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It seemed to Harry that Umbridge was steadily depriving him of everything that made his life at Hogwarts worth living: visits to Hagrids house, letters from Sirius, his Firebolt, and Quidditch. He took his revenge the only way he had: redoubling his efforts for the D. Harry was pleased to see that all of them, even Zacharias Smith, had been spurred to work harder than ever by the news that ten more Death Eaters were now on the loose, but in nobody was this improvement more pronounced than in Neville. The news of his parents attackers escape had wrought a strange and even slightly alarming change in him. He had not once mentioned his meeting with Harry, Ron, and Hermione on the closed ward in St. Mungos, and taking their lead from him, they had kept quiet about it too. Nor had he said anything on the subject of Bellatrix and her fellow torturers escape; in fact, he barely spoke during D. meetings anymore, but worked relentlessly on every new jinx and countercurse Harry taught them, his plump face screwed up in concentration, apparently indifferent to injuries or accidents, working harder than anyone else in the room. He was improving so fast it was quite unnerving and when Harry taught them the Shield Charm, a means of deflecting minor jinxes so that they rebounded upon the attacker, only Hermione mastered the charm faster than Neville. In fact Harry would have given a great deal to be making as much progress at Occlumency as Neville was making vertex investment oü D. meetings. Harrys sessions with Snape, which had started badly enough, were not improving; on the contrary, Harry felt he was getting worse with every lesson. Before he had started studying Occlumency, his scar had prickled occasionally, usually during the night, or else following one of those strange flashes of Voldemorts thoughts or moods that he experienced every now and then. Nowadays, however, his scar hardly ever stopped prickling, and he often felt lurches of annoyance or cheerfulness that were unrelated to what was happening to him at the time, which were always accompanied by a particularly painful twinge from his scar. He had the horrible impression that he was slowly turning into a kind of aerial that was tuned in to tiny fluctuations in Voldemorts mood, and he was sure he could date this increased sensitivity firmly from his first Occlumency lesson with Snape. What was more, he was now dreaming about walking down the corridor toward the entrance to the Department of Mysteries almost every night, dreams that always culminated in him standing longingly in https://godeddaddygogogo.cloud/call-duty/call-of-duty-world-at-war-archive.php of the plain black door. Maybe its a bit like an illness, said Hermione, looking concerned when Harry confided in her and Ron. A fever or something. It has to get worse before it gets better. Its lessons with Snape that are making it worse, said Harry flatly. Im getting sick of my scar hurting, and Im getting bored walking down that corridor every night. He rubbed his forehead angrily. I just wish the door would open, Im sick of standing staring at it - Thats not funny, said Hermione sharply. Dumbledore doesnt want you to have dreams about that corridor at all, or he Tipex apex nails have asked Snape to teach you Occlumency. Youre just going to have to work a bit harder in your lessons. I am working. said Harry, nettled. You try it sometime, Snape trying to get inside your head, its not a bundle of laughs, you know. Maybe. said Ron slowly. Maybe what. said Hermione rather snappishly. Maybe its not Harrys fault he cant close his mind, said Ron darkly. What do you mean. said Hermione. Well, maybe Snape isnt really trying to help Harry. Harry and Hermione stared at him. Ron looked darkly and meaningfully from one to the other. Maybe, he said again in a lower voice, hes actually trying to open Harrys mind a bit wider. make it easier for You-Know - Shut up, Ron, said Hermione angrily. How many times have you suspected Snape, and when have you ever been right. Dumbledore trusts him, he works for the Order, that ought to be enough. He used to be a Death Eater, said Ron stubbornly. And weve never seen proof that he really swapped sides. Dumbledore trusts him, Hermione repeated. And if we cant trust Dumbledore, we cant trust anyone. With so much to worry about and so much to do - startling amounts of homework that frequently kept the fifth years working until past midnight, secret D. meetings, and regular classes with Snape - January seemed to be passing alarmingly fast. Before Harry knew it, February had arrived, bringing with it wetter and warmer weather and the prospect