Chapter Ten: Disaster
Oliver felt hands grab his shoulders and start shaking him. Why is Bijou shaking me? Was his first thought. His second was, Bijou isn't this strong, is she? After not knowing exactly what was going on, he decided to open his eyes.
Fred and George were in his room. George was the one shaking him, Fred just stood there watching both Bijou and Oliver. "Oi! Stop looking at her!" Oliver snapped.
Fred looked at him and smiled, "Sorry, mate."
George let him go, and Oliver fell back to the bed. "Why the bloody hell did you wake me up?"
"You're needed down at the Quidditch pitch. You can bring her too," Fred replied.
"I didn't schedule a Quidditch practice this morning. Angelina is the captain now. Or have you forgotten?" Oliver grunted.
"We haven't forgotten. You just need to be there," George smiled.
"What for?" Oliver continued.
George and Fred exchanged smiled. Uh oh, Oliver thought. They both pulled out their wands and began levitating him. "You can walk down fully dressed, or you can levitate down half naked, your choice." They said in unison.
"I'll walk, I'll walk!" Oliver said laughing. "Just put me down!"
Fred and George released him and he flopped to the bed. This woke Bijou up. She jumped off the bed, looking at Oliver with horror. Then she caught sight of Fred and George, "Shit! What are they doing here?" She snapped.
Oliver handed her a blanket, she was only wearing one of Oliver's shirts. It covered about half way down her thigh, but it still wasn't good to be showing that much skin. "I'm going down to the pitch, love. You can get dressed and come, or stay here and sleep."
"Well I can't bloody sleep any longer with those two eye balling me. I'll get dressed," Bijou's eyes were wide. Why hadn't I just worn my pajama shorts? She moaned.
Oliver shooed Fred and George out of the room so Bijou could dress in peace. "Sorry about all this, I know you wanted to sleep longer."
"It's not like you planned any of this," Bijou said as she began pulling on the skirt she'd brought. Oliver, as always, watched her in fascination.
"I know. I haven't got the slightest idea what's going on!" Oliver said, watching her take off his shirt.
I do, Bijou smiled. "Me either."
"That is definitely a bad thing to do around me," Oliver thought out loud. She was now putting on her bra, and he, being the pervy husband he is, was watching intently.
"I can see that," Bijou laughed, her eyes scanning his body. Oliver blushed.
Bijou finished dressing and they went to the pitch together. Bijou noticed that it was about seven in the morning when they got to the pitch.
The couple walked onto the pitch, Oliver unsure of what was going on, and Bijou smiling. Oliver saw his entire team standing in a line, all beaming with some unknown secret. Without notice, they all started clapping, for him.
Oliver look at Bijou, who was now walking to be in the line. "What are you lot playing at?"
"To commemorate the greatest Captain and Keeper of all time, we would like to present you with this," Angelina said, she nodded at George and Fred who held out a replica of the Quidditch Cup.
Oliver was speechless. He was beaming as Fred and George handed him the trophy. "I don't know what to say."
"Say you like it. We couldn't give you any good gifts, like Bijou here. But we found something suitable." Fred laughed.
"Thanks everyone. This means a lot to me," Oliver smiled. He couldn't have been given a better present.
Oliver couldn't stop smiling as he set the cup down. Bijou walked over to him and gave him a hug. "You knew about this?"
"Yes. It wasn't my idea though! They did it for you," Bijou smiled at everyone.
Oliver smiled and everyone came to hug him. Oliver heard, "We'll miss you!" and "Good luck!" from everyone.
Bijou didn't see a reason to go to class. School was over at the end of a week. She begged Oliver to skive off with her. He didn't need much convincing.
They had walked out and sat beside the lake. Bijou took of her shoes and dipped her feet in the cool water.
Oliver laid on his back and watched the clouds float lazily across the sky. He felt Bijou put her head on his chest and put his arm around her. He closed his eyes and began dreaming of their life together.
"Mr. Wood! Ms. Sauveterre!" a high-pitched voice screeched. Oliver, grudgingly, opened one eye. Once he saw who was standing there, he sat up, both eyes opened wide.
"Professor McGonagall!" Bijou shrieked.
"Of all the people to be skipping class! You two are the last I'd expect. Fifty point from Gryffindor each!" McGonagall yelled.
Bijou hung her head with regret. "Sorry, Professor."
"What were you thinking?" McGonagall continued.
Bijou and Oliver made sure to go to their classes the rest of the day. McGonagall was keeping a watchful eye on them.
That night, Bijou snuck into Oliver dormitory. She wanted his comfort. He would make her feel better for skiving class.
