the doorway, "More then anything."
"I thought you would be up this early." She nodded. "So all your stuff is packed up, and one of your school robes is laid on top of your bags," she smiled, "and it's Saturday so Quidditch practice will be in the afternoon, most likely everyone will meet in the courtyard, which you can see if you look out your window." Madam Pomfrey pointed out the large window.
Chanse slightly smiled, "Thank you Madam Pomfrey."
"Don't thank me...you did this for yourself and I only did this because I believe you can prove me wrong," Madam Pomfrey smirked, "and I want you to prove me wrong."
"I plan on doing that." Chanse smiled back, as Madam Pomfrey closed the door.
Chanse slowly crawled out of bed and walked over to her clothes and quickly changed into her robes, and headed out the door.
"Are you leaving?" Madam Pomfrey asked as she saw Chanse started to walk out the hospital door.
"I was planning on it." Chanse smirked.
"Just be careful Chanse."
"I will," Chanse nodded, "anything that bothers me I'll come straight to you...no ifs, ands, or buts...I promise."
"Good." Madam Pomfrey smiled as she watched Chanse leave the hospital.
Chanse closed the door behind her and stared down the hallway. She closed her eyes and took a deep breath in of the air around her. 'It's so nice not to be locked up and hooked up to all that crap in the damn room.' Chanse thought, but the rumbles of her stomach quickly interrupted her thoughts.
"Looks like someone's hungry," a voice from next to Chanse laughed.
Chanse turned and saw a tall guy next to her, "Who are you?"
"Brandon Rosedale."
"Oh," Chanse nodded.
"Um...Chanse I need to talk to you," Brandon stumbled over his words.
"Ok." Chanse followed Brandon down the hallway until they came to stand outside of a large wooden door.
"This is the Great Hall," Chanse had a blank look across her face, "which is where everyone eats."
"Oh."
"Come on." Brandon opened the large door and let Chanse go in first.
Chanse walked into a large room with four long tables facing one other large table. No one was inside and Brandon sat Chanse down. "This may not be the best time to do this, but it needs to be done before it's too late," Chanse's hand grew clammy the more Brandon talked. "I know this probably isn't the best thing to do in your condition."
"Brandon," Chanse laughed, "just spit it out."
Brandon took a deep breath in, "Ok." He blew out his breath and talked slowly, "Well the two of us used to date before you lost your memory. But the truth was that I only dated you to make my ex-girlfriend jealous of you, so that she would want me back," Chanse stared down at her hands in shock, "and...well..."
"It worked," Chanse, whispered as she looked up at Brandon, "your plan worked."
"Yeah."
"Congratulation."
Brandon looked up at Chanse in surprise, "Are you alright?"
"Why would I be upset?" Chanse laughed, "I have more important things to be upset about," Chanse smirked, and then thought to herself, 'Like how I'm to die' she then began to talk again, "then this."
"Are you sure?"
"I'm just happy that you think I could make someone jealous," Chanse laughed, "and I'm happy that it worked."
"I'm also doing this because when I looked at the way Oliver loves you I know that I could never love you like he loves you," Brandon said as he stood up.
"Well if he loves me so much...why are I together with him?"
"Because he cheated on you." A voice from behind sounded.
Chanse and Brandon looked behind and saw a tall black girl walking towards them. "Well I'm leaving now," Brandon nodded to the black girl, "Angelina it was nice seeing you," then he turned and nodded to Chanse, and whispered, "I'm sorry I did that you Chanse."
"I'm not," Chanse smiled, "cause it will make me stronger in the long run...so thank you." Brandon smiled at Chanse and then left the Great Hall.
"Where's he going?" Angelina sat down next to Chanse.
"He's leaving, for good," Chanse saw Angelina start to open her mouth, "but I want to hear about this Oliver cheating on me." Chanse said quickly.
Angelina turned to Chanse and went over every detail about Oliver cheating on Chanse, while the rest of Hogwarts slowly filed into the Great Hall.
"...and that's why you're not with Oliver Wood."
"Oh." Chanse was a little in shock.
"I can't believe you told her all of that," Cho shook her head.
"What?!" Angelina shrieked.
"First couple of memories we tell her about and the first one she hears is how her ex-boyfriend cheated on her...smooth Angelina...just smooth." Cho teased.
"Well then I'll change the subject to a good memory of Chanse's." Angelina smirked, "Like Quidditch," Angelina smiled. "You ready for practice this afternoon? We're going to meet..."
"What's Quidditch?" Chanse interrupted.
"What's Quidditch?!" Angelina gasped, "Are you serious?"