of the second Hogsmeade visit of the year. Harry had had very little time to spare on conversations with Cho since they had agreed to visit the village together, but suddenly found himself facing a Valentines Day spent entirely in her company. On the morning of the fourteenth he dressed particularly carefully. He and Ron arrived at breakfast just in time for the arrival of the post owls. Hedwig was not there - not that he had expected her - but Hermione was tugging a letter from the beak of an unfamiliar brown owl as they sat down. And about time. If it hadnt come today. she said eagerly, tearing open the envelope and pulling out a small piece of parchment. Her eyes sped from left to right as she read through the message and a grimly pleased expression spread across her face. Listen, Harry, she said, looking up at him. This is really important. Do you think you could meet me in the Three Broomsticks around midday. Well. I dunno, said Harry dubiously. Cho might be expecting me to spend the whole day with her. We never said what we were going to do. Well, bring her along if you must, said Hermione urgently. But will you come. Well. all right, but why. I havent got time to tell you now, Ive got to answer this quickly - And she hurried out of the Great Hall, the letter clutched in one hand and a piece of uneaten toast in the other. Are you coming. Harry asked Ron, but he shook his head, looking glum. I cant come into Hogsmeade at all, Angelina wants a full days training. Like its going to help - were the worst team Ive ever seen. You should see Sloper and Kirke, theyre pathetic, even worse than I am. He heaved a great sigh. I dunno why Angelina wont just let me resign. Its because youre good when youre on form, thats why, said Harry irritably. He found it very hard to be sympathetic to Rons plight when he himself would have given almost anything to be playing in the forthcoming match against Hufflepuff. Ron seemed to notice Harrys tone, because he did not mention Quidditch again during breakfast, and there was a slight frostiness in the way they said good-bye to each other shortly afterward. Ron departed for the Quidditch pitch and Harry, after attempting to flatten his hair while staring at his reflection in the back of a teaspoon, proceeded alone to the entrance hall to meet Cho, feeling very apprehensive and wondering what on earth they were going to talk about. She was waiting for him a little to the side of the oak front doors, looking very pretty with her hair tied back in a long ponytail. Harrys feet seemed to be too big for his body as he walked toward her, and he was suddenly horribly aware of his arms and how stupid they looked swinging at his sides. Hi, said Cho slightly breathlessly. Hi, said Harry. They stared at each other for a moment, then Harry said, Well - er - shall we go, then. Oh - yes. They joined the queue of people being signed out by Filch, occasionally catching each others eye and grinning shiftily, but not talking to each other. Harry was relieved when they reached the fresh air, finding it easier to walk along in silence than just stand there looking awkward. It was a fresh, breezy sort of day and as they passed the Quidditch stadium, Harry glimpsed Ron and Ginny skimming over the stands and felt a horrible pang that he was not up there with them. You really miss it, dont you. said Cho. He looked around and saw her watching him. Yeah, sighed Harry. I do. Remember the first time we played against each other. she asked him. Yeah, said Harry, grinning. You kept blocking me. And Wood told you not to be a gentleman and knock me off my broom if you had to, said Cho, smiling reminiscently. I heard he got taken on by Pride of Portree, is that right. Nah, it was Puddlemere United, I saw him at the World Cup last year. Oh, I saw you there too, remember. We were on the same campsite. It was really good, wasnt it. The subject of the Quidditch World Cup carried them all the way down the drive and out through the gates. Harry could hardly believe how easy it was to talk to her, no more difficult, in fact, than talking to Ron and Hermione, and he was just starting to feel confident and cheerful when a large gang of Slytherin girls passed them, including Pansy Parkinson. Potter and Chang. screeched Pansy to a chorus of snide giggles. Urgh, Chang, I dont think much of your taste. At least Diggory was goodlooking. They sped up, talking and shrieking in a pointed fashion with many exaggerated glances back at Harry and Cho, leaving an embarrassed silence in their wake. Harry could think of nothing else to say about Quidditch, and Cho, slightly flushed, was watching her feet. So. where dyou want to go. Harry asked