Never Nearly Headless

By Draegan

Chapter Two

Blood-stains

Cho scrambled to her feet, her breasts hidden under a thick layer of cold, frosty mud. The ground was slippery, and it was difficult to keep your footing, just like trying to run across an ice rink in your bare feet.

"Harry! Help me!" Cho called fearfully, searching for his hand through the darkness, using only the stars as guides. It was like plunging your hand into a marsh – you didn't know what you'd end up with in murky waters.

"Cho! Come on! Can you see his head?" Harry snapped, irritated. "It's your fucking fault were down here, so you had better bloody help!" He pulled her to her feet.

"I really do think we've come too deep," Cho noted anxiously. "I'm cold."

"God! Stop complaining! Look, take my jumper. I'm wearing a t-shirt under here anyway. Hide those nasty bags, quickly!" Harry took off his jumper and handed it to her, and she quickly climbed into it, pulling it around her like a blanket.

"Thank you! God, my nipples were almost sharp enough to cut glass, literally!" Cho grunted, leaning over to kiss Harry's cheek. Harry accepted it, and slipped his tongue into her mouth as she pressed herself against him.

"That's enough! Now shove off! We got too carried away! We have to find his head!" Harry pointed out, once again annoyed.

"Why? He's dead! It's not as if we can give it back to him!"

"He was dead anyway! He can't exactly die again!"

"How should you know? You aren't a ghost!"

"No, but –" Harry's voice trailed off when a howling sound echoed through the air not far to his left. The bushed ruffled violently, as if dancing in a strong gust.

"Oh fuck!" Cho whimpered, cowering to Harry.

Suddenly, it went completely dark, as if somebody had turned off the stars. Harry glanced around, but it was complete blackness. The air had been painted to suit the night, and Harry could barely see his own hand before his face.

Suddenly, a white image erupted through the darkness towards him, screaming loudly. Harry jumped in fright, and covered Cho's mouth, where a terrified scream was erupting from.

It was Nick's head.

"You dirty slapper!" Nick screamed. He came around to her and began to bite her hair like a lion.

"Get off me you lunatic!"

"Let's see how you like your head being ripped off!" Nick shouted.

Cho screamed and wrestled the dripping head, forcing it away form her with failure. Suddenly, Harry felt an ice cold rush wave through him, and Nick disappeared. Cho was shaken up, and hugged him, sobbing like a baby.

"Harry, I'm scared. What if he comes back? A real fucking nutter, that one is. Oh, Harry, he wants to kill me! What should I do?" Cho sniffed tearfully.

"Consider yourself dead!"

"Harry, you sick bastard. Don't be like that! I'm warning you!"

Harry tried to snap out of it, but Nick was inside of him. That was what the cold rush had been all about. Nick was using him like Harry used his invisibility cloak.

"I mean it, consider yourself dead. Say goodbye, you sexy minx!"

'Harry' whipped out his wand. Then, yanking Cho's head backwards, he hissed "Clefiddium!", and the wand turned immediately into a sword.

Cho screamed in terror, which then blended into pain as 'Harry' slowly began to saw her head off. Blood was sprayed everywhere, blotting his clothes.

When he was done, her headless corpse hit the ground with a shudder. There was another cold wave, and a ball of white fluttered into the darkness once again, leaving Harry alone.

Harry glanced into his hand, and screamed almost loud enough to make his voice crack glass. Cho's head was in his hand, her face twisted with terror and dappled with blood. He began to sob, and kissed her on the lips one last time, before setting it on the ground next to the corpse.

He glanced at his jumper. It was stained with blood…