Chanse turned to Cho, "What is it?"
"Quidditch is the main sport in the wizardry world," Cho started, "it's played on brooms and..."
"And you're awesome at it," Angelina interrupted, "you even are signed with a professional Quidditch team...Puddlemere United."
"Oh," Chanse looked down at the wooden table in front of her.
"You're going to come to practice at least...right?" Angelina weakly smiled.
"No." Chanse whispered.
"Why not?!" Angelina huffed.
"Because I quit." Chanse looked up at Angelina as Chanse began to stand up, "Cho will you take me to find someone to take me to the Gryffindor Commons Room, please?"
"Sure." Cho whispered as she started to help Chanse.
"YOU'RE QUITTING QUIDDITCH?!" Angelina yelled.
"Angelina calm down." Cho snapped.
"Cho it's alright," Chanse nodded. "Angelina," Angelina looked at Chanse, "why would I waste my time on a sport I'm a pro at, when I don't even remember how to play?"
Chanse grabbed Cho's arm and started out of the Great Hall, leaving Angelina dumbfounded in the middle of the Hall. "Are you really quitting?" Cho whispered as she led Chanse down the long hallway in hopes that a Gryffindor student would walk by.
"It's like I told Angelina...I'm not going to waste my time on something I don't even know."
Cho nodded her head as she looked down at Chanse and her feet. She slowly raised her head up and saw Harry Potter wave bye to his friends, Hermione and Ron. "Come on Chanse." Cho gripped Chanse's arm, as she led her down the hallway towards Harry.
"Where are we going?" Chanse huffed as she ran behind Cho.
"Harry!" Cho called out, "Wait up."
Cho ran up to Harry, "Hey Cho, what's up?"
"Can you take Chanse up to the Gryffindor Commons Room?"
"I was actually looking for you Chanse," Harry nodded, "I wouldn't mind at all." Harry held out his arm for Chanse.
"Thank you." Chanse smiled as she slipped her arm through Harry's arm.
"Chanse I'll catch up with you later." Cho smiled as she ran off.
"Alright!" Chanse called out.
"You ready to go?" Harry smiled.
"Let's go." Chanse smiled back.
Harry slowly led Chanse up the rotating stairs towards the Gryffindor Commons Room, in complete silence. Chanse stared in awe of all the moving pictures that were waving and talking to her. "This is awesome." Chanse laughed as she waved back to a picture.
"Yeah." Harry shrugged off.
Chanse turned to Harry, "You're pretty quiet...why?"
"Did you really quit Quidditch?" Harry bluntly said.
"Yeah." Chanse nodded.
"Why?"
"I have more important things to do and deal with then mess with a sport like Quidditch, which I don't even remember how to play, right now."
"Like what?"
"Well...one of those many things is you."
"Why me?"
"Because you're my brother."
"What?" Harry gasped, as he came to a complete stop. "What'd you say?"
"I said...."
"Miss Potter?" an old voice spoke from behind the two Potter kids.
"Yes?" Chanse turned around to see a tall skinny witch, with square glasses and her hair was pulled back into a tight bun.
"I'm Professor McGonagall," Professor McGonagall said without any emotions, "I am Gryffindor's Head of House, and teacher of Transfiguration."
"Nice to meet you Professor," Chanse shook her hand.
"I haven't come here to introduce myself to you."
"Then why did you come?" Chanse said bluntly, and Professor McGonagall gave her a sternly look, "Professor." Chanse smiled weakly.
"I have the job, as Head of the House of Gryffindor, to go around to every Gryffindor student and ask them if they wish to be a part of the Dueling Club...would you like to be a part of it?"
"I don't think in this kind of state I should be." Chanse sighed.
"Nonsense," Professor McGonagall scoffed, "you'll pick up on things, and we'll get someone to help you out with anything you need."
"Well what do you do in Dueling Club?"
"You Dueling." Harry coughed under his breath.
Chanse gave a quick sharp hit to Harry's ribs, "Thank you Harry but I asked Professor McGonagall."
"Well we get a group of kids from each class, ranging from all years, so that they can test their skills of battling in front of the school." McGonagall nodded her head, "So will you?"
"Sure," Chanse smiled, "Why not."
"Miss Chang?" a voice whispered from behind.
Chanse and Cho turned around to find madam Pomfrey standing in the doorway, "Hello Madam Pomfrey." Cho put on her sweetest smile.
"What are you doing in Miss Potter's room so late?"
Cho's grew dull, "I wanted to see her, without having the pressure of having people waiting to see her." Cho sighed, "I mean when I came to see her she was asleep."