as they entered Hogsmeade. The High Street was full of students ambling up and down, peering into the shop windows and messing about together on the pavements. Oh. I dont mind, said Cho, shrugging. Um. shall we just have a look in the shops or something. They wandered toward Dervish and Banges. A large poster had been stuck up in the window and a few Hogsmeaders were looking at it. They moved aside when Harry and Cho approached and Harry found himself staring once more at the ten pictures of the escaped Death Eaters. The poster (By Order of the Ministry of Magic) offered a thousand-Galleon reward to any witch or wizard with information relating to the recapture of any of the convicts pictured. Its funny, isnt it, said Cho in a low voice, also gazing up at the pictures of the Death Eaters. Remember when that Sirius Black escaped, and there were dementors all over Hogsmeade looking for him. And now ten Death Eaters are on the loose and there arent dementors anywhere. Yeah, said Harry, tearing his eyes away from Bellatrix Lestranges face to glance up and down the High Street. Yeah, it is weird. He was not sorry that there were no dementors nearby, but now he came to think of it, their absence was highly significant. They had not only let the Death Eaters escape, they were not bothering to look for them. It looked as though they really were outside Ministry control now. The ten escaped Death Eaters were staring out of every shop window he and Cho passed. It started to rain as they passed Scrivenshafts; cold, read article drops of water kept hitting Harrys face and the back of his neck. Um. dyou want to get a coffee. said Cho tentatively, as the rain began to fall more heavily. Yeah, all right, said Harry, looking around. Where -. Oh, theres a really nice place just up here, havent you ever been to Madam Puddifoots. she said brightly, and she led him up a side road and into a small tea shop that Harry had never noticed before. It was a cramped, steamy little place where everything seemed to have been decorated with frills or bows. Harry was reminded unpleasantly of Umbridges office. Cute, isnt it. said Cho happily. Er. yeah, said Harry untruthfully. Look, shes decorated it for Valentines Day. said Cho, indicating a number of golden cherubs that were hovering over each of the small, circular tables, occasionally throwing pink confetti over the occupants. Aaah. They sat down at the last remaining table, which was situated in the steamy window. Roger Davies, the Ravenclaw Quidditch Captain, was sitting about a foot and a half away with a pretty blonde girl. They were holding hands. The sight made Harry feel uncomfortable, particularly when, looking source the tea shop, he saw that it was full of nothing but couples, all of them holding hands. Perhaps Cho would expect him to hold her hand. What can I get you, mdears. said Madam Puddifoot, a very stout woman with a shiny black bun, squeezing between their table and Roger Daviess with great thanks steamboat willie disneyland amusing. Two coffees, please, said Cho. In the time it took for their coffees to arrive, Roger Davies and his girlfriend started kissing over their sugar bowl. Harry wished they wouldnt; he felt that Davies was setting a standard with which Cho would soon expect him to compete. He felt his face growing hot and tried staring out of the window, but it was so steamed up he could not see the street outside. To postpone the moment when he had to look at Cho he stared up at the ceiling as though examining the paintwork and received a handful of confetti in the face from their hovering cherub. After a few more painful minutes Cho mentioned Umbridge; Harry seized on the subject with relief and they passed a few happy moments abusing her, but the subject had already been so thoroughly canvassed during D. meetings it did not last very long. Silence fell again. Harry was very conscious of the slurping noises coming from the table next door and cast wildly around for something else to say. Er. listen, dyou want to come with me to the Three Broomsticks at lunchtime. Im meeting Hermione Granger there. Cho raised her eyebrows. Youre meeting Hermione Granger. Today. Yeah. Well, she asked me to, so I thought I would. Dyou want to come with me. She said it wouldnt matter if you did. Oh. well. that was nice of her. But Cho did not sound as though she thought it was nice at all; on the contrary, her tone was cold and all of a sudden she looked rather forbidding. A few more minutes passed in total silence, Harry drinking his coffee so fast that he would soon need a fresh cup. Next door, Roger Davies and his girlfriend seemed glued together by the lips. Chos hand was lying on