A/N: Ok, this takes place during Chamber of Secrets (if you notice any ideosyncracies, point them out to me. . . I switched the time so I might have missed some)that's all you need to know, I think. Oliver's a 6th year, so's Sylvia, and hell, so's Davies. I know this is non-canon (I HATE anachronisms) but it makes my story SO much easier, so tough bananas to those who disagree). Percy is one too, as is Penelope Clearwater (who's also supposed to be a year younger).

DISCLAIMER: All characters and places in this fic (except Sylvia "Sardonic Wit" Townsend) is the property of one J.K. Rowling

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Capto Fidelis

Chapter 1: "I Remember You"

Oliver strode down the hallway with Percy Weasley, heading towards Defense Against the Dark Arts. For once, he was early. Probably because Percy had dragged him out of the dining hall. He sighed. That Yorkshire pudding had looked tempting He clsoed his eyes for a moment, rationalizing how it would have improved his Quidditch practice, and was startled by Percy's voice warning him about---

Bang!

Oliver felt himself slam into something, and saw books scatter across the hallway. He bent down to pick them up, and looked up into the thing he had bumped into. An unfamiliar girl. A very attractive unfamiliar girl.

"Er. . . Sorry." He said, flashing her a grin.

She raised an eyebrow and continued to gather her books.

"My name's Wood. Oliver Wood. And you would be?"

Oliver felt Percy kick him, then heard a fervent whisper. "Oliver, she's in our year!"

The girl had evidently heard Percy and smiled. "Hullo Percy." She turned to Oliver. "Wood. . . Yes, I remember you. You used to cheat off me in Potions." She slung her bag over her shoulder, winked, and walked off.

"Honestly Oliver!" Percy exclaimed. "Don't you even know anyone besides Gryffindors?

Oliver shrugged. "Apparently not."

Percy rolled his eyes. "Her name's Sylvia Townsend. Ravenclaw. I assume you know her year now, and she's one of Penelope's friends. I've noticed she always gets high marks in Transfiguration, but mediocre in Charms and Defense Against the Dark Arts. Very nice, bright. . . I'm better than her at chess, though she and Penny have always competed for high--."

Oliver patted Percy on the back. "Ok, Perce. . . I get it. Does she pl-"

"No. But she dates someone who does."

Oliver raised an eyebrow.

"Davies."