Harry Potter and the Fury of the Elements

"Love is the highest achievement to which any human may aspire. It is an emotion that encompasses the full depth of heart, mind, and soul." Zensunni Wisdom, from Dune: House Harkonnen

Chapter 4: Kindling Flames

Harry and Cho looked at Stormfury incredulously as he entered the classroom. "This chamber has been altered with powerful magic. The moment you entered it, an image of the Forbidden Forest was projected into your mind. Nothing was real, only you and the blades you carried. A simulation, really, that can be programmed and shut off with a word."

Cho stared at the Shadow Hunter like he had sprouted an extra head. "This was all just a test?!"

"Yes, it was. And you passed it. Don't worry, you weren't in any real danger. The simulation is good, but illusion can't break the laws of nature. If you had been bitten by the illusionary Aragog, you would have fallen unconscious, but woken up unharmed."

Harry paused to catch his breath before exclaiming, "You could have warned us. Damn spider scared us half to death!"

Stormfury smiled. "Would you have fought as well, knowing that is was only a trick?" he asked, a look of surprise on his face. "Regardless, that was a good use of tactics-for a reduced difficultly level. In real life, Aragog would be smarter, and brought some of his children along for the party."

Harry wiped sweat off his brow. "What's next, Professor?"

"For now, you can head to your dormitories and rest. Tomorrow though, your training speeds up. You'll learn a variety of duelling spells, the use of weapons, physical training, and, if you're skilled enough, some wandless magic."

"Really?" Cho asked, her face alight with excitement.

"Really. You can head up to your dormitories now. Tomorrow, be prepared to train like never before."

Harry and Cho exited the classroom, still reeling from the simulator. "Are you alright, Harry?" Cho asked, her beautiful eyes reflecting concern.

Harry shook his head. "Cho, while we were fighting Aragog in there, I felt something inside me."

"What was it?" Cho asked, voice filled with worry.

"It was a power, really strange. It seemed to react to Aragog when we were attacked, even if he was just an illusion."

"Amazing," Cho said, staring at Harry intently. "I think I felt it too."

"What?"

"Well, not exactly like what you felt. It was calm and gentle. A peaceful presence, really, that made me feel safe. Of course, you we're there too," Cho replied.

Harry blushed at the comment. "Well, err, thanks. You weren't bad back there, with the sword. Where did you-?"

"I'm glad to see you've arrived, Harry," Professor Dumbledore interrupted, appearing from the other end of the hall and motioning towards Harry. "If you'll excuse us, Ms. Chang, Harry and I have some private matters to discuss."

Cho nodded, turning to leave. "Of course, Professor. I'll see you around, then, Harry."

As Harry watched her retreating form, Dumbledore turned to him. "So, Harry, how was training?"

"Interesting. Professor, when I was fighting back there, I felt the strangest feeling."

Dumbledore's face became grim as Harry described the power he had felt fighting against the illusionary Aragog. When he had finished, Dumbledore stood there for a moment as if trying to understand what he had just heard.

"The energies of Gryffindor. Harry, what you felt was a remnant of Godric Gryffindor's powers. He was an incredibly powerful and skilled wizard, and it seems that some of his abilities have been transferred to his descendants over the centuries. If what you have described is accurate, then it seems to have awakened."

"Is it a danger, Professor? I mean, well, Gryffindor was pretty strong, right? Can I control it?"

"That is one of the reasons that Daelin is here. The energies of Gryffindor, in order to be used, require much concentration and willpower, like Elementalism. Hopefully, he can teach you to channel these energies into a useful and controlled form."

"I don't think I can do it, Professor. Kill Voldemort? He's too powerful, and if I kill him, what makes me different from him?"

"Power is a relative thing, Harry. You have stopped him before because the power was within you. As to your second point, do you want to kill him?"

"No. But, I have to. For me, Sirius, and everyone else."

Dumbledore smiled. "That is what makes you different from him, Harry. Voldemort kills for all of the wrong reasons: power, greed, pleasure. You have not killed yet, but, should you strike the final blow against Voldemort, you will do it for friendship, and justice, and honour. All very Gryffindor traits," Dumbledore replied, a commanding tone in his voice.

"Speaking of Sirius, Harry, I have good news for you. The Ministry of Magic has begun a judicial review, investigating a breach of justice regarding his case. It will be quite extensive, as the Wizengamot and senior Ministry officials will be involved."

