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A/N: Sorry about the delay once again. I've finally got the chapter ready, please enjoy!

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Recap: "Cho, I'm taking you to see a doctor." Harry said as he handed her a cup of coffee.

"I have a doctor." Cho whispered.

"I mean, a wizard doctor. You are a witch you know. You can't just depend on a muggle doctor telling you that there's no hope. Maybe a wizard can cure you."

Cho was still flipping though the Dairy Prophet, "Harry, I… I don't know… I mean, it's not like I haven't seen wizards die from cancer, it's the same thing… why bother?"

"Cho, please…" Harry was almost begging her, "For me?"

Cho looked up, she couldn't resist Harry, couldn't resist his eyes, finally, she said, "Fine, I'll go… I'll go…"

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~Chapter Twelve: Together Forever~

Harry and Cho went to a doctor that Hermione found for them. Harry knew perfectly there would not be a solution even if they were visiting a wizard doctor, yet he was not willing to give up. He loved her, and this is the only chance for them to be together, her life cannot end this soon, it cannot!

Cho sat down by the doctor with Harry by her side.

"Hello, I am Dr. Jones, call me Johansson if you'd like." Dr. Jones smiled; his pure white beard as long as Dumbordore's.

"Hi, my name is Cho, Cho Chang." Cho replied politely, smiling.

"Ah, Miss Chang, what can I do for you today?" Dr. Jones asked.

"Hum…" Cho stammered.

"She has a tumor growing in her brain." Harry said it for her at last.

"Pardon me, a what?"

"A tumor," Cho said quietly.

There was a silence; Dr. Jones stared up the ceiling as if thinking about the word tumor. Then he finally said, "Don't be offended, Miss Chang, but may I ask? Are you a pure blood witch?"

Cho looked down, "No I am not, sir."

"Alas," Dr. Jones looked up at Harry, as if knowing that all Harry's hope lies in his words. "I am terribly sorry, Miss Chang, and Mr. Potter, that I have no cure for such a disease. I am sorry." He looked back down.

Harry could not say a thing. Cho saw the disappointment and the agony in his eyes. Finally, she said, "Thank you very much Dr. Jones. We won't take any more of your time. Good day." She headed out.

Harry followed her out without another word. His dream was once again shattered into pieces.

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They got home earlier than they had expected. Cho fixed some easy dinner and they dined in silence. So many times, Cho tried to start a conversation, but she stopped after looking up at Harry. Finally, she began, "Harry, don't be so sad, dying is not such a bad thing you know."

Harry looked up at her, "Why did you say that?"

"Well," Cho replied after a slip of wine, "If these days are the only days I have left with the world," she paused, "With you, I'd rather have some fun. I want to go travel, go see all the beautiful things in the world. And most of all, I want to see you happy. I don't want to die seeing the person I love in pain and misery. If I have to die, I want to die merrily, in your arms, with you holding me."

Harry looked down, as if digesting whatever she just told him, and then looked back up, "You are right, Cho, if these are you last days, I will make them the best time of your life." He smiled, a true smile from the deepest place of his heart, a smile that Cho longed to see for a long time.

After dinner, they cuddled on the coach under a blanket with a cup of hot chocolate in their hands. The fireplace was keeping them comfy and warm. The TV was turned on, but neither of them was paying much attention to it. The only thing that mattered to them at the moment was each other, hugging each other, having each other. Cho's midnight black hair fell on his cheeks, tingling him.

Harry smiled at Cho as she looked back. He put down his mug and gave her a tender kiss on the lips, sweet, tender, stinging. He brushed her hair with his fingers. Her hair was soft and silky; the sensation made him shiver…

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The sun rose from the east as Cho opened her eyes. She turned and saw still sleeping, so peaceful, so serene, just like a child. She watched as his chest moved up and down with the rhythmical breathing; she watched as his messy black hair fell on the pillow. She smiled. She looked at him a little longer then got out of bed.

After the breakfast was cooked, she went to wake Harry up. She tip-toed into the bedroom; Harry was still fast asleep. Somehow, she wasn't willing to wake him up. She sat there silently, "BOO!!" Harry jumped up, giving her quite a jump.

"Why you idiot! You sacred the hell out of me!" Cho yelled at him.

Harry was having a big grin on his face. Cho felt like he was a kid just accomplish something he thinks is really great. She couldn't help but let out a laughter.

Harry hugged her from the behind and she once again smiled. "You'll always love me right?" Cho asked in a whisper, "We'll always be together, right? Our hearts will always be together… right, Harry?"

The words felt like a million knives stabbed right into his heart. He tried to cover up the sharp pain and smiled back at her, "Always, always Cho, we will always be together, heaven or earth, we will always be together, forever, and ever, and ever, and ever, and ever…"

A/N: So yeah, that's the chapter, hope you would like it. Once again, I apologize for the delay. Thanks for reading, please REVIEW!!!!!!!!!!!