The next thing Harry knew, he was in a meadow. He was alone and it was raining. There seemed to be no happiness anywhere, although there were no dementors to be seen. Although there was nobody else in the meadow, Harry had the feeling that he wasn't alone. Just when he was about to call out, his girlfriend, Cho, appeared. "Hello, Harry." She said, with a smile on her face.
"Hi. Where are we?" Asked Harry. Although Cho had held her hand out, and had obviously wanted Harry to take it, he felt strangely reluctant to do so.
"Take my hand, Harry." Said Cho.
"Cho, where are we? I don't remember coming here." He replied. This all seemed more than a little strange to Harry. He was in a mysterious meadow. He didn't remember going there. Cho wouldn't tell him where they were, and why did everything seem so miserable?
"Never mind where we are. We're together, and that's what matters. Now take my hand, Harry." Said Cho. She still had that smile on her face. It seemed almost wrong to smile here, where all happiness seemed to have been taken away somehow.
"Cho, where the bloody hell is this place, How the hell did I get here and why does everything seem so bloody miserable?" Asked Harry. He was starting to get a little freaked out now. "And also, why won't you tell me anythig?"
"Harry, never mind where we are or how you got here. The whole point is that we're here together." Said Cho. She didn't wait any longer for Harry to take her hand. She walked over and took Harry's hand herself. Harry pulled his hand away.
"I'll hold your hand if you tell me where the hell I am." Said Harry, trying not to let the worry he was feeling creep into his voice.
"Harry, I don't know where we are. I'm not sure how we got here, either. All I know is that we're here together, and that's what really matters." Said Cho, still smiling. Then, Cho leaned down and kissed Harry. They had only kissed once before, and Harry should have been happy to kiss her back, but he wasn't. He felt like it wasn't right, like he really shouldn't kiss her.
"Harry?" Said Cho, looking thoroughly dissapointed. "What's wrong?"
"I don't know. I just, sort of, don't feel right. I feel like something's seriously wrong, but I can't figure out what." Replied Harry.
"Nothing's wrong, Harry. We're together, what could possibly be wrong?" Asked Cho, that same smile returning to her face. She took Harry's hand again. Then, the meadow seemed to simply dissapear from around them. Everything went black for a second, then they were standing in a green meadow, the sun was shining, it was warm, everything felt fine. Harry turned round to face Cho, but she was no longer holding his hand.