Yaayy! Another Chapter, and since my reviewers are being so supportive this chappie is extra long! I suffered a minor bout of Writer's Block but my lovely friends from Chambers and Secret Message Boards helped me out! Especially Shari! Look out for her first fanfic: "To the End".

Okay now let's answer some questions: To Phoenix King and LT200: sorry your both wrong! It was never my intention to make Draco the stalker (yes it would be very obvious if he was!) You'll just hafta wait! Oh and about Draco's OOC-ness, I reread the chapter and it seems like Cho wants to believe he's nice and genuine - but as I said before I have a point to make with him!

Grookill: Thanks for the tip it was extremely helpful cos I sensed something was missing! And I'll try to make Cho more "human"

And also: Kresh, Youngian89, Scorpio Serpant, El-Permanente EVERYONE! Thankyou! Now let's get on with it!

Disclaimer: I own nuthin!

Chapter 5 – So it Begins

Cho took in the surroundings of the room she had just entered, the actual chamber that housed the great Dumbledore was perhaps smaller than she had expected. The fire's heat in the little hearth did little to spread its warmth in every corner of the antechamber.

Harry wandered towards a great phoenix bird and fondled its tuft of hair whilst she gave the room a good inspection. She had never in all her seven years at Hogwarts, ever been granted the privilege of being in Dumbledore's chambers until now. The furniture was polished to a gloss where she could see her face reflected; she admired the skilful carving on the chair backs of fanciful creatures and scroll works. The occupants of the portraits surveyed her with mild curiously as she passed. There were tall narrow windows with its shutters closed but a thin stream of moonlight peeked under the curtains.

'I wonder where Dumbledore is.' Cho queried moving in front of the small fire. It was deathly cold; the tapestries of ancient heroes stirred in the draught. She could not suppress a shiver.

'Your cold' Harry noticed at once. 'Here'.

She felt the warmth of his cloak as he laid it around her shoulders, she welcome the warmth and drew the folds around her tiny frame, 'thankyou' Cho said reaching behind to untuck the length of her hair over the cloak.

'I'll do that' Harry offered, he moved behind her to grasp her hair and swept it out from under the cloak, she felt his hand linger on her back.

Cho felt herself blush but she gave a loud gasp as startlingly something - an undiscernible figure shrouded in dark shadows moved fleetingly in the corner of her eye.

'I'm sorry!' Harry squeaked at once looking alarmed, but as Cho whirled around her fingers grasping her wand his expression changed. 'What is it?'

She narrowed her eyes, 'I – I thought...there was something...'

Harry surveyed her with an indiscernible expression, his cheeks quite pink, 'really?'

Cho lower her wand pursuing her lips, 'sorry it was probably just the shadows or something'.

Harry cleared his throat, 'oh okay' he answered, his voice quite shrill. He retreated a few steps and sat on the plush seat, 'so how was your day?'

Cho gave a wry grin and took a seat besides him, 'exhausting, it's only been a month and I'm already buried up to my eyeballs with homework'.

'You have NEWTS don't you?' Harry asked fiddling with his glasses.

Cho nodded grimacing, 'don't remind me, my last year in Hogwarts, I was hoping for a semblance of peace this year but things just seems to be getting out of control'.

Harry looked a bit disconcerted to hear her say this; 'oh' he bit his lips. 'Then I don't think you're going to like what you'll be hearing tonight'.

She opened her mouth to reply but there was a crack and suddenly the small room appeared even more crowded as four full-grown adults apparated into the room.

'Ah I see you youngster have made yourselves comfortable' Professor Dumbledore announced dusting his flowing robes; he strode towards his pet phoenix and stroked its downy plumage. 'I believe we are in need of refreshments and nibbles'.

'Goodness Albus' McGonagall exclaim crossly, 'I did not leave my cosy chambers for a tea party, can we not get on with business?'

