T-person: Thank you for mentioning his attitude in OOTP. I meet so many people that think that Harry Potter is infallible, and can do no wrong, and that anyone who doesn't agree with him is evil. I like Harry, I do, but he's not perfect, and not always right. Yea, I'd probably boycott too for all the good it would do.

Froggie2: Well yea, Harry was a bit of a jerk, but don't worry, I had to put that part in, for a reason. But god I hope to get those two together soon. Yea, she just gets hammered from all sides. How much can one girl take? Oh, well it's like the saying goes, no good deed goes unpunished. But even though she's emotionally weak now, maybe she can find the courage to rise above the torment, and heartbreak that is her situation. We're all pulling for her.

imakeeper: Thank. It's good to know that I can writ the bad guy, err… bad girl as well as the good. I hope that I can keep your interest, and that you get lost in the story. By the way, one thing that you commented on was how well I write the Asian perspective. Are you ethnically Asian? Just curious.

Chang Kuei: Thanks for all the encouragement, can't wait for your Harry/Cho fic. Don't forget to leave a small review:)

Well here is Chapter err… 46! Holy Crap! Oh well, um… here it is, and well. A Ministry helicopter arrived with censored mail for everyone and the prefects are in the now library/mail room sorting it out, and of coarse Marietta and Pansy are being themselves, and Harry is in trouble with the members of my house. "Ravenclaw Pride Baby!" Anyway we all get upset when he messes with out precious Cho, so a few of the Ravenclaws have words with Mr. Potter. Hee, hee, hee.

Anyway I think that I've lost a few readers because I haven't gotten them to gather, but I'm trying to I promise you all. Please hang in there, and I hope that you enjoy.:)

Chapter 46: Mail for Cho's Eyes Only

Harry's POV:

Harry looked across to the Ravenclaw table at Cho Chang; she like him had not taken a bite of her lunch. She simply stood there looking at it with the permanent sad look upon her face as friends tried to comfort her. He was having mixed emotions about what had happened earlier in the day. To an extent he felt guilty about shouting at her on her birthday. He didn't even know that it was her birthday, until she had told him this morning. He didn't even have a present for her. But on the other hand why should he give her a present. She was at the rally that day, and didn't give him a good excuse. She had never given him a good excuse about anything that had gone on since she had returned to school. Her behavior had been so bizarre, and he needed to know why. What was that dark book that she was using to cast nasty spells on the jinxing torso? Why did she lie about bewitching the room when he found her earring in it, and how did she get an invisibility cloak? It had to be her that night with the cloak. She would have had to pass him and Ron to go back to the North Tower, and she didn't. There was no other way there, and she wasn't still in the potions classroom. And was she really a spy, just pretending to be his friend? If so, he could not let his guard down. Cho Chang could not be trusted until she proved herself. But regardless, Hermione was right. Harry should have not been so hateful to her on her birthday. He had had plenty of experience with people doing that on his birthday, and he never liked it.

I'll just go over and apologize to Cho, and wish her a happy birthday again. Maybe even ask her if the invitation is still on. I can confront her about everything else later. Harry thought. He got up out of his seat and walked towards the Ravenclaw table.

Cho's POV:

"Will you just eat already; your Haggis is getting cold. You can't let him get to you like that Cho. Harry Potter is not worth it. If he doesn't believe you, or want to at least give you a chance to hear you explain, then just forget about him. Look there are plenty of other guys who would love to go with you, it's not like you don't have other options available to you. He's a mental freak, you heard about him attacking that boy on the train, and then his attitude at the Quidditch Match, he'd probably hit you." Beverly said annoyed. Cho shot up out of her chair with an angry look upon her face.

"He's not a freak!" Cho blurted out. "He's not. I just… I can't tell him what he needs to hear right now. How can I expect him to understand?" Cho finished quietly as her friends jumped at the sudden outburst. She sat back down, and remained quite. Nancy Cromwell looked at her anxiously for a couple of minutes, and then spoke.

"Um, Cho… I've been meaning to ask… what was Potter talking about? I mean what bewitched room, and why did he think that you had an invisibility cloak?" Nancy asked. Cho was expecting her friends to ask this question sooner or later, but was hoping that it was later, so that she could come up with some believable excuse. Her friends knew that she had been sneaking out of her dorm at night for some reason, but they had no idea what and never bothered to ask since Cho had abruptly stopped before anyone got too curious. Cho didn't raise her eyes to meet Nancy as she answered.

