A/N: Oh, boy, I bet all your nails are chewed off now, huh? You're sitting
there going, "She's dead? No, she can't be! But there it is, written in
blood, oh, gosh!"
Harry: You are so evil. ::Glares::
Me: I think it's kind of impossible for an author to not ever leave a cliffhanger somewhere.
Harry: But the not-evil ones don't put three in a row!
Me: Hehehe, yeah . . .
Disclaimer: ::Dyes hair blonde:: There, now I look more like J.K. and the stupidest people on the planet will think I am her and that I own Harry Potter. ::Grins proudly::
Harry stared at the message, written so plainly, and the blood it was written with was still warm. He didn't know whether or not to believe it. It could be anyone's blood it didn't necessarily have to be Cho's. Yes . . . Voldemort must be trying to trick him. This couldn't be true, he would know if it was. Yet if it wasn't true why did he feel so scared and empty and desperate?
His thoughts conflicted like this for some time until he couldn't take it anymore. "NO!" he screamed causing everyone to stare at him. He ran out of the Hall, he had to do something, he couldn't sit there anymore.
He ran up to Dumbledore's office, "Professor Dumbledore, I was sent this a few minutes ago, please, sir, tell me you don't think it's true," said Harry, handing Dumbledore the note.
Dumbledore read it and stayed in silence for quite a while. "I do not know, Harry, we are doing everything we can to track down Voldemort, only when we find him will we know."
'Fine. I'll find him, and tear him apart,' thought Harry.
"I know what you are thinking but do not go after him, you will be going right into his waiting hands. He sent you this for a reason, whether or not it's true he expects you to go after him and I beg that you do not do it. You know he will be prepared for you," said Dumbledore.
"Yes, sir," said Harry reluctantly, taking the note and leaving.
Harry walked out onto the grounds and stepped onto the Quidditch field, the place where he first saw Cho. He looked up at the sky, it was a bright blue, a few clouds here and there and birds sang in the distance. Harry thought it ironic that the weather was the exact opposite of what he felt. 'It's almost as if it's trying to cheer me up,' he thought.
"Cho," he whispered. "I will find you, you have to be alive,"
~*~
Cho gave a small yelp of pain and she was tossed onto the hard, cold stone floor. The door behind her was slammed shut and she was plunged into darkness. The only source of light was very small amount allowed through the barred window.
She sat up and looked around, she didn't think she had the strength to stand up much less try to escape. She was determined however, she would not let Voldemort toy with her and give him the pleasure of causing her pain. She struggled to her feet, which took a while, and walked over to the window, it was quite high up and she tried to jump up to it but she just couldn't reach.
She growled in frustration, the window was probably enchanted anyway. She knew she had no chance of getting out, Voldemort would have thought of anything she had and prepared for it. She sat down in a corner, hugged her knees to her chest, hiding her face in her knees and blinked back tears. "I don't want to die!" she said.
"But you are already dead."
She looked up sharply gleaming red eyes stared back at her.
~*~
"Where do you think Harry got off to?" said Ron, looking at Hermione.
Hermione shrugged. "Probably woke up early and went down to breakfast."
"Yeah, he didn't sleep well last night, I think he might have dozed off every so often but he woke up several times screaming about Cho," said Ron, shaking his head. "Then he'd blush and apologize for waking us."
Hermione managed a small smile. "Sounds like Harry."
They walked down the Great Hall and saw no sign of Harry. "Maybe he went for a walk?" Hermione suggested so they walked out onto the grounds.
"Let's split up," said Ron, "I'll check the Quidditch field you check over the Hagrid's Hut and the Forbidden Forest."
Hermione nodded and walked off. Ron started towards the Quidditch field, there he found his friend staring up at the sky. "Harry," said Ron.
Harry didn't respond or show any sign of noticing Ron, he just continued to stare at the sky.
"Harry," said Ron again. Once again Harry didn't respond. "Harry!" Ron yelled, grabbing Harry and turning him around.
"What are you doing here, Ron?"
"What are YOU doing here?"
"I came here to be alone," said Harry.
"Why didn't you leave a note or something so me and Hermione wouldn't search the castle for you?"
"Sorry," said Harry. "I didn't think about that, my mind was a little preoccupied . . ." Harry trailed off and looked away.
"We'll get her back, Harry, cheer up. You're acting like she's already dead or something!" said Ron.
"That's because she may be, Ron, look at what I was sent this morning," said Harry, holding up the note.
