Ok so maybe there will be a few more parts haha ^.^ I'm not very good at doing what I say I'm going to do!

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Marcus watched as the inhabitants of Hogwarts gently carried the bodies of the dead and injured into the castle. Biting his lip he saw Oliver leap over a chunk of rock and stop short. His head turned to the side as if he couldn't bear to see the sight in front of him. Neville Longbottem, who Marcus thought didn't look as pathetic as usual, quickly approached to Oliver's side and staggered back. Feeling curious Marcus took a quick step forward but stopped himself, he wouldn't be welcomed. Most of the people on the light side still considered him to be a death eater.

"You don't belong here Marcus" he whispered softly to himself.

He watched as the long face man crouched down and covered his eyes. Oliver reached a hand over and gripped his shoulder in comfort. But Marcus could tell even from where he was standing that Oliver was in just as much pain, maybe Neville couldn't tell but Marcus had known Oliver too long to not notice. Squaring his shoulders the ex Slytherin slowly started walking towards Neville and Oliver. He quickened his pace when he saw Oliver slide off his jacket. Oliver had just gotten the jacket off completely when Marcus reached them and gripped his wrist.

"Don't."

Before he could speak another word he found a wand pointed right in-between his eyes.

"Neville don't, he's on our side."

Neville gave a sideways glance at Oliver but refused to lower his wand. Though his arm did slack somewhat.

"Marcus Flint on our side, I find that hard to believe."

Gritting his teeth Marcus suddenly felt very regretful for all the times he had every made fun of or bullied the man who could cause him serious injury or even kill him!

Oliver raised his hand and set it on Neville's arm. "He's here for me."

Neville raised an eyebrow in confusion. "Why would he be here for you? To kill you, sure, but you two hate each other! He hates anything Gryffindor"

Oliver's eyes searched Neville's, begging him to understand.

Marcus swore again, it was his fault they were in this mess. He hadn't wanted to tell anyone about their relationship when they were in school and soon after leaving school Marcus had taken the dark mark and had lost Oliver. No one had known they were ever together, well except for a few of their more nosey friends who couldn't keep to their own business, but luckily they had stayed quiet.

"Bloody hell Longbottem!" Marcus rolled his eyes; he was so sick and tired of people assuming they knew anything about him. Yes he wasn't very nice, and yes he picked on the Gryffindor's, but he wasn't nice to anyone Gryffindor or not. It's also true that he did like messing with the lions, but only because they usually fought back! "Merlin Longbottem I'm sorry, I shouldn't have been such an arse, but you have to believe me; I'm here for Oliver."

Marcus could only assume it was the desperation in his voice that made Neville lower his wand, but in all honesty it didn't matter, the wand was out of his face and that was what mattered.

Marcus now free to move around turned his head to look at what had caused the Gryffindor so much pain. He bit his lip when he saw the blond curly hair. He recognized the young boy. He use to run around the school and take pictures of potter. He couldn't have been more than 15 years old.

"I don't understand!" Marcus was snapped out of his thoughts when Neville spoke.

"What don't you understand you bloody pra-?"Marcus was stopped short by an elbow to his side. Rubbing his side he glared at the shorter Scotsman.

"What don't you understand Neville?" Oliver asked slowly.

"You two bloody hate each other! Why would he help because of you?" Neville's eyebrow shot up in confusion.

Still glowering Marcus turned to Oliver with an amused expression. When Oliver turned to him with wide eyes Marcus turned away. He had tried to tell Longbottem already but Oliver had stopped him so now the captain was on his own.

"Well you see Neville, Marcus and I- well you see-". Marcus scoffed and grabbed Oliver's hand, but stayed silent. He wanted Oliver to say it. Oliver smiled up at the dark haired Slytherin with appreciation. "Marcus and I, well we've been together since 6th year." He decided to leave out that they weren't currently together.

Neville's mouth dropped open with shock.

"But but- what?"

Marcus ignored the bumbling fool and walked over to the still figure lying on the ground. Shrugging out of his own jacket he laid it over the body. Kneeling down he went to pick up the body but was stopped by a strong hand clutching his shoulder, looking up he found Oliver staring at the body with tear filled eyes.

"Oliver, I can-".

"No please, let me."

Nodding Marcus backed away and Oliver moved forward to lift the body. Once it was safely in his arms Neville adjusted the jacket, and then the solemn group began their trip towards the castle.


Ok I know some of you are curious about the whole wand thing, and I promise it will be explained next chapter.

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