Hello, I've wanted to write an OliverxMarcus story for forever. Please be kind. I know I'm not the best writer, but please be kind and review!
OK and on to how I see Marcus and Oliver. I see them exactly how they are in the movies. I absolutely love how Oliver looks and the fact that he's Scottish! And now to Marcus, I really like the fact that he's not perfect, and he has bad teeth, it makes me happy to write him and Oliver together for that fact. I just like to think that Oliver likes to be with him even though he isn't perfectly gorgeous!
Ok rant over!
Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter!
Oliver wood ducked as a spell flew over his head.
"Aquamenti!" Oliver sent a blast of water toward a death eater who was aiming a wand at a blond haired teenager.
Shocked the small boy spun around and his wide brown eyes locked onto Oliver's hazel pair. Giving the boy a small nod Oliver turned and aimed another spell at a passing death eater.
He had come back, come back to fight in this battle. He was trying to make the world a better place for the future.
Ducking under another spell thrown over his head: he cursed.
"Bloody hell!"
Feeling something hard hit him from the back he was propelled forward, knocking down men and women that were close to him. Looking up towards the person or thing that had knocked him down he found himself staring into the many eyes of a giant spider. Gawking at the creature with wide eyes he felt around for his wand, but found nothing. Biting his lip he scurried back, trying to get away from the giant spider stalking after him.
"Incindio." a blond dash by the wall Oliver had been cornered against and aimed the fiery curse towards the giant arachnid. Oliver watched as a tall dark skinned man ran up and shot his own spell. Once the beast had been defeated the blond turned around and knelt down beside Oliver.
"Oliver, are you ok?"
Looking up into a pair of dark brown worried eyes he gave a determined nod and pushed himself off the ground. He didn't come to sit around he came to kick some death eater butt.
Dusting off his pants he glanced around looking for his wand but it was nowhere to be found. Looking back to the young girl in front of him he gave a small smile, and answered, "Yeah I'm alright. Thanks Katie."
Nodding Katie dashed back into the throng of the battle wand raised, ready to throw spells.
Glancing around to the people around him he saw a tall man with dark eyes who he recognized to be Corbin Flint, Marcus Flint's father. Seeing his old classmate's father Oliver couldn't help but think of Marcus. He thought back to the conversation they had just had before Oliver had made the flight back to Hogwarts.
Flashback
"Oliver I just can't." Marcus flint crossed his arms over his chest and leaned against the tall tree they had met under. To say Marcus had been surprised to hear from his old flame would have been an understatement. After the other had dumped him none to gently after he had taken the dark mark, Marcus had figured he would never again speak to the Scotsman. But when he had seen the handsome man's owl outside of his window his heart had been filled with hope, but after reading the message attached to the creatures tiny leg he had fallen into a deeper depression than the one he had suffered after they had separated.
Oliver's face twisted into a dark sneer. "And why can't you flint? You keep claiming to have had the mark forced on you, but I have yet to see that to be true."
A pained expression made its way onto Marcus's face. "So it's Flint again? Hah- whatever I tell you, it doesn't matter you won't believe it." Raising his eyes he met a pair of narrowed chocolate brown eyes staring defiantly back at him. Marcus ducked his head again when he saw them. "I never said it was forced on me."
They fell into an uncomfortable silence. Marcus stared into the distance with a frown, and Oliver kicked the ground trying to make some kind of noise. Marcus realized this so he gave a humorless chuckle.
"I did it for you; I thought that it would keep you safe."
Slumping against the tree he raised his head to look to the ever darkening sky. "I was a fool."
He was so caught up in his own grief he didn't heard the slightly smaller man slowly walk towards him to grip his right wrist. The British man watched with lowered eyes as Oliver lifted a finger and rubbed it across the black tattoo. Giving a small shudder Oliver looked up into the eyes that had just been observing him so intently.
"Flint- Marcus the only thing I would ever ask is for you to help me."