Ron read it and paled dramatically. "I-I'm sorry, Harry, I didn't-"
"Just go, Ron. I need to be alone for a while."
Something in Harry's voice told Ron that Harry needed him to be there for him but he figured Harry might get upset if he stayed, so he decided to wait for Harry at a distance.
As he sat down at the edge of the field Hermione walked up. She moved towards Harry but Ron reached up and grabbed her hand. She looked down, surprised and Ron shook his head. She looked confused but sat down next to Ron.
"What's going on?" Hermione whispered. "Why aren't we talking to him?"
"He got a note this morning- from You-Know-Who, it said she's dead. I think we better leave him be for a while but if he needs us we won't be far," said Ron. Hermione nodded.
They stayed there for several hours and the sun dropped to the horizon, still Harry had not moved. Hermione laid her head in Ron's lap and fell asleep while Ron tried not to nod off on the wall behind him but was fighting a losing battle and sleep claimed him.
About an hour after the sun had set Harry turned around and saw his two best friends sleeping. He first felt a bit angry that Ron hadn't left him like he told him to but still the sight of his friends brought a small smile to his face.
He walked over to them and shook them. "Hey, guys, wake up."
Ron moaned slightly and opened his eyes as Hermione yawned and sat up.
"Why didn't you just go up to the castle when you got tired?"
"I wasn't asleep," said Ron. "Just resting my eyes."
Harry rolled his eyes. "Yeah, that's why you got a little drool on your chin, huh?"
Ron blushed and wiped his chin. "C'mon, let's get up to the castle before someone catches us," said Harry and the other two nodded.
They walked up to the castle and crept inside, trying to make as little noise as possible. They got up to Gryffindor Tower, said their goodnights then went to their dorms.
~*~
Voldemort laughed as the girl at his feet screamed in pain. Oh, how he loved the Cruciatus curse. He stopped the curse and watched her as she gasped for breath. "Anything to say before I kill you? Any words to pass on to your dear Harry Potter?"
"You're a monster, and Harry will defeat you. I may not live to see it but I know it will happen," said Cho, glaring up at Voldemort. "Go ahead and kill me, it'll only increase Harry's chances of killing you."
Voldemort shook his head. "I kill you, he comes after me in a rage, rage makes one reckless."
Cho didn't reply she just glared at him. He was right, she knew he was.
"I think I'll savor this a bit more, I'll kill you tomorrow," said Voldemort, turning around and heading for the door.
Cho could only watch helplessly as Voldemort walked out and slammed the door, plunging her, once again, into darkness.
'Well, there's nothing left to do but wait for tomorrow, I only wish I could see Harry one last time,' she thought, curling up into a ball and closing her eyes. 'Harry, I love you,' she called out to him with her heart.
At that moment, Harry woke up at Hogwarts, hearing a familiar voice.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
A/N: Well, that's kind of a cliffy . . . not much of one, especially compared to the mother of all cliffies I left on the last chapter, huh? Oh, well.
devilindasno: Lol, thanks.
Shadun: Uhuh, it's cliché I know, but I couldn't help myself.
John Black: See? She's not dead . . . yet . . .
DagonBlack: Yeah, okay, Gollum. (Haha, get it? Gollum, hates and loves the Ring, you hate and love cliffies . . . ::crickets chirp:: Okay, lame joke. -_-')
john: No! Don't start giving me bad reviews! Please! She's not dead, see? ::Points to chapter above:: See!
icedrake: I get the point, the plot is cliché. Ack, try to be original and this is the best I can do . . . ::hides::
hyper_shark: You know everyone says that. It's like, dang, I left a cliffhanger there, I'm gonna delay for a while, I like keeping people in suspense.
harrypotterfan: So far Harry seems to be taking it in the depression state. I might get to the screaming-and-breaking-stuff state soon lol.
anonymous: Hey, thanks, I was wondering what the heck ASAP meant lol.
Phoenix28: Yeah, I didn't like writing Fred and George like that but I figured even they would be depressed if their best friend died. And I had to kill someone, and I most definitely was NOT going to kill one of them. And yeah, everyone was sad about Seamus. ::Clicks tongue:: This chapter seemed a bit dark, too, but at least people weren't dying all over the place.
Kakarot: You should have told me they were your favorite characters! I had no idea, if I had known I wouldn't have killed them! So sorry! ::Hugs::
Bon: 0_0
zaria: Lmbo. Yeah, a weasel farmer sounds weird. I'll be sure to check out your story, email me when you post it, 'kay?