"She was asleep when a lot of people came to see her." Madam Pomfrey huffed.
"Well..." Cho was out of ideas to get out of being in trouble.
"She felt like something was wrong with me," Chanse interrupted.
"Is there something wrong?" Madam Pomfrey looked worried.
"No," Chanse sighed, "I'm fine."
"That's good."
"But it's a good thing that Cho came." Chanse smiled.
"Why?"
"She helped me remember a little about my past from when I was a witch."
Madam Pomfrey stepped into the room, "Is that right?" she smiled proudly.
"Yes." Cho smiled back.
"Well thank you Miss Chang, for your help," Madam Pomfrey nodded, "but I'm still going to have to ask you to leave."
"But..."
"Cho, if you leave now then I won't take points from you and Ravenclaw." Madam Pomfrey raised her eyebrows at Cho.
"Yes Madam Pomfrey." Cho nodded, and left the room.
Madam Pomfrey slowly walked over to Chanse's monitors and checked over the machines, she then walked over to the end of Chanse's bed and looked over Chanse's charts of her health.
"What is it Madam Pomfrey?" Chanse whispered, as she gripped the sheets in her hands, as if she squeezed hard enough someone would answer her prayers.
"Chanse," Madam Pomfrey looked over at Chanse's slightly pale face, "your health has decreased."
Chanse loosened her gripped on the sheets and closed her eyes, "By how much?" She whispered.
"Not a lot."
Chanse's eyes slowly opened to reveal that they were filled with tears, "By how much?" she said more sternly.
"Well if you were at about ninety percent before then you're at about eighty-five to eighty percent." She whispered as she set Chanse's health charts back at the end of Chanse's bed.
Chanse looked down at her crisp white sheets and closed her eyes. She watched as a couple of tears fell down and hit the white sheets, giving them a couple of small damp spots. "Madam Pomfrey may I leave soon?" Chanse looked back up at Madam Pomfrey with a mixture of anger, sadness, and fear.
"I don't know Chanse," Madam Pomfrey shook her head, "the more you're around people you used to know the worse your health gets."
"Eventually I'll die...no matter what there's nothing anyone can do to prevent me dying."
"But we can help you live longer if you're in the hospital."
"So you're saying, you would rather keep me here so I die without know a single thing about my past, instead of going out there," Chanse pointed out the window, "with the people from my past, and getting the chance to die with a head full of great memories?"
"That's not what I was saying..."
"That sounded like what you were saying." Chanse snapped.
Madam Pomfrey straightened her shoulders and looked Chanse dead in the eyes, "You are in no state to leave this hospital." She turned her back and started to leave Chanse's room.
"You may think not...but I think so." Chanse whispered to herself with a smirk across her face.
Madam Pomfrey stopped in the doorway, "What did you say?" she turned and looked at Chanse.
"Madam Pomfrey," Chanse sighed, "even though I've lost my memory there's some things you don't lose," she nodded her head. "Like your gut instincts, you heart, and your personality."
"What are you talking about Miss Potter?" Madam Pomfrey huffed.
"I know my personality is telling me that no matter what you say, this is too much part of my life just to stay in this room," she sighed. "So no matter what, I'll leave...no matter what you say."
"And what about your gut instincts? And your heart?" Madam Pomfrey whispered. "What are they telling you?"
"My heart is telling me that it has a chunk of it missing and if I stay here I'll never have that hole fixed."
"So your hearts says to leave also?"
"Yes." Chanse whispered, "And my gut instinct says the same thing."
"So what do you want me to do?" Madam Pomfrey huffed. "Take the chance of releasing you from this room and having you die by the end of this week, instead of keeping you here and having you live till next year."
"It's not a matter of how long I want to live...cause if I had my choice it would be till next year..." Chanse whispered, "It's a matter of how I want to die." Chanse sighed, "We all know I'm going to die...no matter what," Chanse gasped. "So the real matter is do I want to die happy? Or sad?" Chanse whispered, "Which one do you think?"
Madam Pomfrey stared at the girl that had seemed to transform into a woman in front of Madam Pomfrey's eyes. "I think you want to die happy...so you may leave tomorrow morning when you are ready." Madam Pomfrey turned and walked out of the door before Chanse could say anything.
Chanse stared at the closed door as the pale moonlight shined on it. "Thank you Madam Pomfrey." She smiled, as she sunk down into her sheets and went to bed.
