A/N: The next chapter. This chapter is just recovery from the disaster that happened earlier. Still narrated by Angelina, and all that good stuff.

I just saw the movie for the second time. Don't forget to read in a British accent (for the non-British readers)! ^_^ Naw, you don't have to. At least try to read what Oliver says in Sean's Scottish accent. It's.....*faints*

Nothin' belongs to me, save a few original characters, like Jasmine, and now, Anthony Grigg, and maybe a few more. *bows to Rowling* *then kisses Oliver* ^_^ Oh, the song in here is mine, too.

NOTE: This is a rewrite, I guess. Yes, I actually agree with a lot of you. The Angelina/Oliver romance doesn't work with this story. So....I made it one-sided. Angelina has feelings for Oliver, yet Oli only knows her as a good, dear friend. ^_^


~Broken Wings~
*With One Breath, Silence Your Pain*











It was like he was dead. Gone, gone from us, from me. Not seeing him between classes, that was normal. I'd grown used to it. But seeing him in the hospital wing, day after day, and each day just the same as last....

Jasmine put our Quidditch practices to a halt. Harry said Madame Hooch cut her classes short because of Oliver's absence. Each day was clouded over, dark, raining. Still raining. Like it was that day.

I sat next to him. Each day more color returned to his face, but he never opened his eyes. Never showed another sign of life.

" Millions of Muggles are struck by lightning," Harry told me repeatedly, " and most of them live."

Jasmine would sometimes sit with me, helping me keep his temperature, and grabbed cool rags to keep it down. There was always a Muggle born student in the room, teaching us Muggle medicine techniques. Oliver was still too weak for magic treatment.

A Muggle born student, Anthony Grigg, tapped my shoulder, handed me a cold, damp rag.

" On the forehead," he reminded me.

I nodded, took the rag in my hands. Anthony removed the rag that was on Oliver's forehead now. I brushed the back of my hand over his cheeks, his brow. His skin was warm, cooler than it had been, but warmer than it should be. The fever had gone down.

I placed the rag on his damp forehead. His eyes twitched.

" How is he?" Harry appeared along side me.

I swallowed. " Better."

He sat next to Wood, adjusted the rag. " The....the last thing I said to him...." His voice cracked. " I called....I called him a damned liar...." Two tears slipped from his emerald eyes.

I smiled ruefully, grabbed his hand. " You breathed life into him." He looked up at me with bloodshot eyes. " That's the most amazing thing I've ever seen."

" Let's hope life stays," he whispered. " He has to live."

Of course he did. He had to live, because of us. Because of me.

I ran my hand over Oliver's closed eyes. They twitched, and a small drop of water from the rag hit my hand.

" You love him." Harry sounded so sure, so right.

I looked at the fifth year. " Everybody does."

" Yes," he agreed, " but not like you."

I shivered, didn't know why, turned back to Oliver.

" It's late, Angelina." Harry rose, offered me his hand. " I'll stay with him."

I took one last glance at Oliver, then allowed Harry to pull me away. Anthony Grigg appeared, handed Harry another cool rag.

" I can take her back," he offered.

Harry accepted his offer for me. " Sleep, Angelina," he told me. " I'll wake you if anything happens."

I nodded slowly, followed Anthony to the Gryffindor Common Room.

" Will he live?" I asked the sixth year.

" He's a fighter," Anthony answered. " I don't see why not." He brushed locks of black hair from his eyes. " We're doing all we can. It's up to him to pull through."

I accepted that answer. It was the closest I'd ever get to a yes.

" Butternut," Anthony whispered. I heard the painting swing asaid. Anthony led me into the Common Room.

" How is he?" Fred asked.

I think it was Fred.

" Recovering," Anthony answered for me. I was grateful. I knew I would cry should I try to speak.

" Is he good? Bad?" Fred waited for Anthony to answer again.

Anthony sighed. " I need to get her in bed."

Fred nodded simply, oddly quiet. He sat down, eyes staring into the fire. I had never seen him so quiet, so solemn.

Maybe he cared for Oliver as much as I did.

I put my hand on his arm, tried to say something, found I couldn't.

Anthony took me by the arm. " Angelina..." he whispered.

I sniffed, then allowed Anthony to pull me up to my dorm. He ushered me inside, helped me into bed.

" Harry and I will be with him all night," he said reassuringly. " If he wakes, we'll let you know. Sleep now."