'Minerva my dear I do apologise for my manners, do take a seat, you too Severus it has been an exhausting day, what we need is hot chocolate for the children and perhaps a cup of tea for us older folks?' Dumbledore continued, he gave a swish of his hands and suddenly everyone found themselves holding a cup and saucer full to the brim with hot beverage. The little table was suddenly laden with sweets and biscuits, even McGonagall could not resist. She grudgingly took a seat and promptly reached for a scotch biscuit to enjoy with her tea.

'Help yourself' Dumbledore urged beaming.

Snape scowled, he places his saucer on a bookcase. 'Perhaps we can get started now?'

Dumbledore stirred his tea and sipped it, 'ah a sweet strong tea always does the trick, Miss Chang, Mr Potter, would you rather another beverage?'

It seemed that Dumbledore would rather speak at his own pace, and neither McGonagall nor Snape's impatience could deter the old Headmaster.

Harry shook his head looking unfazed but Cho hastily sipped her hot chocolate almost burning her tongue, 'I'm fine' she rasped.

Professor Dumbledore grabbed a ginger snap biscuit and munched on it, 'please help yourself, Severus do come and join us. You do look awfully uncomfortable standing there'.

Sullenly, Severus Snape took three long strides and seated himself on a plush chair looking even more awkward then he was to begin with.

The room was silent, Cho felt oddly out of place. Everyone seems to be with some acquaintance with one another, even Harry. She wished Dumbledore would just hurry up and start talking. But it seems everyone was waiting for the Headmaster to begin who was in no particular hurry as he sipped his tea and munched on his biscuits with cheerful enthusiasm. Harry tentatively sipped his hot chocolate and lowered his cup on the table, she followed his gaze. Harry and Snape were eyeing each other with detest and McGonagall was watching them over the rim of her cup. An elderly looking wizard whom she recognised as Dilys Derwent, a former Hogwarts Headmaster and a St Mungos healer; yawned in his portrait and began to snore. Cho was starting to feel a little drowsy herself.

"In times of old when I was new and Hogwarts barely started. The founders of our noble school thought never to be parted' Dumbledore mused, 'the sorting hat has been singing this song for the past few years. The story of Hogwart's founders'.

Everyone turned their attention towards the greatest wizard in the world of magic and wizardry, we all knew he had a point to make. Cho gaze at her Headmaster listening attentively.

'So Hogwarts worked in harmony for several happy years, but then discord crept among us. Feeding on our faults and fears, the houses that, like pillars four had once held up our school. Now turned upon each other and divided sought to be' Dumbledore continued. 'And for a while it seemed the school must meet an early end, what with duelling and with fighting. And the clash of friend on friend'.

Cho detected a  note of heavy sadness in his last sentence. Harry and Snape were scowling determine to look anywhere but at each other. Dumbledore raised his head and caught her gaze with his periwinkle blue eyes.

'Perhaps Miss Chang remains the only student left in Hogwarts who believes in house unity amongst students' he smiled noticing her look of surprise. 'Don't be surprise, there is little that I do not know. Tell me my dear, what do you make of this?'

Cho straightened as she felt four pair of eyes turned towards her, 'umm...' she mumbled reluctlantly, 'well I agree it seems wrong to sort people and condemn them once they have a house. Were on the brink of war as we speak, I believe that we either stand together and be strong from within or crumble.'

'Wise words' Dumbledore replied solemnly, 'but it is commonly forgotten'.

'It was unity that started Hogwart. It was unity that brought the Death Eaters together. It was unity,' he winked. 'That founded the DA'.

'So...unity is good and bad?' Cho queried hesitantly.

'We unite. But even the strongest army is useless against a organised army. Even a small army that is well organised can win this war' Dumbledore answered.

Cho felt a thrill of terror at the mention of war from Dumbledore's own lips. And besides her she felt Harry stiffen.

'The four founders of this school, as you may know, are Godric Gryffinfor, Salazar Slythein, Rowena Ravenclaw, and Helga Hufflepuff. Each founders has his/her own opinions about this school. And each founders has their own criticsm' Dumbledore continued and he turned his gaze towards Harry and Cho.

