This is my first story that is going to actually be longer than a one-shot! :) I have a few chapters already written and I plan on sticking with this one. Let's just hope the Muse doesn't abandon me.
This is NOT a RemusxOC romance. They have a different kind of relationship. This is a OliverxOC story. (Just because I love Oliver Wood and I always use Remus). FYI Oliver will be OOC, as in not completely obsessed with Quidditch. Don't worry, it's still important to him. I did take a bunch of creative license on this story. If things don't make sense the first couple chapters, please ask questions or stick with it because I promise everything will eventually be explained!
Disclaimer: I do not own the world of Harry Potter. If I did, you would never see me around in the muggle world :) Anything you don't recognize is mine. Oh, and I'm not getting paid for this even though I could really use the money haha.
It all began in the still of the night.
The full moon hung like a white orb in the dark, cloudy sky over the forest. All was quiet and still. All except for a solitary figure that was running madly through the woods. That figure belonged to Stellaria DeVera.
She couldn't stop running. To stop would mean almost certain death. It was good that her primal survival instincts had kicked in. Her lungs felt as if they were on fire, her throat was raw and parched, and her legs were about to give out. Perspiration dripped down her face and soaked her t-shirt. Her hands were clenched and clammy. She wished now more than ever that she had her wand. Oh, what she wouldn't give for it.
Terror gripped her heart and constricted her chest, making it hard to breathe. She had to find somewhere to hide. Seeing a tree not far away that looked fairly easy to climb, she made a beeline for it. Upon reaching the base of the huge tree, she grabbed the closest limb and heaved herself up. As her right leg began to come up, it scraped against a stray branch, ripping the jeans and leaving a long, jagged cut on her upper thigh. She gasped in pain, but continued to climb. When she reached a point where she could go no higher, she leaned against the trunk and dangled her legs over the branch. The gash in her leg was bleeding heavily and was beginning to sting. With both hands, she applied pressure to the wound and concentrated on steadying her breathing.
Then, she heard it.
A long, piercing howl echoed through the woods. She could tell it was getting closer. She closed her eyes and tried to escape the reality of what was happening. Her mind began to drift to happier times and she eventually forgot the reality that she was all alone, unloved, and about to die.
"Oliver! Oliver, no fair!" yelled the six-year old girl to her playmate, who was over for the afternoon. He was riding a toy broom and she was struggling in vain to keep up with him.
She had black hair and almond-shaped, dark brown eyes. Her skin was medium and she was smaller build. Her friend was lean and pretty tall for a six-year old. He had dark ginger hair and a thick Scottish accent.
"Is too fair, Rene!" he yelled back as he stopped and hovered slightly above the ground. When she caught up, she was breathing heavily and there was a scowl on her flushed face.
"Is not!" she cried, stomping her little foot. The sight of the girl, cheeks aflame, hair falling out of its place, arms crossed, and brows furrowed, caused Oliver to laugh.
"What's so funny?" she demanded.
"You," he said simply, eyes bright with amusement. Rene's frown morphed into a pout and then a puppy face with her bottom lip quivering. "Fine, you can have a turn," he relented.
The puppy face immediately turned to one of happiness and she clapped her hands, bouncing up and down. He touched back to the ground and handed her the broom. She excitedly mounted it with ease and, after sending Oliver a look of gratitude, she kicked off.
A cry of glee and pure delight escaped her mouth as she flew toward her house. Oliver followed not too far behind her.
"Mum! Mum!" she yelled as she neared the house. "Mum, look at-"
She was cut off as a massive explosion from the direction of the house hurled her backwards. She met the ground forcefully with a thud, which knocked the wind out of her.
"Oliver?" she whispered as she fell out of consciousness.
So what did you think? Keep going or forget about it? Please, please review! Reviews make me do my spaz-out version of the happy dance :D