Disclaimer: The following characters in this fanfic is not owned by me.
The copyright belongs to J.K. Rowling. This is a strictly made-up story.
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Cho got off the train and pushed her trolley into the King's Cross Station to be greeted by Aunt Elsie. Aunt Elsie was a plump lady with silver hair tied up in a loose bun. She wore a pale green dress with chrysanthemum flowers patterning all over the piece of clothing. This old lady was the second aunt of Cho's mother, who was a Caucasian. So Aunt Elsie was suppose to be Cho's great-aunt; but she calls her aunt anyways because Aunt Elsie didn't want to feel like an old woman. Aunt Elsie reached out her hand when she saw Cho coming near her. "Oh, pookie pie! Oh, you've grown so much!" Aunt Elsie said in her cheerful voice. "Aunt Elsie! Such a pleasure to see you! I can't wait to spend the summer with you." Cho replied to the old woman. "Why I can't wait until I get to spend some time with my favourite great-niece." Cho gave a very big smile.
Aunt Elsie's limousine arrived in front of a magnificent mansion. Aunt Elsie was a very rich lady indeed, even if Cho wasn't. Cho's parents were the richest people on earth, but Cho was satisfied. They tried to give her whatever she wanted even if Cho didn't ask for much. Cho stared in awe at the manor she once saw when she was 12 years old. "It's been such a long time!" Without hesitating, Cho ran towards the large backyard to search for something. There it was the swing hooked to a big oak tree which she liked to spend most of her time on when she visits her aunt. "Oh, it's still here!" Cho expressed. "Of course, this is your paradise, I simply can't annihilate it." Aunt Marge smiled gently. Cho scanned through the garden and toured around the manor, trying to remember how it was before and comparing it to now. Nothing has changed much. After dinner, Cho excused herself to go to the backyard while her aunt busied herself in a book. She walked into the flower garden, sniffing in the night scent of the dewy grass. She was enjoying everything until she spotted a feature flying in the sky. The figure was hooded, somewhat reminding Cho of a dementor. She sucked in her breath and dared not exhale. The figure seemed to realize Cho and flew into the Aunt Elsie's garden. As the stranger lands on the ground, he took off his hood to reveal a blindingly beautiful face, one that could charm millions. His blonde hair was now short and un-gelled, hair bouncing freely as he walk towards the frightened girl. His grayish-green eyes stared into the milky brown eyes of Cho.
"Oh, and I thought it was probably some foreign beauty or something, it's just you." Draco sneered as he uttered out his words coldly. Cho narrowed her almond-shaped eyes. "You're no Mr. Handsome yourself." Cho lied, but at a time like this, she would not forgive herself if she didn't say anything bad. Cho's fists tightened to hold in her anger. Draco was very amused to see Cho like this. After all, most of the girls would admire his charm, despite the ugliness of his attitude. Silence broke in, the only sound heard in the night was the chirping of the crickets. "Why is a poor girl like you in rich old hag's house? Trying to get yourself a better broom? I wouldn't blame you. If I had poor parents like yours who could only afford a Comet 260, I would have find myself a richer hag to live with." Draco laughed to himself. "For your information, I am very happy with my life, thank you very much. I am proud of my parents, proud of the state I am in, and definitely proud of my Comet 260!" Cho almost screamed. Draco didn't say anything, but he laughed tauntingly. Cho couldn't stand it anymore, she's got to crack up an insult. "At least my parents love me!" Draco stopped laughing to expose a bitter look, "If I were you, Chang, I'd watch my back!" He turned around and mounted his broom. Cho could see that Draco was gripping the broom very tight, as if he was strangling someone.
The next morning, Cho woke up to the pleasant fume of her aunt's cooking. She jumped out of her bed and quickly got dressed. For breakfast, she ate her Aunt Elsie's famous strawberry honey-flavoured waffles. Satisfied with a full stomach, Cho went to take a walk. After touring around the street for a while, Cho got really bored. She went home to review her potions book to study (it's not surprising since she's a Ravenclaw.) She flipped to the page and read attentively. "Ahh. Polyjuice potion. Very neat indeed." That gave her an idea of what she could do to occupy her day. She opened her trunk to look for the ingredients, surprisingly, she's got leftover ingredients from her potions class from her sixth year. She took the whole day to brew up the potion, but it will take a week for it to be done. While she waits, she went outside to explore once more. While she was walking aimlessly, a girl wearing very messy robe with fiery red hair bumped into Cho. "Pardon me, miss," was all the girl said before she departed into a grim looking mansion. Cho went back home to find a piece of red hair on her robe. "Perfect!"