They slept peacefully, for about two hours. Professor McGonagall decided to have a 'bed check'. Which was odd. She'd never had one before.
"Students are to remain in their beds until the bed check is complete. Understood?" She shouted. The students did as she said, thankful they didn't have to get up.
McGonagall got to Oliver's bed. She saw Bijou there, her head buried in her hands. "I expected better of you, Ms. Sauveterre."
McGonagall was disappointed in Bijou and Oliver. She escorted Bijou back to bed, her head hung low. Embarrassed beyond reason.
The following morning, Bijou didn't come to breakfast. Oliver was worried and asked Angelina to check on her. Angelina nodded and went to her.
"Bijou? Are you in here?" Angelina called.
"Yea," Bijou sniffed.
"Is everything all right?" Angelina asked. Katie and Alicia came in to the dormitory behind her.
"No," Bijou cried.
Angelina put her arm around Bijou delicately. The girls sat together and comforted her.
Wednesday night:
Bijou tossed and turned in her bed. She couldn't sleep. Nor did she want to. She'd been plagued with dreams of her mother's last night alive. She was fearful of the same thing happening to her. It was terrifying to her. What if she died? What if her baby died?
Bijou laid in her bed. Listening to the wind howling out side. She saw shadows moving around the room. Probably someone up to get a drink, or to use the lavatory, Bijou thought, trying to ease her mind.
She watched in fear as the drapes around her bed parted. Someone was in the room that wasn't supposed to be. Bijou screamed as loud as she could, hoping to wake someone up.
"No one is going to hear you girly. All the girls are asleep," the man laughed. It wasn't just any man. It was the same man. The one who had murdered her mother.
He put his hand over her mouth, barely letting her breath. "Is it true you're the daughter of Adelaide Rosalie Charbonneau?" Bijou nodded, she needed time to think.
"Is it true you're with child?" He asked again. Bijou nodded once more.
"Is it true that you're child is a girl?" He continued.
Bijou shook her head, 'no'. The men around her looked at each other. This was her chance. She pulled out her wand and thrust the butt of it into the man's shoulder. He howled in pain and jumped back.
Bijou shouted, "Help!" at the top of her lungs, praying someone would rescue her.
Oliver woke up when he heard a girl's scream. Bijou, he jumped out of bed and went to wake Reid.
"Oliver! You bloody prat, let me go back to sleep!" he pushed Oliver away.
"Get your arse out of bed! Bijou is in trouble, get McGonagall!" Oliver insisted. Reid still didn't move. Oliver put the tip of his wand to Reid's temple, "I said now."
Reid got out of bed and walked to get McGonagall. He and Oliver had made it to the stairs when they heard Bijou's cry for help. Reid's eyes widened and he picked up his pace.
"Hold on Bijou, I'm coming." Oliver began ascending the stairs.
"No one can hear you. They're all asleep," The man laughed.
"You remember what happened to your mother, don't you?" another man snarled.
"Yes, she told you lot to piss off," Bijou snapped.
"You remember wrong. She begged for our mercy. 'Don't hurt me, don't hurt me,' " the two men laughed.
"I think you're mistaken. You were crying for help," Bijou smiled at their displeasure.
"Our grandfather would not condone this sort of behavior from one of his descendants," one man made to slap her, but stopped.
"Leave her alone!" the door burst open. Oliver stood in the door way, his wand pointed at the men.
The two men began laughing, "Lover boy is here to save the little slut. How charming."
Oliver smirked and raised his wand, "Expelliarmus!"
The wand belonging to the man on Bijou's left flew toward Oliver, who expertly caught it. The other man simply laughed. Oliver raised his wand again. The man smiled, "I wouldn't do that. You wouldn't want her pretty little neck to be red."
Oliver lowered his wand, catching sight of the silver knife now at Bijou's throat. Could I use the Vanishing Spell on the knife? He had no other choice at the moment.
He pointed the wand at the man who was trying to sneak up on Oliver to retrieve his wand back, " Petrificus Totalus!" The man's body when rigid and he fell onto the hard floor.
"Very good, have you ever thought about being a Death Eater? You're quick on your feet," the other man cackled.
"Evanesco!" Bijou cried. The knife at her throat vanished into thin air.
Professor McGonagall ran into the room at that point. She used the Body-Bind curse on him and he fell to the floor as well. "What's going on here?"
"These men killed my mother because she had me and they were trying to kill me and my baby." Bijou cried.
"They tried to kill you?!" McGonagall shouted. She levitated the men and looked at them with her cold stare.