Giving a small shudder at the desperation in Oliver's voice Marcus reluctantly pulled his arm out of the light haired man's grip and looked to the ground, "I just can't Ollie, please understand, they were my friends. I can't fight them."
"You're a coward."
Marcus shuddered and went to speak again, but he managed to stop himself from speaking the words he considered to be undignified. He wanted to beg Oliver to stay with him; forget about the war, just leave the country and be safe.
Marcus scoffed, he would never suggest this to Oliver; he knew the Gryffindor would never run away. He would die than run away.
Hearing the small tell-tale pop of an apparition Marcus slid to the ground and hung his head.
He had given up his only chance of ever reconciling with the only man he had ever really loved.
End flashback
"Oi, captain!"
Glancing over his shoulder he found one of the Weasly twins running towards him. The red heads arm was out stretched and a wand was tightly clutched in his hand.
"George!"
George reached Oliver and bumped his fist carrying the wand against his chest.
"Here wood, take it." Seeing the lowered eyebrow George gave a small chuckle, and sent a spell over his shoulder at a death eater slowly stalking towards them. "I saw you drop yours." he pushed it into Oliver's hand. "You need a wand, just take this one."
Clutching the unfamiliar wand in his hand it felt cold, there was no warmth like with his own wand. He didn't feel any connection with this it.
Giving him a slight grin George ran into the mass of people with a comical yell, "charge!".
Oliver couldn't help but shake his head in amusement. He had always found amusement in his old team mates antics, he and his brother were the funniest people Oliver had ever met.
His thoughts were cut short though when he was once again knocked to the ground, but this time by an out of control spell.
Grunting Oliver pushed himself up by his elbow and heard a soft cracking sound; He looked up and found a rock plunging towards his head. Eyes wide Oliver rolled to the side, just barley escaping the stone block.
"Whew."
Wiping the sweat from his brow Oliver felt warm liquid on his fingers, looking down he found blood coating his tan hand. He was bleeding, when had he been hurt?
Leaping up he dismissed his head and grabbed the pilfered wand. Running into the mass of people he frowned. Looking around he could understand why Marcus didn't want to fight, just looking around now he could see multiple people he had went to school with, people he barely knew, but Marcus, he had known some of them for years, they had taken classes together, even played on the same quidditch team.
Plus Marcus' parents were death eaters, the ex-Slytherin may say he doesn't care what his parents think, but Oliver knew he did.
Hearing a snarl Oliver found himself staring at a hairy teenager.
"Travis winters."
The hairy man gave a ferocious snarl showing sharp canines.
"Well if it ain't Oliver wood." When Oliver raised an eyebrow the werewolf growled and lunged forward teeth snapping dangerously close to Oliver's neck, but the quidditch captain stuck his wand and shouted a spell before the teeth met their mark.
"Bombarda!" The spell hit its mark and threw the werewolf back knocking him into a group of death eaters.
Panting Oliver turned in circles searching for his next opponents, and he found it in the eye of Marcus Flint's father.
"Well, well, well if it isn't the mudblood that brainwashed my son."
Frowning Oliver brought his wand forward and gave a threatening gestured to the older man. This just caused the older man to grin.
"Oh so the mudblood has a little bite." he said this with such malice that Oliver took a step back.
Jumping forward Corbin threw a spell towards Oliver. He blocked it and threw his own back. They spared back and forth, and it only ended when the Flint patriarch shot a spell and knocked the borrowed wand out of Oliver's hand. Watching the small piece of wood fall into the crowed courtyard Oliver turned and stared with wide eyes at Corbin.
Grinning Corbin twirled his wand in his hands and aimed it at Oliver with a loud humorless chuckle.
"Avada kedavra!"
Oliver watched as the bright green light sped towards him. Squeezing his eyes shut he thought of his family, his friend, and of Marcus.
He knew he loved Marcus; he had loved him since their days at Hogwarts. He had loved him ever since their first bone crushing handshake. Giving a small shuddered sob he clutched his hands at his sides. He wished he could tell Marcus he loved him, he didn't want the last thing he said to him to be anything other than the loving phrase.
