Disclaimer: I do not own "Harry Potter". It is hereby © to J.K. Rowling. I wrote this story when I was 12 years old in the year 2003. So, "Half-Blood Prince" wasn't out yet either. It didn't exist at this point. Again, errors in spelling and grammar have been intentionally left in to preserve my skills as a young writer. This story is complete. This is a repost.

Chapter Twenty One: A Scream in the Corridor

Something heavy toppled over nearby. There was the sound of breaking glass and wood. There were lots of footsteps. Then a scream. A cold, bloodcurdling, fear-filled scream. A girl's scream.

"What's going on?" Cho wondered, her eyes widening.

"I don't know…should we go look?" Harry replied.

"Yes. I'll get my cloak, and you go get your invisibility cloak." Cho answered.

They apparratated into their dormitories and got their cloaks and put them on and disapparatated and reappeared outside the Fat Lady's portrait. More breaking glass could be heard. Cho and Harry ran down the hall and into a corridor where a girl in a dark cloak was hovering and holding a dark-haired girl hostage. As they got closer, Cho gasped.

"Aki!" She whispered.

"Help! It's her! The angel of darkness!" Akira screamed.

Cho turned towards the girl in the cloak. She recognized her instantly.

"You!" She muttered under her breath.

"Yes. Very good little Sakura…I just thought I'd visit…and bring out the darkness in your heart!" The girl cackled.

She plunged her hand into Akira's chest, and was saying some sort of incantation. Akira was fighting for air, she was choking. Her appearance was distorting between her normal self and Kashya. Then Akira's eyes turned violet and she was wearing her purple cloak. She started fighting the angel of darkness.

"Let. Go. Of. Me!!!" Akira said through gritted teeth.

"No. Kashya! Reveal yourself! Break free from the binds of this girl's heart! Break free! Show yourself!!!"

The angel of darkness pushed her hand even further into Akira's chest.

"Then you leave me no choice…" Akira said.

She pushed the girl, her hand coming out from her chest, then started doing some kicks and punches. The girl took out a sword. Akira flew to the wall next to a suit of armor and wrenched the axe it was carrying out of its hands. She couldn't wield it and ended up tearing up the floor and walls. Cho bravely stepped forward, and took her cloak off, making herself visible.

"Enough of this. It's me you want." She said.

Akira dropped the axe, and the angel of darkness lowered her sword.

"Well, well, well… if it isn't the angel of light herself…Chosai Himé…nice to meet you again…although, our first meeting wasn't on such good terms…but it was fun torturing you while it lasted…of course, that is until…your pesky brother and his friends helped you get away…"

"Yes. And I was informed of your pitiful defeat. You got bitten by a dog and you were tied to a thin tree…how pathetic…"

"Pathetic? Pathetic is how easily I killed your mum and dad. Pathetic is how I could make you cry as you sat there on that cold stone floor, bound up. Pathetic is how I made you bleed whenever I struck you with anything. Pathetic is needing aid from friends to set you free. Pathetic! Pathetic!!! PATHETIC!!!!!!!"

"Your time will end."

"Yes, but not tonight."

Then she vanished into a cloud of smoke. The angel of darkness's words were still ringing in Cho's ears. 'Pathetic! Pathetic!!!' they screeched. She put on her cloak and disapparatated, reappearing in her dormitory. She put her cloak away and put on her nightgown and crawled into bed, trying to sleep. But sleep would not come. She was so angry. All those things her foe had said…they were starting to eat away at her body. She cried out all the bitterness and anger she felt, her heart feeling lighter each time a tear fell from her eyes. She cried herself to sleep that night…it was the worst Sunday she ever had.