"What use is it? A review won't bring him back," Harry muttered angrily, "and besides, Fudge will probably stall the procedures and bribe the officials. Nothing will be accomplished!"

"Perhaps. However, Fudge has lost much of his influence and respect in the Ministry, now that Voldemort has openly shown himself. Many workers at the Ministry, and the general public, are showing signs of discontent about his leadership. The important thing is, if the review succeeds, Sirius will be pardoned."

Harry's jaw dropped. "Pardoned! What good will that do!" he shouted, cursing the Ministry's incompetence.

"Well, Harry," Dumbledore said, ignoring his outburst, "if he is pardoned, posthumously, of course, then his estate will be released by the Ministry, and the charges will be cleared. As I know, Sirius left much of his estate to you, Harry, his heir apparent."

Harry stood there in shock for a moment. When he spoke, his voice was full of emotion as he choked the words out. "Will you need me to testify?"

Dumbledore shook his head. "No, Harry, you should continue with your training. Don't worry, his name will be cleared."

"Thank you." All thoughts of discussing his dream pushed aside, Harry retired to Gryffindor Tower, to rest for the intense training to come.

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A routine was established, one that Harry and Cho would follow for the next few weeks. Rising at five, they would change into training gear, and then Stormfury would lead them into a tough training regime. Firstly, a two and a half kilometre run around the Hogwarts grounds, which was followed by a session of deep mediation by the lake.

When Harry asked him about this, Stormfury responded, "In order to fight the Darkness, one must have discipline, as well as strength and skill. The run clears your mind and improves your endurance. Mediating allows you to obtain mental discipline, so as to clearly see your goals and focus your energies." Harry felt stupid at first, but as he began to mediate, he immediately saw the benefits coming through.

After the mediation session, the two Champions would have a light breakfast, and move on to weapons training. There, Stormfury would instruct them in the use and tactics of a multitude of close combat weapons, such as European broadswords, Arabian scimitars, Japanese katanas, various spears, pikes, halberds, battle-axes, daggers, and quarterstaffs. Harry and Cho also were taught how to use ranged weapons, including longbows, crossbows, and javelins.

Stormfury taught the two Champions in swordplay, how to block and parry enemy blows, how to turn their weapon against them, techniques for attack and defence, and how to defeat multiple opponents. The Shadow Hunter was well versed in weapons lore and often challenged them to impromptu duels.

"When fighting in a real combat situation against real opponents," Stormfury told them, "the enemy will not respect the traditions and etiquette of duelling. Therefore, neither should you. Use whatever means available to incapacitate your opponent, spells, weapons, objects lying around, your hands, feet, anything you can. Secondly, always watch your opponent's wand, not the hand holding it. The wand can be used in either hand and can be deadlier than the hand."

Lunch would follow, after which the Champions would then take part in spell training. This consisted mainly of duelling as Stormfury taught them many new and powerful curses, hexes and jinxes, like the Scythios Curse, which sent a sharp blade flying against an opponent, inflicting deep cuts, and the Fumbus Jinx, which turned all of an opponent's fingers into thumbs for a short period of time. Often times, Harry and Cho were called upon to test their skills in the Simulation Room, against illusionary opponents, mainly Death Eaters. On average, Harry would be involved in six duels a day, with spells or weapons, assuming he wasn't too badly injured.

Finally, when Harry and Cho were almost totally exhausted, they would begin the hardest part of the day. With aching limbs, tired eyes, and sore hands, they would study Elementalism on a theoretical level. The young spellcasters learned how to tap mana and how to use this mana to cast spells. The process required an incredible amount of patience and concentration, something that after several hours of intense training, Harry didn't always have.

Besides their massive training, Harry learned two important things. Firstly, Stormfury was not Umbridge. He was a real Defence Against the Darks Arts teacher with actual experience fighting Death Eaters and Dark creatures. He listened to their ideas and was always willing to help out.

Secondly, Harry and Cho became much closer, although they were still not going out. While they sat in the library, studying what they had learned, or in the Great Hall, where Cho practiced for her upcoming Apparation test, they talked with each other, mainly about Quidditch and what they would do when they graduated, Harry an Auror, Cho a Healer or a Seeker for a professional Quidditch team. As time went on, Harry and Cho got to know more about each other than when they were dating.