"Yes, Professor. They had a knife to her neck," Oliver said, attempting to reach Bijou.
"Mr. Wood! What are you doing in the girls' dormitories?" McGonagall yelled.
Oliver looked at McGonagall, "My wife was in trouble. I wasn't going to wait around for everyone else while her throat was being slit open!"
"Your wife?" Minverva McGonagall had never heard of such a thing. Students being married.
"We got married over the weekend. If you didn't know, we're having a baby." Oliver explained.
"I was fully aware of that, Mr. Wood. Wait for me in the common room," she walked over to Bijou to make sure she was ok.
Oliver hung his head. So much for doing something good, he thought.
"Oliver! Wait!" Bijou called to him. He turned around and watched her practically jump on him. She hugged him tightly, whispering 'thank yous' in his ear.
He smiled and kissed her cheek. "You would have done the same."
"That I would have. I'll get you out of is, I promise!" Bijou smiled and let him go.
Oliver sat nervously in the Headmaster's office. Professor Dumbledore was being briefed on the situation outside of the office. Oliver wondered how many points would be taken. He wondered what exactly would happen to him, he was certain his parents would be informed of the matter.
The door behind him opened and closed. Oliver turned to face Dumbledore. He had give up on trying to get a story, the truth would be revealed no matter what he'd say.
"Morning Oliver. I expect you slept well for the time allowed," Dumbledore said yawning.
"Sort of, Professor." Oliver said.
"As I must know the facts from both parties, or all three in this case, care to inform me of your side?" Dumbledore put his hands on his desk, his blue eyes peering through his half moon glasses.
"Well, Professor, I heard someone scream and I thought about Bijou, we're married, if you didn't know. I got up and asked my friend Reid Pierce to get Professor McGonagall. As we got to the stairs, we heard a cry for help. Reid went to get Professor McGonagall and I ran up the stairs to make sure Bijou was safe. I wasn't thinking about the stairs, I was just thinking about saving her," Oliver said.
"I am fully aware of your marriage, and of Bijou's pregnancy. Why didn't you go fetch Minerva yourself?" Dumbledore asked.
"Because I feared for Bijou's safety., Professor. Luckily I had made it in time. They were going to cut her throat," Oliver explained.
"Well then. It was an act of bravery. That will be all. Minerva might take points away from your house. But I am rewarding 20 points to you and Reid Pierce for saving Mrs. Wood." Professor Dumbledore dismissed him.
"Professor, can I as why I was let up into her room?" Oliver asked, the question had been weighing on his mind since it had happened.
"Your intentions were of a good nature, not for sexual desires in any form," Dumbledore explained simply.
Oliver nodded and left the room. He walked back to the common room. He knew Bijou had been taken to the Hospital Wing, but it was too late to see her.
The next morning, Oliver went to the Hospital Wing to see his wife. When he saw her, she had a tear stained face and looked like she hadn't slept. He walked up to her and took her hand in his.
"Are you ok?" Oliver asked.
"Madame Pomfrey is getting potions mixed for me. I guess they had put a curse on me without me knowing. She said it's making me very sick. She's also worried about the baby. She's not sure if everything is going to be," Bijou began crying, "ok."
Oliver felt the weight of the world fall onto his shoulders. His wife was crying from fear and Madame Pomfrey wasn't sure if his baby was going to live. He sat on the chair beside her bed, everything was going terrible wrong.
"Mr. Wood?" A shrill voice said.
"Professor, listen. My wife is sick, my baby is dying. Please, can I just stay with her?" Oliver turned to look at Professor McGonagall. She nodded and left the room.
Oliver stayed by Bijou's side, holding her hand and caressing her cheek. She wouldn't stop crying. She was losing everything. Madame Pomfrey finally came to tend to Bijou.
"Mr. Wood, might I ask what you're doing here? Shouldn't you be in class?" Madame Pomfrey asked.
"Professor McGonagall let me stay with Bijou," he explained.
"Well, I suggest you let her rest. This potion will put her to sleep. She needs to rest to give this potion," Madame Pomfrey held up a sickly green potion, "a chance to work."
"Can I just stay with her, please?" Oliver pleaded.
Madame Pomfrey took a deep breath and sighed, "Alright, but I must talk to you first."
"Thank you, Madame Pomfrey." Oliver kissed Bijou's hand and left her to speak with Madame Pomfrey.
"She's going to be fine. As long as she gets her rest. I'm still waiting on results for your child. I'll let you know what I find." Madame Pomfrey left Oliver.
