A/N: Thank you to Dathrian Princess who helped me figure out how to italicize words!

This is my first fan fic ever. I have never written one about any book before. I usually make up my own stories, but I really like Harry Potter and this plot just popped into my head! So enjoy the story and if you have any suggestions at all, email me or leave a review. Criticism is welcomed to an extent. (For example, don't leave a note saying something like, "Your story sucks" without giving any reason why or how to improve it)

The Little Potter

By Writer007

Chapter 1- Something is Wrong with Cho

Harry Potter was walking down the hallway with Ginny Weasley…holding hands and smiling affectionately at her. Two lovers could be clearly sought out as a warm attachment could be felt in their eyes and smiles….and for the fact that Ginny's bright red hair was glowing along with Harry's dark hair strands.

As Harry walked Ginny to her class, Divination with Professor Trelawney, he kissed her softly on her lips and gave her the books he had been carrying. "See you at lunch Ginny." And then he grinned.

After making sure his Ginny was safely escorted to Divination, he broke into a run for Potions…Snape wouldn't be happy if Harry was late. In fact, Snape wouldn't be too pleased with Harry anyway, and Harry knew Snape would be looking for an excuse to take as many points from Gryffindor. Panting heavily, he arrived to Potions and tried to sneak into his chair quietly but----

"POTTER!" rang through his ears. "POTTER YOU'RE LATE AGAIN TODAY!"

Harry scowled as Malfoy's face lit up. "Sorry Professor." He muttered.

"Five points from Gryffindor for holding up classtime!" Snape barked and then went up to the front of the classroom. "We will be making Enlargement Solutions today." He began as the students began taking out their cauldrons. "Prepare your ingredients, you should find a list on your tables."

Peering at the ingredient list, Ron said to Harry, "Get a few strands of the troll hair and cut them up…"

"Ok done." Harry said and began to add some leech juice to the cauldron.

"So...were you walking my sister to class?" Ron nudged Harry.

Harry's cheeks turned a bit pink. "To Professor Trelawney…you know how far away that is."

"Ginny is crazy about you. I asked her, 'What is so great about a dork with messy hair?' Because honestly Harry, I don't see any reason for girls to fall over you." Ron joked.

Harry flicked a leech at Ron.

"POTTER! Ingredients for potions are NOT to be taken casually! One wrong measurement can have your Enlargement Solution go horribly wrong---- "

BANG.

Neville's cauldron exploded all over Neville's and his head began to swell.

Snape turned fiercely to Hermione. "GRANGER! Why didn't you help him when you were standing right here? Thought it would be funny to see Neville mess up again?"

Neville's voice whimpered, "Professor…please, can you fix…." his head swelled larger and larger. He gave a good impression of a balloon.

**

In Divination, Ginny was studying Palm readings with Professor Trelawney. Paired up with her friend Doris, the two girls tried to figure out what the lines in Ginny's hand meant.

Professor Trelawney was walking around, studying everyone's predictions.

"….hmm…the long line there…your life will be long, I think that's the life span line…and this one, this is curved only slightly, so you will have some luck, but not much in the future?" Doris guessed really, than rather predict.

"My dears, let me have a look. My inner eye sense that you are having difficulty interpreting Ginny Weasley's palm." Professor Trelawney took Ginny's hands into her own and placed her fingers over the lines in Ginny's hand. "hmm…dear, dear…this does not look well."

Ginny felt sort of nervous, as she heard stories from Ron and Harry and especially Hermione that Professor Trelawney's predictions were just a bunch of soggy tealeaves, she couldn't help but feel a tingle.

"This line here, symbolizes a great tension between you and your love…" Professor Trelawney, gazing into Ginny's hand.

Ginny inmmediately thought of Harry. Oh no! Will she and Harry have a sort of argument soon?

"This here…symbolizes a block in your road…and here…symbolizes something new…something new…"

Professor Trelawney looked into Ginny's chocolate brown eyes. "Aren't you the girl Harry Potter is deeply in love with?"

Ginny blushed. "Well, I don't know if he is in love with me…but…we are going out."

Professor Trelawney let out a small gasp. "Oh dear! No wonder! A girl attached to Harry Potter! His future looks so terribly grim…and if you are with him, danger could be headed your way."