~~~~~~~~~
Chanse's eyes fluttered opened to the sun slowly over the castle walls of Hogwarts. "That's the best sunrise I've seen," Chanse whispered with a smile as she thought about how she was going to be around everyone from her past and she was going to remember everything, Then Chanse's smiled left as soon as she thought, "Then when I'll remember I'll die." She whispered to herself.
"But you'll die happy," a voice whispered, "which is what you want."
Chanse rolled over to fine Madam Pomfrey standing in the doorway, "More then anything."
"I thought you would be up this early." She nodded. "So all your stuff is packed up, and one of your school robes is laid on top of your bags," she smiled, "and it's Saturday so Quidditch practice will be in the afternoon, most likely everyone will meet in the courtyard, which you can see if you look out your window." Madam Pomfrey pointed out the large window.
Chanse slightly smiled, "Thank you Madam Pomfrey."
"Don't thank me...you did this for yourself and I only did this because I believe you can prove me wrong," Madam Pomfrey smirked, "and I want you to prove me wrong."
"I plan on doing that." Chanse smiled back, as Madam Pomfrey closed the door.
Chanse slowly crawled out of bed and walked over to her clothes and quickly changed into her robes, and headed out the door.
"Are you leaving?" Madam Pomfrey asked as she saw Chanse started to walk out the hospital door.
"I was planning on it." Chanse smirked.
"Just be careful Chanse."
"I will," Chanse nodded, "anything that bothers me I'll come straight to you...no ifs, ands, or buts...I promise."
"Good." Madam Pomfrey smiled as she watched Chanse leave the hospital.
Chanse closed the door behind her and stared down the hallway. She closed her eyes and took a deep breath in of the air around her. 'It's so nice not to be locked up and hooked up to all that crap in the damn room.' Chanse thought, but the rumbles of her stomach quickly interrupted her thoughts.
"Looks like someone's hungry," a voice from next to Chanse laughed.
Chanse turned and saw a tall guy next to her, "Who are you?"
"Brandon Rosedale."
"Oh," Chanse nodded.
"Um...Chanse I need to talk to you," Brandon stumbled over his words.
"Ok." Chanse followed Brandon down the hallway until they came to stand outside of a large wooden door.
"This is the Great Hall," Chanse had a blank look across her face, "which is where everyone eats."
"Oh."
"Come on." Brandon opened the large door and let Chanse go in first.
Chanse walked into a large room with four long tables facing one other large table. No one was inside and Brandon sat Chanse down. "This may not be the best time to do this, but it needs to be done before it's too late," Chanse's hand grew clammy the more Brandon talked. "I know this probably isn't the best thing to do in your condition."
"Brandon," Chanse laughed, "just spit it out."
Brandon took a deep breath in, "Ok." He blew out his breath and talked slowly, "Well the two of us used to date before you lost your memory. But the truth was that I only dated you to make my ex-girlfriend jealous of you, so that she would want me back," Chanse stared down at her hands in shock, "and...well..."
"It worked," Chanse, whispered as she looked up at Brandon, "your plan worked."
"Yeah."
"Congratulation."
Brandon looked up at Chanse in surprise, "Are you alright?"
"Why would I be upset?" Chanse laughed, "I have more important things to be upset about," Chanse smirked, and then thought to herself, 'Like how I'm to die' she then began to talk again, "then this."
"Are you sure?"
"I'm just happy that you think I could make someone jealous," Chanse laughed, "and I'm happy that it worked."
"I'm also doing this because when I looked at the way Oliver loves you I know that I could never love you like he loves you," Brandon said as he stood up.
"Well if he loves me so much...why are I together with him?"
"Because he cheated on you." A voice from behind sounded.
Chanse and Brandon looked behind and saw a tall black girl walking towards them. "Well I'm leaving now," Brandon nodded to the black girl, "Angelina it was nice seeing you," then he turned and nodded to Chanse, and whispered, "I'm sorry I did that you Chanse."
"I'm not," Chanse smiled, "cause it will make me stronger in the long run...so thank you." Brandon smiled at Chanse and then left the Great Hall.
"Where's he going?" Angelina sat down next to Chanse.
"He's leaving, for good," Chanse saw Angelina start to open her mouth, "but I want to hear about this Oliver cheating on me." Chanse said quickly.
Angelina turned to Chanse and went over every detail about Oliver cheating on Chanse, while the rest of Hogwarts slowly filed into the Great Hall.
"...and that's why you're not with Oliver Wood."
"Oh." Chanse was a little in shock.
"I can't believe you told her all of that," Cho shook her head.
"What?!" Angelina shrieked.