A week has passed and the potion was ready. Cho scooped up the potion into a glass cup and dropped the hair into the thick liquid. The liquid hissed and slowly turned into a shade of orange, then fading into a soft yellow. Cho looked quite disgusted at how the potion looked, but gulped every drop down. An uneasy pain struck her a few seconds later. Cho felt a burning sensation within her body, and felt like ripping her organs out. Her skin slowly turned into a lighter color, changing from a tanned-olive color to a fairly white color. Her black locks of hair curled a bit and turned into a shade of auburn. She tried to suck in air, but her throat didn't seem to answer to the reflex. For a while, her heart seemed to stop beating. Everything felt easy after a few minutes of torture. Cho was now looking into the mirror at a 5 inch taller red hair girl with blue eyes. Cho was amazed at how she looked. Obviously, the clothes she was wearing no longer fit her, so she sneaked into her aunt's room to try to find an outfit that would suit her age, which was very hard since Aunt Marge is after all, 102 years old. The best outfit Cho selected was a black blouse (shockingly with no patterns on it) and a pair of navy blue coverall.
Cho stepped out to the house to have some fun with people. She went back to the manor she remembered the red hair girl had retreated to. When she heard some ruffling of footsteps, she quickly hid in a bush. "Come on, they would never know, we'll be in the Leaky Cauldron doing what we want." Cho could see the voice came from the girl she was now portraying. A dark- haired boy no older than 17 replied, "What if they find out? They would kill us." Who's they? Cho pondered. "Come on, I can't stand it anymore, I want your touch! Besides, those old fools like me so much, they can't wait until I marry their snotty son." The girl replied. Before Cho knew it, they apparated. She came out of the bush, looking astonished. "A cheating couple, the world has so many kinds of people." Cho pitied the "snotty" fool who was going to marry that girl. "There you are, Monica!" Cho turned around to see a middle-aged woman with curly blonde hair. Her lips were full and blossoming with red lipstick. Cho looked at her with big eyes, not knowing that the lady was referring Monica to her. "Draco is waiting for you inside, old dear boy's been looking for you all morning." Mrs. Malfoy said with a pleasant tone. "This is the Malfoy manor?! What have I gotten myself into?" Cho thought to herself angrily.
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Cho got off the train and pushed her trolley into the King's Cross Station to be greeted by Aunt Elsie. Aunt Elsie was a plump lady with silver hair tied up in a loose bun. She wore a pale green dress with chrysanthemum flowers patterning all over the piece of clothing. This old lady was the second aunt of Cho's mother, who was a Caucasian. So Aunt Elsie was suppose to be Cho's great-aunt; but she calls her aunt anyways because Aunt Elsie didn't want to feel like an old woman. Aunt Elsie reached out her hand when she saw Cho coming near her. "Oh, pookie pie! Oh, you've grown so much!" Aunt Elsie said in her cheerful voice. "Aunt Elsie! Such a pleasure to see you! I can't wait to spend the summer with you." Cho replied to the old woman. "Why I can't wait until I get to spend some time with my favourite great-niece." Cho gave a very big smile.
Aunt Elsie's limousine arrived in front of a magnificent mansion. Aunt Elsie was a very rich lady indeed, even if Cho wasn't. Cho's parents were the richest people on earth, but Cho was satisfied. They tried to give her whatever she wanted even if Cho didn't ask for much. Cho stared in awe at the manor she once saw when she was 12 years old. "It's been such a long time!" Without hesitating, Cho ran towards the large backyard to search for something. There it was the swing hooked to a big oak tree which she liked to spend most of her time on when she visits her aunt. "Oh, it's still here!" Cho expressed. "Of course, this is your paradise, I simply can't annihilate it." Aunt Marge smiled gently. Cho scanned through the garden and toured around the manor, trying to remember how it was before and comparing it to now. Nothing has changed much. After dinner, Cho excused herself to go to the backyard while her aunt busied herself in a book. She walked into the flower garden, sniffing in the night scent of the dewy grass. She was enjoying everything until she spotted a feature flying in the sky. The figure was hooded, somewhat reminding Cho of a dementor. She sucked in her breath and dared not exhale. The figure seemed to realize Cho and flew into the Aunt Elsie's garden. As the stranger lands on the ground, he took off his hood to reveal a blindingly beautiful face, one that could charm millions. His blonde hair was now short and un-gelled, hair bouncing freely as he walk towards the frightened girl. His grayish-green eyes stared into the milky brown eyes of Cho.
