CHAPTER 3
The new first years had been brought in and the Sorting was about to take place. Harry looked up and down the line of new first years and saw that most seemed to look scared out of their wits. All, that is, except a girl on the very end. She was tall, blonde and looked nothing like a first year. She appeared to be Harry's age but was standing among the first years to be sorted. While the rest looked nervous, the girl stood there with her left hand on her hip and in her right she was twirling her wand between her fingers. Something generally not done by students. Some one tried it once and accidentally hex off their own face, but it wasn't something normally spoken of by the students.
Professor McGonagall placed the Sorting Hat on its stool and proceeded to call out the names of the new first years.
"Harry!" Ron whispered. "Did you see that girl on the end? The one right there twirling her wand. What a looker eh?"
"Sure is." Harry whispered back. Hermione elbowed him in the ribs and gave him a stern look.
"Quiet you two and stop acting like she's the only girl you've ever seen. And for heaven's sake, Ron, close you mouth!"
Ron leaned a little closer to Harry so Hermione wouldn't hear.
"Remember what I said a while back about makin' 'em hot at Hogwarts? I totally take it back!" Harry nodded fervently.
The girl continued to stare off into the ceiling, still twirling her unusually long and thin wand in her fingers. The Hufflepuff table exploded with applause when "FERNHOPPER, BULA!" was added to the Hufflepuff House. The girl was the only one left standing when Professor McGonagall turned to the students.
"This next student is not a first year but a sixth and I expect the house into which she is placed will receive her kindly and treat her as thought she has been here all along." Professor McGonagall glanced at her role of parchment before calling the girl's name. Harry looked over at the Slytherin table where Draco Malfoy was leering at the girl and talking with his buddies, still smiling greedily at her.
"WONDER, CARLIE!" The girl named Carlie's head snapped to attention and as her wand-end made contact with the palm of her hand, several glittery silver stars shot out. Carlie strode over to the stool and sat herself down on it. Harry heard Ron hold his breath. The Sorting Hat had not even touched Carlie's golden curls when it opened its mouth wide and shouted, "GRYFFINDOR!"
Harry stood with the rest of the boys at the table and clapped loudly, whistling with the rest. Hermione was clapping too but not as enthusiastically as the boys. Carlie flashed all of the students a brilliant smile and walked down the isle to the only vacant seat - right across from Harry and Ron.
"Hey guys. In case you didn't hear my named called out the first time in the deathly silence, I'm Carlie Wonder."
Ron's jaw dropped to the table. "Sure are a wonder."
"I'm sorry, I didn't catch your name."
Harry thought Ron extremely lucky that she thought he was telling her his name and didn't hear what he actually said.
"I'm Hermione Granger. Pleasure to meet you. I noticed you have an accent. Are you American?"
"Oh, yes. My family moved from California. My dad is in the Army and he was transferred to a base in London. School in America was too far away so I decided to transfer to Hogwarts."
"Your dad has a muggle job?" Ron blurted out. He quickly turned red at his hasty words. Carlie just smiled.
"Yeah. The President of the United States is always informed of the wizarding community being in existence and my dad was put in a special unit. He's an Auror but in a muggle military to keep the dark wizards from corrupting the muggles. Not that it matters I'm sure but I am pureblood. My dad just works undercover I guess you could say for the American government."
"Wow." Ron breathed.
"I never did catch your names." Carlie looked expectantly at Harry and Ron. Harry could feel his face redden as she looked at him. Why did he have to be so shy?
"R-Ron Weasley." Ron's face turned redder as Carlie nodded in acknowledgment.
"Harry. Harry Potter." It was strange. Carlie never let her eyes flicker up to Harry's scar like most people did. It was almost like she knew it would make him feel uncomfortable or something. It didn't even seem as though she wanted to glance at it.
"Harry Potter huh? Nice to meet you all. Looks like I'm in good company if I'm with Harry Potter and you two, who I must assume are his best friends?"
Hermione and Ron nodded in agreement. Carlie smiled and looked at all of the food that had appeared at the table.
"Mmm. does the food here always look this good?" Carlie asked, looking up at the three.
"Oh yes," Hermione replied. "It always absolutely delicious."
Carlie bit her bottom lip and sat back.
"You guys don't think it's gross or anything if I eat a lot do you?"
"Heavens no, help yourself." Hermione waved her hand to all the food. Carlie grinned.