"I… I needed to do some work for potions class, and needed to use the jinxing torso. You know how far behind I am." Cho said quietly.

"Is that what you were doing all those nights when you flew out the window on your broom Cho? Why didn't you just ask Professor Pinefield to use the torso after class? I mean we didn't use it that much last year, or this year either for that matter. You could have probably finished it in like a day or two." Erica put in.

"Um, it just took me longer… you know how stupid I am." Cho said without looking up from her untouched dinner.

"Cho will you cut that out already, you're… What the fuck are you doing here! Haven't you upset her enough arsehole?" Nancy started off with a kind tone that suddenly changed to one of vile anger, as she was distracted by someone behind Cho. Cho looked back to see who it was and a messy haired, boy in glasses stood before her with an unsure look on his face.

"Harry?" Cho said weakly. Harry lowered his head, and started to speak, but before he could open his mouth was cut off by Beverly Jones.

"Get the hell out of here Potter! No one needs you messing with Cho again. If you start up on her, I'll come across this table and beat you with in an inch of your life!" Beverly said looking at Harry with barley repressed rage.

"And I'll be joining her in that if you ever mess with my friend again the way I heard that you did today Potter. Why don't you just leave her alone, or did you come over here to insure that you ruined her birthday?" Erica said in a hostile tone.

"Please everyone, its okay…" Cho started, but was cut off.

"No, it's not okay Cho. Not this time. You've had to deal with Potter giving you a lot of shit these past two years, and we've had enough. I don't care if he is "The Boy Who Lived" anymore. He doesn't have any right to treat you like that, and were not going to let him anymore." Nancy said. Cho looked back at Harry, with a nervous look on her face.

"Wh… what do you want Harry?" Cho asked afraid of being yelled at again.

Harry's POV:

As Harry approached the table a couple of the Ravenclaw girls looked up at him. One of them was the blond girl that Cho had been with earlier in the day. None of them had friendly looks on their faces. After taking a barrage of yelling from them Harry stood silently. He hadn't expected such hostility from the people at Cho's house. He was still "The Boy Who Lived", but of coarse Cho had friends of her own too, and… he guessed that he deserved it. "Wh… what do you want Harry?" Cho asked softly, and Harry thought that he saw fear in her eyes. Something hit him emotionally, and he bit his lip to keep from letting out a tear.

"Um, Cho. It's like this… well… I just wanted to say that I'm sorry, and…"

"And you should be Potter! What you think that you're all that, and that you can treat people however you want, well…" Erica began, but was cut off.

"Erica, please. Thank you, but… I… I need to talk to Harry alone right now. Thank you all for defending me…" Cho pleaded.

"Don't go with him Cho; he'll just hurt you again." Beverly warned. Cho looked back at her.

"I'll be okay Beverly… thank you anyway." Cho said softly. Jeremy Stretton was in earshot of all of this and got up and walked over to Harry. He was apparently still upset by Harry's behavior on the pitch from the Huffelpuff game, or maybe just a good friend of Cho's. He leaned into Harry's ear.

"I don't know what's going on Potter, but Cho has helped out a lot of people at this table, and she has a lot of friends. If I find out that you've been mistreating her, than you won't have to worry about any girls coming after you. I'll come and get you. And you don't want to get me really mad at you. You treat our Cho with respect, understand." Stretton said in a quite, but authoritive tone. Harry nodded.

"I'm not here to fight with her Stretton; I've come to talk to her in private, but not to upset anyone." Harry said. Stretton nodded, and walked over and sat down by Nancy Cromwell. After a kiss, they started Chatting, not taking their eyes off Harry, In fact because of Cho's friends yelling Harry noticed that there were several eyes on him. It was a very uncomfortable feeling, as he was sure that his fame was not the reason that people were looking at him.

"Err… Cho can I talk with you in private please?" Harry asked Cho. Cho looked around worried, and then looked into Harry's eyes.

"Are… are you going to yell at me again?" Cho asked weakly. Harry lowered his head in shame.

"No Cho… I'm not going to do that. I promise." Harry said softly. Cho nodded, and Harry led her out of the Great Hall as most of the students looked on. When they were alone in the corridor outside Harry looked at Cho. She had a hurt look in her eyes. God don't you ever smile anymore? Harry thought.