'Your classmates, are the only living heir in today's modern time. Harry - your the only living heir to Godric Gryffindor. Draco Malfoy is one of the last heirs to Salazar Slytherin. The other one, as you may already know, is Voldemort'. Cho flinched. 'The heir to Hufflepuff is deceased, ruthlessly murdered by Lord Voldemort. And you Miss Chang - you are Rowena Ravenclaw's heir'.

Cho felt her eyes glisten with tears, it was all too much to take in. Hearing about Cedric, Dumbledore confirming she was Ravenclaw's heir - it was just insane!

'But how do you know I'm the heir of Ravenclaw? How could I be related to her? I - it could be anyone - even Marietta!' Cho burst out.

A cold voice spoke from her right. 'And why would it be Marietta? That two-faced liar.'

Cho whirled around to face Harry incredulously. 'Marietta isn't a liar! Her mum works for the Ministry. I bet you would do that too, if you were put in that position!'

'Well you know, Ron's dad works for the ministry too!' Harry responded, eyes narrowed in disapproval and jaws tightened in annoyance.

Cho leapt to her feet suddenly furious, upsetting the cup of hot chocolate and its contents spilt all over the floor and doused Harry's trousers.

'That doesn't matter! Marietta is in a tight spot. Ron's parents support him don't they?' she yelled.

'How's that? My parents are dead. They were murdered by Voldemort remember?' Harry answered coldly.

A stony silence followed Harry's words, Cho was still standing; her chest heaving with rage and hurt.

'Okay that's enough' Professor McGonagall intercepted, 'I see the children are worked up as it is. Perhaps its time to retire for the night'.

Cho felt her face flushing crimson, she tugged Harry's cloak off and flung it on the ground. She raised her head and met his distant gaze. Wordlessly, she turned on her heels and stalked off. Behind her she heard Dumbledore sigh and whisper.

'For our Hogwarts is in danger from external deadly foes. And we must unite inside her or we'll crumble from within'. 

Practice was going to be hell, Cho decided irritably as she flung the heavy double doors to the Entrance door open and strode briskly through the flagged stone floor. The sky was still a murky grey, and the first stream of sunlight had barely begun to skim the grounds of Hogwarts. It was precisely five fifteen in the morning, and she had booked the Quidditch field at five thirty. A brisk breeze whipped the folds of her cloak over her figure. She felt the goose pimples rise on her bare neck and she began to regret leaving her thick scarf behind. She had her long dark hair pulled back onto the crown of her head and fasten to a severe bun leaving much of her neck and collar bone exposed to the bite of the cold. Shivering violently, she quickly pulled her gloves on and proceeded to jog towards the field, her breath coming out in white puffs in the air.

'Hey Princess your late!'

She suddenly felt a firm grip on her waist and gave a shriek as she began to move forwards her feet dangling madly in the air.

'Corner you prat!' Cho snarled.

Laughing heartily, Michael Corner easily heaved her over his broom flying over the Quidditch stadiums where her team mates were observing with wry amusement. Seething with embarrassment, Cho flung her arms out and shouted: "accio broom!'

Her Comet Two Sixty darted up in the air and she clasped onto it and swiftly mounted her broom before Michael even had a chance to react.

'You - are going down' Cho smirked.

Putting on a burst of speed she dipped under his broom and gave a swift kick on his kneecaps, howling in pain he tipped forwards mid-air and rolled upside down legs still clinging onto his broom. Cho landed gracefully and watched with satisfaction as Michael lost control of his broom as it lowered to the ground his head skimming the sand bar. He came to a halt his head completely buried underneath the sand with his legs sticking up in the air.

Her team mates sniggered and clapped her shoulders, shouting out taunts and jokes towards there frazzled Keeper.

