Almost as Enemies
Chapter 1
By Ginavere
A/N: This is my first story with Oliver Wood in it. The guy who plays him in the movie (Sean Biggers… something) is really hot- I know I am speaking for a lot of 'ff.n-ers' when I say that. I got the idea for this out of nowhere imparticular just out of the blue. I wasn't sure of any teams other that the Puddlemere United team, the Chuddley Cannons, and the Irish and Bulgarian teams so I made one up.
"Marcus Jeffrey Flint, if you don't open this door right now, I'm going to curse it!" Megan Landon yelled as she pounded her fists on the big wooden doors in front of her. The rain was pouring down and soaking through the black robes she was wearing. She knocked again. She set down the bag of sugar that had been sitting under her arm and banished it in through an open window, hoping desperately that it knocked Flint unconscious.
Megan Landon was a member of one of the proudest and longest wizarding families. She had spent every summer in her mother's house by the Flints. The Carbet Castle looked small on the outside. To the untrained eye it was viewed as a small cottage, but a secret door inside revealed it to be an underground mansion. Inside lived Michael, Shannon, and Stephen Carbet. Michael Carbet had married Megan's mom when she was three, only a year after Megan's father had died.
Although she lived with at Carbet Castle during the summer, Megan spent the school year at the Salem Witches' Institute in Massachusetts. During holidays she spent time with her paternal grandfathers. Although he was a fully trained wizard, he preferred to spend his days living like a muggle. Megan preffered her life with him over her summers.
Her stepbrother, Stephen, was one of the people who made her summers miserable. He went to Hogwarts and was on the Slytherin quidditch team. Almost everyday, his teammates would be over at their house making a mess.
It was still raining the next day when Megan left for work. She worked as a barmaid at the Three Broomsticks for Madame Rosemerta. It was late in August, and she had only been working there for about a month. The morning was slow because most people hadn't wanted to come out in the rain.
Around noon a group of quidditch players from the Serpents' reserve team came in for lunch. Megan was annoyed to find that Marcus Flint was among their numbers. Half an hour later the Puddlemere Reserve team came in for lunch. Megan was partial to that team because she had been invited to play for it, but had turned it down for a year. The Puddlemeres had three girls on their while as the Serpents had none.
Three of the guys from the Puddlemeres sat down at the bar. Their hair was wet from the rain, but they looked as if they had changed into clean robes unlike the Serpents.
"Hi," said one of the guys at the bar, "I'm Todd, and these two here are my mates, Matt and Oliver." He smiled at her showing off perfect white teeth.
"I'm Megan," she pulled back a piece of strawberry blonde hair that fallen into her eyes.
The subject soon turned to the quiditch world cup game that had happened the week before and the fiasco that had followed it.
"I reckon that he's back," said Matt shaking his head slightly and looking down into his mug of butterbeer.
"I know he is," Oliver added, "Fred and George Weasley wrote me. Cedric Diggory was killed… supposed to join us on the team this year, too. Poor chap. Poor Harry."
"Harry Potter?" asked Todd.
"Yeah. He was my seeker when I was captain of my house team," answered Oliver.
"You mean you haven't heard about the attacks, then," said Megan. The boys shook their heads and looked at her curiously, "In Boston right before I finished school… brought my grandfather out of retirement and back into the American Ministry." The four of them stared down at the bar and were silent.
"We need more butterbeer over here!" yelled a Serpent from the opposite corner of the room. Megan shook her head and brushed back her hair.
"I'll be right back," sighed Megan. She grabbed a dozen mugs of butterbeer and placed them on a tray. Balancing the tray on her hand, she walking over to the Serpents. She set the tray down on the table and turned to leave. Some behind her grabbed her arm and pulled her to the side, a ways from everyone else. Marcus Flint was standing behind Megan.
"You shouldn't hang around those guys, Meg," he said to her. He looked around to make sure no one else had heard him. " 'spically not that Todd guy. He doesn't belong with us." Megan pulled her arm out of his grasp.
"You can't tell me whom I can and can't be friends with," she said. She grabbed the tray from the Serpents' table. "By the way, it's Megan." She headed back to the bar.
A/N: What'd ya'll think? Please review. Flames are welcomed- if necessary- unless they are from my sister. (Not that my sister quite knows what a flame is. Check out the one she wrote under my name for 'Muggles and Mudbloods')
*****Disclaimer: J.K. Rowling owns everything except Megan, Steph, their parent peoples, Megan's grandfather, Carbet Castle, Todd, Matt, and the Serpents (which she can take if she wants, I don't want them. Go Puddlemere United!!!)