Whenever You Call
By Venus
A/N: Hello again! Okay, first of all thanks to everyone who reviewed - I really appreciate your comments. Please keep reviewing! Also, I haven't been able to go online much lately cos my parents are worried about the viruses that have been up and about recently. That's about it. On with the fic!
Disclaimer: booo-ring . . . don't own anything except the plot . . .
Chapter 8
Cho didn't believe it.
Her parents - parents who had looked after her for 17 years, parents who had watched her take her first steps, parents who had listened to her saying her first word, parents who had been with her when she received her Hogwarts letter all those years ago - her parents were Death Eaters.
"No . . ." she whispered, backing away.
"Oh yes," said her mother. "Very much so. We - that is to say, your father and I - are Death Eaters, and proud to be so."
"And I should think you will be too, when you join."
Cho froze.
"When I - what?!"
"When you join. We have told the Dark Lord much about you . . . he has been watching you from afar. . . he is looking forward to seeing you in person. He says that it has been a long time since there was a pretty face in his Death Eaters. Azkaban did away with most of their looks," said her mother carelessly.
"No . . ." whispered Cho. "No . . . I'll never join. Never. Do you hear me? NEVER!" she shouted, surprised at herself by her sudden outburst.
"Oh yes . . . yes, yes, yes. If you don't . . ."
"If I don't? Then what?"
"Then . . . well, let's say your beloved Harry Potter's mudblood friend shall have . . . shall we say, a nasty little accident," sneered her father.
Cho froze. She knew how much Harry's friends meant to him. . . they were, after all, all he had left in the world. His mother, his father, and his godfather too, all had been taken away from him. And Hermione was a good person . . . she had never done anything to harm anyone . . . she didn't deserve to be killed.
"You are to finish your relationship with Harry Potter. Do you hear?"
"And if I don't?" said Cho, dreading the answer.
"The same thing will happen as if you don't join," replied her father, his lip curling.
Cho swallowed. She knew what she had to do. There was no other way.
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A/N: I hate to leave it there and so short, but I am looking for a beta- reader who can help me write tragedy and angst. To apply, you must write the next chapter(s) (depending on how much you want to write) of Whenever You Call, and email it to me. The beta-reader will obviously read my writing before I publish it and help me edit it, but my decision will be final. I will send an email to the person I have selected when I have chosen, telling them about it in more detail. In the meantime, please review!
By Venus
A/N: Hello again! Okay, first of all thanks to everyone who reviewed - I really appreciate your comments. Please keep reviewing! Also, I haven't been able to go online much lately cos my parents are worried about the viruses that have been up and about recently. That's about it. On with the fic!
Disclaimer: booo-ring . . . don't own anything except the plot . . .
Chapter 8
Cho didn't believe it.
Her parents - parents who had looked after her for 17 years, parents who had watched her take her first steps, parents who had listened to her saying her first word, parents who had been with her when she received her Hogwarts letter all those years ago - her parents were Death Eaters.
"No . . ." she whispered, backing away.
"Oh yes," said her mother. "Very much so. We - that is to say, your father and I - are Death Eaters, and proud to be so."
"And I should think you will be too, when you join."
Cho froze.
"When I - what?!"
"When you join. We have told the Dark Lord much about you . . . he has been watching you from afar. . . he is looking forward to seeing you in person. He says that it has been a long time since there was a pretty face in his Death Eaters. Azkaban did away with most of their looks," said her mother carelessly.
"No . . ." whispered Cho. "No . . . I'll never join. Never. Do you hear me? NEVER!" she shouted, surprised at herself by her sudden outburst.
"Oh yes . . . yes, yes, yes. If you don't . . ."
"If I don't? Then what?"
"Then . . . well, let's say your beloved Harry Potter's mudblood friend shall have . . . shall we say, a nasty little accident," sneered her father.
Cho froze. She knew how much Harry's friends meant to him. . . they were, after all, all he had left in the world. His mother, his father, and his godfather too, all had been taken away from him. And Hermione was a good person . . . she had never done anything to harm anyone . . . she didn't deserve to be killed.
"You are to finish your relationship with Harry Potter. Do you hear?"
"And if I don't?" said Cho, dreading the answer.
"The same thing will happen as if you don't join," replied her father, his lip curling.
Cho swallowed. She knew what she had to do. There was no other way.
* * *
A/N: I hate to leave it there and so short, but I am looking for a beta- reader who can help me write tragedy and angst. To apply, you must write the next chapter(s) (depending on how much you want to write) of Whenever You Call, and email it to me. The beta-reader will obviously read my writing before I publish it and help me edit it, but my decision will be final. I will send an email to the person I have selected when I have chosen, telling them about it in more detail. In the meantime, please review!
