Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter or the characters. This is... my own idea. I can't seem to find any non-romance fictions based on Wood and Flint's... hostility... This is Wood centric. Whump. Takes place in a Quidditch match. Somewhere around first movie or second, not that I particularly care. Just know that Harry is really young in this... as is Wood in the grand scheme of things... WAYYY before the third movie. Will add more chapters. Trying to get back to whumpage... I'm a freak. I like whump. :P
WOOD POV
After a couple days, I learned several things about myself. One, that I couldn't carry all of my books and works to class with only one arm. Two, that I had some really great friends to help me. And three... I hated being so restrained and useless. I loved free mobility and this was simply ridiculous. I couldn't move my arm, I had to lie a certain way, and walking was still difficult. I knew I shouldn't be complaining, because I should - in all the reality of things - be dead, but it couldn't be helped. It was so frustrating.
Today, everyone was taking a trip to Hogsmeade. I was trying to decide whether to go or not. On one hand, I would rather lay in bed. On the other, virtually everyone was going and I didn't want to be left here alone.
In the end, I decided I would go. Might as well, after all. Since the Quidditch game, I had not been left alone once. Wherever I went, there was at least one person with me. Someone on my team, Percy, or another person on the Griffindor team. Sometimes the other captains - except Slytherine - would go with me too, which was strange. They were both nice though. Which was strange... I would never have expected enemies. Wow. Was that what I thought of everyone who was from a different class? Enemies? Well, surely we went up against them in Quidditch and class points. But they were all just students with personality similar to the ones we had.
I shook my head to clear if of annoying thoughts.
"Morning Oliver," Percy came back from showering, dressed in his finest travelling robes. He always got up at insanely early times, which I did not unless there was Quidditch practice or a game. He was crazy. Who in their right mind got up two hours earlier than they needed to every single day?
"Morning" I said, sitting up slowly and wincing as I did so. The pain had actually gone down a little, but it was always worse in the morning from stiffening.
"You coming to Hogsmeade?" Percy asked, and his eyes actually seemed to wait for an answer.
"Yes," I said, finally coming to a decision. It'd be much more fun there than here. There I could spend time with everyone else, doing something other than sleeping or going to classes. I didn't study. Studying is for nerds like Percy - and I meant that with all the affection I could put in towards my book-loving friend. I respected that quality though I didn't understand it. What was so fun about studying? I never got much excitement in getting back grades. Maybe if I got good grades I'd be excited. I might try that sometime.
"Great!" Percy's face lit up as good as his usually strict expression could. "Everyone's getting ready to go. We're leaving in an hour," he added. I looked at the clock in surprise. How did it get so late?
"Crap!" I shot a bit too quickly to my feet and stumbled, leaning against the head stand. Out of the corner of my eye I saw Percy stiffen and look away. He knew I hated when people saw me weakened. I closed my eyes, breathed in deeply, and put on my best cheerful smile. Turning back, I began to limp to the showers. Fortunately, I was so used to waking up late and managing to make it - close to - on time.
Hogsmeade was crowded with wizards and witches of its usual capacity. Too full. I looked around, watching for other students and anything of interest in the shoppes. I rarely went anywhere other than the Quidditch shoppes though. I loved all of the stuff that they had. Broomsticks, quaffles, bludgers (hexed to be more safe), snitches and all kinds of things that a Quidditch lover like myself would ever want. Today, however, I was going wherever my latest escort would take me.
Currently, Percy was with me and he was going down a deserted road (because no one else was headed to where we were headed) to a book store. Apparently, everything else in Hogsmeade was nowhere near as important as a book.
I simply forced myself not to roll my eyes and go along with him.
"You know. Normal people go to the fun shoppes," I say, with a teasing grin. He glances sideways at me with a look like I had just insulted the greatest idea in the universe.
"We aregoing to a fun shoppe!" He responded as though he really believed it. He probably did.
"Of course," I announce.
"What are you two little Griffindors doing all alone out here?" A familiar mocking voice called out. I froze. Percy stiffened, sighed, then turned around. The prefect then proceeded to fold his arms across his chest. I turned as well.
Flint. Draco. Three other goons whose names slipped my mind.
My hand was near my wand. Percy had stepped forward a little, in front of me.
"Move along," he said calmly, in what I call his "prefect voice".
Flint sneered at him. Anger made me tense and wince simultaneously. I hoped we were just in for another mocking session and then they would head on there way. It didn't seem like that would be happening, though.
"I don't think so," Flint mocked. I heard the warning.
Too late.
Locomotor Wibbly!
Beside me, Percy hit the ground with a thump because of the jelly-legs spell. "Percy!" I called out in alarm, grabbing my wand, but knowing it would be useless.
Expelliarmus! Pain jolted through my hand and my wand flew out. I turned and knelt down beside my friend, who was struggling unsuccessfully to stand. He reached for his wand, and like mine, it was cast away. Damn. With the Slytherines approaching, I knew something worse was going to happen. They had attacked a Prefect. They were't just going to joke around. We were screwed. We didn't have our wands. Percy couldn't even stand. I was next to unable to defend myself, with one arm in a sling, my broken ribs wrapped, and my body too sore to be allow simple movements without pain.
"What do you want, Flint?" I ask warily.
He kneels down in front of me with a smirk across his arrogant face, putting his close to mine. I force myself not to flinch away. I glare at him, wishing to hell he would leave. He responds with a light tap to my chest that makes me flinch.
"Don't touch him, you cowards," Percy snarls. He actually snarled! And he insulted someone! I feel as though there has been a huge revelation.
"Oh shut up, Weasely," Flint spits. "Silencio!"
And although Percy tried to speak, no sound came out. I glared at Flint with hatred evident in my eyes.
"We have some... unfinished business," he says to me with a smile. Before I'm ready, I find myself dragged to my feet by my collar, sending shooting darts of agony through my broken collarbone and making me call out. He lets go, shoving me against the wall and clamping a hand over my mouth. "Shut up," he hisses, though he looks at me with something similar to interest.
"Get away from me," I snarl, trying to shove him away but to no extent.
He slaps me, hard, jerking my head to one side.
"I said shut up," he growls, but his voice is quieter now. "This is the perfect time to break the Griffindor keeper and captain," he adds.
I feel a jolt of panic.
I manage to slam my fist into his face before a knee catches me below my broken ribs and I collapse to the ground as if someone had cut my legs off.
