So, I finally decided to write something? Yippee! Hurrah! Hey, why aren't dancing? You're not overwhelmed? Oh, well, I guess I had too much sugar. Anywho, enjoy!

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Harry Potter was no normal boy, no sir, not at all. This is the explanation that you might get from the Dursleys, Harry's guardians, about their supposedly abnormal nephew.

But, it was true that Harry wasn't like every kid you met. For one thing, he was a wizard. From a certain point of view (namely, that of another wizard), there was nothing abnormal about that. But the thing that set Harry Potter apart from everyone else was the scar on his forehead.

When he was only a baby, Harry survived a curse from Voldemort, the greatest Dark wizard ever. Harry didn't find out why he wasn't killed (or even that he was a wizard, for that matter) until the end of his first year at Hogwarts. It was then that the headmaster, Dumbledore, told Harry that the fact that his mother died to save him prevented him from being killed too.

And so, Voldemort's power was broken, and Harry got to live. But, from the looks of things at this very moment, as Harry and his friends Ron and Hermione, he wouldn't be alive for very longer.

They were huddled against a tree, in the forest, and being looked at as if they were a Mars Bar a mile long by a very nasty spider.

"Uhh, now what?" asked Ron, rather stupidly.

"What? How should I know?" asked Hermione.

"You're always the one with the answers, so I figured…"

"Shut up, both of you, or you'll attract more of them!" Harry said fiercely.

"Okay, we're going to have to stun it. It looks quick, so get ready. Ron?"

"Yes?"

"Levitate it. Hermione, could you conjure up…"

"A flame? I'll do it."

"Harry…" Ron began, but he was cut off. The spider was pouncing

The three shut their eyes, waiting to be torn apart, but it never happened.

A sweeping laugh made them open their eyes.

"You all right? Good, get up." It was none other than Jameus Chang.

"Jame? Is that you?"

"In the flesh. Mind telling me why you're out here?"

"Detention. Snape caught us putting lacewings into our Breeze Brew."

"You know, you really should stop goofing off in Snape's classroom. I hate him

all most as much as you do, but still. Spending one day every other week in the Forbidden Forest serving detention just isn't a good plan of action."

"Like we haven't noticed," Ron snapped. Jameus was a sixth year at Hogwarts, and Harry and the rest were all fifth years. Ron didn't really like Jameus as much as Harry and Hermione did because Ron had had to face him in the Doomspell Tournament the year before. Jameus had, in short, kicked his butt.

"Come on people, let's get back to Gryffindor Tower. It's getting late." Suggested Jameus.

"We have to finish detention. By the way, thanks. What did you do to the spider?"

Jameus held out his hand and unclenched his fist. Inside was a tiny, immobile spider.

"Shrinking spell. Comes in very handy around here…"

Centaurs in the Forbidden Forest had raised Jameus. Although they hadn't been able to give him a wand, he fashioned his own, and snuck up to the school. Finally, when he was ten, he had gone and asked if he could attend. Dumbledore had been amazed at his wizarding talent, and had heartily agreed.

"Here, I'll come with you. The Forbidden Forest was my home for years, after all."

He had been stunned to find his twin sister attending Hogwarts, too. Although they were in different Houses (Jameus had been chosen for Gryffindor, while Cho, his sister, had gone to Ravenclaw) they kept in touch. They swapped secrets, a few of which were running through Jameus as he looked at Harry.

"You okay, Jame? You're staring…" said Harry.

"Oh! Sorry, I dozed off. Come on, let's find Hagrid. He would be…" Jameus shut his eyes tight for a moment. " That way. Lets go."

Jameus led the way towards Hagrid, but after ten paces, he stopped dead in his tracks.

"Don't move," he said slowly," there is something out there."

"What?" asked Ron, barely moving his lips.

"I don't know. Just keep still. I'll get it."

There was a loud bang as Jameus launched an attack. As it turned out, the spell was a Burning Charm, and Harry, Ron, Hermione, and Jameus approached the flaming figure.

"A Unicorn? But why would a Unicorn set off my senses? They never have before." Jameus said, holding his chin in the universal thought position.

"Look here." Hermione said, pointing at a small, greenish colored scar." It seems to have been bitten by something."

Jameus looked the wound over, and then, his eyes widening, looked up. "We need to leave, now. Right away! Go!"