Unfortunately, three problems existed. After the first day, Harry barely saw Dumbledore anymore, and he couldn't ask him about how the war was progressing. Members of the Hogwarts staff, or the hidden entrance denied Harry access to his office every time he went to see him. Also, Harry and Cho had little contact with the outside world, as the Order had blocked all communications from their friends. Although the two Champions could send letters, they had to be checked over in order to edit out any sensitive information. Even the Daily Prophet, although the mouthpiece of the Ministry of Magic, wasn't getting through. Finally, there was the problem of Harry's feelings for Cho.

He still cared for her. When they were down in the library, and Cho was talking about how she and Michael were doing, his heart felt the pangs of sorrow. Why did I have to leave her? he thought, eyeing her beautiful features and perfect skin. Harry tried to bury his feelings, but, upon seeing her shining raven-black hair, her straight teeth, and her beautiful frame, they rose up within him, almost breaking through.

And it wasn't just physical beauty that attracted Harry to her. Her mind was a sharp as a knife, and she was always ready to assist Harry when he needed help. She was compassionate, caring, intelligent, helpful, funny. In essence, she was incredible. And he had to be a git and let her pass by.

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"Again, Potter!"

The clash of steel on wood could be heard, as Harry swung his broadsword at Stormfury, only to have it parried by the reinforced wooden sword of the Shadow Hunter. Both of the combatants were covered in sweat from the day's exertions. Behind them, Cho watched, sword in hand, waiting for the signal to move in.

Harry grasped the hilt with both hands, and slashed at Stormfury's head. Stormfury blocked the blow with his own blade, inches from his neck, then kicked Harry in the stomach. The young wizard went sprawling, clutching his belly, out of the fight.

"Chang! Forward!"

Cho charged in, thrusting her katana towards the Shadow Hunter's belly, only to have him dodge the blow, and smack Cho in the shoulder. She stepped back for a moment, and then pressed her attack, slashing and cutting at her opponent with the finely balanced sword. Stormfury easily dodged or blocked these attacks and kicked at Cho's side. The Ravenclaw beauty, prepared for this move, loosened her grip on the katana, and used her forearm to deflect the blow, while crouching down and delivering a kick to his midsection.

The Shadow Hunter grunted as he took the blow. With barely a sound, he bashed Cho's sword hand with his reinforced wooden blade, and kicked the hilt of the katana, sending it flying towards the ceiling.

Cho looked up, her eyes following the path of the shining blade as it whistled through the air. A big mistake, as Stormfury kicked her in the chest, knocking her off her feet. Finally, Stormfury caught the sword before it fell, and pointed the blade at Cho's throat.

Stormfury chuckled. "A good improvement, both of you. Anyone seriously hurt?"

Throughout the summer, Harry and Cho had suffered injuries during their training, from minor cuts and scrapes, to those that required a stay at the Hospital Wing, like when Harry had been on the receiving end of one of Cho's Blasting Curses without a shield. Cho had wept over that incident, but Harry forgave her. "Don't worry, Cho, I needed to fulfill my Hospital Wing quota this month, anyway!" he had said, which brought laughs to her pretty face.

"No, nothing major, Professor," Harry responded, rubbing his stomach.

Stormfury pulled the sword away, and handed it hilt first back to Cho. "Very well then. I think that's enough for now. Perhaps some wandless magic?" He pulled a torch off of its wall bracket. "No theory this time. From what I've seen, you're ready to actually tap mana. Fire is the simplest of the elements, so perhaps we should try that first."

With a muttered command, the torch exploded into flame, and hovered several feet above the floor, the fire a deep red colour, dancing and twisting like a living being. Harry and Cho sat as Stormfury reviewed the process with them. "Remember, you must maintain discipline while attempting to tap mana. Clear your mind of all other thoughts, and picture the flame. Picture what it represents, picture the energy flowing through you. Remember the words of power!"

"Mana is omnipresent, but when beginning their training, apprentice Shadow Hunters require a corporal source to draw from, hence, this fire. Fully-trained Shadow Hunters can tap any form of mana from any destination, but, for now, just try to manipulate the flame in front of you."

Stormfury's voice became harsh at this point, observing the two Champions with a steel-cold gaze. "It is vital that you focus! Do not lose your concentration! Elementalism, in any form, is volatile. I am letting you attempt this because you are skilled, disciplined, and determined. Harry, you're first."

