To Know Fear.
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Harry Potter › Het - Male/Female
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Adult +
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To Know Fear.
I don\'t own any of the characters in this story. They belong to Ms. J.K. Rowling and several publishing companies. This tale is intended for fun, not profit.
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To Know Fear.
If you\'ve ever walked a forest and wondered how many bodies lay secretly buried there, you\'ll understand exactly why Cho had done what she\'d done. You see, the things we fear most are also the things that capture our mind\'s fancy. It\'s the bizarre masochist in all of us that makes us want to know, want to see what our worst fear is like. It\'s why those who suffer from vertigo can\'t help but peak down from a tower\'s edge or why arachnophobes linger in the zoo\'s insectarium. It is also the exact reason that Cho found herself kneeling on the floor of a draughty cottage with a silencing spell placed upon her.
When your body is pumped full of adrenaline, but you have no where to run, it becomes quite impossible to distinguish between being cold and being afraid. Cho shivered from head to toe and I suppose the exact reason for her discomfort had become irrelevant to her. She was closer to knowing fear, not just feeling it, but truly fathoming it, than she\'d ever been before. It had started after Cedric died. The sleepless nights, the endless thoughts; she couldn\'t bear not knowing what exactly had happened to him. What his very last moments were like. If he was brave or afraid, stoic or crying. It had become an obsession. Why him? There were two boys there that night.
She had asked Harry of course, but he never really spoke of it. Either he couldn\'t, or wouldn\'t convey what it had been like. How it had happened. So here she was, kneeling on that cottage floor, listening to a voice that shot straight through the very marrow of her bones.
\"Why are you here, little girl? Do you want to die?\"
Cho softly shook her head from side to side.
\"Look at me when I\'m talking to you.\"
She slowly looked up at that serpentine face. Her eyes red and swollen like hummingbird feeders. He paced back and forth, rubbing his chin with one hand like a man lost in thought. He knew why she was there. He could see into her thoughts. He knew, but he didn\'t understand. She hadn\'t come to fight and apparently not with intent to die, just to \"know\", whatever that ment.
\".\" .\" he drawled, \"I had your lover killed and you want to...know what it was like?\"
Cho nodded and felt the silencing spell lift from her.
\"Well, I hate to disappoint you, little girl, but I really don\'t remember. It wasn\'t very interesting, really.\"
The cold subsided from Cho\'s body somewhat, replaced by the unmistakable warmth of anger. Cedric might not have been interesting or important to him, but he was to her. She also felt angry for having come all this way, throwing all aside (including perhaps her life) for an answer that she was still being denied. Voldemort grinned at her feelings. Incomprehensible as she was, she did amuse him. He had once told Bellatrix that some people craved dying at the hands of great killers and this pretty young thing almost fit the bill. He couldn\'t let her leave empty handed; that would be most unchivalrous of him. So, with the flick of his wand, he summoned his pensieve.
\"Your lover\'s death may have been unmemorable, but this one wasn\'t,\" the Dark Lord said.
He stirred into the bowl filled with the silvery strands of time passed. Cho\'s face became illuminated by the dark, abysmal memory she was bent over. Her mouth fell open and her eyes grew wide, her nostrils slightly flaring with the rapid breaths she drew. There, in that moment, staring at horrors so abominable they had no place in the light of day, Cho knew fear. She lifted her gaze up from the pensieve and back into his crimson eye and softly lete out only one syllable.
\"Oh.\"
Voldemort smiled now and pushed the pensieve aside.
\"Impressive, yes? But I dare say I can do much better than that, don\'t you think, my dear?\"
A bony hand brushed Cho\'s neck ever so slightly, engulfing her in glacial chill. All she could do now was close those beautiful eyes of hers and surrender to fear.
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To Know Fear.
If you\'ve ever walked a forest and wondered how many bodies lay secretly buried there, you\'ll understand exactly why Cho had done what she\'d done. You see, the things we fear most are also the things that capture our mind\'s fancy. It\'s the bizarre masochist in all of us that makes us want to know, want to see what our worst fear is like. It\'s why those who suffer from vertigo can\'t help but peak down from a tower\'s edge or why arachnophobes linger in the zoo\'s insectarium. It is also the exact reason that Cho found herself kneeling on the floor of a draughty cottage with a silencing spell placed upon her.
When your body is pumped full of adrenaline, but you have no where to run, it becomes quite impossible to distinguish between being cold and being afraid. Cho shivered from head to toe and I suppose the exact reason for her discomfort had become irrelevant to her. She was closer to knowing fear, not just feeling it, but truly fathoming it, than she\'d ever been before. It had started after Cedric died. The sleepless nights, the endless thoughts; she couldn\'t bear not knowing what exactly had happened to him. What his very last moments were like. If he was brave or afraid, stoic or crying. It had become an obsession. Why him? There were two boys there that night.
She had asked Harry of course, but he never really spoke of it. Either he couldn\'t, or wouldn\'t convey what it had been like. How it had happened. So here she was, kneeling on that cottage floor, listening to a voice that shot straight through the very marrow of her bones.
\"Why are you here, little girl? Do you want to die?\"
Cho softly shook her head from side to side.
\"Look at me when I\'m talking to you.\"
She slowly looked up at that serpentine face. Her eyes red and swollen like hummingbird feeders. He paced back and forth, rubbing his chin with one hand like a man lost in thought. He knew why she was there. He could see into her thoughts. He knew, but he didn\'t understand. She hadn\'t come to fight and apparently not with intent to die, just to \"know\", whatever that ment.
\".\" .\" he drawled, \"I had your lover killed and you want to...know what it was like?\"
Cho nodded and felt the silencing spell lift from her.
\"Well, I hate to disappoint you, little girl, but I really don\'t remember. It wasn\'t very interesting, really.\"
The cold subsided from Cho\'s body somewhat, replaced by the unmistakable warmth of anger. Cedric might not have been interesting or important to him, but he was to her. She also felt angry for having come all this way, throwing all aside (including perhaps her life) for an answer that she was still being denied. Voldemort grinned at her feelings. Incomprehensible as she was, she did amuse him. He had once told Bellatrix that some people craved dying at the hands of great killers and this pretty young thing almost fit the bill. He couldn\'t let her leave empty handed; that would be most unchivalrous of him. So, with the flick of his wand, he summoned his pensieve.
\"Your lover\'s death may have been unmemorable, but this one wasn\'t,\" the Dark Lord said.
He stirred into the bowl filled with the silvery strands of time passed. Cho\'s face became illuminated by the dark, abysmal memory she was bent over. Her mouth fell open and her eyes grew wide, her nostrils slightly flaring with the rapid breaths she drew. There, in that moment, staring at horrors so abominable they had no place in the light of day, Cho knew fear. She lifted her gaze up from the pensieve and back into his crimson eye and softly lete out only one syllable.
\"Oh.\"
Voldemort smiled now and pushed the pensieve aside.
\"Impressive, yes? But I dare say I can do much better than that, don\'t you think, my dear?\"
A bony hand brushed Cho\'s neck ever so slightly, engulfing her in glacial chill. All she could do now was close those beautiful eyes of hers and surrender to fear.