"Cho… I'm sorry about earlier today. It was wrong of me to confront you about everything on your birthday, and I need to give you a chance to explain. I feel bad about how I treated you today. I want you to have a happy birthday. I still think that you owe me an explanation, a very detailed one about everything. But I guess that's what you were trying to do earlier today, and I didn't give you the chance. I'm sorry." Harry said softly. Cho lowered her head, and buried it into Harry's chest, and putting her arms around his waist.

"I'm sorry too Harry… I'm so sorry for everything. I know it's upsetting you, the way that things look, but… I promise you I'd never do anything against you." Cho looked up at Harry, her eyes full of her never ending tears. "You believe me don't you Harry?" Cho asked. Harry wasn't sure how to answer, because he really didn't know if he did. He gave her a pat on the back.

"Well… I want to believe you Cho… I want to believe you." Harry said genuinely. "Look, um… I've got to get back and finish lunch. Am I still invited to your party?" Harry asked. Cho put her head on his chest again, and squeezed him tightly.

"Oh, yes Harry… always, always. It's tonight at eight, they usually run all night. I'll see you there." Harry lightly hugged Cho back. And they both returned to their respective tables.

Cho's POV:

Cho had tears streaming down her cheeks when she sat down again with her friends.

"I knew it!" Nancy shouted. "He hurt you again, Potter is dead meat." she continued as she started to get up from her seat along with the rest of Cho's friends. Cho quickly grabbed Nancy's arm.

"Oh, no Nancy! Harry apologized for today. Um, it's just… something else, but Harry was very nice to me just now. Everyone looked at Cho deciding weather or not to believe that he really was, or if she was just protecting him for some reason. Eventually they decided to believe her and sat back down. Luna came back from the lavatory, and asked what she missed. She was happy to hear that Harry had apologized to Cho, and promised her that it was a good sign. After lunch everyone started heading to the library, and lining up in the queue, by the door to receive their mail. Cho was so anxious about getting bad news that she was almost shaking. But she couldn't wait to get her mail. Four weeks without any word from her family was driving her crazy.

Marietta's POV:

The library was stacked with tables full of packages and letters, and busy prefects, sorting out mail into hundreds of small boxes that had been magically added to help sort out individual mail. The door to the library had been split in half, so that the lower half could be shut independently of the top half. Now the bottom half was closed and someone had fitted a counter top to it in order to place a quill and ink bottle on.

"Marietta was tired, and not enjoying the responsibilities that being Head Girl brought with it. She had been up all last night sorting out opened mail that had been sent from the ministry, having to work with half-bloods, and Muggleborn prefects, but equally mudbloods to her. But worse, having to work with one particular mudblood that she held a special hatred for. Hermione Granger. Last year when Cho had dragged Marietta to the DA classes, Hermione Granger had acted as the club secretary, having each student sign a parchment, swearing to keep the DA classes a secrete. Cho had feelings for Harry which made Marietta sick. After all didn't the society teach me at the level three and four meetings that it was Harry Potter that had caused the defeat of you know who. You-Know-Who who would have gotten rid of the mudbloods once and for all. Marietta had no interest in the highly illegal DA classes, but went reluctantly as a favor to Cho. She didn't tell anyone at first because she didn't want to get Cho and the other purebloods that attended in trouble. However as she thought about it, she couldn't help but realize the opportunity that she was given. Harry Potter, as impure as he was, was eventually to be one of the society's biggest obstacles to restoring pureblood domination of the world. He was of cores too powerful to be defeated by brute force magic, however… if Marietta could have Harry expelled from Hogwarts, than he would be lost in relative obscurity. After all… most of the students were already afraid of him. It was more likely that more people would be glad to see him go, even his own kind. She would be doing everyone a favor by turning him in to Professor Umbridge. She could take out Potter single-handedly, so to speak, and the society would be grateful. What was the expulsion of a few purebloods with him if it brought her greater rewards in the long run? But… my plan didn't go accordingly… that Mudblood bitch over there jinxed the parchment to write sneak in painful pimples over my face, and I spent most of my summer in hospital, going through painful anti-jinx sessions to remove it. And now look at her over there, so smug. And I have to work with you, and pretend that nothing has happened between us. But I'll have my revenge soon enough… Granger and rest assured, at the right time, I'll have something special planed for you. Marietta thought as she looked at her nemesis. Allen Miller taped Marietta on the shoulder. He looked depressed, and tired, and Marietta couldn't help but feel some compassion for him. After all Padma and he were both purebloods.

