Oh, the excitement in those headlines! Everything had been filled with the news and the morning's paper spoke of nothing but the triumph.

Lord Voldemort had been destroyed. Harry had done it, and now lay in a room at St. Mungo's in intensive care. His rib cage was shattered and he had a horrid concussion, but he was still alive. Voldemort wasn't.

---

Sunlight filtered into the kitchen of her little apartment as Cho wandered into the tiny room. Moving around the breakfast bar(where she ate all of her meals), she put on a pot of tea and started to make herself breakfast.

Four years. It'd been four years since the most horrible, and yet, the best year of her life. Every night she begged for someone to send Cedric back to her. Every morning, the apartment was empty except for Miss Chang. Every day went the same redundant way- she went to work and came back to that empty apartment.

Every night she begged for him to come back. And every day she went a little more numb to her surroundings.

Harry had been by to see her the night before he went to kill Voldemort. He informed her that he was going, and told her that if he found a way, he would get Cedric back for her. She had seen the pain in those acid colored eyes, but when she smiled at him, it seemed to lighten.

"Thank you, Harry. Please, though, don't bring him back if it means your own life." He had simply nodded, before he stepped forward and pulled her into those thin arms of his. His face buried into her neck as her hands rested against his shoulders and Cho sighed quietly.

He'd stayed the night at her apartment, and even slept in the same bed, but Harry had never pushed her for more, and she was eternally greatful for that. He was content to just lay next to her with his head against her shoulder, talking to each other quietly until he eventually drifted off.

And he'd been gone by the time she woke up. Cho expected that he had gone in the night, actually, and had defeated Voldemort... and she couldn't even grant that poor young man the pleasure of a woman's body. He had gone to her for comfort, and she may as well have thrown him out. There was no way that he just wanted to... lay there.

---

When she finally got the newpaper, she cried. Again. But this time, it was of happiness. The man who had killed Cedric was dead too.

Oh the intensity. I have no reveiws. Yeah, well, I'm sure they'll be rolling in after the next chapter.