::Gives all reviewers a cookie:: Thanks!
Harry: You are so evil. ::Glares::
Me: I think it's kind of impossible for an author to not ever leave a cliffhanger somewhere.
Harry: But the not-evil ones don't put three in a row!
Me: Hehehe, yeah . . .
Disclaimer: ::Dyes hair blonde:: There, now I look more like J.K. and the stupidest people on the planet will think I am her and that I own Harry Potter. ::Grins proudly::
Harry stared at the message, written so plainly, and the blood it was written with was still warm. He didn't know whether or not to believe it. It could be anyone's blood it didn't necessarily have to be Cho's. Yes . . . Voldemort must be trying to trick him. This couldn't be true, he would know if it was. Yet if it wasn't true why did he feel so scared and empty and desperate?
His thoughts conflicted like this for some time until he couldn't take it anymore. "NO!" he screamed causing everyone to stare at him. He ran out of the Hall, he had to do something, he couldn't sit there anymore.
He ran up to Dumbledore's office, "Professor Dumbledore, I was sent this a few minutes ago, please, sir, tell me you don't think it's true," said Harry, handing Dumbledore the note.
Dumbledore read it and stayed in silence for quite a while. "I do not know, Harry, we are doing everything we can to track down Voldemort, only when we find him will we know."
'Fine. I'll find him, and tear him apart,' thought Harry.
"I know what you are thinking but do not go after him, you will be going right into his waiting hands. He sent you this for a reason, whether or not it's true he expects you to go after him and I beg that you do not do it. You know he will be prepared for you," said Dumbledore.
"Yes, sir," said Harry reluctantly, taking the note and leaving.
Harry walked out onto the grounds and stepped onto the Quidditch field, the place where he first saw Cho. He looked up at the sky, it was a bright blue, a few clouds here and there and birds sang in the distance. Harry thought it ironic that the weather was the exact opposite of what he felt. 'It's almost as if it's trying to cheer me up,' he thought.
"Cho," he whispered. "I will find you, you have to be alive,"
~*~
Cho gave a small yelp of pain and she was tossed onto the hard, cold stone floor. The door behind her was slammed shut and she was plunged into darkness. The only source of light was very small amount allowed through the barred window.
She sat up and looked around, she didn't think she had the strength to stand up much less try to escape. She was determined however, she would not let Voldemort toy with her and give him the pleasure of causing her pain. She struggled to her feet, which took a while, and walked over to the window, it was quite high up and she tried to jump up to it but she just couldn't reach.
She growled in frustration, the window was probably enchanted anyway. She knew she had no chance of getting out, Voldemort would have thought of anything she had and prepared for it. She sat down in a corner, hugged her knees to her chest, hiding her face in her knees and blinked back tears. "I don't want to die!" she said.
"But you are already dead."
She looked up sharply gleaming red eyes stared back at her.
~*~
"Where do you think Harry got off to?" said Ron, looking at Hermione.
Hermione shrugged. "Probably woke up early and went down to breakfast."
"Yeah, he didn't sleep well last night, I think he might have dozed off every so often but he woke up several times screaming about Cho," said Ron, shaking his head. "Then he'd blush and apologize for waking us."
Hermione managed a small smile. "Sounds like Harry."
They walked down the Great Hall and saw no sign of Harry. "Maybe he went for a walk?" Hermione suggested so they walked out onto the grounds.
"Let's split up," said Ron, "I'll check the Quidditch field you check over the Hagrid's Hut and the Forbidden Forest."
Hermione nodded and walked off. Ron started towards the Quidditch field, there he found his friend staring up at the sky. "Harry," said Ron.
Harry didn't respond or show any sign of noticing Ron, he just continued to stare at the sky.
"Harry," said Ron again. Once again Harry didn't respond. "Harry!" Ron yelled, grabbing Harry and turning him around.
"What are you doing here, Ron?"
"What are YOU doing here?"
"I came here to be alone," said Harry.
"Why didn't you leave a note or something so me and Hermione wouldn't search the castle for you?"
"Sorry," said Harry. "I didn't think about that, my mind was a little preoccupied . . ." Harry trailed off and looked away.
"We'll get her back, Harry, cheer up. You're acting like she's already dead or something!" said Ron.
"That's because she may be, Ron, look at what I was sent this morning," said Harry, holding up the note.
Ron read it and paled dramatically. "I-I'm sorry, Harry, I didn't-"
"Just go, Ron. I need to be alone for a while."