"Marietta, go over and take the door for a while, if you want to change positions, you can switch in twenty minutes." He said wearily. Marietta nodded. She patted Miller on the back. Its okay Miller, I'm sure that Padma is going to be found safe and sound. Um… forgive me for asking, but didn't I hear that Potter threatened you two though?" Marietta asked. Miller nodded.

"Yea, but I don't think… no he couldn't have been serious." Miller finished.

"Of course your right… they'll find her perfectly okay, I'm sure." Marietta said. Marietta walked over to the door, and grabbed a clipboard with a piece of parchment attached. On the other side of the door was a small boy with blond hair. Marietta looked down at him.

"Name?" Marietta asked.

"Dennis Creevey." The boy replied. Marietta looked back to the closest prefect. It was her good friend Pansy Parkinson.

"Dennis Creevey." Marietta repeated. Pansy looked around the small boxes for one with the name Dennis Creevey on it. She finally came across it and took a small stack of mail back to where Marietta stood at the door. When Marietta saw that Pansy had found it, she handed the clipboard, and quill to Dennis Creevey. Sign here, and check the box indicating the you received your mail." Marietta said emotionlessly. Dennis did as instructed and handed them back to Marietta, who then gave him his stack of letters. He then left to go and read them. Marietta looked at the next person in line.

"Next." She said. A Huffelpuff girl walked up. "Name?" Marietta asked.

"Rosa Garza." Said the Hufflepuff girl. Marietta turned to face Pansy, but found Hermione Granger in front of her instead. The two looked at each other in silence for a long moment, with very unfriendly looks. "Rosa Garza" Marietta finally said, in an unfriendly tone. Hermione went to check the boxes, and eventually returned with some mail.

"Rosa Garza." Hermione said casually. Marietta handed Garza the clipboard.

"Sign your name here, and check here to indicate that you got your mail." Marietta said, pointing at the spots for her to sign and check. After Marietta handed Miss Garza her mail, she started looking through the letters. She looked up at Marietta with surprise.

"Hey, these have all been opened!" she exclaimed, annoyed. Marietta rolled her eyes.

"Ya! Everyone's mail has been opened, what makes you so special?" Marietta asked rhetorically.

"Well, I just…" Garza began, but Marietta cut her off.

"Just accept it and move on… Next!" Marietta shouted. Garza moved on, and the next person came up to the counter. "Name?" Marietta asked. This process went on for the next fifteen minutes, until Pansy came over to her and whispered in her ear.

"Hey, Marietta you have to come see this, you're going to love it!" Pansy said giggling softy to her. Marietta had a prefect take over at the door for her. She then went with Pansy over to a table in the corner of the library where no one could see them. Pansy picked up some letters on the table, and handed it to Marietta.

"It's Cho Changs mail. I was going though it some last night, and again just now in hopes of finding something to embarrass her with. Most of them were boring things about her cousins in the muggle world, a few from friends in other schools, and family, a package, with a dress, a shirt, and something called a laptop computer for her birthday, all useless, except for these from her father, and cousins. These should have been delivered two weeks ago and even her father should have come up and told her, but… they weren't, and he didn't, so… we can." Pansy said with a devious smile on her face. Marietta read through the letter from Cho's father that was meant for Cho's eyes only. It was the most personal letter that Marietta had ever read, and it brought a tear to her eye. She looked at Pansy.

"How many of the letters mention this?" Marietta asked.

"This one and a couple by her cousins. None of her friends seems to be aware, and there's no other mention of it anywhere else, except by a letter from a Dr. Gardiah. Its here, not written on parchment. Marietta let me be at the door when you give them to Cho. I just wish that I could see the look on her face when she reads them, but I know that she'll want to do that in private." Pansy said. Marietta thought for a long moment, as if struggling with a moral decision, and then finally made a decision.

"Pansy put any letters referencing it in your purse. I think that you will be able to see the look on Cho's face after all… when we present them to her tonight… at her birthday party." Marietta smiled. Pansy smiled a deep evil smile. And put the letters into her purse. Then she reached over to another set of letters on the table.

