Hello people and welcome to my new story
So, a few things you should know
This story is spread over three years so one book per year
And yes this is the first one don't worry
Also the chapters might be extremely short but oh well
And I've already written this entire thing so don't worry about me not finishing like my other stories (woops sorry)
There'll be a new chapter every Saturday
And lastly, obviously I only own the plot and my oc's
Alright Imma shut up now

'Potter, Harry!' Professor McGonagall's voice boomed through the Great Hall. In a matter of seconds, everyone went silent, and then started murmuring.

'Harry Potter, the real Harry Potter?'

'Which house d'you reckon he'll be in?'

'I heard he defeated Voldemort as a baby by punching him on the nose so hard You-Know-Who died.'

'I heard someone sold him out to You-Know-Who.'

'I heard he's been living with muggles ever since.'

Everyone looked up to the little eleven year old sitting on that old crappy stool. Well, almost everyone. Oliver Wood was looking towards the Ravenclaw table. Especially at a certain sandy-haired witch. Oliver had known Mai Finley for five years now. It seemed like it was just yesterday they were both scared little first-years on the train to Hogwarts. Oliver had liked her for a while now, but this was the first time he just couldn't keep his eyes away from her. She looked gorgeous. To Oliver, Finley had always looked beautiful, but now, seriously, drop dead gorgeous. He had spotted her on Platform 9 ¾, and he almost stumbled over his trolleys.

'Oi, Oliver, we got Harry Potter! The Harry Potter!' Oliver was snapped out of his staring by Thomas, one of his best friends. The way Thomas said Harry Potter's last name, it sounded more like Pottah. Oliver smiled at the thought and looked down the Gryffindor table. Thomas was right, the little messy-haired eleven-year-old sat down next to Percy Weasley. That git had become Prefect, and he wouldn't shut up about it. Oliver didn't sit close by Percy, but he had heard him talking to a few second-years.

'His father was an amazing Quidditch player, d'you think he'd be any good?' Oliver stated, more to himself than to his friends.

Jess rolled her eyes, 'D'you think of anything else besides Quidditch?'

'What's the problem with Quidditch?' Oliver asked offended. His friends laughed. It had always been like this; his friends just didn't understand Oliver's obsession with the sport. Ever since Oliver had first riding a broom when he was around five, he had been hooked.

A few names later, Ronald Weasley was also sorted into Gryffindor. 'Another Weasley, more Quidditch material?' Thomas joked.

'Let's hope so, maybe he's as bad as Percy,' Oliver sighed. Charlie Weasley may have been the best Seeker Gryffindor had seen in a long time, and the Weasley twins were amazing Beaters, but Percy Weasley couldn't even so much as mount his broom. Oliver should know, he'd had flying classes with the guy.

'Oh, almighty Quidditch God,' Jess had closed her eyes and folded her hands, 'will you please gift the young Ronald Weasley with an amazing Quidditch talent?'

Thomas had joined in, 'It would make our Quidditch-obsessed-friend oh, so happy.' The two of them snickered.

Oliver looked longingly over at the Ravenclaw table. Not only because two of his other friends were sitting there, two friends who weren't this crazy, but also because Jackson was sitting there. He longed to sit next to her, holding her hand and listening to her talk about her Summer. Snap out of it, Wood. It's never gonna happen anyway, Oliver told himself. He quickly turned back to his friends, but he wasn't fast enough. Thomas had seen him look.

'Oh, I get it. Little Ollie is too smitten to laugh at our hilarious jokes,' Thomas puffed, and Jess acted fake surprised.

'I'm not smitten, Tommy, I was just waving hi to—'

'That Seeker girl?' Jess interrupted.

'Ralph and Liza.' It was a lie, all three of the Gryffindor fifth-years knew it. But, lucky for Oliver, his friends let it go.

The rest of dinner Oliver, Thomas and Jess talked each other's ears off. They talked about their Summers, Quidditch, upcoming lessons, Quidditch, Jess gossiped about the other girls from their year and some more Quidditch. The Quidditch mostly came from Oliver.

Later that evening, the three Gryffindors met up with their Ravenclaw friends, Ralph and Liza. 'Elizabeth Tanner, what is this I hear about you not being a Prefect? Even Ralph is one!' Thomas exclaimed when they saw the Ravenclaws.

'No, of course that doesn't hurt, no need to apologize,' Ralph muttered staring at the wall in front of him, but Thomas didn't listen. Oliver snickered, and so did Jess.

Liza clicked her tongue, 'Don't know what to tell ya, I guess Oliver's crush took the spot.'

Oliver sighed hard enough for everyone to hear, 'She's not my crush, okay?'

'So, you weren't totally checking her out just now during dinner?' Jess crossed her arms.

'And you didn't trip over your trolley when you saw her on Platform 9 ¾?' Thomas smiled evilly. Oliver looked at him with a surprised look. 'Yeah, I saw that.'

'Wait,' Liza snickered, 'that actually happened? You tripped over your trolley?'

Oliver felt like a fool. Of course, Thomas had seen that, that guy saw all the embarrassing things Oliver had ever done in his life. From tripping over at the last second before entering Platform 9 ¾ his first year to this. 'Ya know, it's getting late,' Oliver lamely changed the subject, which told his friends exactly what they'd been thinking. They burst out in hysterical laughter. Oliver wasn't one to go red in the face, but his ears burned deep red. 'I hate you all, and I'm leaving.'

Just as Oliver turned the corner, he bumped into no other than Mai Finley. 'H-hey Finley,' Oliver stammered. He noticed his friends getting quiet.

'Oh, hey Wood,' Finley greeted him with a far-off look on her face, like she was thinking hard. It took Oliver a minute to stop looking so deeply into her eyes. 'Have you seen Williams?' Of course, Oliver had seen Ralph Williams, he was right behind him.

'Yeah, he's right there.' Oliver pointed behind him, in the direction of his friends.

Finley looked over his shoulder, 'Oh, wow, thanks anyway.' She walked right passed a baffled Oliver.

Oliver slumbered against the wall, looking at the ground. He then heard Thomas and Jess snicker. He put up his middle finger and turned around, walking away.

'Wait, Ollie!' Thomas screamed, obviously trying to embarrass Oliver in front of Finley.

What an arse, Oliver thought, but he stood still, waiting for his fellow Gryffindors to catch up to him.

They walked a couple of meters before Thomas and Jess burst into fits of laughter again.
'Come on, let me have it,' Oliver sighed.

'"H-hey Finley."' Thomas imitated. Oliver hoped he hadn't sounded like Thomas.

'You tripped…over your….' Jess just couldn't get it out.

'Trolley, yeah, I know. By the way, I didn't actually trip, I just almost tripped.'

Thomas slapped Oliver on the back, 'Whatever you say, mate.'

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