**

Cho was trying desperately to stay awake in Transfiguration. She felt so tired lately. She supposed it was because she was sick. She hasn't felt well these past weeks both physically and emotionally. She and Harry had broken up weeks ago and even though it was mutual, the break-up had been difficult. Ever since Cedric, the break-up was hard because she felt like she was losing Harry. A brief time afterward, Harry had been saying 'hi' to her in the halls or even a polite, friendly conversation in the library or during dinner, and that helped ease the pain a little—knowing that she was Harry were good, mutual friends. However, losing a relationship has been hard…especially hard for some reason. Last night, she couldn't even eat, she had no appetite and retired to bed early.

"Ms. Chang, please try to join us wouldn't you?" Professor McGonagall said firmly.

"Oh, I apologize Professor," Cho said, fighting an urge to yawn. "I just feel so tired…"

"Well you better pick your head up! And where is your wand? We are supposed to be learning to turn a book into a porcupine!"

Cho took out her wand and tried to pay attention as Professor McGonagall explained that you had to concentrate on pointy spikes when you transform the book.

**

At lunch, Ginny walked up to Harry and Ron eagerly.

"Hi Harry! Hi Ron!" she said.

"Hi Ginny!" Harry's face lit up. Snape's class was never too interesting…well, maybe interesting enough, but Snape just makes it pure torture.

"How was Divination?" Ron asked. "Did Professor Trelawney predict any deaths?"

Ginny's face turned serious. "Actually…she had a prediction that I will have tension between my…my…Harry." She didn't want to say, 'my love', because it might embarrass Harry. They have been a new couple of one week.

Harry took Ginny's books into his hands. "Don't worry Ginny, she has predicted a total of 4000 wrong predictions. Come on, let's dig in."

The table had been filled with delicious food and drink.

Hermione arrived to lunch late and in a very sour mood. "I can't believe it!" she snapped and slapped Ron's hand away from her as Ron tried to take a book of hers. It had a picture of a beautiful lady in front.

"What's wrong, Hermione?" Harry asked. "Here, have some chicken."

"Ooh!" Hermione said in frustration. "The new Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher, Professor LeBlanc! As if she was really a professor, which I highly doubt." She swatted Ron's hands away from her Dark Arts book again.

"Professor LeBlanc, we don't have Defense Against the Dark Arts until tomorrow, don't we?" Harry said to Ron and Ron was peering over to see the beautiful woman in front of Hermione's book. It was their first month back at Hogwarts in their fifth year. They had a hard time finding a Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher at the beginning of the year because nobody wanted the position. Hagrid substituted a couple of times, but he didn't really work out because he spent most of the time bringing dangerous creatures in class whom he nicknamed 'Little One', 'Fluffy Jr.' (after another ferocious three headed puppy), and 'Ron' (after a red headed StickFig, the creatures that stuck to you no matter what you did. They had trouble getting the small, handsized Rons off themselves. Ron wasn't too pleased that the StickFig shared his name.). They finally got a new teacher weeks later, but Harry hasn't been to the class yet.

"She spent the entire class teaching us how to do quick zit coverups with a wave of your wand! Does that have anything to do with Dark Arts?" Hermione was in a very bad mood. "And THEN, because we are required to cover certain material over this year, she assigned two rolls of parchment…an essay on little things you can recognize when someone is in another identity using polyjuice potion! I'm not worried," she added quickly. "because I have done extra research on that in our second year remember, but this isn't how class is supposed to work!"

Ron was staring at the picture in front of the book, 'Quick Make-up with a Swish of Your Wand'. An attractive, auburn haired witch smiled in the cover.

"THIS BOOK DOESN'T HAVE ANYTHING TO DO WITH DARK ARTS!" Hermione said taking it out of Ron's hands and waving it in front of Harry and Ginny's faces.

Cho, meanwhile, by the Ravenclaw table was sitting quietly. Her friends all expressed concern about this. "Cho, why don't you take a cheering charm? You look like you can do with one of those." Her friend Maggie suggested.

"No, no, Cho needs to just get a quick makeover to lift her spirits, Professor LeBlanc said that a good face reflects a confident personality." Her friend Denise said, flipping though 'Quick Make-up with a Swish of Your Wand'.

Cho felt very dizzy. She almost couldn't hear her friends around her.

"Did you get any sleep at all last night?" Maggie asked. Cho wasn't even focused on Maggie's words.

She saw everything dissolving slowly…and then she fell.

"Cho!" Denise gasped.

Cho Chang had fainted.