'I can't believe they're cancelling Quidditch.' Oliver Wood sat surrounded by his team mates. Their match against the Hufflepuf Quidditch team had just been cancelled. They were ready to play when professor McGonagall, the Head of Gryffindor House, came to tell them the game was cancelled and to go back to the common room.

'There must have been another attack.' Katie Bell mumbled. She was sitting between the Weasley twins opposite to Angelina Johnson and Alicia Spinnet. The twins looked at each other and then stood up informing with the other students about what they knew.

'They better have a good reason.' Oliver said ignoring Katie's words. 'We were ready to play. If this is a trick from Diggory to….'

No one was listening anymore. They all knew about Wood's insane theories. Their captain was obsessed with Quidditch. He ate it for breakfast, lunch and dinner, that is if he had time to eat. He breathed it, he lived it.

Percy Weasley once said he ought to marry his broom. After telling his brothers that Oliver sometimes mutters Quidditch terms in his sleep the team could do nothing more than share Percy's opinion.

Oliver just kept rambling. '…ridiculous. I mean….'

'Shut up, Wood!' A voice called from behind him. It surprised him. Most people usually called him by his first name.

He turned around to see Morgan Clearwater. The younger sister of Penelope Clearwater. Although she resembled her sister in nothing. Penelope was a Ravenclaw Prefect in his year. Morgan was a Gryffindor student in her fourth year. Her sisters hair was blond, but Morgan's hair was chestnut brown. The only thing the two sisters shared were their clear blue eyes.

Currently they were looking at the two boys that had just come into the common room. Harry Potter and Ron Weasley looked beaten. 'What's going on Harry?' Katie asked immediately.

Harry didn't look at her, but continued to the stairs at the other side of the room. Ron did look up, right at Morgan. 'I-I'm sorry.' He uttered. 'Percy found them. He…' Morgan shook her head at his words. It couldn't be true. Not Penelope, not her.

'Miss Clearwater?' It was professor McGonagall who came in after the boys. 'If you w…' But Morgan didn't listen to her. She pushed passed Harry and ran up the stairs.

Instead of taking the door to the girls dormitories she opened the door to the boys. She was used to going up there and to the dormitory where the boys from her year slept. Spending various nights laughing with the Weasleys. But she didn't go to the dormitory of the fourth year boys. She opened the door two doors down from that one. Inside she hid behind one of the beds. The tears came before she was ready for them. Spilling on her shirt and skirt.

She heard the door open and footsteps coming closer. All she could hope for was Percy Weasley, her sister's boyfriend (although no one was supposed to know), to come and tell her it was all a mistake and Penelope was just in the Ravenclaw common room with her housemates.

'Morgan.' But that was not the voice of Percy Weasley. 'Are you okay?' She looked up to see Quidditch Captain Oliver Wood kneeling beside her. He looked truly concerned. She shook her head and more tears spilled.

'She..she…' Morgan uttered, but her tears stopped her from speaking full sentences.

Oliver carefully placed an arm around the girl. He wasn't used to these kind of things. The worst tears he had to deal with were the tears on Katie's face after a lost game. Those he could make vanish by saying she'd have to keep it together and uphold their dignity. He left the comforting shoulders to the Weasley twins.

'It's okay.' He whispered and sat down next to her. Morgan buried her face in Oliver's chest. He could feel the tears dripping on his uniform. 'It's okay.' He whispered again and carefully rubbed his hand over her back. 'It's all gonna be okay.'

Morgan calmed down a bit. Having Oliver comfort her felt really good. Suddenly she blurted out something that had caused her nightmares for weeks. 'What if I'm next?' Carefully she looked up at Oliver.

'You won't.' He said with a calm voice.

'But…'

Oliver stopped her. 'I won't let it happen.' He said and pulled her a little closer.

A tingling went through Morgan's stomach. She looked down at Oliver's uniform to avoid his gaze. She would never admit that she sometimes studied the way it flowed down his body during Quidditch matches. How she was entranced by him when he guarded the rings. Even if the Quaffle was nowhere near him. It wasn't an obsession, nor a crush. It was something different. At least that was what she told herself.

Her tears had formed a wet spot in the fabric of Oliver's uniform. It clung to his chest. 'I'm sorry about your Quidditch uniform.' She mumbled shyly as she touched the damp fabric.

Oliver gasped inaudible at the gentle touch of her fingers. A strange tingling went through his chest. 'It's okay. You're more important than Quidditch right now.' He mumbled looking down at her. Morgan blushed and Oliver realised what he'd just said. 'Sorry, I don't know why I said that.' He uttered confused.

'I won't tell anyone.' Morgan whispered and sat up. Oliver looked at her. He wanted to say he didn't mean it like that, but something in her eyes told him she understood.

At that moment the dormitory door opened. 'Morgan?' This time it was Percy's voice.

'Here.' She said and stood up. Percy came towards her as Oliver stood up as well.

'Oliver?' Percy looked surprised at the sight of his classmate. 'What are you doing here?' He asked as he stopped before them.

'Just providing a little comfort.' He mumbled. Carefully he let his hand slide down Morgan's arm. She looked at him as an unwilling smile danced over her lips. 'I'll let you two to talk.' Oliver smiled at Morgan and left.

As he walked down the stone steps to the common room he was still unsure of the scene that had just taken place.

'Wood.' Another Weasley called out.

'How is she?' Asked his identical twin. The hole in his uniform gave away that it was George who asked the question.

'Morgan…' George's brother, Fred, began.

'..she's our friend and…' George continued.

'…we're actually kinda worried.' The twins finished together. Oliver had gotten used to the twins finishing each other's sentences. Still it bothered him sometimes, but not today.

'She's gonna be okay, I think.' Oliver brushed through his hair. 'But could you guys keep an eye on her?' He looked at the two red heads.

'Like we don't do that already.' The twins protested.

'Just keep an extra eye on her.' Oliver said agitated. 'Anything happens to her, I blame you two.' He pushed past them.

'Yes, Captain.' The Weasley twins called after him.