Something in Harry's voice told Ron that Harry needed him to be there for him but he figured Harry might get upset if he stayed, so he decided to wait for Harry at a distance.
As he sat down at the edge of the field Hermione walked up. She moved towards Harry but Ron reached up and grabbed her hand. She looked down, surprised and Ron shook his head. She looked confused but sat down next to Ron.
"What's going on?" Hermione whispered. "Why aren't we talking to him?"
"He got a note this morning- from You-Know-Who, it said she's dead. I think we better leave him be for a while but if he needs us we won't be far," said Ron. Hermione nodded.
They stayed there for several hours and the sun dropped to the horizon, still Harry had not moved. Hermione laid her head in Ron's lap and fell asleep while Ron tried not to nod off on the wall behind him but was fighting a losing battle and sleep claimed him.
About an hour after the sun had set Harry turned around and saw his two best friends sleeping. He first felt a bit angry that Ron hadn't left him like he told him to but still the sight of his friends brought a small smile to his face.
He walked over to them and shook them. "Hey, guys, wake up."
Ron moaned slightly and opened his eyes as Hermione yawned and sat up.
"Why didn't you just go up to the castle when you got tired?"
"I wasn't asleep," said Ron. "Just resting my eyes."
Harry rolled his eyes. "Yeah, that's why you got a little drool on your chin, huh?"
Ron blushed and wiped his chin. "C'mon, let's get up to the castle before someone catches us," said Harry and the other two nodded.
They walked up to the castle and crept inside, trying to make as little noise as possible. They got up to Gryffindor Tower, said their goodnights then went to their dorms.
~*~
Voldemort laughed as the girl at his feet screamed in pain. Oh, how he loved the Cruciatus curse. He stopped the curse and watched her as she gasped for breath. "Anything to say before I kill you? Any words to pass on to your dear Harry Potter?"
"You're a monster, and Harry will defeat you. I may not live to see it but I know it will happen," said Cho, glaring up at Voldemort. "Go ahead and kill me, it'll only increase Harry's chances of killing you."
Voldemort shook his head. "I kill you, he comes after me in a rage, rage makes one reckless."
Cho didn't reply she just glared at him. He was right, she knew he was.
"I think I'll savor this a bit more, I'll kill you tomorrow," said Voldemort, turning around and heading for the door.
Cho could only watch helplessly as Voldemort walked out and slammed the door, plunging her, once again, into darkness.
'Well, there's nothing left to do but wait for tomorrow, I only wish I could see Harry one last time,' she thought, curling up into a ball and closing her eyes. 'Harry, I love you,' she called out to him with her heart.
At that moment, Harry woke up at Hogwarts, hearing a familiar voice.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
A/N: Well, that's kind of a cliffy . . . not much of one, especially compared to the mother of all cliffies I left on the last chapter, huh? Oh, well.
devilindasno: Lol, thanks.
Shadun: Uhuh, it's cliché I know, but I couldn't help myself.
John Black: See? She's not dead . . . yet . . .
DagonBlack: Yeah, okay, Gollum. (Haha, get it? Gollum, hates and loves the Ring, you hate and love cliffies . . . ::crickets chirp:: Okay, lame joke. -_-')
john: No! Don't start giving me bad reviews! Please! She's not dead, see? ::Points to chapter above:: See!
icedrake: I get the point, the plot is cliché. Ack, try to be original and this is the best I can do . . . ::hides::
hyper_shark: You know everyone says that. It's like, dang, I left a cliffhanger there, I'm gonna delay for a while, I like keeping people in suspense.
harrypotterfan: So far Harry seems to be taking it in the depression state. I might get to the screaming-and-breaking-stuff state soon lol.
anonymous: Hey, thanks, I was wondering what the heck ASAP meant lol.
Phoenix28: Yeah, I didn't like writing Fred and George like that but I figured even they would be depressed if their best friend died. And I had to kill someone, and I most definitely was NOT going to kill one of them. And yeah, everyone was sad about Seamus. ::Clicks tongue:: This chapter seemed a bit dark, too, but at least people weren't dying all over the place.
Kakarot: You should have told me they were your favorite characters! I had no idea, if I had known I wouldn't have killed them! So sorry! ::Hugs::
Bon: 0_0
zaria: Lmbo. Yeah, a weasel farmer sounds weird. I'll be sure to check out your story, email me when you post it, 'kay?
::Gives all reviewers a cookie:: Thanks!