A/N: It's here, after a few days of hard thinking and dreaming and writing and rewriting. Aren't you happy? This one is narrated by Angelina (so there's going to be more romance in this than I thought, but I'll try not to overdo it) and, well, vague, as always.

No one belongs to me. It all belongs to the godess Rowling. Thank you very much.

~Broken Wings~
*Birds Don't Fly In The Rain*



I saw him. He never moved from the front of the lake. I could see the clouds approaching quickly, but he didn't budge.

He loved the rain. I could see it in his eyes every time the clouds let loose. He spent hours flying in the rain, storm or not, just to be up there. Many birds don't fly in the rain, but he always did.

Then, late at night, he'd come in, soaked to the bone but smiling, eyes shining like the stars that sparkled on the water. He almost never got cold in the water, and while the rest of us froze on broomstick, his face would be red with exileration and delight.

So it didn't surprise me that he didn't move from his position as the storm crept closer.

" Angel?"

I heard Amy step into the my dorm.

" Angel, that guy....."

I sighed. " That was Oliver Wood, Amy."

She sat on my bed. " I know who he was, I asked him to help me do a spiral." Her eyes lowered to the tattered blue bunny in her arms. She stroked the worn fabric lovingly. " How do you know him?"

" We were on the same Quidditch team." I looked away from the window, from Oliver, to face my little sister.

She fiddled with the bunny's ears. " Wh.....why won't he fly?"

I felt every muscle in me tense.

Amy....why? Why?

" He's afraid," I answered cooly. I felt my blood begin to boil.

" Of what?"

I clenched and unclenched my fists. " He....he was thrown from his broom.....two years back....."

She was silent a few moments, to let me restrain myself, before asking, " Do you love him?"

The question made my heart stop.

Do I love him?

How can you be so niave?

" I....." I was at loss for words. No one had asked me anything like that before. " I......guess...." My voice failed me, and I had to nod.

She watched me with big brown eyes, eyes like mine. She rose slowly, kissed me on the cheek. " Good night," she whispered.

I nodded in response, looked back out thorugh the winodow. Back at Oliver.

He wasn't there.

I tensed, grabbed my bedspread. I had been expecting him to remain by the lake throughout the storm.

But then again, the accident had changed him. Maybe he wasn't the same.

I fell asleep in my robes, and I dreamed of him.

" Angelina? Angelina?"

I groaned and rolled over.

" Geez, girl, what happened to your pajamas?" I could almost see George's smirk through the dark.

" George." I closed my eyes again. " What time is it?"

" Four." He grabbed the sleeve of my robe. " The captain's back, and if we slack on the training program, the headlines'll be talking about seven Hogwarts students who were all turned into rodents."

At the mention of Oliver, I opened my eyes.

" So up and at 'em, Angel." Someone threw my Quidditch robes at me. I guessed it was Fred.

" Has it stopped raining?" I asked, stepping out of bed.

Fred peered out the window. " No. But what else is new? It's always raining when we practice."

Because Oliver loved the rain.

I yawned. I couldn't believe I was once used to getting up this early to practice.

George grabbed the sleeve of my robes and pulled me through the castle. I stumbled along behind him, followed by Harry and Katie, who had also apparently slept in.

I was awake once I stepped outside, though. The rain was cool, the wind harsh and cold. I rubbed my arms. This was Oliver's typical Quidditch weather. Had he still been flying, he would've been on his broom since midnight, flying through the rain.

I pulled away from George. " I'm awake, Weasley, I can walk by myself."

I received no answer.

I rubbed my arms again. How could Oliver love this kind of weather? It made my bones shiver and I was certain my lips were blue.

The walk from the castle to the stadium was a long one. Someone was holding onto my robes to keep from losing me in the rain. I was holding onto George's robes.

Relief flooded over me as, eventually, we stepped into the locker room. Alicia and Jasmine were already there, changing into their Quidditch robes. Harry was already in his, and he lay down on one of the benches, obviously taking advantage of our slow changing time to take a nap.

I envied him.

" Come on, Wood would've had you on the field by now!" Jasmine snapped at us. She clapped her hands.

She was a good captain, there was no denying that, but she didn't seem......quite so into the game. Quidditch had been Oliver's life, it was what he lived for.

I've often wondered if there was room in his heart for something more.

Like me.

I pulled on my Quidditch sweater and slid into my scarlet robes. They were cold and soaked, and I would've gladly traded them for the dry robes I had in my locker, but those were being saved until after practice.