He walked over and gently coaxed Bijou to move over. He got into the bed with her, and let her rest her head on his chest. He put his arm around her and drifted to sleep.
Oliver woke around dinner time. He went to the Great Hall to sooth his growling stomach. A lot of the guys came up to him, asking how he got up the stairs and such. He didn't feel like talking and just ignored them. He wasn't in the mood to talk to anyone.
Fred and George didn't take his hint and sat on either side of him. "We heard what happened to Bijou. Is everything ok?"
"I don't know," Oliver groaned.
He ate a plate of roast beef, carrots, and mashed potatoes. To help pass time, he also ate a chocolate éclair. Normally, he easily ate twice that. Today was just different.
Oliver had been told to return to his common room, yet he never left the Hospital Wing. Bijou began suffering a fever and cold sweats. Madame Pomfrey had called it 'normal' for her to be showing these signs. She had said the potion was working. Oliver was reluctant to believe her. Faithfully, Oliver had held her hand throughout the night. Constantly jerking himself awake.
He had finally succumbed to sleep. Against Madame Pomfrey's wishes, Oliver had climbed into the bed beside Bijou, hoping to get a few hours of sleep.
Oliver had been prodded awake the next morning. He opened his eyes and was then ushered out of the Hospital Wing and sent to his common room, protesting loudly as he went.
Bijou had felt Oliver's presence while she slept, he gave her comfort even when she was unresponsive to him. It had kept her from succumbing to total darkness. Madame Pomfrey had finally told her that she could now leave.
On her way out, she was stopped by Dumbledore. "They've been caught. There is no need to worry any longer. Live long and be prosperous knowing your mother's murderers are in Azkaban for all eternity."
"Thank you, Professor," Bijou couldn't contain herself. She hugged the headmaster before going on her way.
Once in the common room, she saw Oliver in one of the armchairs, staring into the dim fire. She walked up to him and made a small noise to let him know of her presence. He looked up at her, relief spreading over his face.
"I'm so glad you're ok," Oliver stood up and held her tightly.
"I have good news," Bijou whispered into his ear.
Oliver pulled away and looked at her intently, "What is it?"
"They've been caught and are being send to Azkaban," Bijou smiled. Oliver hugged her again and gently planted kisses on her neck and face.
"Anything else?" Oliver asked, hopeful she would say something about the baby.
Bijou's eyes filled with tears, she was overwhelmed with the emotional distress she'd gone through, "The baby is..."
"Is what? Is she ok? Did she..." Oliver lowered his voice, "die?"
Bijou looked into his eyes, "She's going to be..."
"Bijou! Thank God you're ok! Quite a scare you gave us all!" Fred and George had burst their moment.
"I'm sorry, it wasn't my fault," Bijou smiled weakly. Tears were threatening to burst and stream down her cheeks. She needed to tell Oliver.
"What were you saying about our baby?" Oliver asked, turning all the attention back to Bijou.
"Well, she's going to be..." Bijou took a deep breath, "ok."
Oliver's eyes widened and he jolted forward to hug her and kiss her. They were both alright. They were both safe. His girls were alive and well. My girls... sounds kinda funny saying it. Oliver laughed. He swung her around, pleased with life.
Fred and George patted Oliver on the back, they knew everything would be alright. Oliver noticed their hands touch and a glimmer of gold flashed. He knew they'd bet on it, they bet on everything, but at the moment he could care less. His girls were going to be ok.
"We also have something for both of you," Fred smiled, brandishing two pieces of paper.
"We took the liberty of bringing your exam scores to you. And might I say, Bijou, good job on the Es." George handed both of them their test scores.
Bijou opened it eagerly, she had gotten an E in everything and an O in Potions. She looked at Oliver, trying to read his face.
Of all the tests he'd taken, of all the classes he'd taken, he'd received an O in Charms. He hated that class. He had never paid attention. Then it hit him. That's the last thing he remembered studying. Of course, he thought. Everything else he'd gotten an E. He could do almost anything.
"How did you do?" Bijou asked tentatively.
"Es in everything and an O in Charms. I hated that class," Oliver laughed. "You?"
"Es in everything and an O in Potions. I actually liked that class," Bijou smiled.
"You're just good at everything, love," Oliver kissed her cheek.
The end-of-year feast was normal. Bijou sat next to Oliver, her fingers entwined with his, as they ate. She was ready to leave Hogwarts. It had held many memories, more good than bad. She'd always remember this school, though. That was certain.
Oliver and Bijou sat together on the train. They had their whole live ahead of them now. They could do anything. They were together, they were a family. Everything was perfect. Everything was how it should be. Everything was right in the world.
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