By the end of the feast, Carlie had downed two bowls of potato salad, three thick slices of steak - cooked rare - two rolls, four helpings of carrots, and two slices of hot apple pie with vanilla ice cream on the side for dessert. Ron and Harry sat back absolutely gorged and watched in amazement as Carlie continued to eat. Hermione didn't even try to mask her surprise that one individual - and a girl for that matter - could eat so much.
Carlie finally set down her fork and stretched.
"Man that was good." she yawned. She looked around at the others, all staring at her. Even some of the seventh year boys at the end of the table were watching in awe. She realized what they were all staring for.
"Boy if you thought I ate a lot then, you should seen my when I'm actually hungry. Where to now?"
Ron just continued to goggle at the girl until Harry kicked him under the table.
"Harry will show you. Ron and I are prefects and have to show the first years the way. Harry, the password is Nose-Bleed Nougat. See you all later."
Ron got up and followed Hermione to the first years. Carlie watched them go then turned back to Harry. She really was pretty.
"Where to oh great and fearless leader?"
"Back to the tower where our dormitories are. Hermione will be there before we are and she can show you to your dorm." Carlie followed Harry to the doors leading into the hall. It was slow going trying to get through the doors and Harry noticed Draco hanging back a little. He gritted his teeth and hoped to high heaven that he wouldn't glance over and see Carlie or himself. To Harry's dismay, as though Draco had heard Harry's pleas and deliberately disobeyed, Draco turned and spotted the two. A grin slowly spread across his face and he leered once more at Carlie. She had seen him too but wasn't bothered by him. Instead, she leaned towards Harry.
"Why's that guy looking at us funny? Do you know him? If I didn't know any better, I'd say he doesn't like you."
She is bold, Harry thought. "Nope. To put it nicely, he hates my guts."
"Really!?!" Carlie looked shocked. "You seem a nice enough guy. Why would he hate you?"
"Later," Harry whispered. Malfoy was getting closer.
"Hey scar head! Who's your new friend? Kind of pretty to be seen with you if you ask me." Crabbe and Goyle laughed stupidly at Malfoy's comment.
"Well, no one did ask you did they?"
Malfoy ignored Harry and faced Carlie instead. "Malfoy, Draco Malfoy. I must be kind and warn you not to hang around Potter. He's delusional and has a history of violent behavior. You'd do better to hang around us Slytherins. Feel free to talk with me any time, Carlie Wonder." Malfoy took her hand and kissed it. Carlie ripped her hand out of his and hastily rubbed it on her robes.
"Thanks for the offer. I'm sure I won't have the notion to bother you too much. Now if you'll excuse me, Harry was about to show me the way to Gryffindor Tower." Carlie pushed Harry past Malfoy and followed him to the marble staircase.
"Kinda creepy isn't he? I have a feeling this won't be the last time he tries to kiss my hand; or put the moves on me. Either way he's very odd. What is it with the weird guys kissing hands anyway?"
Harry shrugged his shoulders and glanced behind him. Malfoy was sneering up the stairwell at him and staring avidly at Carlie. The quicker they got to the common room the better, Harry thought.
"Nose-Bleed Nougat," Harry said two minutes later to the portrait of the Fat Lady. Her portrait kindly lifted aside and Harry led Carlie through the portrait hole where they were greeted by Ron and Hermione.
"Thanks Harry. I'll show her the dorms."
Harry nodded in a farewell and dragged Ron up the stairs and away from Carlie. Ron, not liking the fact that his butt hit every stair on the way up, wriggled out of Harry's grasp and walked the rest of the way up.
"So how about Carlie huh? I think she's nice. and funny. not to mention the fact that she's a babe. I've heard that American girls were pretty anyway, and California girls, I've heard they are even prettier than the rest of the American girls."
Harry smiled to himself at the thought of her and pushed open the door to their dormitory and caught the last part of Dean, Seamus, and Neville's conversation.
" - and man was she cute! I thought - " Dean stopped in the middle of his sentence and turned to Harry and Ron. "Oh," he said, "it's only you."
"Only us!" Ron said with a tone of fake offendedness.
"Well, you know how it is when you're talking about girls. You get rather jumpy sometimes."
"Yeah, well, go on. I want to hear."
