Nothing on my body felt any different and nothing hurt. That was always a good sign, I reminded myself promptly before sitting up in my bed. Looking around I saw that it was still around lunch time. Confused about what Miles had done and how he had come and left undetected, I stood. I must have only been out a few moments because looking out of my window I saw people walking back from the Quidditch pitch. Rubbing my eyes vigorously I walked out of my room, still thinking about Miles.

Yet the moment I stopped thinking about Miles I thought about Oliver, and when Oliver didn't cover my mind, Miles did. This was shit; that much was perfectly true. Going down to the Great Hall for lunch I saw Oliver already changed into new robes and he was sitting. Taking my place farther away from him our eyes never met. The rest of the day passed in silence. There were no injuries for me to be working on and there was nothing left to say to Oliver. The next few days passed me by as if I was no longer living or breathing.

My thoughts weren't on anything particular when I heard loud sounds coming from the hall. I knew it was later in the day, perhaps eight at night, so this struck me as odd. Standing I heard my name being called, immediately knowing it was Poppy I ran out of my room and into the hospital room. There were two younger boys all sitting on beds and an older one was standing. When the eldest turned I saw Oliver looking at me, no emotion on his face.

"Oh honestly, is that game of Quidditch that important! Sneaking out like you three were!" Poppy said as she moved from each of them.

She was already bustling around trying to find medicines, grabbing some of my own I walked, instinctively to Oliver. Shrugging me off, he sat on one of the beds in the corner, away from everyone else.

I could see blood coming from within his shirt as I faced him, kneeling. "Oliver." His eyes reached mine before I touched his shoulder.

"What?" He asked, snapping slightly more than I expected.

"Would you let me help you?" Asking it so loudly everyone turned.

Touching the bottom of his shirt he quickly took it off his body. Looking at his bare chest I took everything about him in for a moment. He had a nice body, a beautiful body that any woman, including me, would want. His eyes looked down into mine before I whispered, barely chocking out the words, "Just…sit."

Touching the soft cloth to his skin I saw the blood slowly stop on his chest. I ran my fingers over his wounds so carefully it took a few minutes to feel them all. Blushing, I now moved my hands away from him and looked into his eyes. His eyes gave nothing away but I could see his jaw was pressed tightly together, daring not to speak. Watching the blood stop and the healing begin I sat back on the floor, watching Oliver as he looked at the ground but not at me.

"You didn't care about me." I whispered weakly to him, talking of the past.

Oliver's eyes finally rested on mine before he said, barely moving his mouth, "You changed…you loved Miles, and I could tell, you didn't know where to begin and who to love. How was I supposed to come in the middle of your confusion and get something back that I was not longer sure you had?"

My mouth dropped at this but then I pursed my lips before replying, "Oh, and you always know what you want? Chelsea huh?"

My words hit him like slap in the face before he said coldly, "You know we never had anything special like you and I did."

Standing I folded my arms, "If it was so special, then why did you let it go?"

Anger flashed across his face, ominously he spoke, "Oh yes, because it was clearly me who let it go, you had nothing to do with it Mara. I didn't let it go and frankly I think you didn't either!"

"I thought we both let it go!" I said, my face constricted because of the anger.

"Maybe you weren't anything worth fighting for-" Oliver started but I slapped him across the face as hard as I could.

I knew if I clenched my jaw any harder my teeth were sure to break. I could not even muster anything to say but my mind was screaming at him. Horrible, terrible words I was thinking about saying but nothing came out.

Grabbing my wrist with his fingers he swore before whispering angrily in my ear, "I was about to say, if you would let me finish; Maybe you weren't anything worth fighting for but I was going to try!"

This hit me hard but I merely shrugging it off while looking the other way, tears were slowly coming to my eyes. I felt so helpless and weak but his words struck me too hard. I had not, in any way, been ready for that.

"We weren't meant to be together, that is how life goes." He stated it plainly before trying to get up.

