The Secret Diary of Cho Chang Aged 15 and 3/4

I knew I should have just left when I first saw him. I don't know why I waited around, I mean, I wasn't even looking at him half the time, and I don't know how long he was staring at me for.

I wanted to speak to him, that's why I didn't leave. Who was I trying to kid? Myself?

I got up to leave, what was I going to say to him? I was still angry and hurt that he hadn't owled me over the summer, or even since we've been back at school.

I stared back at him, there were a thousand different conflicting emotions going on in my head. What could I say to him? I didn't blame Harry for what happened to Cedric. I knew he must have suffered as much as me, but, for me to move on with my life, I had to know what had happened. For my own sanity as much as anything. I walked down onto the Quidditch Pitch and called him. He hovered for a few seconds and then made his way down. I could see the fear in his eyes, they probably mirrored my own. He stood in front of me. He'd grown a bit in the summer.

"You're up early, aren't you?"

He shrugged and looked down at his broom. "Yeah, well, I've not been sleeping too well lately. Flying helps me clear my head. I..er...thankyouverymuchformyowl"

I couldn't understand what he had said, "What?"

He had to take a deep breath before he replied. He was nervous, but then again, so was I.

"Thank you very much for my owl." He looked directly at me.

I stared right back, "Why didn't you reply?"

He shrugged again. "My Aunt and Uncle don't approve of magic."

"What! Harry, I wasn't asking you for a new bloody wand. A simple note would have sufficed. Why do you think I owled you? I want answers. I NEED answers. You're honestly telling me that your Aunt wouldn't let you write a short letter? What about when you were at the Weasley house? Everyone knows you go there in the summer. You just couldn't be bothered to owl me could you?"

He tried to speak, but it was as if something has sparked off in my head, and I just couldn't help it. I cut him off before I could carry on.

"I've been going out of my mind this summer. I can't eat. I can't sleep. All I wanted was one poxy owl, but NO, the famous Harry Potter had other things to do. Thanks for nothing Harry."

I started crying then. Harry looked crestfallen and I just... well... I was devastated. I hadn't meant to shout at him. I just wanted answers, and I shouted at him and wouldn't let him answer me. I couldn't look at him. I was disgusted with myself. I shot up in the air and just circled the pitch. I could barely see where I was going; the tears were just streaming from my face.

Why was I so horrible? Why was I such a bitch? I had the perfect opportunity to maybe close a chapter in my life and I blew it.

I came down from the air and just sat on the stands again. I was there for hours. I didn't care that I had no cloak. I didn't care that it was freezing cold. Who was I to have a go at him? I never let him get a word in edgeways. I just stood there and screamed at him.

I've probably made him feel a hundred times worse. Why can't I get anything right?

I knew immediately after my encounter with Harry that I had to see him to try and put things right, but, if I were him, would I listen? I had no right to speak to him like that. I'm just an evil, hateful witch. I know - I would send him an owl - Andromeda hadn't had an errand to do since being back here. I knew whatever I wrote though, it wouldn't be enough. Should I try and find the Gryffindor common room? Maybe I could ask George to ask Harry to come and meet me? No, I wasn't going to get anyone else to do my dirty work.

I needed to apologise. I needed to let Harry tell me what happened. I needed him to forgive me. I'm not usually as horrible and mean as that.

I set off toward the Ravenclaw Tower; I wanted to scrub myself clean, as if that would help me feel better about myself. But I knew I could be in there a week, and I would still feel as disgusted with myself.

I got to the Tower and no one was around, and I looked at the clock. It was 1:00. I had missed my detention with Snape. There was a note on my bed.

Miss Chang

You appear to have forgotten about our arrangement today. I suggest that as soon as you read this letter, you come down to the Slytherin Dungeons, and do not delay.

40 points have been deducted from Ravenclaw for your disregard of school rules. I suggest that you come immediately if you do not want me to take another 40 points from Ravenclaw.

Professor Snape

Oh shit. 40 points!!