"So anyways, I thought she must have been a veela or something but with an American accent? No way. She wasn't veela pretty anyway, she was all human, all woman, pretty." All of the guys laughed and Harry changed for bed.
The lights were turned out and the five boys settled in for a good nights sleep before the first day of the term.
"I am so hungry, it feels like I hadn't had anything to eat at all last night!" Carlie was tipping more and more sausages into her plate and added at least four servings of scrambled eggs mixed with ham and cheese. She was so awake and everyone else was groaning at the bright light from the Great Hall's ceiling and the new course schedules handed out. She glanced at it for a moment before putting in her backpack. Harry looked at his, NEWT level Transfiguration was first, followed by Charms. Not a bad morning, he thought.
"Woo-hoo! No double Potions today. Not even tomorrow!" Ron was so beside himself with joy that he upset the milk jug and a good portion of it landed in Hermione and Carlie's laps. Hermione jumped up and knocked her chair over while Carlie gasped. There was a pause and then Carlie burst out laughing. Ron's face grew very red and he hurriedly apologized while throwing napkins at Carlie and Hermione.
"Honestly! Are we not witches and wizards or what?" Carlie giggled and with a wave of her wand cleaned up the entire mess. Ron looked further embarrassed and apologized again.
"No worries," she said. "I've done it to myself a time or two."
Hermione laughed, apparently still in shock over the ice-cold milk soaking the front of her robes. "Shall we go then?" Hermione suggested. "Wouldn't want to be late on the first day back." Harry and Ron got up to follow.
"Um, you guys don't mind if I hang with you do you? I mean, I don't really know anyone else." Carlie asked hesitantly.
"Oh not at all!" Hermione said, smiling. "You can, er, hang with us anytime."
A smile spread across Carlie's face. "Thanks! Truthfully, no one else has really talked to me. Not that they haven't been nice but it's like they don't want to really talk to me. It's kinda weird."
And with that, the four walked together to the first class of the day - Transfiguration of the NEWT level. Harry, Ron, Hermione, and Carlie sat together in class and talked for most of the time. It was, after all, the first day of term and the only thing that ever goes on in class is a review of classroom rule and all of that boring stuff. Carlie was showing them a cool hex that she and her friends back in America had created. It was a neat little thing in which the person on the receiving end of the hex would turn bright blue and every time they opened their mouth, bubbles would come spewing out. She performed it on Ron after class so that it would not attract attention during class. It did, however, attract many students in the hallway and several second year girls came up to her dreamy eyed and asked if she would teach them how to do it. Her reply.
"I keep my secrets to myself in case ole Voldemort or his Death Eaters are around. They might want some lessons too. " She cast a frightened glance about as if Voldemort himself could be listening. She laughed when the girls screamed and went tearing down the hall. Ron gasped as Carlie said Voldemort's name.
"Oh come on, you can't be afraid of his name. I thought you were a tough guy." Carlie slugged him playfully in the arm. Ron just turned red and walked a little ahead of the rest of them.
Later in the day, Harry Ron and Hermione had the biggest shock of their lives. It didn't really affect Carlie because she had never know but what they all saw at dinner that night surprised the heck out of the other three. Sitting at the high table was a guy Harry knew very well. He had been sorry to see him go but perhaps at the time it was best for his health. He couldn't think of a reason why he would be here, teaching at Hogwarts. Right there, in plain sight, was Oliver Wood.
Harry stood up suddenly and moved to go see Oliver.
"Harry," Ron grabbed the back of Harry's robes. "Where you going? The food is the same at every table, mate."
"Yeah, yeah. Look who's up at the high table." Ron let go of Harry's robes as Harry rushed to the front of the Great Hall to speak with Oliver. He saw Harry before he even got there.
"Harry!" Oliver said, meeting Harry before he reached the table.
"Oliver? What are you doing here? I thought you were playing quidditch."
"Well," he began. "I was but after my accident out therapist thought it best that I take the year off in order to fully recover. My first thought was to come to Dumbledore to see if he knew of any job openings, even here at school. Madam Hooch has retired and Dumbledore offered me the job. So now I get to be the ref for your matches and teach flying to the little first years."
"Wow Oliver, that's cool!" Harry's stomach rumbled loudly. Oliver laughed.
"I'd better let you get back to eating. See you around Harry."
A/N: Everyone knows what a hottie Oliver is so I thought that I'd bring him back! Too bad he doesn't show up more often in the movies.