"First couple of memories we tell her about and the first one she hears is how her ex-boyfriend cheated on her...smooth Angelina...just smooth." Cho teased.
"Well then I'll change the subject to a good memory of Chanse's." Angelina smirked, "Like Quidditch," Angelina smiled. "You ready for practice this afternoon? We're going to meet..."
"What's Quidditch?" Chanse interrupted.
"What's Quidditch?!" Angelina gasped, "Are you serious?"
Chanse turned to Cho, "What is it?"
"Quidditch is the main sport in the wizardry world," Cho started, "it's played on brooms and..."
"And you're awesome at it," Angelina interrupted, "you even are signed with a professional Quidditch team...Puddlemere United."
"Oh," Chanse looked down at the wooden table in front of her.
"You're going to come to practice at least...right?" Angelina weakly smiled.
"No." Chanse whispered.
"Why not?!" Angelina huffed.
"Because I quit." Chanse looked up at Angelina as Chanse began to stand up, "Cho will you take me to find someone to take me to the Gryffindor Commons Room, please?"
"Sure." Cho whispered as she started to help Chanse.
"YOU'RE QUITTING QUIDDITCH?!" Angelina yelled.
"Angelina calm down." Cho snapped.
"Cho it's alright," Chanse nodded. "Angelina," Angelina looked at Chanse, "why would I waste my time on a sport I'm a pro at, when I don't even remember how to play?"
Chanse grabbed Cho's arm and started out of the Great Hall, leaving Angelina dumbfounded in the middle of the Hall. "Are you really quitting?" Cho whispered as she led Chanse down the long hallway in hopes that a Gryffindor student would walk by.
"It's like I told Angelina...I'm not going to waste my time on something I don't even know."
Cho nodded her head as she looked down at Chanse and her feet. She slowly raised her head up and saw Harry Potter wave bye to his friends, Hermione and Ron. "Come on Chanse." Cho gripped Chanse's arm, as she led her down the hallway towards Harry.
"Where are we going?" Chanse huffed as she ran behind Cho.
"Harry!" Cho called out, "Wait up."
Cho ran up to Harry, "Hey Cho, what's up?"
"Can you take Chanse up to the Gryffindor Commons Room?"
"I was actually looking for you Chanse," Harry nodded, "I wouldn't mind at all." Harry held out his arm for Chanse.
"Thank you." Chanse smiled as she slipped her arm through Harry's arm.
"Chanse I'll catch up with you later." Cho smiled as she ran off.
"Alright!" Chanse called out.
"You ready to go?" Harry smiled.
"Let's go." Chanse smiled back.
Harry slowly led Chanse up the rotating stairs towards the Gryffindor Commons Room, in complete silence. Chanse stared in awe of all the moving pictures that were waving and talking to her. "This is awesome." Chanse laughed as she waved back to a picture.
"Yeah." Harry shrugged off.
Chanse turned to Harry, "You're pretty quiet...why?"
"Did you really quit Quidditch?" Harry bluntly said.
"Yeah." Chanse nodded.
"Why?"
"I have more important things to do and deal with then mess with a sport like Quidditch, which I don't even remember how to play, right now."
"Like what?"
"Well...one of those many things is you."
"Why me?"
"Because you're my brother."
"What?" Harry gasped, as he came to a complete stop. "What'd you say?"
"I said...."
"Miss Potter?" an old voice spoke from behind the two Potter kids.
"Yes?" Chanse turned around to see a tall skinny witch, with square glasses and her hair was pulled back into a tight bun.
"I'm Professor McGonagall," Professor McGonagall said without any emotions, "I am Gryffindor's Head of House, and teacher of Transfiguration."
"Nice to meet you Professor," Chanse shook her hand.
"I haven't come here to introduce myself to you."
"Then why did you come?" Chanse said bluntly, and Professor McGonagall gave her a sternly look, "Professor." Chanse smiled weakly.
"I have the job, as Head of the House of Gryffindor, to go around to every Gryffindor student and ask them if they wish to be a part of the Dueling Club...would you like to be a part of it?"
"I don't think in this kind of state I should be." Chanse sighed.
"Nonsense," Professor McGonagall scoffed, "you'll pick up on things, and we'll get someone to help you out with anything you need."
"Well what do you do in Dueling Club?"
"You Dueling." Harry coughed under his breath.
Chanse gave a quick sharp hit to Harry's ribs, "Thank you Harry but I asked Professor McGonagall."
"Well we get a group of kids from each class, ranging from all years, so that they can test their skills of battling in front of the school." McGonagall nodded her head, "So will you?"
"Sure," Chanse smiled, "Why not."