Harry swallowed nervously, his legs feeling like jelly as he approached the fire. He assumed a lotus position before the flame, trying to clear his mind for the task ahead of him.

He sat there for what seemed like an eternity, gazing into the roaring fire, trying to focus and channel the flames, but to no avail. His efforts had just led to a massive headache as he struggled in vain to tap the energy.

"This isn't working," Harry stated, massaging his temples.

"Peace, Mr. Potter," Stormfury said, trying to encourage him. "Perhaps you are not ready yet for this exercise. Maybe we should-"

"With all due respect, Professor, I'm not finished trying," Harry interjected, frustration oozing from every pore, "I'll keep at it."

Stormfury frowned. "Very well then. You may continue."

"Be careful, Harry," Cho said, watching with obvious concern as Harry began again.

Harry pictured the flame in his mind's eye. He imagined the fire in the Gryffindor common room, crackling gently, making the room cozy. He pictured the sun, its warm embrace upon his skin. He saw fire, giver of both life and death, capable of aiding and destroying, useful if controlled, chaotic if unleashed.

A red nimbus formed around Harry's hands, gently floating sparks, then becoming more energetic as the ritual continued. Faster and faster they moved, spinning around his hands like electrons around an atom, constantly gaining power with each moment that passed. Sweat dripped down his face, as he chanted the words of power, phrases that no human tongue was meant to pronounce.

With a rush of energy, the torch flared bright, the flames expanding and growing. Harry's eyes widened as the fire coalesced itself in his hands, yet did not burn. He felt the mana sliding across his skin, its touch filling him with power.

"Amazing," Harry's voice sounded hollow as he stared into the flame. Whispers echoed in the back of his mind, "Yes, feel the power. Take it for your own."

Stormfury watched Harry intently as the young wizard stood up, searching for any sign of weakness. "Remember, Harry. Concentrate. Keep it under..."

The words stopped dead in his throat, as Harry let out a scream of agony, and brought his hands to his head. Blood dripped from his scar, dark as coal. Harry dropped to his knees, eyes closed, as if to block out something...

"GET OUT OF MY HEAD!" With that, Harry lost control.

Flames erupted from his fingertips, burning a trail of destruction through the room, Harry flailing in pain, his harsh cries ringing through the halls of Hogwarts. Stormfury tackled Cho to the ground as the fire lanced to where her head would have been.

"Harry. HARRY!" Cho's screams barely registered on the young wizard's mind, consumed by the pain and the power. Sweat poured down his body, muscles tensed, veins bulged, power pouring through him, draining him of his strength. Stone shattered, parchment combusted and burned to ash, painting and tapestries incinerated as the fire consumed everything in its path.

"That's it. Release the power. Claim it for your own!" The voice was back again, urging and cajoling Harry to continue, to fuel the flames, to unleash it. Harry tried to concentrate, to bring the flames in check, but they were free now and nothing would stop them. He could hear Cho's screams of panic, and Stormfury's booming voice telling him to focus, but he heard nothing. He was in its thrall, loving and hating every instant.

"Where are you, Potter?" a second voice, sinuous and terrifying. "I sense the magic. Perhaps I should have a look inside your mind, see your secrets. Perhaps you know more about the prophecy? Let's check, shall we?"

Tears formed in Harry's eyes. "No. Please, no," he whimpered.

With a final rush of energy, the fire died, and Harry collapsed, his body wracked with convulsions. Cho and Stormfury rushed over to his side.

"Can you help him?" Cho asked, biting her lip until blood flowed.

"Hold on," Stormfury replied, placing his hands over Harry's chest. With a muttered phrase, Harry's spasms faded, and the Champion fell into a deep sleep.

"Here, girl. Go to Madame Pomfrey, and tell to prepare for an injured student. Hurry!"

As Cho ran towards the Hospital Wing, Stormfury conjured a stretcher for the fallen student, shaking his head at seeing the devastation around him. "Well, it was worth a shot, anyway."

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Cho Chang walked through the halls, her boots clacking on the floorstones, torches glimmering around her. She pulled her shining hair into a ponytail as she mused on what had happened. Harry had tapped the power of fire, but lost control suddenly. It was like he was fighting something within him. She felt the power emanating from him as he released the mana like a raging animal. She shuddered despite herself. Elementalism was powerful indeed, but volatile. Too volatile, it had seemed, the image of Harry's shaking form coming to mind, drained by the energy the spell had used.