The new first years had been brought in and the Sorting was about to take place. Harry looked up and down the line of new first years and saw that most seemed to look scared out of their wits. All, that is, except a girl on the very end. She was tall, blonde and looked nothing like a first year. She appeared to be Harry's age but was standing among the first years to be sorted. While the rest looked nervous, the girl stood there with her left hand on her hip and in her right she was twirling her wand between her fingers. Something generally not done by students. Some one tried it once and accidentally hex off their own face, but it wasn't something normally spoken of by the students.
Professor McGonagall placed the Sorting Hat on its stool and proceeded to call out the names of the new first years.
"Harry!" Ron whispered. "Did you see that girl on the end? The one right there twirling her wand. What a looker eh?"
"Sure is." Harry whispered back. Hermione elbowed him in the ribs and gave him a stern look.
"Quiet you two and stop acting like she's the only girl you've ever seen. And for heaven's sake, Ron, close you mouth!"
Ron leaned a little closer to Harry so Hermione wouldn't hear.
"Remember what I said a while back about makin' 'em hot at Hogwarts? I totally take it back!" Harry nodded fervently.
The girl continued to stare off into the ceiling, still twirling her unusually long and thin wand in her fingers. The Hufflepuff table exploded with applause when "FERNHOPPER, BULA!" was added to the Hufflepuff House. The girl was the only one left standing when Professor McGonagall turned to the students.
"This next student is not a first year but a sixth and I expect the house into which she is placed will receive her kindly and treat her as thought she has been here all along." Professor McGonagall glanced at her role of parchment before calling the girl's name. Harry looked over at the Slytherin table where Draco Malfoy was leering at the girl and talking with his buddies, still smiling greedily at her.
"WONDER, CARLIE!" The girl named Carlie's head snapped to attention and as her wand-end made contact with the palm of her hand, several glittery silver stars shot out. Carlie strode over to the stool and sat herself down on it. Harry heard Ron hold his breath. The Sorting Hat had not even touched Carlie's golden curls when it opened its mouth wide and shouted, "GRYFFINDOR!"
Harry stood with the rest of the boys at the table and clapped loudly, whistling with the rest. Hermione was clapping too but not as enthusiastically as the boys. Carlie flashed all of the students a brilliant smile and walked down the isle to the only vacant seat - right across from Harry and Ron.
"Hey guys. In case you didn't hear my named called out the first time in the deathly silence, I'm Carlie Wonder."
Ron's jaw dropped to the table. "Sure are a wonder."
"I'm sorry, I didn't catch your name."
Harry thought Ron extremely lucky that she thought he was telling her his name and didn't hear what he actually said.
"I'm Hermione Granger. Pleasure to meet you. I noticed you have an accent. Are you American?"
"Oh, yes. My family moved from California. My dad is in the Army and he was transferred to a base in London. School in America was too far away so I decided to transfer to Hogwarts."
"Your dad has a muggle job?" Ron blurted out. He quickly turned red at his hasty words. Carlie just smiled.
"Yeah. The President of the United States is always informed of the wizarding community being in existence and my dad was put in a special unit. He's an Auror but in a muggle military to keep the dark wizards from corrupting the muggles. Not that it matters I'm sure but I am pureblood. My dad just works undercover I guess you could say for the American government."
"Wow." Ron breathed.
"I never did catch your names." Carlie looked expectantly at Harry and Ron. Harry could feel his face redden as she looked at him. Why did he have to be so shy?
"R-Ron Weasley." Ron's face turned redder as Carlie nodded in acknowledgment.
"Harry. Harry Potter." It was strange. Carlie never let her eyes flicker up to Harry's scar like most people did. It was almost like she knew it would make him feel uncomfortable or something. It didn't even seem as though she wanted to glance at it.
"Harry Potter huh? Nice to meet you all. Looks like I'm in good company if I'm with Harry Potter and you two, who I must assume are his best friends?"
Hermione and Ron nodded in agreement. Carlie smiled and looked at all of the food that had appeared at the table.
"Mmm. does the food here always look this good?" Carlie asked, looking up at the three.
"Oh yes," Hermione replied. "It always absolutely delicious."
Carlie bit her bottom lip and sat back.
"You guys don't think it's gross or anything if I eat a lot do you?"
"Heavens no, help yourself." Hermione waved her hand to all the food. Carlie grinned.