'Ooh better not get on the wrong end with our Captain 'ere' 5th year Stewart Ackerely chortled. 'Princess she ain't'.

'Get up you lummox' 7th year Sean Cappar dubbed "St Cappar" because of his gentle upbringing exclaimed dragging there disgruntle Keeper to his feet.

'Jeez – o Chang what crawled up your as-' Michael began to complain but Sean Cappar clapped a hand over his mouth.

'Shut it Corner there are ladies present' he warned.

'Oh come off it St Cappar, the only "lady" besides Cho here is you! Not like she's that naïve' Corner protested.

Cho jabbed her fingers sharply on his chest, 'get your eyes check, we have tryouts for new players you dolt, and if you can get any thicker we have another girl with us, thank the heavens!'

'Another girl?' Corner exclaimed. His eyes scanned the group of Ravenclaws huddled together and came to a halt on a short, pale girl with wide dark eyes and plump, rosy cheeks. 'Hi, welcome to tryouts!'

Cho rolled her eyes, 'okay team gather and listen up' she began briskly. The group formed a semi circle around her. She surveyed her team with a somewhat disgruntle expression, they consisted of boys all taller, bigger and wider than her it felt strange to be giving orders considering she was the smallest and the only girl on the team.

'Last year as I'm sure you all know, started out successfully' Cho pursued her lips, 'we should have won...the odds were on our side, Roger warned us to be prepared for the unexpected. And Gryffindor's chance victory was just that...however it shall not happen again. I do feel as if I let the team down and take the brunt of the punishment unto myself...'

She ignored the chorus of disagreement and protests from her fellow team mates and resumed her speech.

'However this year, as it is my last and I have yet to lead Ravenclaw into victory. I make it my responsibility and goal to finish the year content with the knowledge that the Quidditch trophy is ours for the year with our names on it.'

A murmur of approval rippled amongst her fellow team mates, Cho smiled warmly and she made sure she looked each player in the eyes.

'Being your chosen captain, I feel privilege and honour bound to do Ravenclaw justice' she said quietly. 'I'm happy you have made the decision to give me this honour – after last year's events...'

A lump formed in her throat and she felt the all-familiar urge to cry but with much difficulty she swallowed her tears. She felt her team mates share an uneasy glance between them, 'let's start with try outs' she finish quietly not trusting her voice.

Cho turned around and made herself suddenly busy with the equipments whilst struggling to compose herself.

'Hey are you okay?' Michael queried wrapping a strong arm around her small shoulders and pulled her in a hug.

'Fine, nothing to worry about' she gave a laugh but even she heard how unconvincing she sounded.

'You know last year was not your fault, I mean Davies was possessed, Quidditch consumed him and he lashed out at every one – and you were very vulnerable that time' Michael helped her carry out the beaters bat and bludgers. He was referring to last year, when she was in her emotional state and Roger Davies had almost kicked her off the team before her friends stood up for her.

Despite herself, she couldn't help the single, treacherous tear roll down her cheeks and she quickly wiped it aside trying to hide it. 'Sorry' she muttered foolishly, 'it still hurts that's all'.

'Don't worry, forget everything Roger said. Even he admitted he was a prat towards you. We all know you're the best seeker we have and we trust your judgement – that's why we decided you're the best person to be our captain. Okay?'

Cho gave a watery smile, she checked quickly to make sure no one was watching before wrapping her arms around her friend and kissing his cheeks. Of course the reason for her tears had to do with more than Quidditch but she was still touched. 

'You're the best friend a girl could ever want' she said sincerely. 'Let's get to business'.

Cho left Michael standing alone wearing a strange look; and she fixed a determined expression on her face. Cho grouped the new players together and ordered the other team mates to do laps around the field.

'Now, you're all aware we only have positions for one beater and two chasers. If you prefer another position then I'm afraid you'll be on the reserved list' she began sternly, 'there seems to be more people than we need here so I expect you to give it everything you've got today at try outs. Now everyone hand in your forms'.

