Title: What is this Feeling?
Rated: R for situations/language
Summary: Harry loves Oliver. But how does Oliver feel about Harry? Will they ever end up together, or will Harry stay miserable forever? R&R Please!
Pairing: HP/OW
Disclaimer: Characters came from the genius mind of Rowling, not myself unfortunately.

Chapter 3: Emotion Damage Leaves Scars Too

A small muttered Diffindo could be heard coming out a vent in the hallway directly outside Moaning Myrtle's bathroom. Wood couldn't make out who said it but was all the same curious. He wished he could walk inside and go look but he had two things preventing that. First, he had to find Harry now, and the second coincided with that, seeing as Harry couldn't have been there, it was a girl's bathroom. He ran down the staircase to search the Great Hall and grounds to the school.


"Diffindo" muttered Harry, sitting on the toilet seat in a stall in Myrtle's bathroom. He was beginning to cry.

How could I have done that! thought Harry Why? My life is ruined even more now. Why live!

Harry rolled up his sleeve again and placed the tip of his wand on his paled skin.

"Diffindo" said Harry again, moving his wand rapidly across his arm, creating a very deep, violent slash. Blood began to ooze down his arm and wand as the tears on his face continued streaming down Harry's face. The first of many tears rolled off his chin and onto the cut, burning his skin as he pulled the wand away and placed it on his wrist.


Oliver had searched the Great Hall, and everywhere on the grounds, including Hagrid's Hut and even Harry' favorite tree for him, but no luck. No one had seen him in a while, since the morning, right before their Quidditch practice.

He began to make his way up to Gryffindor Tower to see if maybe he had run back upstairs. Passing Myrtle's bathroom again, he heard the same strange voice as before. This time, his curiousity got the better of him and he quickly and quietly slipped inside, unnoticed, to take a look.

The ground inside was wet and slippery and Oliver nearly fell multiple times and was afraid whoever it was inside had heard him. He turned the corner and faced the many lined stalls.

From his view he could see every stall but none showed and signs of an occupant. He was torn. Reveal himself to find anyone or leave unsatisfied. He thought for a moment, and suddenly, he slipped. After recoverying, he ran behind a very large, bulging sink.

Well, I guess that decided for me, huh? At least I don't have to reveal myself, hopefully they show themselves though, thought Oliver. He peered out just slightly, hoping to glimpse whoever was in the stall.

Some small movement could be seen from the center stall, and a small, bright green eye poked out from the little slit in the stall between the door and the wall. He had found Harry.


Harry heard someone enter the bathroom. His immediate reaction was to lift his legs off the ground so he could not be seen from outside. He removed his wand from the place on his wrist, and sat quietly, barely breathing.

He heard whoever it was slip a few times and then a loud thud, then everything, all the movement, just seized. Harry was curious what had happened and pressed his eye to that tiny slit in the stall. Noone was visible, he figured they had left or were hiding around the corner. He was done here, so he got up and made to leave, cautiously, as not to be seen. But, as soon as he stepped out, a figure emerged from behind a sink.

"Harry?"

"Oliver, what are you doing - "

" - I could ask you the very same thing..."

"Well...you first." said Harry, anxious to know, yet trying to buy time so he wouldn't have to explain why he was there, or at least create an excuse.

"Well, I went looking for you, searched everywhere, I was on my way back to the Gryffindor tower when...I had to use the bathroom. Yup, just couldn't hold it any longer, so I rushed in here, and slipped." lied Oliver, wanting things to unfold before he declared his real reason, "and yourself?"

Nothing had come to Harry, so he just made up the lamest excuse imaginable.

"Well, I ran down here to hide...and...studying, hoping things might dying down a bit while I did"

"Potter, why do you look like you've been crying recently? And by the way, I know you just lied to me. Everything you said was audible outside. It's called ventilation."

Shit! He heard!

"Whatdya mean? I was just studying and hiding...that's all..."

"Really? And would you care to show me your arm Harry?"

"What? My arm? Why?"

Fuck, he can't see!

"I heard the cutting charm, twice actually, now show me your arm."

"I was just cutting a page - "

" - Well then, you should have no problem at all showing me your arm, hmm...?"

Harry thought quickly, and concluded that he was not getting away without showing Oliver his arm, or attacking him, and he was not going to attack him.

He lifted up his sleeve. Oliver gaped as he saw the horrid picture of freshly bleeding, very deep cuts.

A/N: Sorry if this chapter was a little slow moving and short, and pissed some people off,please don't kill me! But it's pretty much essential to happen to push the story. Trust me. And sorry for all the POV changes, it created a nice effect, I thought so anyway.