the table beside her coffee, and Harry was feeling a mounting pressure to take hold of it. Just do it, he told himself, as a fount of mingled panic and excitement surged up inside his chest. Just reach out and grab it. Amazing how much more difficult it was to extend his arm twelve inches and touch her hand than to snatch a speeding Snitch from midair. But just as he moved his hand forward, Cho took hers off the table. She was now watching Roger Davies kissing his girlfriend with a mildly interested expression. He asked me out, you know, she said in a quiet voice. A couple of weeks ago. Roger. I turned him down, though. Harry, who had grabbed the sugar bowl to excuse his sudden lunging movement across the table, could not think why she was telling him this. If she wished she were sitting at the table next door being heartily kissed by Roger Davies, why had she agreed to come out with him. He said nothing. Their cherub threw another handful of confetti over them; some of it landed in the last cold dregs of coffee Harry had been about to drink. I came in here with Cedric last year, said Cho. In the second or so it took for him to take in what she had said, Harrys insides had become glacial. He could not believe she wanted to talk about Cedric now, while kissing couples surrounded them and a cherub floated over their heads. Chos voice was rather higher when she spoke again. Ive been meaning to ask you for ages. Did Cedric - did he m-mmention me at all before he died. This was the very last subject on earth Harry wanted to discuss, and least of all with Cho. Well - no - he said quietly. There - there wasnt time for him to say anything. Erm. so. dyou. dyou get to see a lot of Quidditch in the holidays. You support the Tornados, right. His voice sounded falsely bright and cheery. To his horror, he saw that her eyes were swimming with tears again, just as they had been after the last D. meeting before Christmas. Look, he said desperately, leaning in so that nobody else could overhear, lets not talk about Cedric right now. Lets talk about something else. But this, apparently, was quite the wrong thing to say. I thought, she said, tears spattering down onto the table. I thought youd u-u-understand. I need to talk about it. Surely you n-need to talk about it ttoo. I mean, you saw it happen, d-didnt you. Everything was going nightmarishly wrong; Roger Davies girlfriend had even unglued herself to look around at Cho crying. Well - I have talked about it, Call of duty free download keyboard said in a whisper, to Ron and Hermione, but - Oh, youll talk to Hermione Granger. she said shrilly, her face now shining with tears, and several more kissing couples broke apart to stare. But you wont talk to me. P-perhaps it would be best if we just. just p-paid and you went and met up with Hermione G-Granger, like you obviously want to. Harry stared at her, utterly bewildered, as she seized a frilly napkin and dabbed at her shining face with it. Cho. he said weakly, wishing Roger would seize his girlfriend and start kissing her again to stop her goggling at him and Cho. Go on, leave. she said, now crying into the napkin. I dont know why you asked me out in the first place if youre going to make arrangements to meet other girls right after me. How many are you meeting after Hermione. Its not like that. said Harry, and he was so relieved at finally understanding what she was annoyed about that he laughed, which he realized a split second too late was a mistake. Cho sprang to her feet. The whole tearoom was quiet, and everybody was watching them now. Ill see you around, Harry, she said dramatically, and hiccuping slightly she dashed to the door, wrenched it open, and hurried off into the pouring rain. Cho. Harry called after her, but the door had already swung shut behind her with a tuneful tinkle. There was total silence within the tea shop. Every eye was upon Harry. He threw a Galleon down onto the table, shook pink confetti out of his eyes, and followed Cho out of the door. It was raining hard now, and she was nowhere to be seen. He simply did not understand what had happened; half an hour ago they had been getting along fine. Women. he muttered angrily, sloshing down the rain-washed street with his hands in his pockets. 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Er - are you okay. said Hagrid. Oh yeah, Im grand, Harry, grand. He gazed into the depths of his pewter tankard, which was the size of a large bucket, and sighed. Harry did not know what to say to him. They sat side by side in silence for a moment. Then Hagrid said abruptly, In the same boat, you an me, aren we, Harry.
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