Harry Potter and the Order Of the Phoenix [49]
“Don’t worry Ron! I’ll be fine!” said Harry, looking at himself in the mirror. Once he was satisfied with how he looked, he walked out of his room with Ron saying good-bye, and then back to the common room, trying to avoid as many fans of his victory as possible. Harry, however, was no match for the Creevey brothers. Colin and Dennis ran up to him, and didn’t stop congratulating Harry until he walked out the door. Apparently, they had gotten back their obsessive liking of him.
As he left the room, and started on his way down the stairs, to the Great Hall, a thought came to him: he didn’t know where the Ravenclaw common room was. Harry started to panic, what if Cho thought he didn’t come because he didn’t like her? Just as he was starting to really worry, he heard footsteps coming down the hallway. Harry walked over to see who it was, and to his relief, it was Cho.
She was looking especially pretty tonight, dressed in a shorter silver robe that went up to a little above her knees. Her hair seemed longer, and it was a darker blonde than it usually was. Harry felt almost ugly next to her, he hadn’t bothered to change anything except his robes. Now that he was thinking about it, he should’ve at least combed his hair a little more. Cho, however, looked indifferent to Harry’s appearance. She smiled and walked over to him.
“Hello Harry!” she said, smiling. “Shall we?” she extended her arm to Harry, and he took it. They started walking toward the door out of the castle when Harry had another thought: how were they going to get to Hogsmeade? Just as before when Harry was worried about how he was going to meet Cho, he felt panicked again.
As they got closer and closer to the door, Harry’s fear rose. Did she expect him to have something ready? Were they going to walk? They arrived at the door, and Cho pushed it open. Just as before, an enormous feeling of relief came over Harry.
There was a giant broom outside. It was at least fifteen feet long, and definitely not for playing Quidditch. At the tip, there was a small wizard dressed in a blue suit, with a square blue hat on his head. He waved a white gloved hand at Harry and Cho, and she led Harry onto the broom. He sat behind the blue-clad wizard, and Cho sat behind Harry, her hands on his waist.
“Where to kids?” asked the driving wizard. He had a friendly voice, and it made Harry feel less nervous and more confident.
“Hogsmeade,” said Harry. They shot up in the air, and Cho squeezed his sides. They flew through the air at a fast speed, and Harry saw that they were definitely not taking the shortest route. He had been to Hogsmeade many times before, and they were not following the quick way that the Hogwarts students followed. This was probably just a technique to extend the pleasure of the evening, thought Harry.
Even though they didn’t take the shortest path, it didn’t seem like a long time before they did arrive at Hogsmeade. They landed, and after Harry and Cho got off, the long broom shot off again, just as fast as when Harry and Cho first got on it.
“Let’s go in Harry,” said Cho, still smiling. Harry spun around, still looking at the sky for the broom, and saw the theater. Harry’s first thought was: this was no Muggle theater. It was at least half a mile long, and half a mile high. It was covered in flashing lights of every color, and searchlights came out from everywhere on the top. As Harry looked around even more, he saw that he and Cho were by far not the only people there. There were people of every age around the entrance of the theater. Harry recognized a few students that were there, and there were some wizard and witch couples there that looked like they were just as old as Dumbledore.
Cho pulled Harry in the direction of what appeared to be the door to get in. It didn’t look like a door at all though, it looked like a pool of water that had somehow been turned sideways, and attached to the side of the building. Harry walked closer to it, gaping while Cho pulled him slightly towards it. Cho stopped when she got in front of the