A/N: Yeppy. I'm editing it. Hope you guys like it better than you did the last version.
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Title: Dangerous Love
Author: S@bre Bl@ck
Rated: PG
Genre: Romance/Suspense
Summary: Cho Chang and Harry Potter fall in love, blah, blah, blah, etc., etc., etc… (a song or two mixed in here or there…)
Extra Note: Song lyrics are in ~~ The song is "Don't Cry" by Seal.
~_Chapter One: Don't Cry_~
Cho Chang returned to her home in Little Whinging after her fifth year at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. Her parents saw that something had changed her greatly- her eyes, once so bright and sparkling were dull and brimmed with tears; her shoulders were slumped, and she was dragging her feet. They wanted to ask what had happened, but felt that if she hadn't already told them, she wouldn't anyways, so they waited.
She often retreated to her room, hardly eating or sleeping. She laid back on her bed, rubbing at the deep dark circles under her eyes, ignoring her stomach's rumbling, and stared up at the ceiling. Why… she thought to herself, Why did it have to be him?
"Oh, Cedric..." she whispered, "I miss you so much."
A single crystal tear slid down her cheek, she briefly wondered if that was the only tear left that she had to cry, her eyes did feel rather dry from all the crying she had done in the past few days. She shook her head, it was unimportant.
Where's a good person to talk to when I need them, someone who understands, who knows what happened. Possibly someone who could answer a few of my questions... Then it came to her. She shot bolt upright, wondering how she hadn't thought of him before. Harry.
She opened her door quietly, aware that it was nighttime and her parents were more than likely asleep. She crept down the stairs and found the phonebook in the drawer. Oh, gosh, what the heck am I doing? she thought. He's probably asleep, too. Duh. Well... I'll call him in the morning, might as well find his number while I'm down here. Now what was his relatives' name... Oh, yeah! It was Dursley. Yes, I remember some of the girls talking about the Dursleys and if they fed him enough. He is rather skinny... What was I doing again? Oh, yeah, the number...
She scanned the pages of the phonebook, Dursley, Dursley... She hummed softly to herself while searching. "Aha... there you are." She wrote down the number, put the phonebook up then went back to her room and laid down on her bed again, her tired body slipping into unconsciousness for a few hours.
Vernon Dursley grunted at the annoying ring of his phone. He heaved himself out of his chair and stomped over and picked up the receiver. "What?!" he growled.
Cho was slightly startled at his rudeness. "I wish to speak with Harry Potter,"she paused, quickly making up a lie to make sure she would get to talk to Harry. Her gut feeling told her this man wouldn't be all too eager to let her talk to him. "I'm -er- one of his teachers at school. He left some of his belongings here. I need to make arrangements with him to see how best to get them to him again."
Vernon growled slightly. "Hang on, I'll get him."
Cho jerked her head away from her phone as the receiver on the other end made a loud noise that sounded like it had been dropped roughly and allowed to bang against the wall. She listened as she heard a shout of "Boy! Get in here!" and rushed footsteps before the phone on the other end was picked up again.
"Hello?" said Harry.
"Harry?" said Cho.
"Yes, this is Harry. Uncle Vernon said I left some things at Hog- at school, but I'm sure I didn't," he said quickly, glancing around and seeing his uncle had left the room already.
"I know, Harry, this is Cho Chang. From what I've heard of your Uncle I -er- kinda lied to get to talk to you. And I'm sorry to bother you but-"
"Not at all, Cho, I'm glad to hear from you. What can I do for you?" said Harry.
"Well, I... I hate to ask you this, but I want to know how Cedric died. You're the only person I know to ask, Harry, since you were there. Was he-... was he really murdered by You-Know-Who?" Cho asked hesitantly.
A dark shadow passed over Harry's face, and he was glad Cho couldn't see it. The memories flooded into his mind, Wormtail holding Voldemort in the bundle of robes, the high-pitched voice saying "Kill the spare", Cedric dead, the burst of pain in his scar...
"Harry?"
Harry snapped back to the present. "What?"
"Harry, you don't have to answer me if you don't want to, I was only wondering..." said Cho.
"No, that's okay, Cho, I just kind of lost myself for a second there. To answer your question, though, yes he was. When we touched the Triwizard Cup, we found out it had been turned into a Portkey and it took us straight to Voldemort... I'm so sorry, Cho, I wish I could have done something different." Harry swallowed past the lump in his throat, trying to also swallow the feelings of guilt that were seeping through him.
