A.N.: Here's a belated Happy Thanksgiving to all you other Americans out there (I am right in thinking no one else celebrates Thanksgiving, right? No offense is meant if I'm wrong). I would also like to brag and say I recently turned 18 ^_^. So now I can be drafted :( Anhoo, while I got good reviews on the last chapter, only two people found the Gundam Wing: Endless Waltz references. Zechs Merquise and the Preventers are blatantly borrowed from the Gundamverse. The two reviewers are:

Temporary Insanity – He caught the Preventers, but missed Zechs.

Lady Prongs – She found everything. So go read her stuff, I think I've read some of it (I read a lot of fanfics. But since her name is sticking in my head I'll assume it was a good story.).

Now, forward! To victory!…or the story, which ever happens first.

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"Harry, I…we need to talk."

Cho watched the blood drain from Harry's face, and would have found his reaction amusing, had the situation not been so dire. As it was she was already terrified of finding out what had happened, but she had to know. Cho watched as he turned back to his friends and looked at them. The younger Weasley reached across the table and squeezed his hand briefly before Harry got up and walked toward the exit of the Great Hall.

Cho quickly followed after Harry, and they walked in silence down several hallways and staircases. Eventually Harry stopped at a portrait of fruit in one of the lower corridors. She was about to ask what he was doing when he reached out and tickled the pear. Her thin eyebrows rose in surprise when a handle appeared and he opened the portrait, revealing the impressively large kitchens of Hogwarts.

"Harry Potter has come to visit Dobby!"

Cho couldn't help but grin when on of the house elves latched onto Harry's midriff and proceeded to hug him and shower him with praises of Harry's greatness. Harry gave her a sheepish grin and pried the house elf, whose name appeared to be Dobby, off him.

"Hello Dobby, I was wondering if Cho and I could have some privacy down here."

Dobby gave Cho a critical glance, then threw a questioning glance at Harry. "Dobby thought most others went to the Astronomy Tower."

Both Harry and Cho blushed at this, but Harry recovered quickly. "No Dobby, we're not dating. This is about what happened last year."

Dobby immediately sobered up at this. "So it is about v-v-v-v-Vol-Voldemort?" Dobby smiled at the surprised expression on Harry's face. "Dobby has been practicing saying His name. Professor Dumbledore suggested we practice, and Dobby and Winky are the only ones who tried."

Harry smiled thinly, "Nice job Dobby. Now, about that privacy?"

"Right this way sir."

Dobby led them to a quiet corner and, with his house elf magic, conjured up a pair of comfy chairs and a small table between them. They sat down and a somber air descended on them once again. Neither one looked at the other, and it was Cho who broke the silence.

"Harry, tell me…what exactly happened last year, at the Third Task, what happened to Cedric?"

Harry looked up, took a deep breath, and began. "Well, we met up near the end of the maze, and a giant spider had ambushed Cedric…"

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"…then I managed to grab the trophy and Port Key away from Voldemort."

Tears trickled down Cho's cheeks. "How could you Harry?"

"Cho, I'm sorry, I didn't know, I-"

She looked up, trying meet his eyes, "How could you go through that, and stay sane?"

Harry didn't hear her whispered reply and continued to apologize to her as tears flowed down his face. "I'm sorry Cho, it's my fault. It should've been me that died, not Cedric, it's my fault he was even there. I'm the reason to blame that Voldemort is back."

CRACK!

Harry's hand moved to his cheek, where Cho had slapped him, then quickly looked to Cho. But his eyes still held that shamed look, and Cho realized that Harry thought he deserved that. She quickly dissuaded him of that notion. "You had no idea that Moody was really a Death Eater! And there was no way that you could've known that the trophy was a Port Key. So stop blaming yourself, and get this through your thick head. Cedric died because You-Know-Who is an evil bastard. By blaming yourself you're dishonoring his memory. Do you want to do that?" Harry shook his head. "Good, then stop being sorry for yourself." With that she stood up and pulled Harry into a fierce hug, while burying her face in his neck and crying. "I miss Cedric, there's no denying that. But you're blameless in this matter. If anything, it's my fault."

"Huh?"

Cho bitterly smiled up at Harry. "I convinced him to put his name in the goblet in the first place. I suppose he did it to impress me. But I didn't know it would lead to this, there's no way I could have. So I'll live my life cherishing my memories with Cedric."

Harry released Cho and wiped his eyes on the back of his sleeve. "Thank you Cho. But I still need to apologize to you."

She narrowed her eyes. "I told you, it's not your fault."

Harry chuckled. "No, it's not about that. I'm just sorry that I acted like such a prat around you last year."

Cho grinned. "I'll admit I found it kind of flattering. It's not often the "Great Harry Potter" has a crush on you."

Harry grinned sheepishly and held out his hand. "Friends?"

Cho grasped his hand. "Friends."

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Harry walked down the hallway to Griffindor Tower, mulling over his thoughts. He was so lost in them that he managed to walk right into the Fat Lady's portrait.

"Do watch where you're going!"

Harry grinned. "Sorry about that."

The Fat Lady sniffed at him and asked, "Password?"

Harry realized he hadn't got the password from Hermione earlier, and was stuck outside the common room. "Er, can't you just let me in, you know this is my common room."

The Fat Lady began to respond, when the portrait swung open on it own accord. Ginny stepped out.

"There you are Harry, we've been waiting for you."

"You have?"

Ginny nodded. "After Hermione realized you didn't have the password Ron went up to your room and got some map out of your trunk so we could see where you were. You're lucky that I just woke up and saw your dot moving towards us."

Harry scratched his head. "Woke up?"

"It's midnight Harry, don't you have a watch?"

"The lake sort of killed it last year. Sorry to have kept you all up for me."

Ginny grinned maliciously, "It's okay, I just wished I had Colin's camera."

"Why?"

"Come and see."

With that Ginny stepped back into Griffindor Tower and Harry followed. He heard her snicker and then turn to him and point at one of the couches. There, curled up in front of the fireplace, was Ron and Hermione. His arm was around her shoulders, and her head was tucked in the crook of his shoulder. They both had contented smiles on their faces.

Ginny went to wake them up, but Harry stopped her. "Let them sleep, we'll bother the…the…" here a huge yawn spit Harry's face as the day's events caught up with him, "we'll bother them in the morning."

Ginny snickered at Harry. "Harry Potter, The-Boy-Who-Played-Matchmaker."

Harry snorted. "Hardly, I've just had enough of emotional experiences for one night."

"Did everything go okay?"

Harry nodded, "As well as can be expected."

"So are you and Cho…"

"Just friends."

Ginny smiled. "Good. Well, goodnight Harry."

Harry yawned, not really paying attention anymore, practically asleep on his feet. "G'night Gin." With that Harry crawled up the stairs to the fifth year's boy's dorm, changed into his nightclothes, and fell asleep before his head hit the pillow.

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A.N.: Another chapter done! Now to give you the hints to find the hidden references in this chapter………there are none. Since this was a more serious chapter, I couldn't work any in and keep the mood right. But I'll try to put two in the next chapter to make it up, I promise!