Taking his arm to seat him back down I said, "How can you be so sure Oliver?"

The words had come out of my mouth before I had even thought of saying them. I didn't know where they had come from but it was inevitably obvious what it meant. I was questioning this and that scared both of us. We could not go down the road of love and end up scarred like we were now.

A loud silence hit us both before Oliver stood, touching my cheek with one hand, "Were we really ever over?"

Taking my time to find the answer I found that there was none. I could not say, yes, for sure I thought we were really over and nothing more would happen between us. I could not be sure that Miles had all of my heart, as I could not be sure Oliver would have all of it either. So the question remained, were we really ever over? Huh…no, perhaps not. Yet, I could not find a satisfying answer for the both of us so I said this instead, "I don't know Oliver…"

He knew without me saying it, yet he said it anyway, "Miles?"

Nodding without looking at him anymore I ran my fingers through my hair. There was a deep sigh that he took and said, "Are you two ever really going to be over?"

I was biting my lip now, a terrible habit when you are nervous. Running my fingers harder through my hair I felt the awkwardness of it take us both. Again I answered the same to him, "I don't know…"

Oliver's hand moved to my chin lifting my head up so my sparkling, teary eyes could look into his rock hard. His eyes were pure brown, the color I remember them being every time I kissed him then promptly stared into them. This time was different, as it always is, I could not just love him when I felt like it. I had something with Miles yet I could feel, in my heart, that something with Oliver had never yet faded away.

I then heard Madam Pomfrey saying my name, "Dear, come, we need to keep records now…besides, I think Mr. Wood is fine for now."

Turning away from him I felt his hand leave me and rest at his side. Giving him one more clear look I nodded to Poppy then left his side. I could feel his heart twisting along with mine; we weren't sure how this would go. Yet what was there to 'go'? In this life, right now, it was hard to decipher what I thought could and would be real.

Later that same night, I was looking out over the silent grounds before a voice entered the room. "Mara?" I knew it immediately yet I jumped out of fright. Turning I saw Gray standing there with Sara, both at my door.

Confused by more importantly, intrigued I said, "What's wrong?" There was an urgent tone to my voice, one I had not heard in a very long time.

Sara was the first to speak, her longer strawberry hair lifting with her robes as she walked, "They have Teresa."

Shock hit me, "No…how, why would they have her? That doesn't make any sense!"

Sara nodded before Gray then whispered, "We don't know if Miles is apart of the clan that holds her right now. All we know for sure is that Deatheaters have her, perhaps in the Duran's house-"

Interrupting I said, "Wait, but-"

Gray shot me a warning look before replying, "There is more! Rachel's gone after them, with Adam."

My first instinct was this, "We have to go get her! What are we waiting for!"

Gray smiled sadly before saying, "I could go…"

At the same time Sara and I both yelled, "NO!"

Gray's eyes were linked so deeply with mine when I murmured, "You have a real life, a family, you can't come with us."

"You know very well that you can't go either-" Gray started to yell but I cut her off, "GRAY!" I said loudly, practically screaming it.

Sara looked at us both before saying, "I will go, you two stay in your designated places."

I met her eyes before saying just as loud, "I'm coming with you! YES, I'm going! It doesn't matter what happens to me, and besides, if Miles is there, he will make sure that I am safe."

Sara whispered so soundly, "And what if Miles isn't? You are too valuable since you two have a connection…I know that's not what you want to hear but we both know it is true…anyway, we all know if we lost you…" She didn't finish her sentence.

To that I had nothing to say to. Biting my lips hard I finally gave in as Gray had done, "Fine."

I knew I was to stay here and Gray was to stay at her house and yet it was unnerving. This was not how I wanted to live my life when my friends were in mortal danger and I could not leave.

Sara gave me one last nod as they left the room. With both of them now in the hallway I opened the door behind them yet by time I looked into the hallway outside my room they were gone. A sickening thought splurged inside of me as I sat grudgingly on my bed. That night I had no nightmares to dream because I never slept…