" On the field! Harry, wake up!" Jasmine grabbed her broom and shook Harry's shoulder. Harry rolled off the bench, groaned.

" I thought when we got rid of Wood, we got rid of this," he mumbled, rising and grabbing his broom.

" I think Wood's writing Jasmine," Fred said.

" Telling her how to run us," added George.

They, too, grabbed their brooms, only to drop them when we heard a scream.

A shiver ran down my spine.

Alicia ran into the locker room from the field, a look of pure horror etched upon her face. Her eyes were welling with tears, but it could have been rain water, I didn't know.

" Alicia?" Jasmine took the Chaser by her heaving shoulders. " Alicia, calm down!"

" Let her breathe, Jazz," I told our captain. I took Alicia's hands and led her to a bench, helped her sit down. " What's wrong?" I asked softly.

" W...Wood," she panted. A sob hitched out her chest and I realized they were tears in her eyes.

My heart tightened, twisted.

" He's...." She swallowed. "....Out...o-on the fie-field...." She was shaking violently now.

I looked at Fred and George. " Go look," I ordered them.

There was no protest from them. That alone made me shiver.

" What about Wood?" I asked Alicia. I crouched so I was eye level with her.

" On th-the g-ground," she whispered. " He.....a br-broom w-was next t-to him...."

Dear God, no.

" Is he okay?" I asked hurridly. I took her shoulders in my hands, perhaps a little too tightly.

She looked at me with her green eyes and broke down. I let her fall into me, let her sob on my shoulder.

" Harry, you've lived with Muggles your entire life, right?" Fred asked, suddenly back in the locker room.

" Yes," Harry answered.

" Mind....." Fred stopped, then said, " Give us a hand, here."

Harry obeyed.

Alicia sat up in my arms.

" Alicia, was Oliver okay?" Katie asked over my shoulder.

Alicia shook her head and brushed her hair from her face. " N-no."

I could feel my heart breaking inside me. I sat back, let go of Alicia. I was numb, numb all over. Sounds droned out, I saw nothing in front of me.

Oliver......

What had he done?

" Angelina?"

Someone was shaking me.

Oliver.....

" Angelina?"

I shook my head, looked up. " What?"

" You okay?" Katie asked.

I didn't have a chance to answer. Fred and George entered, carrying a limp Oliver Wood between them.

The tears were falling from my eyes within an instant. I reached for Oliver. Two hands grabbed my elbows to hold me back.

" Oliver!" I screamed.

The Weasleys laid him on one of the benches. Harry followed them, carrying a charred broomstick. His face was grave.

" Oliver!" I struggled, pulled away from whoever was holding me. I dove for Oliver, kneeled next to his body. My tears dripped onto his face, ran down his cheeks as if they were his own tears.

" Wh-what happened?" I whispered, taking one of his cold hands in my own.

Silence.

Oliver, what.....what did you do?

Harry kneeled next to me. He put two fingers to Oliver's throat. Waited.

Oliver....no....not you!

" He's still alive," Harry said, his voice choked. " Or....at least, his heart's beating." He looked at me. " Let me look at him," he said softly.

I was forced to move away. Dropped Oliver's hand.

It fell limply and hung from the bench.

As if he was dead.

Oliver.....

Harry leaned close to Oliver, put his ear next to his face. " No breath," he told us.

My heart shattered right there.

He was gone, there was no other explaination.

" Oliver!"

I made for him again, but two strong hands grabbed me.

" Let Harry deal with him!" hissed Fred's voice.

I slumped in his arms, sobbing harder than I ever believed possible.

I loved you....

I still do.

Harry pulled Oliver from the bench, laid him gently on the ground. He wiped his mouth with his sleeve, then tilted Oliver's head back, leaning close again. Without a word, he plugged Oliver's nose with two fingers and put his mouth on the nineteen-year-old's. He blew, and Oliver's chest rose. Harry pulled away, unplugged the nose, let Oliver exhale. Then he blew more air into him, nose plugged, head tilted back.

" What's he doing?" I whispered through long, shaky breaths.

No answer.

Harry pressed his fingers to Oliver's throat again, then tilted his head back and blew more air into him. Oliver's chest rose again, and he exhaled with a cough.

My hopes began to rise. I grabbed Fred's hands, dug my nails into his skin. He didn't flinch.

Harry waited a few seconds, then blew more air into Oliver. The former captain coughed again, for a few seconds this time.

