Disclaimer:
We do not own Harry Potter and company, nor do we own Hogwarts and so on. Those belong to the amazing JKR. Though we are claiming Crystal, Liam, Raven, and Nave. Those belong to US. Smiles evilly
Authors Note:
This fan-fiction is a combination of four different people's characters and plots. In the first five or six chapters you will see each characters past story, and how they come to meet each other. Each of the four main characters are based off of the writer. That means that there are FOUR DIFFERENT WRITERS for this story. I am the writer for Crystal. Imakeeper is the writer for Liam. My 'Beta typer chick', Emily, who I am now calling monkey, is the writer for Raven. My friend, Emily (who will stay as Emily in my mind and in these author notes) is the writer for Nave. We have all written our own character past story, but will share the credit for the fic as a group and not as individuals. Though I'm sure that this fic has us all writing side stories (I've already written three) and those can be and will be on the side and placed as individual work. Imakeeper has a account on as do I(obviously) but Monkey and Emily do not, so if you wish to comment them, feel free to do so through my reviews and message boxes.
LIAM'S PAST STORY
"'…You've earned everything you found/And painted faces brown/I'll say I knew you when.' And that was Yellowcard's Lights and Sounds. Coming up is a new one and I'm sure you'll love…"
Liam was psyched. He had just heard his song on the radio for the first time on the way to start his new life. He wasn't singing it, but he did write it. He was going to use it, but thought the boys of Yellowcard needed it more than him. He went way back with them. He didn't have anyone to call. He had friends, but there weren't really his friends. The boys of Yellowcard were his friends, but they were probably calling their loved ones about it. His older brother is back in England, the only family he has left. And to top it off, completely oblivious to Liam's existence. Then there's Rave, someone he met a while back. A crazy dude that's wicked fun to hang out with, but Liam had one problem with him—he flirted with him every second he got a chance.
Liam left everything behind when he got the chance. He risked his record contract too, but left under the excuse of working on his next two albums, which management loved. True he would be working on that, but he had more important things to take care of. He missed his brother dearly, but would do it all over again. The past decade had been one big blur to sixteen year old William 'Liam' Wood. Now things were just beginning to get interesting.
Liam is a fairly laidback dude. This upcoming rock star has the All-American look. His medium length spiky blonde hair and piercing cerulean eyes could melt any heart. This ladies man was quite popular among guys too, but Liam never crossed that line, or so the public and his brother believed.
Despite being a talented musician, vocalist, and songwriter, Liam is also known for his charity work in the Bono's DATA and Edun organizations and his work with Amnesty International. Despite the fame and fortune he's still a down to earth guy. In his mind, nothing beats eating hot pockets and drinking a venti mocha frap from Starbucks in a t and comfy jeans just watching the game without a care in the world..
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"WILLIAM ORION WOOD! Get your arse down here this instant!" Andrew Wood bellowed to his youngest son that could give Mrs. Black's portrait a run for its money.
"So Oliver, what house do you want to be in?"
"Gryffindor of course! Like you da and everyone else. Hufflepuff's not too bad. Auntie Amelia (Bones) and Uncle Adam (Abbott) came from there didn't they?
"You're too smart for your own good, Ollie my boy. You'll go into Ravenclaw for that! Nice for you to join us Liam" Andrew said as Liam walked into the kitchen.
"Eat up boys. We're leaving in an hour. And your room better be clean before you go Oliver. Or you are not getting a broom. I'll swear on my parents' grave!"
"Ok, ok. We'll eat first. You'll help Liam? Right?" Oliver asked with his puppy dog eyes.
"Fine! But for the record you're worse than me. I'm seven and I don't do that!"
"That's my boys!"
"What does that say about you then da? If we're so horrible, isn't that…" Liam was cut off by Oliver's hand.
"We're off to clean now" Oliver said hesitating.
(Scene change, up in Oliver's room)
Oliver's room was a normal wizarding boy's room. Some quidditch posters, a few maps, music equipment and CD's (his da was pro-muggleborn/Muggle), books, trophies, action figures, comics, etc.
"You won't forget me?"
"How could I forget my quidditch obsessed little brother?"
"I am not obsessed?"
"Name all of the quidditch teams in the number of championships they have won."
"Puddlemere United, Appleby Arrows, the Hollyhead Harpies…"
"Enough!"
"But you…"
"I'll owl you every week. Take care of da."
"I will."
The two ran around like crazy cleaning it up. No house elf to help them so they had to do it all by hand. The two did happen to find one of Oliver's textbooks and his wand.
"Thanks Liam. I would have been doomed!"
"No problem. I am the smart one after all."
Liam on the other hand was definitely the quidditch obsessed Wood son. He took after his da more than his older brother. He had a stockier frame and a paler completion. His hair was pale blonde while his brothers was a honey blonde, almost brown. Oliver's eyes were a striking brown, Liam's a deep blue. Liam was a quidditch fanatic… it didn't help his da played for Puddlemere United as seeker. Every inch of the room was covered in Puddlemere merchandise. His walls were blue and gold. Everything from the fan blades to his rubbish can was blue and gold striped.
"'Liver you'll play keeper?"
Liam was only seven, but he was very smart.
"I can't 'til next year anyways, you know that Liam. No one can play first year. We can play together in a few years. We'll be in Gryffindor together! I'll make it next year. And you know I'm more of a seeker!"