Harry had been brought up to the Hospital Wing, where Madam Pomfrey went into a frenzy, grabbing potions and vials to treat him. Cho had been shooed out by the often-commanding Pomfrey, but she managed to catch a glimpse of Harry's face, pale, sweating, flushed, his eyes closed but moving, and murmured phrases spoken in terrified tones.

Turning the corner, she crashed into the cloaked form of Stormfury, staff held tight in his scarred grip. "Oh, Professor, I didn't see you! Is Harry going to be alright?" she apologized, getting back to her feet. "It's just that, well, I was worried about how he was doing, and that magic, was like-"

Stormfury chuckled, "Slow down, girl! Yes, Harry is going to be fine. A little drained, but in a day or two, he should back on his feet." He rubbed his stomach where Cho had collided into him. "I fear that I greatly over-estimated his abilities in wandless magic, no disrespect intended. Perhaps we should leave that for now and continue with wand magic and weapons as soon as he gets better."

Cho nodded in agreement. "It took a lot out of him, tiring him out."

"Once again, Ms. Chang, your inquisitiveness amazes me!" Stormfury laughing. "Don't take it the wrong way."

"Not at all, although Harry's friend Hermione is the one you should look out for. She's sometimes more of a Ravenclaw than me."

"I'll look forward to seeing her this year. Anyway, you're right. When he lost control of the spell, Harry's body could not stand the strain being place upon it to fuel the spell. Elementalism requires intense concentration, and casting in that manner, after a time, becomes exhausting. In battle, Shadow Hunters such as myself must attempt to conserve our energy as much as possible. Over time, we've gained incredible stamina, but it's still tasking."

Cho frowned. Even the Shadow Hunters have their limits? She hadn't seen Stormfury in action yet, other than mock sword duels against her and Harry, but from what she had heard, he would be a deadly enemy to cross.

"Anything else, Ms. Chang?"

She shook her head tersely. "No, Professor. Thanks for explaining."

"Not a problem. Harry might be awake this afternoon, so you can go visit him then."

Cho smiled, the Shadow Hunter had seen right through her. "Thanks, Professor."

Continuing on her way, she stopped in front of a large stone triangle, chiselled into the wall of an upper hallway. With a word, the triangle split open, revealing a hidden passage into Ravenclaw Tower. Entering the seventh-year girls dorm, Cho sat in front of a large wooden desk, parchment, ink and a quill laid out for her. A soft hoot informed her of the presence of Bellerophon, her faithful black-and-grey spotted owl that she had purchased before the summer.

"No, Belle. There's just something I need to do."

She had her regrets, namely the way she had acted last year. But now, she had a purpose, a goal. She had spent too long listening to others, and not herself, always putting her doubts ahead of her. But no longer.

And dripping her quill in ink, she began to write.

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Several hours later, Cho entered the Hospital Wing, the last rays of sunlight filtering through the curtains. The Wing was empty, save for Harry's bed. He was tossing and turning, as if re-living some horrible event, his brow bathed in sweat. Occasionally, Cho heard the words, "no, not Cedric," and "Sirius can't be, no, he can't be gone, he can't."

Spotting a basin of clean water, Cho immersed a small cloth in it and went to Harry's side. She applied the cloth his sweating face, which was racked with the pain of his nightmares. "Come on, Harry, snap out of it." Brushing a stray lock of hair from her vision, she continued to watch over him. The sun set on the two figures, the Gryffindor who dreamed and the Ravenclaw who comforted him, alone in the darkness.

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'He stood there again, on the blackened field. He saw them there. Cedric. Sirius. His parents. Cho. Anyone he had ever loved, anyone who had called him friend, anyone he had looked up to. They lay there, upon the field, dead, torn apart by wild beasts, blasted with curses. As far as the eye could see.

Harry looked down at his hands. The wind picked up around him, as he saw the blood upon his hands. The blood of his friends.

He began to shake, then a furious, terrified scream ripped from his throat, as the power within him came to life once more.'

Harry shot up in bed, crying out. Cho shrieked in shock, seeing Harry come awake so suddenly. "Oh, Harry!" she cried, wrapping her arms around his head, comforting him softly. "It's alright now. It's alright."

Surprisingly, Harry returned the gesture. "I'm okay, Cho. Just dreams, nightmares really." He looked at her like seeing her for the first time. "What are you doing here?" he asked.