"Why?" asked Ron.

"Because that is the work of a Randar."

Hermione gasped, but Harry and Ron looked puzzled.

"A Randar is a highly poisonous creature. It's poison drives the animal violently insane, before killing it." Hermione said.

"Oh." Harry and Ron said, at about the same time.

"Let's get out of here, folks. I'll get you out of trouble with Hagrid. With a Randar on the loose, no one should be coming to the forest." Jameus said, knowledgeably.

Harry, Ron, and Hermione went with Jameus back up to the castle, and, wearily, went to sleep.

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The next day, on the way to breakfast, Harry and Ron bumped into Jameus.

"Hi Jame," said Harry.

"Hey Harry. Ron, how you doing?"

"Good." Ron said stiffly.

"I talked to Hagrid. He was really mad, but when I told him about the Randar, he softened up. Seems that a few years ago, a couple of kids were killed by a Randar that the school had managed to starve."

"How'd they do that?" asked Ron, his curiosity making him forget his grudge.

Jameus chuckled, "A special sort of potion, 'Brelackine' or 'Breylackine' or something. Ended with 'ckine', that's all I know." He said.

At that moment, a Ravenclaw girl came over to where Harry, Ron, and Jameus were standing. The moment Harry saw that it was Cho, Jameus's sister, he blushed and pawed at the ground a little. To his surprise, so did Cho.

"Hi, everyone," she said, slowly.

"Hi, Cho." Jameus said, now chuckling a bit more. He motioned to Ron that they should leave the two alone. Ron got the message, and left, however silently.

"Hi, Cho." Harry said, nervously.

"Hi." Cho replied, just as nervous.

"Well… how are you?" asked Harry, shakily this time.

"I'm good."

"How'd you like to go for walk tonight?" Harry blurted, then blushed.

Cho smiled. "I'd love to."

And, as they walked away, both broke down laughing.

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That night, Harry met Cho by the front door.

"How'd your day go? Tell me everything." Inquired Harry.

"Well, first was Transfiguration, as you know," Cho said, "and nothing much happened there. But then came Potions. Jarj Hamill spilled his Herdickine Draft all over me! Luckily, Jarj didn't make the potion too strong. It just burnt a small hole in this sleeve. See?" she asked, indicating a small tear in the fabric. Harry nodded, and she went on.

"I had Arithmancy next. It went pretty good, since nothing much ever happens there. I just took the course because I want to get into the Ministry."

"You want to work for the Ministry of Magic?" asked Harry, who was incredibly interested.

"Yes. I want to work in the Control for Muggle Sighting department. I had a good friend when I was really young who was thrown in jail for doing magic in front of Muggles. I want it to be fair."

At that, a large shape bounded out of the forest. It walked on two legs, with a third held in front of it. It had a large, curved tail raised above its head. A strange, purple goo was dripping from its mouth.

"A Randar!" Cho yelled.

And suddenly, Harry understood. Herdickine Draft! He thought. Of course! The 'ckine' that Jameus couldn't remember! The starving Randar had come to the school looking for food.

And apparently, it had found food.

The Randar leapt, but Harry was quicker. His wand shot a sparkling beam of energy at the Randar. The Randar was killed, but its momentum kept it coming. All Harry saw was Cho jumping away and that curved tail coming at him, before he blacked out.

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"Harry… Harry, you're awake!" someone yelled. Harry recognized the voice as Cho.

"Cho? Are you alright?" asked Harry, in a groggy voice.

"Yes. I got out of the way of the dead Randar, but your spell left you rooted at the spot. It's tail hit you across the head, but it only knocked you out. Oh, Harry, I'm so glad your alive… I thought you were dead… All to save you and me…."

"Woe, slow down. I'm not dead. But where are we? I can't see."

"Oh, yeah. Madam Pomfrey said that your sight might be out. We're in the Hospital Wing. Once I knew that the Randar was dead, I levitated you back to the school, and told everyone what happened. And that you saved me. Thank you, oh, how can I thank you?"

"Just by being you. Cho, I… well, I like you a lot. A real lot. So… How would you like to have a butterbeer in the Three Broomsticks sometime?"

"I'd love it," Cho said, and she leaned over and gave Harry a small kiss, right on his lips.

THE END (although, not the end for Harry and Cho!)