Story Specs:

Wood x Granger

Teen rating (for now)

Post Hogwarts, Post War.

Not Canon

Chapter 1:

His mother had told him that he should get out of England before the war broke out publicly. He did eventually, and he had to take his sister along with him. Living in Canada seemed like a good idea. They did have relatives there but no quidditch. He left his career for better prospects for him and his sister. He had to move her away from all that death.

But that had been years before. It already had been 3 years since the war ended and he and his sister had already settled into their new lives. Taking odd jobs at first, he tried to make sure his sister was properly embedded into their new home, new city, new life. From muggle work such as serving foods at the local grocery store, office work for a window company, to finally working for the ministry of magic of North America as an assistant to the head of education. That had been almost 3 years ago and now he found himself, older, and been enrolled into a muggle college and un-splendidly single oddly enough.

"Ollie! I can't find my kilt!" Oliver rolled over and looked at the alarm clock by his bed. This was too early even for Rachel, to be scuttling around their home. He tried to close his eyes and tried to forget that it was only 7:15 in the morning and that he had to stay up late the night before because he had to finish last minute paperwork for his boss, Connor Whitmore. But it was a futile attempt as his 16 year old sister burst into his room looking disheveled. "I cant find my kilt and I have to catch the bus now!" she said.

"It's in the house Rach...just f-f-find it" Oliver said as he tried to suppress a yawn escaping from his mouth. He turned over to see his sister frantically searching in his laundry bin of, what he knew, were fresh clothes.

"Cant you just do me a favor and accio the damn thing!" the brunette girl said. Oliver surveyed her expression and reached for his wand, waving it wordlessly a blue skirt flew violently out of his clothes bin and pasted itself to Rachel's face. He watched as Rachel peeled it off of her face and stared at him with her blue eyes angrily. This would have amused him greatly if not for his sister's resemblance to their late mother. Oliver tried to push his mother's face out of his head and laughed sleepily as he tried to snuggled right back into his warm covers.

"By the way, day light savings time, it's 8:15 really...bye!" Rachel said before running out of his room. Oliver's eyes opened immediately while his hand grabbed his cell phone beside his clock. Flipping it open the screen displayed "8:19am". Cursing loudly he ran out of his room and into the bathroom him and his sister shared. She was still standing in front of the vanity re-adjusting her school kilt. She smiled sweetly at him and tried to say something he assumed wound be taunts about his disheveled look when he grabbed her skirt at the bottom and tugged it hard.

"Supposed to be a proper long school uniform..." he started before he let go as Rachel almost fell backwards into the damp shower/tub area. "Sod off! I'm wearing tights anyways! Any how! I have to get going. Temperature outside is -10 with wind-chill, you might want to apparate to school, the roads are filled with snow from last night still..." she said as she walked out of the bathroom.

"Be careful!" Oliver shouted through the suds from brushing his teeth. He heard her say "okay!' and a door closed clicked twice. Now he had hurry for school. Then at 2pm, when he's done, to his part-time job with Whitmore. He would not be home until 8 that evening and probably with a huge stack of parchment and assignment. Why did he have to make Math and Physics as his teachable?

2 hours later Oliver ran past bushes and trees trying to get to his second class for the day. Why did he have to take this way he should have just apparated nearer to the building. he honestly thanked his boss for this opportunity since it was he who suggested he enrolled into teachers school. This way he could teach at his sister's school in 3 more years, or work fully as the Junior Minister of Education. This was his second year in school and he liked having to go to classes again. But he always missed riding his broom freely as he used to.

He was a few meters away from the building when an owl swooped down and dropped an scroll of what he knew was the Wizarding Times. Finally he reached the building and after feeling like a trained mouse set free in a maze he found himself panting as he opened the door to his first class. Luckily the teacher had not started class yet. He found a familiar face and flopped right beside that person. In comparison he was already 24 years old while most of the people in his class were 20 but that did not bother him that much. Not until he started to think that half these people in his class have nothing else to bother with but school, the opposite sex and booze while he had to take care of himself, his sister, earn a bit more money to be able to send Rachel to college in a few years.

"Hey...did not miss anything...Chang hasn't even arrived yet" said Oliver's friend said. Oliver did not pay heed to his friend's obviously euphoric state. Looking to the front they watched as the door at the front burst open while a short Chinese man pushed an over head display into the room. This was their cue to take out their pens and calculators.

"Why are we taking this again?" Oliver grumbled as the teacher started to scribble questions on the overhead sheet. His friend turned to him and blinked a few times and shrugged. "Its our teachable remember..." Oliver shrugged and started to pay attention to the professor. Two painful hours later he was packing up his stuff trying to decide whether to go to his study group or go grab food. His friend asked him blankly. He was starting to wonder as to why Liam was looking so aloof of school today. That was not always the case, as he noted a few time that sometimes Liam looked like he was hiding a canary in his mouth, tense so to say.

"Mind asking?" Oliver said as he tried to suppress his laughter. He watched as Liam nodded happily at him.

"Did you..." Oliver started but it was interrupted by ringing and Lia reaching into his pocket pulling out a cell phone. Just by the tone of his friend he knew that it was Liam's girlfriend on the phone. Walking out of the building Liam finally shut his phone and looked at Oliver.

"Yes..." He said to Oliver. Oliver then commented that he did not even ask anything yet, but as Liam reasoned, "I already know what you were going to ask."

Oliver laughed heartily. In an hour he had to go to another class then to work.