The Perfect Life

Chapter 1

A Look into his Life

Harry Potter had the perfect life. He had better than decent grades, an unsurpassed Quiddich record, and the girlfriend he had always wanted. He was in fact the most popular boy at school. So why was he up at all hours of the night pacing the dark corridors of Hogwarts? Unlike most Harry is not perturbed by being the target of a madman's plot to take over the wizarding world. No, for our Harry life's problems are much more complex than that. Let's find out exactly what keeps this poor boy away from his comforting bed.

Harry paused before turning down yet another hallway. His cloak rustled slightly in the faint breeze. Pale moonlight illuminated each stone with silver. Harry appreciated none of this. His mind was whirling. Long fingered hands reached for him, beckoning him to join them in the dark swirling mass that was his subconscious.

No matter how much he tried to convince himself that he was happy, his traitorous thoughts would stretch past the pleasantness of his current companion to the dark pleasures another offered him.

Silver eyes dominated black, aristocratically pale skin had more promise than faintly golden. Harry shook his head. These kinds of ideas got you ostracized and that was the last thing he needed.

Small shuffling footsteps came down the hall and Harry pressed himself up against the stones. Cho Chang, his girlfriend of a year and a half, came stumbling into view. In her hand a small parchment lit by the tip of her wand.

"Harry. I know you are here." Cho glanced around nervously. "Ron gave me the map to find you. We really need to talk. You don't have to worry about coming out of the cloak…no one is around." Her voice quivered and her eyes glistened in the light of the moon.

Silently Harry slipped the invisibility cloak from his shoulders. Cho ran into his arms, her eyes wet with tears. Before Harry could ask what was wrong she launched into an explanation of her weeping state.

"It…it was horrible. Cedric was there covered in blood! You kept dancing around him in Deatheater clothing, laughing and smiling. You raped me in front of him! How could you Harry?" Cho buried her face into Harry's chest. He tried to hide the effect her words had on him. Each syllable of her accusations pierced his heart with needles.

"You told me you loved me and that you would let me say how far this relationship goes. Taunting me in my dreams is not fair Harry! Tell me you love me." Her voice was a broken whisper and Harry sighed before responding. He knew exactly what she wanted to hear and though it might have seemed ridiculous to him, he understood that she needed to be told, constantly, that she was held close in his heart.

"Of course I love you Cho. You just had a nightmare. You know you are prone to those around this time of year." Harry settled the distraught girl more comfortably into his arms. Her sobs shook the both of them. Harry waited until the girl's crying became inaudible.

"Do you want me to walk you back to your room?" Cho nodded and meekly allowed Harry to settle the cloak around them. The trip back to the dormitory was silent, except for the murmured password to the sleeping portrait. Light snoring followed them up the stairs until they reached the upper landing.

Harry stood at the door to Cho's room, wanting a kiss but knowing that even after a year and a half she would not. Cho gave him a quick hug before shutting the door in his face. The wooden door was a longtime acquaintance to him. Often he found himself saying pleasant partings to the oak barrier. Harry knew every knot and whirl at his eye level by now.

Another long suffering sigh escaped his lips. 'I really should break this off.' A pang in his chest made him realize that even after all that she put him through, he would not be willing to call things off. He turned and crossed the empty common room to the boy's side. Wearily he climbed the stairs and collapsed into his bed.

'Maybe I should have her talk to me earlier in the evenings. I always feel so tired after dealing with her emotional states. I would get more sleep that way.' A small smirk graced his face as the thought flitted through his head. 'Who needs dreamless potions, just make people listen to her for an hour.'

Harry tossed around for a more comfortable position before finally slipping into the undisturbed sleep that every encounter with Cho promised. The Boy-Who-Lived was snuggled safely into his bed, waiting for the morning when Cho would be clinging to him apologizing profusely, yet still refusing to kiss his lips.

Ah, such a stressful life for our young hero. If only there was one who could actually make him happy as opposed to simply resigned. And what of his mortal enemy Voldemort? How shall his involvement change the course of Harry's destiny? Those who wish to learn stay with this humble storyteller and you will find that stories are the currency for souls.

A/N: What do people think? Should I continue?