By the end of the feast, Carlie had downed two bowls of potato salad, three thick slices of steak - cooked rare - two rolls, four helpings of carrots, and two slices of hot apple pie with vanilla ice cream on the side for dessert. Ron and Harry sat back absolutely gorged and watched in amazement as Carlie continued to eat. Hermione didn't even try to mask her surprise that one individual - and a girl for that matter - could eat so much.
Carlie finally set down her fork and stretched.
"Man that was good." she yawned. She looked around at the others, all staring at her. Even some of the seventh year boys at the end of the table were watching in awe. She realized what they were all staring for.
"Boy if you thought I ate a lot then, you should seen my when I'm actually hungry. Where to now?"
Ron just continued to goggle at the girl until Harry kicked him under the table.
"Harry will show you. Ron and I are prefects and have to show the first years the way. Harry, the password is Nose-Bleed Nougat. See you all later."
Ron got up and followed Hermione to the first years. Carlie watched them go then turned back to Harry. She really was pretty.
"Where to oh great and fearless leader?"
"Back to the tower where our dormitories are. Hermione will be there before we are and she can show you to your dorm." Carlie followed Harry to the doors leading into the hall. It was slow going trying to get through the doors and Harry noticed Draco hanging back a little. He gritted his teeth and hoped to high heaven that he wouldn't glance over and see Carlie or himself. To Harry's dismay, as though Draco had heard Harry's pleas and deliberately disobeyed, Draco turned and spotted the two. A grin slowly spread across his face and he leered once more at Carlie. She had seen him too but wasn't bothered by him. Instead, she leaned towards Harry.
"Why's that guy looking at us funny? Do you know him? If I didn't know any better, I'd say he doesn't like you."
She is bold, Harry thought. "Nope. To put it nicely, he hates my guts."
"Really!?!" Carlie looked shocked. "You seem a nice enough guy. Why would he hate you?"
"Later," Harry whispered. Malfoy was getting closer.
"Hey scar head! Who's your new friend? Kind of pretty to be seen with you if you ask me." Crabbe and Goyle laughed stupidly at Malfoy's comment.
"Well, no one did ask you did they?"
Malfoy ignored Harry and faced Carlie instead. "Malfoy, Draco Malfoy. I must be kind and warn you not to hang around Potter. He's delusional and has a history of violent behavior. You'd do better to hang around us Slytherins. Feel free to talk with me any time, Carlie Wonder." Malfoy took her hand and kissed it. Carlie ripped her hand out of his and hastily rubbed it on her robes.
"Thanks for the offer. I'm sure I won't have the notion to bother you too much. Now if you'll excuse me, Harry was about to show me the way to Gryffindor Tower." Carlie pushed Harry past Malfoy and followed him to the marble staircase.
"Kinda creepy isn't he? I have a feeling this won't be the last time he tries to kiss my hand; or put the moves on me. Either way he's very odd. What is it with the weird guys kissing hands anyway?"
Harry shrugged his shoulders and glanced behind him. Malfoy was sneering up the stairwell at him and staring avidly at Carlie. The quicker they got to the common room the better, Harry thought.
"Nose-Bleed Nougat," Harry said two minutes later to the portrait of the Fat Lady. Her portrait kindly lifted aside and Harry led Carlie through the portrait hole where they were greeted by Ron and Hermione.
"Thanks Harry. I'll show her the dorms."
Harry nodded in a farewell and dragged Ron up the stairs and away from Carlie. Ron, not liking the fact that his butt hit every stair on the way up, wriggled out of Harry's grasp and walked the rest of the way up.
"So how about Carlie huh? I think she's nice. and funny. not to mention the fact that she's a babe. I've heard that American girls were pretty anyway, and California girls, I've heard they are even prettier than the rest of the American girls."
Harry smiled to himself at the thought of her and pushed open the door to their dormitory and caught the last part of Dean, Seamus, and Neville's conversation.
" - and man was she cute! I thought - " Dean stopped in the middle of his sentence and turned to Harry and Ron. "Oh," he said, "it's only you."
"Only us!" Ron said with a tone of fake offendedness.
"Well, you know how it is when you're talking about girls. You get rather jumpy sometimes."
"Yeah, well, go on. I want to hear."
