That night, Harry sat in the common room, thinking about how perfect
everything had been that day.
Hedwig tapped on the window, dragging Harry out of his chair.
"Hey, Hedwig. Got something for me?" He said, petting her.
He took the letter off of her leg and patted her on the head. "Thanks." He sat down and opened the letter.
Dear Harry:
Thank you for the letter. Firstly: CONGRATULATIONS! That is so good! Why didn't they tell you that before, though? Anyway, I can talk to you on Thursday, no problem. I do have a problem, though. Do you remember that man we saw on our first day at work? The one who applied for the Ministry? And do you remember how he didn't get the job? Well, I saw him again. He was taking the same route, and I saw him right up until I got to the Ministry. Am I right to be worried, or am I just overreacting? If I see him again, I'll tell Moody, or something. He will probably say I should be apparating to work anyway. I'll see you at ten on Thursday!
Love, Cho
She'd seen him again? Harry wasn't sure what to think. The man was simply an applicant. Still, he had the same name as Sirius, and he did look very familiar.
He shook his head. It couldn't be anyone he knew.
He went to bed, so that his dreams would make him forget everything he had thought in the last few minutes.
The week passed quickly, Harry just waiting for Thursday at ten o'clock. Finally, it came, but not without suffering.
Harry lived through three Potions classes (only one in which Snape refused to even mark his potion), two History of Magic classes where he and Ron both fell asleep, only to be frowned on by Hermione, and long hours of boredom.
He sat in the arm chair by the fire, waiting. Finally, Cho's face popped up in it.
"Sorry I'm late, Harry. Just as I was leaving, the Minister asked me to help him. How are you doing?"
Harry smiled. "Great. I'm doing really well in Potions, which certainly makes me happy. Quiddich hasn't started yet, but I hope it will soon. What about you?"
She laughed. "I work. That's basically it. I really need to get myself a social life, don't you agree? Anyway, it's so different here, now that everyone has gone back to school. It's so empty!" She laughed again.
"What about Black? Did you see him again?" He asked quietly.
She nodded slowly. "I told Moony, and he's going to keep an eye out. He also insisted that I start apparating to school. He says the world's not safe."
They talked for an hour, when they had to part, as Harry had Defence Against the Dark Arts, and Cho's break time was up.
"Bye, Cho. Go out tonight, alright? If worse comes to worse, maybe you can hang out with Wood and his friends."
Cho smiled. "I would laugh, if it wasn't such a good idea. Goodbye, I'll talk to you soon!"
She disappeared.
Harry smiled. He missed her, and he wanted more than to just talk to her. He wanted to sit beside her, hold her hand, kiss her.
He sat there for a moment, before he realized that he needed to get to class.
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Wow. Shortest chapter EVER! I'm really sorry, but I have a total writer's block. I know exactly what I want to happen, but I don't know how to write it. I find that it's a serious road block to have Harry always at school. It gets annoying sometimes. I'm going to do some stuff at Hogsmeade, so please don't suggest that. I just need to think about it a bit, and I think I need to get this chapter behind me to do that.
Thanks, unolimbo
Hedwig tapped on the window, dragging Harry out of his chair.
"Hey, Hedwig. Got something for me?" He said, petting her.
He took the letter off of her leg and patted her on the head. "Thanks." He sat down and opened the letter.
Dear Harry:
Thank you for the letter. Firstly: CONGRATULATIONS! That is so good! Why didn't they tell you that before, though? Anyway, I can talk to you on Thursday, no problem. I do have a problem, though. Do you remember that man we saw on our first day at work? The one who applied for the Ministry? And do you remember how he didn't get the job? Well, I saw him again. He was taking the same route, and I saw him right up until I got to the Ministry. Am I right to be worried, or am I just overreacting? If I see him again, I'll tell Moody, or something. He will probably say I should be apparating to work anyway. I'll see you at ten on Thursday!
Love, Cho
She'd seen him again? Harry wasn't sure what to think. The man was simply an applicant. Still, he had the same name as Sirius, and he did look very familiar.
He shook his head. It couldn't be anyone he knew.
He went to bed, so that his dreams would make him forget everything he had thought in the last few minutes.
The week passed quickly, Harry just waiting for Thursday at ten o'clock. Finally, it came, but not without suffering.
Harry lived through three Potions classes (only one in which Snape refused to even mark his potion), two History of Magic classes where he and Ron both fell asleep, only to be frowned on by Hermione, and long hours of boredom.
He sat in the arm chair by the fire, waiting. Finally, Cho's face popped up in it.
"Sorry I'm late, Harry. Just as I was leaving, the Minister asked me to help him. How are you doing?"
Harry smiled. "Great. I'm doing really well in Potions, which certainly makes me happy. Quiddich hasn't started yet, but I hope it will soon. What about you?"
She laughed. "I work. That's basically it. I really need to get myself a social life, don't you agree? Anyway, it's so different here, now that everyone has gone back to school. It's so empty!" She laughed again.
"What about Black? Did you see him again?" He asked quietly.
She nodded slowly. "I told Moony, and he's going to keep an eye out. He also insisted that I start apparating to school. He says the world's not safe."
They talked for an hour, when they had to part, as Harry had Defence Against the Dark Arts, and Cho's break time was up.
"Bye, Cho. Go out tonight, alright? If worse comes to worse, maybe you can hang out with Wood and his friends."
Cho smiled. "I would laugh, if it wasn't such a good idea. Goodbye, I'll talk to you soon!"
She disappeared.
Harry smiled. He missed her, and he wanted more than to just talk to her. He wanted to sit beside her, hold her hand, kiss her.
He sat there for a moment, before he realized that he needed to get to class.
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Wow. Shortest chapter EVER! I'm really sorry, but I have a total writer's block. I know exactly what I want to happen, but I don't know how to write it. I find that it's a serious road block to have Harry always at school. It gets annoying sometimes. I'm going to do some stuff at Hogsmeade, so please don't suggest that. I just need to think about it a bit, and I think I need to get this chapter behind me to do that.
Thanks, unolimbo