Cho sniffled, a few more tears sliding down her face. Harry wiped his eyes on his sleeve. She should hate you, Harry old lad, you know it's your fault. The words echoed in Harry's mind.
"It wasn't your fault, Harry," said Cho softly, correctly interpreting his thoughts.
"But I told him to take the Cup with me, and he didn't have to die, Voldemort only killed him because he was in the way, a spare as he said it. If I had moved a little faster, acted just a little bit quicker-"
"You could have very well gotten yourself killed if you had, and you know what chaos that would cause in the wizarding world," said Cho. "And I may not know you very well, but you're a wonderful person, and if there was any way you could have saved Cedric, I'm sure you would have done it."
~Don't be so hard on yourself... Those tears are for someone else... I hear your voice on the phone... I hear you feel so alone... My baby... Ooh, my baby... Please, my baby... My baby...~~
Harry mumbled something under his breath but then said, "I guess you're right, Cho... Thanks."
"Yeah, sure. Anytime..." Cho sighed, "I miss him so much..."
"He was a great person," said Harry. "And as you said, if there was any way for him to have lived, I would have seen to it. It's okay, Cho, I miss him, too, and even though I may not have known him that well, I know Hogwarts just won't be the same without him."
~Don't cry... You're not alone. Don't cry... tonight, my baby. Don't cry... You'll always be loved. Don't cry... tonight, my baby.~
"Well, Harry, I hear my parents coming, I should probably go. Thanks a lot, talking with you really helped," said Cho.
"You're welcome, you can call anytime. It really helped me, too, to talk about it. I didn't see how much it would help before now," said Harry.
"Say... how would you like to stay at my house for the summer? That is, if my parents and your aunt and uncle don't mind," Cho offered.
"You really mean it?" said Harry.
"Sure, why not?"
"Great. I'll-" Cho gasped as Harry's voice was cut off by the sounds of someone shouting, the sound of someone being hit, and a thud before the phone on the other end was slammed down and the line went dead.
Disclaimer: I own everything! All of it's mine! :: Hears a beep and checks her watch. Yells out to her friends :: Come on, everybody! Time to go ice skating in hell!
Title: Dangerous Love
Author: S@bre Bl@ck
Rated: PG
Genre: Romance/Suspense
Summary: Cho Chang and Harry Potter fall in love, blah, blah, blah, etc., etc., etc… (a song or two mixed in here or there…)
Extra Note: Song lyrics are in ~~ The song is "Don't Cry" by Seal.
~_Chapter One: Don't Cry_~
Cho Chang returned to her home in Little Whinging after her fifth year at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. Her parents saw that something had changed her greatly- her eyes, once so bright and sparkling were dull and brimmed with tears; her shoulders were slumped, and she was dragging her feet. They wanted to ask what had happened, but felt that if she hadn't already told them, she wouldn't anyways, so they waited.
She often retreated to her room, hardly eating or sleeping. She laid back on her bed, rubbing at the deep dark circles under her eyes, ignoring her stomach's rumbling, and stared up at the ceiling. Why… she thought to herself, Why did it have to be him?
"Oh, Cedric..." she whispered, "I miss you so much."
A single crystal tear slid down her cheek, she briefly wondered if that was the only tear left that she had to cry, her eyes did feel rather dry from all the crying she had done in the past few days. She shook her head, it was unimportant.
Where's a good person to talk to when I need them, someone who understands, who knows what happened. Possibly someone who could answer a few of my questions... Then it came to her. She shot bolt upright, wondering how she hadn't thought of him before. Harry.
She opened her door quietly, aware that it was nighttime and her parents were more than likely asleep. She crept down the stairs and found the phonebook in the drawer. Oh, gosh, what the heck am I doing? she thought. He's probably asleep, too. Duh. Well... I'll call him in the morning, might as well find his number while I'm down here. Now what was his relatives' name... Oh, yeah! It was Dursley. Yes, I remember some of the girls talking about the Dursleys and if they fed him enough. He is rather skinny... What was I doing again? Oh, yeah, the number...
She scanned the pages of the phonebook, Dursley, Dursley... She hummed softly to herself while searching. "Aha... there you are." She wrote down the number, put the phonebook up then went back to her room and laid down on her bed again, her tired body slipping into unconsciousness for a few hours.
