Chapter Four
A Distant Number
A/N: Yep, finally the so long awaited chapter . sorry if it sounds a little corny, I'm currently between my Geography and Science Exams.
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Oxy: I'll try to make the chapters longer then, I'm currently going through a lot of exams now but I'll do my best to submit the chapters in fast. Okay?
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Dragoon knight: You may hate cliffhangers being that you are the readers, but as an author it's like a friend. Plz don't hate! (
It was late when I came to; the lights in the Hospital Wing were dim and secluded, like hazy fairies dancing in the dark. I didn't know where I was at that particular moment or how I had came here. After a while, everything came back to me. The thrilling rush of water and the tickle of bubbles, how they sprang to life right beside me as my memory came back. And then, a hand, it was more than I thought I remembered, a firm and desperate hand clinging on to me and pulling me back to life and air.
I sat up under the white sheets and looked around. No one seemed to have noticed that I was awake at that moment. A boy, pudgy and forgetful looking was snoring raucously at the other end of the room. I stood up and my bare feet touched the cold timber floor. Slowly I walked towards the table at the end of my bed, there stood presents from my family and friends. One little card was propped up and almost covered by the chocolates and wrapping paper.
I took it and made my way back into the bed, weak as a kitten. I opened it and whispered the message to myself, voice echoing through the hall;
"Dear Cho, Sorry about everything, I didn't mean to scare you or anything. I hope you get well."
It wasn't signed. I took the card and shoved it underneath my pillow, and then I laid flat on my back and cried myself to sleep.
The next day I was able to take in the porridge that Madam Pomfrey gave me. It was warm against my throat and I felt my strength coming back. I just hoped then that I would be able to play in the Quidditch match. The last thing I needed was for Ravenclaw to drop out of the Quidditch Cup because I was ill. Rachel and Paige were with me cheering every time I took a spoonful of porridge.
"Come on, Cho! You're eighth spoon of porridge!" encouraged Rachel.
"The train is going through the tunnel!" laughed on Paige. I digested the spoonful and they clapped their hands, Rachel whistled. I knew that Madam Pomfrey was becoming agitated.
"That's dead annoying guys!" I laughed after I finished swallowing the spoon full. "I'm not a baby!" I stopped laughing because I saw someone looking at me through the door, mouth open wide, I was sure that the person was Harry.
Caught off guard, Madam Pomfrey swung the spoon into my mouth and I gulped it down once more. I really wasn't feeling full after that and Madam Pomfrey left to tend to the pudgy boy at the other side of the room.
"What's wrong with him?"
Paige rolled her eyes. "Who cares? He's a nobody, something you're not." Rachel nodded with agreement. I couldn't help but feel sympathetic about him though, he seemed to be really lonely and no one had visited him once that morning.
After Paige and Rachel left, I stood up and walked over to him. He seemed really surprise that I had came over.
"What is it?" He asked nervously.
"I just came to say hi."
"No you didn't!" He said stubbornly back. "I saw you and those girls laughing at me."
"I did not!" I said indignantly. I had only came there to just see if he was alright and this is what he gave me? "See, I brought something over." I walked over to the empty table at the end of his bed, where a box of half- eaten Berty Bott's every-flavored beans stood, and placed a box of my chocolates that had not been eaten yet.
Then I recognized another small card, almost like the one I had, only it had a little more written in it.
"Can I read this?" I asked politely and showed him the card.
"Sure," he said shyly. "It's just from Harry."
"Harry?"
"Ya, you know Harry Potter, um, have you lost your memory?"
"No." I took the card and looked in it.
Dear Neville,
Get well soon! Fred and George apologize for the joke, but they didn't want to say it. You know how they are, proud of their stunts. Be lucky that you're not in so much trouble with Snape! He would have pulled my legs off and sent me back home.
See you soon, Harry.
"You're Neville?"
"Ya."
