1 A/N: I PROMISE THIS WILL BE LONGER THAN THE LAST! And just to let those anti-Cho people out there, who probably had a bash from the last chapter, had better keep the butterbeer out! Cho is even worse in this chapter!

Chapter 2

Cho's Funeral

Reporter Ginny Weasley stepped into the home of Cho Chang. The place was a mess. Chairs were knocked over, popcorn was strewn every where, other reporters and doctors and nurses were there too.

"Here she is now," a woman Ginny recognized as Luna Lovegood.

"Hello, Luna," Ginny said, shaking the woman's hand.

"Nice to see you again, Ginny. Now, the case we have here... isn't like any other. It was definitely a murder because Cho's body is a bit beaten up," Luna began.

"What was the cause of death?" Ginny asked curiously.

"That's what is unusual. We did an autopsy, and the result show her heart just... Stopped. It couldn't have been a curse, because no one has discovered one that could do this you." Luna explained. (A/N: Keep in mind we are still in the magic world, even if they are watching videos on TV's. So they did the autopsy magically so they didn't have to cut the body open.)

Ginny thought about this. "Where's the body?"

"In here," Luna said, pointing to a closet door. "Brace yourself, Ginny."

Ginny hesitated, but grasped the door knob firmly, twisted it, and pulled the door out. Ginny gasped. Cho's face was a dark green, from rotting all night. Her jaw was hanging loose, broken and scabby. Cho's right eyeball was hanging by a single thread. The other was rolled back into her head. In places, she had been scratched down to the bone. She was hunched up into a ball, cowering in the corner.

"Oh my God..." Ginny said, putting her hand over her mouth.

"We would have put her into a body bag, but after our men heard he story of what happened to her, the didn't dare touch her," Luna said. "Cho's parents are devastated. But what makes this case even more unusual is... well... Do you remember Angelina Johnson from school?"

"Of course."

"Well, she was here at the time of death. But unfortunately, she was driven into insanity, and all she tells us is something about a tape. We have looked into it and many people have died seven days after watching a tape. Angelina was also able to tell us that Cho owned a copy of this so called tape and she led us to it. Do you want it for investigation?" Luna asked, handing Ginny an unmarked tape.

"Oh please, this will help a lot. Did anything else happen I should know about?" Ginny asked.

"I don't think so, but you might want to go to Cho's funeral tomorrow at noon. Her parents will be there. You could ask them some questions. We could schedule something with Angelina if you like. If I find anything else out, I'll call you," Luna replied.

"Thanks, Luna."

Next Day

Cho's Funeral

Noon

"Mr. And Mrs. Chang? Ginny Weasley, reporter for the Daily Prophet. Do you mind if I have a word with you?" Ginny asked two tearful people.

"Oh, hello Ms. Weasley. Yes, you may," Mrs. Chang replied.

"Now, what can you tell me about Cho. I mean, what you think could have killed her?"

"All we know is, she went to a party, and when she came home, she said something about a tape. A week later, we came home, Cho in the closet, and Angelina whimpering in the corner."

"Interesting. Well, thank you for your time. If you have any questions, here's my card. We'll call you if we find anything."

"Thank you."

Ginny's house

12:30

Ginny arrived at her house, taking in the smell of lunch. Her house was a one story Victorian, with a blue front door. The shutters were blue too, and it had a tire swing out front for her son.

Ginny walked in, greeted with a huge hug from a hyper ten year old. "Hey, Daniel," she said, returning the hug. "You're home early," a voice said.

Ginny looked up. "Hey, Harry. How was your day?"

"Tiring," he said, glancing at his son. "So what's the case this time?"

"Oh, well, you remember Angelina and Cho from school, right?"

"Who could forget?"

"Well, apparently, Cho went to this party, and watched this tape. A week later, she invited Angelina over to her house. Cho died at exactly midnight, and Angelina went insane. Cho was found in a closet, squinching into a ball in the corner. It was not a pretty sight. It was weird, really." Ginny explained..

Harry looked at her thoughtfully. "Who knows. They'll find out eventually. I love you," he said, giving her a quick kiss, before heading back to what ever.

Ginny's Room

8:00 P.M.

Ginny starred at the tape in her hands. It's so odd, she thought. How could some one just die, but yet have so much blood lost and not die from that? She turned the tape over.

"Give it a rest, Gin. You've been starring at the thing for hours now," Harry said, breaking her concentration.

"Sorry, Harry. It's just so odd."

"You'll figure it out later. Just drop it for a while. Spend time with ME."

"Are you asking me for something?" Ginny asked, grinning and setting the tape down.

"Please," Harry pleaded, giving the her puppy eyes.

Ginny laid down and put her head on Harry's chest. "You are amazing."

"I love you," Harry said, and pressed his lips against hers.

"I love you too, Harry," she replied against his mouth.

She rolled over so she was on top of Harry. "Eyes like fresh pickled toad."

Harry grinned, and pulled her shirt over her head. "I remember that one. Malfoy still bugs me about it." (A/N: Malfoy and Harry are friends now.)

Ginny pulled his shirt of. She kissed his neck. "Do you remember what comes after that?" she asked as Harry started unbuttoning her pants.

"Not at the moment, no."

"Well, neither do I."

And the rest of what happed is the business of Harry and Ginny.

Next Day

Interrogation Room

8:30 A.M.

Ginny walked into the interrogation room. It was small, with steal walls and no windows. The only furnishing was a table with two chairs opposite each other. Behind the table sat Angelina Johnson.

"Hello, Angelina," Ginny said, taking a seat.

"Hello, Ginny. How are you?"

"I'm fine, thank you. What about you?"

"Scared, but fine. I'm a bit jumpy since... Well, you know."

"Yes. Well, I know you probably don't want to relive what happened, but I need you to tell me. It will help us find out about Cho," Ginny said, taking out a slip of parchment and a Quick-Quotes quill. (A/N: Not like Rita Skeeter's, a real one.)

"I understand," Angelina began. "It was horrid, what happened. She crawled out of the TV. First the screen was all fuzzy, and then it clicked to a scene with a well. A small girl walked out of it, and got closer and closer to the screen. And then when you think she couldn't come any closer, she crawled out. Then, she chased Cho into the closet, and started to torture her. The sound was awful. All you could here was screams of agony," she finished, shuddering.

"Wow. They told that you had gone insane, but you're pretty sane to have experienced that."

"Thank you, Ginny. It's pretty good to see some one that won't kill your friends."

Ginny got up and hugged Angelina. "Take care, Angie," she said, and walked out of the room.

Ginny's House

1:00 P.M.

Ginny walked through her front door. The smell of coffee filled her lungs. "Harry! I'm home!" (A/N: I had to. HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!) Harry came around the corner.

"Hey, Gin. How did the interrogation go?" Harry greeted.

"Angelina is a lot stronger mentally than I thought. She experienced the death of Cho, and how she explained it, was very, very gruesome. I almost cried thinking about it," Ginny explained.

Harry and Ginny sat and talked for a while, drinking some coffee. Then, Ginny remembered the tape.

"Thanks for the coffee, hun. I gotta go do something. Reporter business," Ginny said, and walked into her room.

Ginny picked up the tape from off of her bedside table. She turned the TV on and slowly pushed the tape into the VCR...

Hahahahahahahahaha! Cliff hanger! I had to. I'm sorry! I'll write another chapter ASAP!

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