lostinyourtouch77

ya i'm sure its going to get u somewhere cuz hey i betaed it! lol

bloody brillant! luved it! You did a great job of describing the emotions of Charlie, exactly how he would think too! I also like how you added Claire into the fic too! job well done!

I'm glad you liked it!

This story is based on characters and situations created and owned by JK Rowling and publishers including but not limited to Bloomsbury Books, and Warner Bros.Inc. No copyright infringement is intended or to be infered. Cho needed to escape reality, to go somewhere that she could think. Her robes billowed behin her as she ascended up to the Owlery, her feet barely lifting up to each individual stair. She was thinking about him again, but it was all but obvious to her fellow Ravenclaws. They thought they understood what she was going through, but no one truly did. She had lost the one person she had loved, and now she was by herself. No one could comprehend that. She looked out at the Forbidden Forest and the Quidditch Pitch in the distance. Her heart ached; she turned her head, tears brimming her eyes. No, she had to be brave, she had to be strong, for him at least. Her hands at her side, she clenched her school robes, struggling against the instinct to cry and let her tears flow. And there he was, standing next to her. She gasped and moved away from him. He smiled at her, a sad smile. Her heart leapt. She couldn't help hoping that he was real, hoping he wouldn't leave her again. "Cedric..." She whispered as she tried to reach out and touch his face. But he was gone once more, and she finally broke down, collapsing onto her knees. His smile.... His touch.... Oh, how she yearned for his touch.... She looked out the small window in the Owlery, staring at the starry night sky. Her eyes were red and puffy, and she was sniffling as she marvled at the beauty of the stars. And she knew he was up there, watching over her, maybe even at this very moment. She smiled, knowing she was never alone. He would always be there for her. Always.

This story is based on characters and situations created and owned by JK Rowling and publishers including but not limited to Bloomsbury Books, and Warner Bros.Inc. No copyright infringement is intended or to be infered. His hands started to tremble, his body shaking from the shock. His breath was ragged as he tried to gasp for air. His usually messy, black hair was covered in dirt and dried blood, not to mention the scratches all over his body but, there he sat. He was gone...Voldemort was finally gone for good, no longer a threat to anyone. But at what price was his death? The loss of his friends, his parents, godfather, headmaster, everyone close to him. Warm tears finally broke out and coursed down his worn, battered face. He placed one of the tears on his finger, tilting his head as he examined it. No longer a threat.... The words coursed through his mind. But the screams, the shouts of pain, the cries for mercy rang throughout his mind like a bell. Before long he was on the ground, sobbing, clutching the bits of grass with his hands. Voldemort had been killed, but at what price? And as his face rubbed against the rough grass blades, and dirt he finally came to a conclusion to the question. Harry had killed Voldemort, and the price had been his loved ones, but the world was safe once more, and now...now he was all alone.... to fight his demons alone...... And that was the answer to his question......that he would risk everything to defeat Voldemort.....and this is his curse.