Whenever You Call

Chapter 8

A/N: thanks to all the people who reviewed sorry this took so long!

Disclaimer: don't own harry potter . . . blah blah blah

Cho tossed and turned all night. So many thoughts raced through her head like the Hogwarts Express. She tried to fall asleep. Maybe she'd wake up in the morning to find that it was all just a bad dream. But it wasn't. It wasn't. . .

* * * She was at Platform 9 ¾ again. It was so familiar, yet so distant. It was hard to believe that a few days ago, the main worry in her life was what she was going to get Harry for Christmas. The noise was unbearable. Owls hooting. . . mothers calling goodbyes to their children. . . '

Look after yourself, now.'

'Bye! I love you!'

'I'll send anything you've forgotten in the post!'

She shut her eyes as she remembered her own mother's farewell.

"Don't let me down, Cho."

A single tear rolled down her cheek as she sat down inside the train. She felt alone. . . so alone.

* * *

"Cho! How was your Christmas?"

"Huh? Oh. . ." for a moment she was going to open her mouth and pour out all her troubles to Harry. . . tell him how miserable she was, how she was going to become a Death Eater whether she liked it or not, and worst of all, what she had to do to their relationship. Instead, she forced her face to smile, and said as genuinely as she could,

"Fine. How was yours?"

"OK, I guess, but it wasn't the same without you." Harry's brilliant green eyes sparkled at her, making her feel even worse.

"Yeah. . . listen, I'm kind of tired. I'll see you tomorrow, yeah?"

"Oh. . . OK," said Harry, looking a little surprised.

She smiled at him, before heading off to her dormitory. There's something different about her, Harry thought. Something's changed. . .

* * *

Cho breathed a sigh of relief as she reached the quiet sanctuary of her dormitory. What's happened to me? She wondered. She gazed out of the window at the stars like she had done, so long ago. Those times felt so distant. She shut her eyes. Her tears fell freely, burning her skin like acid. I'm breaking...she thought.

* * *

The next few days seemed to last for weeks. People whispered about her in corridors, people fell out with her because of her constant brooding. In fact, only two people seemed to remain faithful to her. Her best friend Marietta, and Harry, which made her feel, if possible even worse. Finally, even Marietta seemed to have had enough, and demanded the truth from Cho one night in an empty classroom.

"What's wrong? And don't say nothing because I know you better than that," said Marietta.

"Nothing! It's just. . . I can't say."

"What can't you say? Why?"

"Because you'll hate me," Cho whispered.

"No I won't. Besides – how will you know if you don't tell me?"

Cho remained silent. She avoided Marietta's piercing gaze.

"Cho! Tell me! I might be able to help."

Cho finally lifted her head and looked at Marietta.

"You can't help me," she whispered.

"Well, TELL me!" exploded Marietta. "Because I'm telling you, people are starting to hate you, Cho, with your constant moodiness and all this doom and gloom talk! You've been like this ever since you got back from Christmas break! What is WRONG with you?"

Her words stung. Cho knew it was true, of course, but to actually hear it from her best friend was far, far worse. She began to cry.

"Oh, here we go again. Turn on the waterworks, why don't you?!"

Marietta's expression suddenly changed.

"Oh, Cho. I'm sorry. I didn't mean it. But you have to tell me. I'm your friend, Cho. Friends tell each other things. Don't they?"

Cho considered it for a while. She remembered what her parents had said. But then again, Marietta was right. Her list of friends was growing thin, and Marietta had been her friend since her first year.



The silence was deafening. Finally, she said,

"My parents are Death Eaters."

She couldn't look Marietta in the eye.

"And they want me to be one too," she sobbed. She tried to stay in control, but before she knew it, everything she had felt in the last couple of months came pouring out. . . all the pain, the confusion, the disbelief and worst of all, what she had to do to Harry.

". . . and I can't do that to him, I can't, it's not fair, I don't want to be a Death Eater, I don't want Hermione Granger to die, I don't want Harry to die, I don't want to die." She broke off, sobbing.

"Oh, Cho."

She hugged her, listening to Cho's piteous weeping.

Just then, someone walked in. Someone with glasses, messy black hair, and sparkling jade eyes.

A/N: Sorry I haven't updated for so long! Sorry! ducks under desk to avoid paper balls being thrown Anyway, another cliffie, mwahaha! I think I'm getting the hang of this! Please send me an email if you want to be my beta, my address if venus_5_91@yahoo.co.uk . Please review! I'll try and update sooner next time!