"Yeah. All the other houses will have to watch out for the Wood Brothers! The Sons of the Great Andrew Wood! You'll be seeker and I'll be keeper. We'll be unstoppable. A real threat! The house cup will be in McGonagall's office forever!"
"Liam you need to take care of da. It's going to be hard at first. Be strong. It's going to be hard for me too! Owl me too! Don't mess with my room. I'll be back for Christmas" Oliver said as he messed up Liam's hair with his hand.
"Watch the hair!"
"That's my Liam!"
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The Wood brothers never got that chance. They would see each other again, but not for some time. Tragedy had stuck, not solely the Wood family, but the British Wizarding community and the international quidditch community.
They never saw it coming.
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Just days after Oliver had left, Andrew began to get nervous. Panic overtook all senses of judgment. They wouldn't still be there if…
Andrew cast as many locking spells, wards, and protection wards around the house and one particular cubby. The floo connection had been disconnected for years and permanently removed. The only people that could reopen it would be Amelia Bones and Albus Dumbledore, but only they and no one else could enter.
It was a surprise when two figures managed to get into the house one day undetected.
"Liam hides in here. Don't come out. Say Puddlemere if a man in a white mask tries to get you. Hold onto that ring as if your life depends on this" Andrew tried hard to say strong for his son. He had been quite foolish to not have taken Minerva's advice. And now he would pay for it.
"Well if it isn't the great Andrew Wood" the first figure said.
"It's a pity you weren't in Slytherin. We could have done great things together" said the second.
"It's a pleasure" Andrew said sarcastically.
"Too bad you didn't pick me. You just had to pick that traitor. You didn't know when to mind your own business. And then you tried to save Regulus. You are more foolish than his brother."
"How dare you! I would rather die than ever share a bed with you Snivellous!"
"That can be arranged" said the second.
"Oh the great Lucius Malfoy. Is Snape your bitch now? I thought you had better taste. Narcissa was a great catch. You are the Potters of the dark side aren't you?"
"This is a personal matter Wood. Narcissa is doing fine. It's a pity she won't here from you again."
"You didn't?"
"No I didn't. Not yet."
"First the Potters. Now you" said Snape.
"You won't get away with this!"
"Your poor children will be orphans. Unless I rape them first. That seven year old son pf yours looks like he needs to be broken in properly" said Snape.
"It's a pity that the great Andrew Wood has to die today" said Malfoy.
"You bas…"
"Avada Kedavra."
In a flash or eerie green light. Silence. And then the two men left. Liam was scared. He remained silent and fell asleep.
The last few words he heard haunted his dreams, well for lack of a better word, nightmares.
"It's such as shame. We could have been great."
"Severus get over it. You are lucky I came with you. Stop ranting about your homosexual regrets. It is not my fault Wood chose another."
(Hours later)
Liam focused hard and managed to break free from all of the magic his dying da had cast to protect him. He looked at his dead da and tears began trickling down his face. And then he saw a man he recognized.
"Liam it's me, Uncle Garrett. We have to go now. Oliver will be fine. He's staying with some old friends of your father's and mine so he can stay at Hogwarts."
Dragon in tow, Liam went off with his uncle. He just knew it was his uncle. Liam was not a naturally trusting lad because of his sense of empathy. He didn't have much skill for it, but he knew when people were lying or being genuine. Garrett shrunk all of the important items—documents, family tapestry, the signet rings and photos, and Liam's stuff and put them in his pocket. He did the same with Oliver's but sent the boxes with the family owls.
"Snitch, Quaffle. Take this to Marty. Make sure he reads this. He knows everything already."
"I'm going to miss you two!" Liam said before giving each of the owls a hug. Tears were trickling down his face and the owls let out a low hoot each in recognition of his pain.
So with Nick, the stuffed Norwegian Ridgeback in his left arm, Liam took Garrett's extended arm with his right. And in a second they were gone…off to start a new life.
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"Excuse me Pomona, can borrow Mr. Wood for a moment."
"No problem at all. Is everything alright Minerva?"
"Yes, I just need to speak with him for a moment."
"He can have the rest of the class off. I'm sure he can get notes."
Oliver quietly walked out of Greenhouse 7 with his head held low. The pair walked silently to her office.
"Have a seat Oliver."
Oliver was silent. A thought surged through his mind: "Did I do something wrong?"
"I have some bad news for you."
"I didn't do anything… give me another chance!" Oliver said with his famous puppy eyes that even the normally stoic Professors Snape and McGonagall could not resist.
"Your father was murdered."
"Nnnoooooooooo!" Oliver bellowed. Tears became floods.
"There's more. They didn't find Liam."
Oliver looked up. He wiped his eyes and nose on his sleeve. Minerva saw the red puffy eyes and red nose slowly fade back to normal.
The red puffy eyes had a glimmer of hope.
"He's not gone" was all that escaped his lips.
"Oliver?"
"He'll be back."
"Oliver?"
Minerva couldn't bear to witness any more of the boy's anguish. The closest experiences she had to this was when she was forced to tell James Potter his parents were killed during his sixth year. Oliver and Liam's father went through a lot too. A good friend of James and Lily—a year ahead of them and quidditch star on Puddlemere for a decade. Both had ended in tragedy, but nothing compared to his marriage.
Authors Note:
Ok, I know, really un-cool place to stop. But I want to spread out the past stories. So come back tomorrow when I have posted the second half of Liam's Past story. Now you need to REVIEW.