Just as the green light was about to hit him, he felt a body fall into his own causing him to move out of the path of the killing curse.
When his body hit the ground his eyes snapped open in surprise. He found himself looking up into a pair of dark grey eyes. Oliver's eyes widened with surprise when he recognized them as being Marcus', he made to speak but was interrupted by Marcus grabbing his shoulders and hauling him to his feet. Raising a hand he brushed it across Oliver's cut, grimacing when it came back red.
Marcus was broken out of his trance by his father snorting. "How did I know you would come to protect the mudblood? Your mother and I are so disappointed in you." Shaking his head wand held aloft he continued. "All you've been doing, since you were born, was disappointing us."
"Well Father, if protecting the ones I care about disappoints you then fine." He gripped Oliver's hand. "I will protect those I love, and I'll do whatever I can to make sure you won't hurt another person." His eyes held such determination Oliver's breath caught in his throat.
Oliver's heart leapt into his throat; Marcus still loved him even after he had left him so cruelly. Leaving Marcus had been one of the hardest things he had ever had to do. When he had seen the menacing tattoo on the ex-Slytherin's forearm, he had been furious. Oliver had felt betrayed by someone he thought he could trust. It broke his heart to walk away but he knew he had to; he couldn't stay with the enemy.
So he'd left.
The older flint sneered and sent a cutting hex their way. Both Marcus and Oliver jumped out of the path of the curse; when he landed Oliver whipped his head around when he heard Marcus give a pained grunt.
He found a slash across Marcus's chest and it dripped small droplets of blood, but Marcus was up quickly aiming his own curse back to his father. Oliver jumped up flinging his arm out to throw a spell, but remembered that his borrowed wand had been lost. Cursing he searched around for another, but came up empty handed. Looking back at the two dueling flints he frowned, Corbin was gaining the upper hand quickly.
"Expelliarmus!"
Oliver watched as Marcus' wand shot out of his hands and flew out of sight. Letting out a creepy cackle Corbin raised his wand, and like any death eater began to gloat.
"Well son, I do believe that you won't be protecting anyone anymore."
Oliver's eyes widened and he couldn't help the terrified yell that escaped from his mouth. He knew the spell Corbin would throw, he needed to warn Marcus.
"Crucio!"
Oliver stared in horror at Marcus writhing in agony on the ground. He had to do something to help Marcus. Looking around he found a good sized rock, using his years of quidditch he chucked the rock at Corbin and caught him on the shoulder. The man stopped his spell and clutched his bruised shoulder.
Glaring up at Oliver he sneered and raised his wand in Oliver's direction. "Crucio" when the spell hit Oliver he fell to the ground. He couldn't stop the painful gasps from escaping his lips. It felt like he was being torn apart from the inside, like a thousand needles were stabbing him all over his body. The curse was finally lifted after a few moments, and Oliver shuddered. Walking towards him Corbin lifted him up by the collar of his brown jacket.
"Time to die mudblood."
Aiming his wand under Oliver's chin, the tip began to glow a rich dark green "Avada Keda-," he was interrupted by a red spell that blasted him off his feet and knocked him into a half erode pillar. Oliver who Corbin was holding stumbled forward with the force of the spell, but caught himself before he fell over. He glanced over to the slightly thrashing figure and tightened his lips. He couldn't help but feel sorry for Marcus' father, but he did bring it upon himself.
Taking his eyes off of the now still figure he found Marcus posed arm outstretched, wand aimed, and chest heaving.
"Marcus."
Oliver slowly shuffled over to Marcus, keeping an eye on the people around him. The crowed seemed to be thinner than the start of the battle. He bit his lip when he saw the bodies littering the ground. Shaking his head he continued his journey to the enraged figure.
When he reached Marcus' side he lifted a hand and gripped the big hand holding the long piece of wood. When his fingers touched the wooden stick Oliver gasped.
"The wand-." He was interrupted by Voldemort's amplified voice.
"If you continue to resist me, you will all die, one by one…
There will be two parts coming after this, just two little short parts!