"Tell Madam Pomfrey that I'm well." With that I pulled the screen around my bed and changed into my robes. They were still a little damp but I didn't care, I'd just make a stop to my dormitory first. I stormed out of the Hospital Wing and was almost out of the door when I remembered the card. I pulled it out from under my pillow and raced off.
"Thanks Neville!" I shouted back.
It was the afternoon when I finished cleaning up. I went down to the Great Hall with my usual bunch of friends, Paige, Rachel, Delilah, you know, that mutual friendship that you have with a load of people. The new thing that was in style was headbands, you can wear it with almost any hairstyle and it can match almost all your outfit. What you do is just swap them with your friends so that you could wear them anytime. I thought that it was a little stupid but I went with it nonetheless. This would explain why I was wearing a white headband that day.
A couple of people came over to greet me. Paige and Rachel did most of the talking, they're like my security guards; "sorry boys, Cho's busy now, would you like to make an appointment?" or "move aside people, the most awesome diva is going by." Sometimes it seems like too much. Especially when I was trying to have a private conversation with Harry.
Michelle was guzzling her food as usual, seems like something doesn't change. I took a quick glance at Harry and immediately he stared back. This time it was only a four second thing, Hermione instantly knocked into Harry and he looked away. I turned to stare at my food. The turkey and salad sandwich I was having all of a sudden didn't seem to be so delicious. I gazed up to see if Harry would look at me again but he was walking out of the hall. I waited a while to see if anyone was going to follow him but no one did.
This was my chance to finally set things right!
A/N: So far, the best review, I have to admit, is Oxy's, it actually gave me something to improve in. I don't mind you saying that some bit is bad, just don't go on and on about nonsense okay? I haven't been writing much because I've been pretty busy with school but on the Christmas Holidays I'll be able to write tonnes more so just wait up. Sorry if this chapter seems a little boring, I needed something to move Cho onto the path of recovery first. I'll get better, promise!!!
A/N: Yep, finally the so long awaited chapter . sorry if it sounds a little corny, I'm currently between my Geography and Science Exams.
Reply to the reviews:
I love George Weasley: Okay, you wanted to find out more? Here's more.
lilybbee: Thanx 4 your comment!
weirdo1: I'm flattered that you said this was the best fanfic ever and that you put me on your favourite author list but honestly, it's not that good, is it?
Oxy: I'll try to make the chapters longer then, I'm currently going through a lot of exams now but I'll do my best to submit the chapters in fast. Okay?
Tylah: Here's the next chapter.
Dragoon knight: You may hate cliffhangers being that you are the readers, but as an author it's like a friend. Plz don't hate! (
It was late when I came to; the lights in the Hospital Wing were dim and secluded, like hazy fairies dancing in the dark. I didn't know where I was at that particular moment or how I had came here. After a while, everything came back to me. The thrilling rush of water and the tickle of bubbles, how they sprang to life right beside me as my memory came back. And then, a hand, it was more than I thought I remembered, a firm and desperate hand clinging on to me and pulling me back to life and air.
I sat up under the white sheets and looked around. No one seemed to have noticed that I was awake at that moment. A boy, pudgy and forgetful looking was snoring raucously at the other end of the room. I stood up and my bare feet touched the cold timber floor. Slowly I walked towards the table at the end of my bed, there stood presents from my family and friends. One little card was propped up and almost covered by the chocolates and wrapping paper.
I took it and made my way back into the bed, weak as a kitten. I opened it and whispered the message to myself, voice echoing through the hall;
"Dear Cho, Sorry about everything, I didn't mean to scare you or anything. I hope you get well."
It wasn't signed. I took the card and shoved it underneath my pillow, and then I laid flat on my back and cried myself to sleep.
The next day I was able to take in the porridge that Madam Pomfrey gave me. It was warm against my throat and I felt my strength coming back. I just hoped then that I would be able to play in the Quidditch match. The last thing I needed was for Ravenclaw to drop out of the Quidditch Cup because I was ill. Rachel and Paige were with me cheering every time I took a spoonful of porridge.
