Title: Coming For You

Part: 2: Visions of Sugar Plums Dancing

Author: Jmaria

Rating: PG-13

Disclaimer: Not mine. JK and Joss own all

Spoilers: Set in book six, mainly through Ats 'Hero', though I'll probably go through to S5 "You're Welcome"

Summary:

A/N: Set in Ats 5 and book (nonexistent) 6 So Cho is in her Seventh year (making her 17/ 18 ish in age.. yeah it's one of those, because Doyle can't be much more older than his late twenties)

Part 2: Visions of Sugar Plums Dancing

Doyle collapsed hard on the mattress of the hospital bed. She leaned over him, wiping the sweat from his brow. He blinked, several times. It had hurt so much, making his way across the campus. Finally, she got him into the Castle. Her eyes lingered over his face. His hair wasn't that long. It was spiked up in the front, but the strands of hair were plastered to his forehead.

She smiled back at him. He was very brave. Or very stupid. The jury was still out on it. Madame Pomfrey stared oddly at the Ravenclaw girl. They were usually emotionally detached and logical about everything. Perhaps Mr. Diggory's death had changed her. Poppy Pomfrey knew that it had certainly changed everyone else's lives.

"Miss Chang? If you will excuse me. I need to tend to his wounds. Dear me!" She looked up at the younger woman, her face stricken. "He's stark naked under this robe!"

Cho Chang burst into a series of giggles. For some reason, this struck her as hilarious. The expression on the older woman's face was out and out hysterical. Pomfrey looked at her as if she needed to be committed to an asylum. Cho quickly regained her composure.

"He fell without a stitch on." She explained, as the older mediwitch quickly pulled the bed sheet up to the man's chin.

"Good heavens! From where?"

"I'm - I'm really not sure." The young woman, as she turned her gaze back to the man on the bed. "Where did you come from, again?"

"Death, I think." He muttered, pain coursing through his weary body.

"Your cheek!" Poppy cried, finally getting a chance to see the gash on the younger woman's cheek. But then she caught the significance of the man's words and froze. "That is not possible!" She declared in a hushed voice.

"You're telling me." He muttered.

"Tell me everything, right now!" She demanded. But in hindsight, turned to the Ravenclaw student. "Go fetch Professor Dumbledore, Miss Chang."

Cho turned her eyes to Doyle. He gave her a small nod and a smile.

"Go on, princess."

Cho turned and fled the room. She wondered if her senses would ever return to her, or if he would always wrap her up inside like that. She shook her head and raced up the stone steps to where Professor Dumbledore's office was. Then it hit her - she didn't know the password to get up to him. She stood there, feeling rather useless as she had never felt before. No, she'd felt this useless once before. When Harry had come back with Cedric's body. Cedric had been the first boy she'd ever really loved. Everyone since then, including poor Harry had been little but a way to recover from the loss of Cedric..

Doyle sort of reminded her of the kind of man that Cedric could have been had he not been killed. Tears glittered on her eyelashes as she stared futilely at Professor Dumbledore's locked office.

Suddenly, the wall began sliding down. Cho jumped back, startled. Professor Dumbledore came down the stairs, his hand on the shoulder of Dennis Creevy. The blonde haired young man was sporting a black eye.

"Ah, Miss Chang, is there anything I can do for you?"

"Erm, yes. Madame Pomfrey wishes to see you in the hospital wing."

"Well, as you can see, I am escorting young Mr. Creevy there myself."

Cho followed along, feeling rather confused. Why was Professor Dumbledore escorting the young Gryffindor personally? Hadn't Professor Snape gone to stop Crabbe and Goyle? She was so busy thinking this over, she barely noticed that they had arrived back into the infirmary.

"Headmaster, he won't listen."

"I already told you -"

"Tell him it is not possible to come back from the dead!" Pomfrey screeched.

"Poppy. Perhaps I should speak to young Mister Doyle." Dumbledore said softly.

"Hey, I'm no young pup like those to there." Doyle shouted angrily. He turned his gaze to Cho, and his angry glare softened a bit. "I didn't mean it, princess."

"Poppy, perhaps you should take Miss Chang and Mister Creevy to the far end of the room?"

She gave him an odd look, clearly upset about whatever Doyle had said to her. Cho glanced back at Doyle, but he was focused on Dumbledore.

"Whatever did you get yourself into, Mr. Creevy?"

"Stupid Slytherins." He muttered.

"Who this time?" Pomfrey sighed heavily.

"Crabbe and Goyle." Cho answered, distracting herself from Doyle. "Professor Snape was the one who intervened, I believe."

"So nothing's going to happen to them. They won't even get punished. They probably won't even get desert taken away." Dennis said angrily. "Just 'cause I'm muggle born, and a Gryffindor, Snape'll look the other way for them. Everyone knows that Snape looks out for his students. Just plain bigoted, he is."

"Mr. Creevy, I'll have you know both are being forced to polish in the trophy room with Mr. Filch. Not that my punishments are any business of yours." Snape said coolly, coming up behind them.

"Severus, I'm trying to heal this boy, perhaps you should remove yourself from his presence." Pomfrey's voice was as equally cool, which rather shocked Cho. She was stern when she needed to be, and comforting as well, but she was never like this before.

"What may I do for you, Severus? Another cramp? In your muscles of course?"

"Besides the fact that I need to speak to Miss Chang, I need nothing from you. For myself that is. Miss Bulstrode has been hexed, and I believe you have the cure for it here."

Millicent Bulstrode's face had broken out with large green and purple pustules, leaking a foul smelling liquid. Her face was bright red, but Cho couldn't tell if it was from embarrassment, or pure anger. She was a Slytherin, so either was possible.

From the front of the infirmary, Doyle was looking back at her as he spoke quietly to Dumbledore.

"Well, that's three of them." He looked up at Dumbledore. "Do you believe me now?"

Before Dumbledore could say anything, the doors of the Infirmary burst open again. Dumbledore's eyes widened considerably. He turned back to Doyle.

"I believe I do, young man."

A/N 2: Ok, I did not just give up and abandon the story. First off, I just got the internet back when I got back to school. That and I really didn't know where to take this story. Obviously since I've picked it up, I know where I'm going with it. And I am being deliberately mean and not telling you who the fourth is, or why it is four. I do know who the fourth is (unlike in ATOG, where I didn't know) Hope you like, please R&R if I should continue.