Cho accepted the slips of parchment and called the others down, 'okay I'll call your name and your preferred position and Stewart Ackerely – the big, blond bloke there will give you instructions.'

Stewart began to flex his biceps – undoubtly showing off to the new girl but Sean Cappar gave him a shove.

Cho glance down at the first slip of paper, 'Ben Dunstar – position Beater'.

A tall, dark-skinned boy whom she recognised as a 4th year student stepped out and grinning eagerly hurried towards Stewart to be given further instructions.

One by one Cho called out the names and position until there was just one person left, it was the girl looking out of place amongst the other bigger boys. Cho smiled encouragingly at her, she recognised her as a 2nd year. And she was exactly her height and slender build. The girl smiled back nervously.

'You must be Emma Dobbs' Cho exclaimed brightly, 'and your desired position is...seeker'.

Cho felt everyone turn their attention towards them surveying her curiously to judge her reaction and raising a brow in surprise.

Stewart Ackerely nudged Sean Cappar smirking broadly, 'hope a little competition isn't too much eh princess?'

Cho smiled tightly, 'no of course not I'm interested to see what Miss Dobbs is capable of, to ensure Ravenclaw is in good hands when I'm gone next year'.

Emma Dobbs made her way towards Stewart and mounting her broom she flew into her position on the field with the others to warm up.

Her current team mates, Michael Corner, Sean Cappar and Stewart Ackerely gathered together to talk.

'So what do you all make of Miss Dobbs' Michael ask curiously.

'She has galls I give her that' Stewart observed, 'I mean trying out for a position that has been Chang's for the past five years especially now she's our captain'.

Sean Cappar slapped him on the back of his head, 'grow up Ackerely'.

'Hands off Saint Cappar' Stewart retorted.

Rolling her eyes at their immaturity Cho shrugged, 'Stewarts right about one thing, she has guts and I admire that. We'll see how she fares today. Okay Stewart you can start them off'.

Cho and her team mates watched the mock game begin, her friends made several comments and criticism on each players but Cho was too distracted to pay much attention. Her mind was full of last nights discussion - she was still reeling from her fight with Harry, and frustratingly. Instead of filling in the blanks she felt more confused than ever about everything. She realised she never did find out how they all became heirs. And it was against her nature to be kept in the dark, she needed more information. There was no way she was going to ask Harry – especially after last night but there are things that she could find out herself...

'Hey check out Dunstar, good reflexes eh Cho?' Michael exclaimed.

Dragging her attention back to Quidditch, she fixed her eyes on the 4th year and to her surprise, he was very good. Despite his heavy build he was fast on his broom, manoeuvring it with agility and precision.

'Good aim too' Ravenclaw's current beater Stewart Ackerely admitted grudgingly. 'Could do with some work on his flying skills'.

'Come off it he's the best one out there, with a little training we'll whip him into top shape by our first game' Michael protested.

'What do you think of those blokes Golding and Ledger, think any of em' are promising?' Cho murmured, she winced as Golding swung his bat missing the bludger but almost clubbing another player in the head.

'Amateurs' Stewart snorted, 'worthless'.

'How's the girl going?' Sean Cappar asked.

They scanned the sky and observed the tiny second year hovering in the air, avoiding the bludgers and skimping by the sides.

'A bit timid' Michael murmured.

'Not that bad a flyer' Cho admitted.

Sean clapped his large hands on her back reassuringly, 'you have nothing to worry about, we'll put her on reserve and you can work on training her for next year – '

Cho was about to reply but was distracted by a yell on the field.

'Oi!' one of the boys protested. 'Watchit!'

'Hey look at her go!' Stewart exclaimed.

Cho watched as Emma suddenly kicked her broom into full speed, she dodged a bludger by inches but without loosing her speed she chased after the snitch her expression intent on its target.

'We'll see about that' Cho muttered, mounting her broom she took off after Emma leaving her friends in a cloud of dust.