"Oh, and I thought it was probably some foreign beauty or something, it's just you." Draco sneered as he uttered out his words coldly. Cho narrowed her almond-shaped eyes. "You're no Mr. Handsome yourself." Cho lied, but at a time like this, she would not forgive herself if she didn't say anything bad. Cho's fists tightened to hold in her anger. Draco was very amused to see Cho like this. After all, most of the girls would admire his charm, despite the ugliness of his attitude. Silence broke in, the only sound heard in the night was the chirping of the crickets. "Why is a poor girl like you in rich old hag's house? Trying to get yourself a better broom? I wouldn't blame you. If I had poor parents like yours who could only afford a Comet 260, I would have find myself a richer hag to live with." Draco laughed to himself. "For your information, I am very happy with my life, thank you very much. I am proud of my parents, proud of the state I am in, and definitely proud of my Comet 260!" Cho almost screamed. Draco didn't say anything, but he laughed tauntingly. Cho couldn't stand it anymore, she's got to crack up an insult. "At least my parents love me!" Draco stopped laughing to expose a bitter look, "If I were you, Chang, I'd watch my back!" He turned around and mounted his broom. Cho could see that Draco was gripping the broom very tight, as if he was strangling someone.
The next morning, Cho woke up to the pleasant fume of her aunt's cooking. She jumped out of her bed and quickly got dressed. For breakfast, she ate her Aunt Elsie's famous strawberry honey-flavoured waffles. Satisfied with a full stomach, Cho went to take a walk. After touring around the street for a while, Cho got really bored. She went home to review her potions book to study (it's not surprising since she's a Ravenclaw.) She flipped to the page and read attentively. "Ahh. Polyjuice potion. Very neat indeed." That gave her an idea of what she could do to occupy her day. She opened her trunk to look for the ingredients, surprisingly, she's got leftover ingredients from her potions class from her sixth year. She took the whole day to brew up the potion, but it will take a week for it to be done. While she waits, she went outside to explore once more. While she was walking aimlessly, a girl wearing very messy robe with fiery red hair bumped into Cho. "Pardon me, miss," was all the girl said before she departed into a grim looking mansion. Cho went back home to find a piece of red hair on her robe. "Perfect!"
A week has passed and the potion was ready. Cho scooped up the potion into a glass cup and dropped the hair into the thick liquid. The liquid hissed and slowly turned into a shade of orange, then fading into a soft yellow. Cho looked quite disgusted at how the potion looked, but gulped every drop down. An uneasy pain struck her a few seconds later. Cho felt a burning sensation within her body, and felt like ripping her organs out. Her skin slowly turned into a lighter color, changing from a tanned-olive color to a fairly white color. Her black locks of hair curled a bit and turned into a shade of auburn. She tried to suck in air, but her throat didn't seem to answer to the reflex. For a while, her heart seemed to stop beating. Everything felt easy after a few minutes of torture. Cho was now looking into the mirror at a 5 inch taller red hair girl with blue eyes. Cho was amazed at how she looked. Obviously, the clothes she was wearing no longer fit her, so she sneaked into her aunt's room to try to find an outfit that would suit her age, which was very hard since Aunt Marge is after all, 102 years old. The best outfit Cho selected was a black blouse (shockingly with no patterns on it) and a pair of navy blue coverall.
Cho stepped out to the house to have some fun with people. She went back to the manor she remembered the red hair girl had retreated to. When she heard some ruffling of footsteps, she quickly hid in a bush. "Come on, they would never know, we'll be in the Leaky Cauldron doing what we want." Cho could see the voice came from the girl she was now portraying. A dark- haired boy no older than 17 replied, "What if they find out? They would kill us." Who's they? Cho pondered. "Come on, I can't stand it anymore, I want your touch! Besides, those old fools like me so much, they can't wait until I marry their snotty son." The girl replied. Before Cho knew it, they apparated. She came out of the bush, looking astonished. "A cheating couple, the world has so many kinds of people." Cho pitied the "snotty" fool who was going to marry that girl. "There you are, Monica!" Cho turned around to see a middle-aged woman with curly blonde hair. Her lips were full and blossoming with red lipstick. Cho looked at her with big eyes, not knowing that the lady was referring Monica to her. "Draco is waiting for you inside, old dear boy's been looking for you all morning." Mrs. Malfoy said with a pleasant tone. "This is the Malfoy manor?! What have I gotten myself into?" Cho thought to herself angrily.