" Thanks," I muttered, as he pulled my quilt over me. I clutched my pillow tightly. Tears rolled down my cheeks.

Someone was shaking me. I groaned.

" Angelina, wake up," I heard Jasmine whisper. " Harry wants you, down in the hospital wing."

I opened my eyes suddenly. " Harry?" My voice was choked.

" It's Oliver." She pulled the quilt away from me, and cold air rushed to meet me.

I didn't care.

" What's wrong?" I asked, climbing out of bed and following Jasmine out of our dorm.

" Nothing," she answered. She wiped tears from her eyes.

Everyone seemed to be crying these days.

We said nothing more, only ran down the shifting stairs faster than I had ever run in my life. Even at our speed, the trip seemed longer than it ever had been.

Harry was bent over Oliver's bed when we arrived. Anthony was talking with Dumbledor, along with a seventh year, a kid named Benjamin, who answered to B.J. They were gesturing towards Oliver, but I didn't take the time to listen.

My attention was focused on Oliver.

Harry was holding his wrists firmly as the student-teacher shifted and groaned. Soft whispers flew out of Harry's mouth, whispers of encouragement. He didn't look up when Jasmine and I appeared next to him, breathing hard.

" What's wrong?" I hissed.

Harry shook his head. " Nothing.....I think...."

" You think?" Jasmine asked, peering over my shoulder.

" He's just waking up," Harry answered.

Oliver coughed.

" It won't be long," I head B.J. say from behind me. He moved to the other side of the bed. " Clear back, give him some air."

Harry's grip on Oliver's wrist tightened.

I held my breath. This was all too wonderful, too wonderful to actually be real.

He would live.

Oliver took in a deep breath, coughed again, roughly.

" Here." Harry probbed me with an elbow, handed me Oliver's hands. " It's only the right thing."

I smiled at him as I took Oliver's cold hands in my own. His fingers twitched at my touch, I squeezed softly, fingers gently rubbing his knuckles. I whispered his name over and over again, in a sort of chant.

He groaned, tried to shift his weight.

" Grab his shoulders!" Anthony ordered.

Harry took one shoulder, held it tight. B.J. took the other. Oliver began to struggle at being restrained.

" Talk to him," Anthony told me.

Talk to him? What would I say?

I took a deep breath. " Oliver, calm down....it's all right, I'm here." I brought one of his twitching hands to my quivering lips. " Relax, it's okay," I whispered.

His struggle intensified, he started to groan.

" Keep still," I heard Jasmine mutter in melody. I turned my eyes on her. She was singing. " With one breath, silence your pain...."

I knew that song. My mother, before she died.....she used to sing that to me.

" Drift away, come back someday." My own voice was shaking, my lips trembled.

Mum.....Oliver....

" Follow streams 'round the stars, keep me forever in your heart, and with one breath, silence your pain."

Jasmine smiled at me. " Come back to me some day."

Keep still....

Oliver coughed and his groans ceased.

......with one breath.....

His fingers lightly squeezed mine.

.....silence your pain.....

Two tears slipped out of Harry's eyes, dripped onto Oliver's face.

.....drift away....

The tears rolled down Oliver's cheeks, slipped onto the bedspread.

.....come back someday.....

His chest rose forcefully.

....and with wings of silver....

B.J. released his hold on Oliver's shoulder. Harry followed suit.

.....raise above and pray....

Anthony swept his hand over Oliver's brow.

....sing a song.....

" His temperature's down," Anthony mumbled.

....of pleasure's day....

Oliver's breathing slowed.

....remember the angels....

" Is he....." Harry stopped with a choke.

....we used to watch....

Anthony shook his head. " I don't know."

....follow streams 'round the stars....

Oliver's fingers sqeezed my hand again.

....keep me forever in your heart....

My heart leaped.

....and with one breath....

" Come on, Oliver," Dumbledor whispered from behind me.

....silence your pain....

Oliver's eyes twitched, opened slowly. They wandered around the room slowly, one in a haze.

....and with one breath....

His eyes rested on me, a smile spread slowly across his lips.

" I flew," he whispered.

I laughed, flung my body over him, sobbed into his shoulder.

" You're an idiot," I told him, voice muffled by his blanket.

" I flew," he whispered.


A/N: I tried to think of a better chapter ending - this one was utterly mushy, and a little rushed - but my mind's blank.