"Just checking up on you," Cho replied. "You've been asleep for about ten hours now."

Harry shook his head. "No, not really asleep. It's Voldemort, Cho. This scar," he stated, pointing at the lightning-shaped mark, "is not the only thing he left me with. Somehow, we share some kind of mental connection. Voldemort often tries to search my mind, and send images. Sometimes, what he shows actually happens. Other times, well, I think, well-" He stopped for a moment, caught up in emotion. Stupid, stupid, stupid! Sirius would still be alive if you weren't so stupid!

He felt Cho's hand upon his shoulder. "It's okay, Harry. Just let it out."

And that was what he did. It was like a dam opening in his soul as Harry spilled out all of the secrets, doubts, and fears that he had held inside. In between sobs, Harry related the events of last year to Cho, how Voldemort was attempting to control his mind, how his attempts at Occlumency had failed, how a false vision of Sirius being tortured led to the furious duel in the Department of Mysteries, and his death, how the first prophecy had to him to kill or be killed... At this point, Harry choked up.

"Sirius Black was your godfather?" Cho asked, her soothing voice calming Harry's shattered nerves.

"Yes. He was betrayed by Peter Pettigrew, and sent to Azkaban for a crime he didn't commit. Without trial."

Cho was silent as Harry continued, "I know the pain you felt when you lost Cedric, and I'm sorry for being such a jerk last year. You were right to dump me, Cho. Michael's a much better person than I was. He's right for you. He's-"

"-not the one I love."

Harry looked at Cho like she had confessed to being a Death Eater. "What?" he asked, his voice barely above a whisper.

"He's not the one I love Harry. It is you, and it has always been you. Since Cedric died, you have tried to be there for me, tried to help me move on, but I never appreciated it. I love you." And with that, she kissed him.

The sensation was incredible, Cho's soft lips joining with Harry's. In that instant, Harry's doubts and misgivings were washed away, the constant fear defeated, and the feelings of loathing he felt for her last year were obliterated, all in one simple act. He pulled her into a warm embrace, feeling the soft weave of her hair, inhaling the gentle scent of her perfume, intoxicated by her touch. He returned the kiss, deepening it, sparks of passion running through them, setting their souls aflame, the tenderness of their love driving them wild.

Their lips broke apart for a moment, only out of need for air. Then, they kissed again, harder and more passionate than ever before. The kiss they shared that December night last year was nothing compared to now. Cho moaned in her mouth as the kiss continued, feeling Harry's love and the energies of Ravenclaw possessing her.

The power contained within them spiked for a moment, rejuvenating them, and impacting the room. A bowl full of flower petals crackled and exploded, curtains blew as if caught in a fierce wind, several glass vials shattered, and portrait frames rattled. It was over in an instant, but the kiss lasted for several minutes more.

Finally, they broke apart, invigorated by each other's touch. Harry lightly caressed her cheek with his hand, and kissed her there, feeling Cho shudder in delight. "I love you, Cho Chang. I love you with all I have. But what about Michael?" he asked, dreading the answer, wrapped lovingly in her arms.

"Michael doesn't care about me, Harry, and especially not as the person I am. He wants me just as a trophy, to hang on his arm and show the guys, and if he gets a chance, take me into his bed. He doesn't care that I'm good in Quidditch, or that I try to get good marks, or that I am constantly pressured by friends and family to do what they want me to do. That's why I don't, and can't, love him."

"But, you will be in danger by being with me, Cho. Voldemort wants me dead, and he won't hesitate to kill you to get to me. Are you sure you want to the risk?"

Cho's eyes flashed with anger. "We could be killed at any time, Harry. The Death Eaters could be anywhere. Besides, if they ever learned about the Champions prophecy, they'd come after me just the same. No, Harry. I will stay with you, if you want. Do you love me?" she asked, her shining, chocolate brown eyes looking at Harry with obvious caring and love.

"Yes. I do, Cho. Forgive me," Harry whispered as he kissed her again.

"MR. POTTER! WHAT IS THIS?" Madam Pomfrey's booming voice sounded as she entered the Hospital Wing. "I will not have this kind of behaviour in my infirmary. Out! Out!"

Harry and Cho exited the Hospital Wing, running like a pack of dogs were chasing them. "Well, that was interesting!" Cho said, as the two lovers ran through the halls, hand in hand, to escape Pomfrey's wrath.