Harry Potter and the Final Battle by Catherine King
	“Oh, Harry,” she said, walking up to Harry’s side, where he immediately sat upright.  “I was coming down for a visit to Hogsmeade, to maybe find a job there, and then Professor Gradison comes along, and I ask her where she’s going, and it’s to the gamekeeper’s hut and she tells me all of what happened and - oh, Harry, I was just so worried.” “I’m okay.” Harry assured her.  And he told her everything, from the will to the pain in his forehead.  He wondered if he should tell her about his relation to Godric Gryffindor.  Every time he said ‘Voldemort’ Cho flinched, but when he explained about the name thing, she nodded. “I understand.  And I’m really glad that you got rid of You - I mean, Voldemort.  I think that you’re very brave, Harry.”  Harry blushed.  “I mean, if that had happened to me, I would be screaming my head off and running.  Professor Gradison said that she would, too, and she is the new Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher.” “Yeah, but everyone has flaws.  I don’t blame you.  In fact, that’s what I almost did.” “Why didn’t you?” Cho asked, curiously. “Let’s just say that the troublesome side is worth listening to,” replied Harry. Cho laughed. “I’ve found many a cookie when listening to that side in my youth.” And they both laughed.  Just then, however, Madam Pomfrey came in, almost shrieking, “It is 6:00 in the morning; you’ve been in here almost an hour, Miss Chang.  I would like it if you got out now!” “Alright, Ma’am, I’m going already,” Cho said to Madam Pomfrey.  To Harry she winked and said, “See you around, Harry.” “Sure,” said Harry, “see you around too.”  He emphasized the words to give it a special meaning, just for the two of them.  Cho exited, and Harry grinned up at the ceiling.  Hey, if the heavens were smiling down at him, he might as well smile back. Later that morning, the Gryffindor Quidditch team and Hermione went to visit Harry.  Helen’s random freckles were about a shade paler than their natural cinnimon color, the triplets’ blue eyes were rather dull instead of their sunny state (and I do not mean the Sunshine State), Whitney claimed to Harry that she had been so freaked at the news that her hair had grown half an inch, and Ron and Hermione both looked as though the sight of Harry, alive and generally well, was as great as being named Minister of Magic of every Ministry of Magic on the planet. “Harry, is it true that you tried to choke the Dark Lord - I mean, Voldemort?” “He used magic to choke you?  Amazing!” “Why couldn’t a curse kill Voldemort, yet he died via choking?” “How much did your scar hurt, Harry? Can you put it into words?” “Why did Voldemort come in the form of an eyeball?  That’s G-R-O-S-S!  In capitals!” “Harry, are you 1,000,000,000% sure that Voldemort’s gone?” “I can’t believe you were still alive when I found you!  Hasn’t You - Voldemort, killed a million people or something?”