I dug my nails deeper into Fred as I watched Harry perform a miracle right before my eyes. He was breathing life into Oliver Wood.

Harry blew one last time, then felt Oliver's throat again.

" Harry?" George asked.

" He's still alive," Harry said, voice hoarse.

Oliver coughed again.

" And breathing on his own," Harry added.

Oliver began to twitch. He coughed again, then began to writhe.

I gripped Fred even harder. And he still didn't flinch.

Harry placed his arm under Wood's writhing body, slowly lifted him into a sitting position. Oliver coughed again. His chest was heaving between coughs, and his face was now etched with pain.

" Easy," Harry soothed. " Easy, you're all right." He leaned Oliver against the bench.

Oliver's coughing ceased, allowing him to breathe, or try to. He was gasping for every breath, and his muscles kept twitching uncontrollably.

" Oliver? Can you hear me?" Harry asked. " Oliver?"

Oliver's eyes opened slowly. They fell on Harry. He opened his mouth, tried to say something, but coughed, writhed, and gasped sharply in pain.

Fred let me go.

I crawled slowly towards Oliver, sobs silent, tears still running down my face.

" He'll be all right," Harry told me. He looked over his shoulder. " Someone go get Madame Pomphrey."

" What happened?" I whispered, taking Oliver's hand again. It twitched, then weakly squeezed my own.

" Hard to say," Harry answered, turning back to Oliver, " but from what it looks like.....I think he was struck."

" What?" My fingers rubbed Wood's softly.

" Struck. You know, but lightning." Harry put his hand on Oliver's shoulder, rubbed it. " It was a hard strike, from the looks of it." He eyed me carefully. " I think he was in the air when he was hit."

My breath caught in my throat.

Oliver.....what were you thinking?!

Oliver's eyes opened slowly again. This time they watched me.

No. One watched me.

He was still blind in one eye.

Oh Oliver.....

The tears didn't cease to fall from my eyes. I guess they were falling from Harry's, too, because his eyes were bloodshot.

Oliver's breathing had slowed, but his fingers still twitched in my hand. His eyes locked with mine. I felt my heart start beating again.

I was vaguely aware of voices speaking around me. I only watched Oliver, watched him close his eyes, close those brilliantly blue eyes. Even that small action was weak, as weak as he was, sitting helpless.

I reached up with one finger, stroked his cheek, brushed my hand over his forehead, over the scars that once kept him from flying. The sounds around me, they were there, but I could barely hear them. There was only Oliver's breathing, my heart beating.....

I brought my face close to his, studied his features. So perfect, he was built to be Keeper. His cheekbones were strong, though his jaw was slightly dislocated. Water dampened his face, rain water that kept the bird on the ground. Time slowed as I leaned close to him, brushed my lips against his. It was light, but I could taste his lips. I doubt he felt it, doubt he was awake to know, but I brushed my lips over his again. He remained still, silent.

My fingers stroked his face as I pulled away from him. His hand dropped from mine as someone pulled me to my feet. I think it was Fred.

I watched as Proffessor Snape and Nathan Riley, the Gryffindor Prefect, lifted Wood with their hands. He was too fragile for magic. They set him on a stretcher, carried him away slowly. McGonagall shielded him from the rain with a large umbrella, and Madame Hooch grabbed the broom Harry had brought in.

My eyes never left Oliver Wood. It was only when he was carried outside that I closed my eyes and started crying all over again. He was carried into a sunlight I hadn't realized was there.

A/N: Yesh, more romance here, and I know some of you people are looking for a romance-free Wood story, but I had to put this in. Perhaps in my next Wood fic there'll be no romance. Now, this was narrated by Angelina because I needed someone who was close to Wood, someone who, preferably, loved him. I was originally going to use Harry and get the mad boy's POV for this chapter, but decided against it, because we've seen enough to Harry's anger and tears from his POV, and this just needed someone close to Wood. I'm planning on Angelina narrating the next chapter for the same reason, then perhaps Harry after that. Oi, this is getting longer than I ever intended. Oh, if the writing's sucky, I'm writing this at ten, and with getting up early for school, I'm pretty tired and out of it. Typos and whatnot are result of that. I'm usually a very careful typer. Oh, I know Sean Biggerstaff (Wood in the movie) has brown eyes, but I adore blue eyes and had to put them in here. *shrugs* Dunno why. I'll have just about everything according to Sean in the next fic, I promise.