Never Nearly Headless
By Draegan
Chapter Three
The Ghost of You
Harry was alone, and shaking like a leaf in a strong wind. Cho's headless carcass was still at his feet, and Harry wasn't sure what to do. Eventually, he managed to struggle onwards.
The darkness swallowed him, and before long, Harry whipped out his wand. "Lumos!" he whispered. The trees around him were illuminated with white light, and Harry finally managed to see what was around him. But what he saw was not what he wanted to see at all…
It was Cho. Her body was eerily se-through, and she looked like a statue made from ice. In her hands she held her head, which was glaring up at him angrily. It was her ghost. The Ghost of Cho.
"Fucking hell!" Harry gasped.
"Harry! Harry! Harry! HARRY!" Cho called sadly, tears beading down her ghostly cheeks. "They didn't want me! They didn't want me! They didn't want me!"
She began to drift sinisterly towards him. Harry ran.
"Harry! Come back! Come back Harry! I need you!"
"Fuck off!" Harry screamed in fear.
Cho continued to chase him, Harry ran with his torch-like wand raised before him, and suddenly felt an insanely icy feeling surging through him, even icier than before.
Moaning and groaning, Harry slumped feebly to the ground, and Cho appeared before him, sniggering.
"I knew that would work," she hissed angrily.
"Fuck you!" Harry screamed.
"You killed me, Potter," Cho said calmly.
"It wasn't me! It was Nick! He took over me and made me do it!" Harry snapped. Cho grinned evilly like a nasty Imp searching for something naughty to perform.
"Oh! I never knew we could do that!" Cho teased with a smirk. Harry feared what came next, and tried to run, but his legs had turned to jelly, literally. Cho must have cast a spell upon him. Could ghosts do that? "Let me try it on you!"
"NO, CHO! NO! PLEASE DON'T!" Harry yelled in terror. But it was too late. He had felt that horrible icy feeling pulse through his veins like frozen blood, and before long, he was fighting back his wand, which was pointing at him. His hands were clasped around him, but Harry was stringer than Cho, and tried to fight it off.
She was trying to help him kill himself, which was technically murder.
Harry was fatigued, and before long, the wand slipped through his gasp and into his stomach, blood and flesh spurting everywhere. He screamed in pain, and moaned when it once again pierced deeply into his shoulders.
He was in major pain, a puddle of flesh and blood forming around him, but he had to fight back. He was weak, but not weak enough, and managed to finally punch Cho from his injured body. She emerged, laughing maliciously and malevolently.
"Good-bye, Harry Potter," she giggled through the monstrous darkness…