Her Comet Two Sixty might be no match against the Nimbus 2000 but Emma's old school broom was no match against her broom. Considering Cho had the advantage of flying skills and years of experience behind her.

She easily caught up to Emma and Cho fixed the golden snitch in her sight, Emma didn't stop to glance at her, she knew Cho was testing her.

They were neck and neck, simultaneously they both reached out, stretching their arms practically out of their sockets to grab the snitch. Just a little closer...Cho felt the beat of the snitch's wings on her fingers, she could almost graze it with her finger tip...there was a whirring sound and narrowing her eyes she felt rather than saw the bludger hurtling towards them with deadly precision. Retrieving her hands she rolled sideways, pitching her body upside down just as the bludger whipped by where she was a second ago, she heard Emma shriek. Swinging back onto her broom she spared a glance to make sure Emma was not injured – she wasn't. But the snitch was streaking underneath her still trying to escape them. Cho pitched her broom downwards and with a low swoop she raised her fingers stretched out – her friends cheered – the snitch was struggling to free itself in her grip, its wings beating furiously against her palm.

Stewart Ackerely blew his whistled, and the others still clapping motioned everyone to fly down to be given an assessment.

Cho regained her breath, letting the thrill of the catch settle into a slightly dulled excitement before she checked up on Emma.

'Okay there?' Cho queried.

Emma Dobbs was cradling her right arm her eyes bright and cheeks rosy, 'that was an awesome catch!' she breathed.

'Your hurt' Cho frowned, 'let me see that'.

Cho pulled up her sleeve to examine her arm, there was a dark purple bruise but no broken bones. 'You'll be fine'.

Emma Dobbs eyes devoured her, 'Cho you were awesome, I've seen you play and you're the best seeker, how ever did you see that bludger coming?'

Feeling rather touched Cho reply wryly, 'let's call it instincts, I had a nasty bludger incident in my first year as seeker, and I was out for the remaining year but after that I can sense a bludger a mile away' she shrugged.

The girls landed and joined the others, triumphantly Cho raise her arm with the snitch in her fist and tossed it in the box acknowledging the applause. Emma Dobbs was clapping enthusiastically along with them.

'Okay that's enough' Cho interfered, 'good game, we have seen everything we need to make our final decision, but first of all who was the person who aimed that bludger at us?'

Timidly, Ben Dunstar raised his hand reluctantly in the air looking rather embarrassed and worried.

Cho strode towards him as he cringed in mortification; she clapped him on the back and shook his hands. 'Congratulations, you're on the team, you've got an extremely good aim; everyone else will find out tomorrow morning, practise is over. You can head back to the Great Hall for breakfast, thankyou for coming out this morning'.

There was an inaudible sigh of relief as everyone began to toss their brooms and bats aside and trudged towards the Hall, anticipating breakfast after there vigorous work out.

'Emma' Cho called, 'here rub some of this salve on your bruise, it will throb later in the day, drink some peppermint tea okay?'

Reverently, the 2nd year accepted the salve nodding, 'yes thankyou Cho'.

As she turned to go, Cho paused and called out, 'Oh and Miss Dobbs'.

Emma turned around expectantly, 'yes?'

Cho smiled whimsically, 'good flying, you'll do Ravenclaw proud next year'.

Smiling exuberantly, Emma Dobbs flushed in pleasure and practically skipped back to the castle.

'What's up with you being so suddenly nice' Sean Cappar queried slinging the bag of beaters bat over his shoulders.

'Emma reminded me of myself at her age' Cho retorted, 'young, impressionable and full of promise.'

'So who do you think qualify as our chasers?' Michael asked hoisting the pile of brooms over his shoulder.

'Kieran Bundy wasn't bad' Cappar replied, 'the others were a bit of a joke really'.

'The tall thin guy with long dark hair?' Cho asked, 'he's in 5th year right?'

