DAY 2- AFTERNOON (PART 2)

Harry pushed Cho away, still gripping her tightly by the shoulders. When she refused to look at him he gently pushed her chin up and looked deep into her eyes.

"You know what's going to happen?" He whispered, "How it will end?"

She stared at him for an immeasurable moment, eyes roaming over his worn and wearied face. Then nodded.

His hands tightened involuntarily and she gasped. "Cho, I must know, I must. You have to tell me."

"No…" She breathed, looking at the floor.

"Tell me Cho!" He pushed her slightly, releasing her chin.

Cho took a deep, shuddering breath and then looked straight at him. "No."

"TELL ME GOD DAMNIT!" Harry roared and Cho jumped. He shook her, hard this time. "DON'T YOU UNDERSTAND YOU SILLY LITTLE GIRL?"

"I can't. Ow, you're hurting me… ow… stop, stop, please…"

He was shaking her as hard as he could. Hermione was clutching at his sleeve, trying to pull his arm away, panic in her eyes, "Stop Harry!"

Harry was like a cat with a mouse being dangled before him, just out of reach. There was madness blazing like black fire in his eyes, "TELL ME! TELL ME!" His right arm drew back then he punched Cho with all his might across her cheek. A sickening crack sounded. "TELL ME! I DON'T WANT TO DIE! I DON'T WANT TO DIE! I DON'T WANT to DIE! I don't want to die…" and he pushed her away sobbing, face in his hands and he collapsed upon the floor. "Mum…dad…I'm sorry…help me…don't let me die…"

Hermione sank down onto the dusty floor next to Harry, wrapping her arms around him, resting her head upon his head, slowly rocking him back and forth as his bitter sobs rent the air. "Sssh", she whispered, "sssh, it's going to be OK", her hand rhythmically stroking his hair, eyes never leaving Cho's.

Eventually his tears ebbed and he looked up, emerald orbs greener than they had ever been, washed clean of the ebony fires of darkness by the release of years of stifled emotion. Red-rimmed they were, as were those of Hermione and Cho. Pain filled his expression as he looked at Cho, clutching her blacked face. "You promised", she said voice expressionless.

"I'm sorry. Never ag-"

Quickly she moved toward him and placed a finger upon his lips. "No more promises. Just know this, I forgive you."

Hermione spoke then, body still laid along Harry's back, "We're all in this to the end". Her voice cracked, "Whenever our ends may be." She stood up and proffered a hand to each of them, pulling them to their feet.

"We better run, it's a miracle there are no Death Eaters here already."

"I thought you'd know better than to believe in miracles, Harry", Hermione teased, "I cast a silencing spell".

"Fudo indeed", Cho sighed, "Fudo indeed".

I quite like the way I've managed to slot in the Japanese God as a clue, I've not put much oriental mythology into the book so it should stand out as a hint as to the maker of the second prophecy. The second prophecy, now that was a bloody nightmare, almost as bad as chapter nine of GoF. I don't think its too dramatic, I mean the language in itself acts as a clue, Trelawny is a bit of a simpleton at heart, so hers is pretty basic, but Cho (funny how I think of them by their first and last names) is more passionate, a deeper more emotional person, so hers is poetic. I wonder if I should admit that 'a spindled web of silken thread' is from a verse I wrote when I was ten?

AN: Sos about the reduced amount of Jo in the last couple of chapters, I wanted to get the actual story rolling before I got to carried away writing from her POV. hope the chappies aren't too short, the next one is going to be much longer and the one after that will be almost entirely devoted to Jo. Once again thanks to my lovely, lovely reviewers; Peacebunnie, Lozw00, bob (because i lurve responding to flamers; see your personal response below ;) ), Mmm...Mr Darcy (I agree with your name), Padma, blah, J-R-S CRAZY and Tikvah Ariel xoxoxoxox