"I also found these. They belong to one Miss Hermione Granger. I only got to see the return address. It's from a Dr. Granger… her father." Pansy said mischievously.

"What have you got from my father." Someone said from behind the two girls. They both jumped, and turned to face where it came from. Hermione Granger stood boldly with her arms folded, and a not too happy look on her face.

"Um, Granger… how long have you been there?" Pansy asked nervously.

"I just got here, but that's long enough to hear that you have mail that belongs to me, now let's have it." Hermione said in a serious tone. Marietta grabbed the stack of mail, and looked at the return address again. She handed it to Hermione.

"So tell me Granger… your father being a Doctor, and a muggle… what do you think about that. Isn't it true that Muggle Doctors cut there patients with knives, and pull their organs out?" Marietta asked making fun. Hermione was not amused.

"Well not that it's any of your business Marietta, but my mum and dad are both Doctors of Dentistry, not surgeons. But in cutting people, surgeons save lives everyday; it's not a profession to be ashamed of, but one to be proud of."

"Really Granger and what's a dentist?" Marietta asked genuinely.

"It's a Doctor who repairs someone's teeth. Don't you know anything?" Hermione said putting her letters in her pocket. Marietta tossed her hair.

"Hummm… well I guess that the occupations held by your kind aren't really worth knowing about are they?" she said.

"Then you two get back to work, and don't read any more of my mail, or I'll make you sign a parchment saying that you promise not too, or you'll be jinxed. And… that would put you back into St. Mungoes again. And my jinxes have gotten a lot better since last year Marietta." Hermione said coldly. The statement sent a cold chill down Marietta's spine, remembering the hell that she went through last year, but she gave Hermione a hateful look.

"You think your so smart mudblood, but you're not even in Ravenclaw… so don't start shit with me. I can hurt you worse than a simple jinx… mudblood." Marietta finished. She motioned back to Pansy. "Come on she isn't worth our time." Marietta said. She and Pansy pushed past Hermione, who gave her an angry look and went back to work, waiting for the events of later that night.

Fifteen Minutes Later:

Marietta was working the door again, and had just finished handing a stack of letters to Susan Bones. "Next." she called out. Cho Chang stepped in front of the door, and the two girls gave each other a long cold look that seemed to last forever. Both radiated energy of pure hatred at each other without speaking a word. Finally without looking back Marietta called Cho's name to the nearest prefect. A prefect handed the stack of mail to Marietta, who sat it on the counter. She brushed her fingers across the opened letters.

"Ohhh look Cho, looks like someone has gone through your private things. I know how that must feel for you. I mean, it's been done to all of us. But I've always felt that you've kept hiding things from us. So tell me what's in the package, and the letters?" Marietta asked.

"None of your business. Give me my mail." Cho said softly. Marietta smiled, and looked at the wrapping on the package, that said Happy Birthday Cho.

"None of my business? As I seem to recall, it's your birthday coming up Chang. Well… Happy Birthday. I do believe that I'll be saying that to you again before the days out." Marietta said coldly. She handed Cho the clipboard with the parchment on it. There was not much room left on it by now, but Marietta pointed to one of a few spaces left at the bottom. Sign here, and check here to indicate that you've received all your mail. Cho did so, and Marietta handed her a stack of mail, and her package. She smiled at Cho one last time.

"So, Cho seventeen today, finally a woman. Now that you've grown up physically, I wonder if you're ever going to grow up mentally. Danielle said that she saw you today sobbing like a turned on faucet. Over that Potter boy I think. Let me give you a word of advice, stop thinking and caring about those who are not of pureblood. It's probably hanging around them that have made you so pathetic. It's like I've always told you Cho, having too many friends, and the wrong kind of friends, can make you weak. You should only be around your own kind." Marietta finished. Cho gathered up her things, and looked at Marietta one more time.

"Well Marietta, if I'm to hang out with my own kind as you put it… than I guess that I'd better leave here, because you and I are nothing alike." Cho said without visible emotion. Marietta giggled as Cho walked away.

"Oh were very much alike Cho, why do you think that we were best friends for so very long." Marietta called after Cho. Cho walked off without looking back, trying her best to ignore Marietta. She would do her best to focus on the party, and having a good time after all, Harry would be there…how bad could it be?