'Yeah, and we decided that we'll go with Ledger, he's a bit out of practice but we'll train him hard. He'll do well enough, he's Bradley's little brother' Michael explained.

'Bradley eh?' Cho said fondly referring to their previous Chaser, 'heard he's been accepted in St Mungos College'.

They returned the equipment to its shed before they made their way, wearily towards the Great Hall for breakfast, neither of them showering or changing our of their practice uniform. Breakfast was too tempting at the moment. As they entered the double doors, the smells of the kitchen filled their nostrils and Cho began to salivate.

'Hey Cho, how was practise?' Ginny greeted.

She felt Michael stiffened, "I'll see you at the table' he whispered before following his team mates to Ravenclaw's table'.

Cho nodded in understanding and greeted Ginny with a wink, 'good, were in top form this year. How goes your team?'

Ginny smile faltered for a second, 'I dunno, I mean I'm not sure what's going on exactly...'

Cho could understand Ginny's uncertainty, she only played one position – seeker but the position was occupied by Harry. And she knew how badly Ginny wanted the part.

'Hey I'm sure it'd all be okay Gin' Cho reassured her friend.

Ginny shrugged, 'yeah' she scrutinise her face, 'were you up studying all night or something, and you look tired'.

'Gee thanks' Cho responded dryly, 'I'm starving, we'll talk later'.

Cho hurried into her seat besides Marietta and Michael and reached out for a big bowl of porridge stirring in a generous amount of honey and cream.

'You guys are such pigs' Marietta sniffed indignantly watching them inhale there food.

'Oh shush' Cho chided, 'you try waking up at five am in the morning and working out for three hours!'

Marietta shuddered, 'no thankyou' she answered primly.

'Mail's here' Michael exclaimed as suddenly the room was besieged with flocks of owls swooping in and dropping their load on the table.

Cho's owl Xiao Chun landed in front of her, dropping a box on her porridge and upsetting the jug of cream, she dipped her beak in Cho's cup to drink thirstily.

Ignoring the mess, Cho eagerly open the box and gave a gasp of delight as she uncovered her mother's home-made almond cookies and - her favourite sar chieu bao.

Besides her Michael was reading the scroll attached to his owl and Marietta was unravelling the Daily Prophet.

'What's that smell?' Michael asks sniffing the air delicately.

'Here try it, it's a Chinese savoury bun – mummy made it herself and it's my favourite' Cho informed him passing him a warm bun.

Michael accepted it and took a huge bite, 'mmm, dash goo' he mumbled with his mouth full.

Marietta suddenly gave a gasp of horror her hands flying to her mouth. 'Oh no!'

'What's wrong?' Cho demanded to know, she suddenly notice the sounds of the Great Hall were reduce to hush whispers and there was an anguished cry from the Hufflepuff table.

Michael picked up Marietta's copy of the Daily Prophet and he read the headlines outloud: 'Death eaters escape from Azkaban: Wizardry community attacked'.

Cho felt a chill run up and down her spine.

Michael quickly scanned the paper, 'that's not all' he raised his head and looked her straight in the eye, 'they attacked the Branstone family - no one survived.'

Cho turned in her seat, her eyes filled with tears as she watched fellow 7th year friend Eleanor Branstone from Hufflepuff bury her face in her hands weeping brokenly.

Ooh and the plot thickens. So what did everyone think? About Harry & Cho's disagreement? About the Quidditch? About the lil cliffie hehe!

I swear the part with Dumbledore was so hard to write( once again Thankyou Shari), but I enjoyed writing everything else! Hmm what's those beta reader thing? Would someone like to be mine? Cos I'm already having trouble with Chapter 6. I wanted to update sooner but I had trouble, but usually it's a weekly update.

Another note: Cho's Owl Xiao Chun is translated as "Little Spring" in Chinese and Sar Chieu Bao - is a common Savoury bun. See Grookill! I took your advice! And those new characters - I didn't make em up, they are mentioned in the books - I did my research!

Till next time!

Vivvy