"So anyways, I thought she must have been a veela or something but with an American accent? No way. She wasn't veela pretty anyway, she was all human, all woman, pretty." All of the guys laughed and Harry changed for bed.
The lights were turned out and the five boys settled in for a good nights sleep before the first day of the term.
"I am so hungry, it feels like I hadn't had anything to eat at all last night!" Carlie was tipping more and more sausages into her plate and added at least four servings of scrambled eggs mixed with ham and cheese. She was so awake and everyone else was groaning at the bright light from the Great Hall's ceiling and the new course schedules handed out. She glanced at it for a moment before putting in her backpack. Harry looked at his, NEWT level Transfiguration was first, followed by Charms. Not a bad morning, he thought.
"Woo-hoo! No double Potions today. Not even tomorrow!" Ron was so beside himself with joy that he upset the milk jug and a good portion of it landed in Hermione and Carlie's laps. Hermione jumped up and knocked her chair over while Carlie gasped. There was a pause and then Carlie burst out laughing. Ron's face grew very red and he hurriedly apologized while throwing napkins at Carlie and Hermione.
"Honestly! Are we not witches and wizards or what?" Carlie giggled and with a wave of her wand cleaned up the entire mess. Ron looked further embarrassed and apologized again.
"No worries," she said. "I've done it to myself a time or two."
Hermione laughed, apparently still in shock over the ice-cold milk soaking the front of her robes. "Shall we go then?" Hermione suggested. "Wouldn't want to be late on the first day back." Harry and Ron got up to follow.
"Um, you guys don't mind if I hang with you do you? I mean, I don't really know anyone else." Carlie asked hesitantly.
"Oh not at all!" Hermione said, smiling. "You can, er, hang with us anytime."
A smile spread across Carlie's face. "Thanks! Truthfully, no one else has really talked to me. Not that they haven't been nice but it's like they don't want to really talk to me. It's kinda weird."
And with that, the four walked together to the first class of the day - Transfiguration of the NEWT level. Harry, Ron, Hermione, and Carlie sat together in class and talked for most of the time. It was, after all, the first day of term and the only thing that ever goes on in class is a review of classroom rule and all of that boring stuff. Carlie was showing them a cool hex that she and her friends back in America had created. It was a neat little thing in which the person on the receiving end of the hex would turn bright blue and every time they opened their mouth, bubbles would come spewing out. She performed it on Ron after class so that it would not attract attention during class. It did, however, attract many students in the hallway and several second year girls came up to her dreamy eyed and asked if she would teach them how to do it. Her reply.
"I keep my secrets to myself in case ole Voldemort or his Death Eaters are around. They might want some lessons too. " She cast a frightened glance about as if Voldemort himself could be listening. She laughed when the girls screamed and went tearing down the hall. Ron gasped as Carlie said Voldemort's name.
"Oh come on, you can't be afraid of his name. I thought you were a tough guy." Carlie slugged him playfully in the arm. Ron just turned red and walked a little ahead of the rest of them.
Later in the day, Harry Ron and Hermione had the biggest shock of their lives. It didn't really affect Carlie because she had never know but what they all saw at dinner that night surprised the heck out of the other three. Sitting at the high table was a guy Harry knew very well. He had been sorry to see him go but perhaps at the time it was best for his health. He couldn't think of a reason why he would be here, teaching at Hogwarts. Right there, in plain sight, was Oliver Wood.
Harry stood up suddenly and moved to go see Oliver.
"Harry," Ron grabbed the back of Harry's robes. "Where you going? The food is the same at every table, mate."
"Yeah, yeah. Look who's up at the high table." Ron let go of Harry's robes as Harry rushed to the front of the Great Hall to speak with Oliver. He saw Harry before he even got there.
"Harry!" Oliver said, meeting Harry before he reached the table.
"Oliver? What are you doing here? I thought you were playing quidditch."
"Well," he began. "I was but after my accident out therapist thought it best that I take the year off in order to fully recover. My first thought was to come to Dumbledore to see if he knew of any job openings, even here at school. Madam Hooch has retired and Dumbledore offered me the job. So now I get to be the ref for your matches and teach flying to the little first years."
"Wow Oliver, that's cool!" Harry's stomach rumbled loudly. Oliver laughed.
"I'd better let you get back to eating. See you around Harry."
A/N: Everyone knows what a hottie Oliver is so I thought that I'd bring him back! Too bad he doesn't show up more often in the movies.