Vernon Dursley grunted at the annoying ring of his phone. He heaved himself out of his chair and stomped over and picked up the receiver. "What?!" he growled.
Cho was slightly startled at his rudeness. "I wish to speak with Harry Potter,"she paused, quickly making up a lie to make sure she would get to talk to Harry. Her gut feeling told her this man wouldn't be all too eager to let her talk to him. "I'm -er- one of his teachers at school. He left some of his belongings here. I need to make arrangements with him to see how best to get them to him again."
Vernon growled slightly. "Hang on, I'll get him."
Cho jerked her head away from her phone as the receiver on the other end made a loud noise that sounded like it had been dropped roughly and allowed to bang against the wall. She listened as she heard a shout of "Boy! Get in here!" and rushed footsteps before the phone on the other end was picked up again.
"Hello?" said Harry.
"Harry?" said Cho.
"Yes, this is Harry. Uncle Vernon said I left some things at Hog- at school, but I'm sure I didn't," he said quickly, glancing around and seeing his uncle had left the room already.
"I know, Harry, this is Cho Chang. From what I've heard of your Uncle I -er- kinda lied to get to talk to you. And I'm sorry to bother you but-"
"Not at all, Cho, I'm glad to hear from you. What can I do for you?" said Harry.
"Well, I... I hate to ask you this, but I want to know how Cedric died. You're the only person I know to ask, Harry, since you were there. Was he-... was he really murdered by You-Know-Who?" Cho asked hesitantly.
A dark shadow passed over Harry's face, and he was glad Cho couldn't see it. The memories flooded into his mind, Wormtail holding Voldemort in the bundle of robes, the high-pitched voice saying "Kill the spare", Cedric dead, the burst of pain in his scar...
"Harry?"
Harry snapped back to the present. "What?"
"Harry, you don't have to answer me if you don't want to, I was only wondering..." said Cho.
"No, that's okay, Cho, I just kind of lost myself for a second there. To answer your question, though, yes he was. When we touched the Triwizard Cup, we found out it had been turned into a Portkey and it took us straight to Voldemort... I'm so sorry, Cho, I wish I could have done something different." Harry swallowed past the lump in his throat, trying to also swallow the feelings of guilt that were seeping through him.
Cho sniffled, a few more tears sliding down her face. Harry wiped his eyes on his sleeve. She should hate you, Harry old lad, you know it's your fault. The words echoed in Harry's mind.
"It wasn't your fault, Harry," said Cho softly, correctly interpreting his thoughts.
"But I told him to take the Cup with me, and he didn't have to die, Voldemort only killed him because he was in the way, a spare as he said it. If I had moved a little faster, acted just a little bit quicker-"
"You could have very well gotten yourself killed if you had, and you know what chaos that would cause in the wizarding world," said Cho. "And I may not know you very well, but you're a wonderful person, and if there was any way you could have saved Cedric, I'm sure you would have done it."
~Don't be so hard on yourself... Those tears are for someone else... I hear your voice on the phone... I hear you feel so alone... My baby... Ooh, my baby... Please, my baby... My baby...~~
Harry mumbled something under his breath but then said, "I guess you're right, Cho... Thanks."
"Yeah, sure. Anytime..." Cho sighed, "I miss him so much..."
"He was a great person," said Harry. "And as you said, if there was any way for him to have lived, I would have seen to it. It's okay, Cho, I miss him, too, and even though I may not have known him that well, I know Hogwarts just won't be the same without him."
~Don't cry... You're not alone. Don't cry... tonight, my baby. Don't cry... You'll always be loved. Don't cry... tonight, my baby.~
"Well, Harry, I hear my parents coming, I should probably go. Thanks a lot, talking with you really helped," said Cho.
"You're welcome, you can call anytime. It really helped me, too, to talk about it. I didn't see how much it would help before now," said Harry.
"Say... how would you like to stay at my house for the summer? That is, if my parents and your aunt and uncle don't mind," Cho offered.
"You really mean it?" said Harry.
"Sure, why not?"
"Great. I'll-" Cho gasped as Harry's voice was cut off by the sounds of someone shouting, the sound of someone being hit, and a thud before the phone on the other end was slammed down and the line went dead.