"Come on, Cho! You're eighth spoon of porridge!" encouraged Rachel.
"The train is going through the tunnel!" laughed on Paige. I digested the spoonful and they clapped their hands, Rachel whistled. I knew that Madam Pomfrey was becoming agitated.
"That's dead annoying guys!" I laughed after I finished swallowing the spoon full. "I'm not a baby!" I stopped laughing because I saw someone looking at me through the door, mouth open wide, I was sure that the person was Harry.
Caught off guard, Madam Pomfrey swung the spoon into my mouth and I gulped it down once more. I really wasn't feeling full after that and Madam Pomfrey left to tend to the pudgy boy at the other side of the room.
"What's wrong with him?"
Paige rolled her eyes. "Who cares? He's a nobody, something you're not." Rachel nodded with agreement. I couldn't help but feel sympathetic about him though, he seemed to be really lonely and no one had visited him once that morning.
After Paige and Rachel left, I stood up and walked over to him. He seemed really surprise that I had came over.
"What is it?" He asked nervously.
"I just came to say hi."
"No you didn't!" He said stubbornly back. "I saw you and those girls laughing at me."
"I did not!" I said indignantly. I had only came there to just see if he was alright and this is what he gave me? "See, I brought something over." I walked over to the empty table at the end of his bed, where a box of half- eaten Berty Bott's every-flavored beans stood, and placed a box of my chocolates that had not been eaten yet.
Then I recognized another small card, almost like the one I had, only it had a little more written in it.
"Can I read this?" I asked politely and showed him the card.
"Sure," he said shyly. "It's just from Harry."
"Harry?"
"Ya, you know Harry Potter, um, have you lost your memory?"
"No." I took the card and looked in it.
Dear Neville,
Get well soon! Fred and George apologize for the joke, but they didn't want to say it. You know how they are, proud of their stunts. Be lucky that you're not in so much trouble with Snape! He would have pulled my legs off and sent me back home.
See you soon, Harry.
"You're Neville?"
"Ya."
"Tell Madam Pomfrey that I'm well." With that I pulled the screen around my bed and changed into my robes. They were still a little damp but I didn't care, I'd just make a stop to my dormitory first. I stormed out of the Hospital Wing and was almost out of the door when I remembered the card. I pulled it out from under my pillow and raced off.
"Thanks Neville!" I shouted back.
It was the afternoon when I finished cleaning up. I went down to the Great Hall with my usual bunch of friends, Paige, Rachel, Delilah, you know, that mutual friendship that you have with a load of people. The new thing that was in style was headbands, you can wear it with almost any hairstyle and it can match almost all your outfit. What you do is just swap them with your friends so that you could wear them anytime. I thought that it was a little stupid but I went with it nonetheless. This would explain why I was wearing a white headband that day.
A couple of people came over to greet me. Paige and Rachel did most of the talking, they're like my security guards; "sorry boys, Cho's busy now, would you like to make an appointment?" or "move aside people, the most awesome diva is going by." Sometimes it seems like too much. Especially when I was trying to have a private conversation with Harry.
Michelle was guzzling her food as usual, seems like something doesn't change. I took a quick glance at Harry and immediately he stared back. This time it was only a four second thing, Hermione instantly knocked into Harry and he looked away. I turned to stare at my food. The turkey and salad sandwich I was having all of a sudden didn't seem to be so delicious. I gazed up to see if Harry would look at me again but he was walking out of the hall. I waited a while to see if anyone was going to follow him but no one did.
This was my chance to finally set things right!
A/N: So far, the best review, I have to admit, is Oxy's, it actually gave me something to improve in. I don't mind you saying that some bit is bad, just don't go on and on about nonsense okay? I haven't been writing much because I've been pretty busy with school but on the Christmas Holidays I'll be able to write tonnes more so just wait up. Sorry if this chapter seems a little boring, I needed something to move Cho onto the path of recovery first. I'll get better, promise!!!