LETTER TWENTY-SEVEN
Ms. Hermione Granger
Gryffindor Tower
Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry
Dearest, Dear Hermione,
My! How everything has changed! To be brutally honest, I feel like I am in hell. I can't do anything, I am sitting here like a useless chicken bone. The doctors keep telling me to be patient and that things will get better but I can't see that happening.
I can't feel my legs and I can barely move my arms. For a professional Quidditch player, things seem to be going downhill very fast. Maybe it's best that Puddlemere dropped me.
Thank you for your letter and your words of encouragement.
Lucille was next to me the other day and I couldn't open my eyes. I knew my brain was working but my body didn't react to it. I have never been so frustrated by something ever.
Anyway, then I kept hearing Lucille's voice and soon enough I realised she was reading a letter from you. Boy, how that changed everything!!!
My eyes sprung open and soon enough my voice returned to me. I asked her to read your letter goodness knows how many times. I think I have memorised it. The people who found me also found the other letters you have previously sent me and they are sitting next to Lucille now. I can see them from here and I, Oliver Wood, have tears running down my face.
Oh dear, I think I have made Lucille cry now too.
The doctors are saying they are hopeful that I will have full use of my body again but it will take a lot of spells and potions and wizarding methods to do that. They are experimented somewhere at the moment to figure out the best method for my body.
As soon as I am out of this hospital I am coming to you Hermione. I am coming to give you a hug and wrap my arms around you (when I can move them... IF I can ever move them) and I will tell you in person how much you mean to me.
Hermione, laying here in bed has made me realise something.
I am in love with you.
I have been doing nothing but thinking and now I think about it I realise that everytime I have been down in the past six months, you have been there to help me through it.
With everything! Anita, Darren, Puddlemere and now this. Puddlemere is out of my life now obviously and I have had enough time to feel sorry for myself and kick (not literally) and yell about how life is one bloody annoying hell-hole but I want to live. I have so much to live for. I have YOU to live for. And because of YOU I WANT to live. I am currently deciding what I want to do once I'm out of here.
I never thought I'd say it but I think I want to stop playing professional Quidditch. I think you know from my letters that it never really made me happy. The fame, the fan clubs, the nastiness.... it was all very grand for awhile but I think I've had enough time in the spotlight.
I just want to be with you.
I am praying and hoping that you feel the same about me. It feels so good to tell you I love you but I think it will feel even better to cover you in kisses and then tell you IN PERSON how much I love you.
But until the day I can walk and move and come and visit you, we must keep writing.
I hope this letter has cheered you up like yours cheered me up. Don't stress about me anymore, I'm okay. Concentrate on the exams. You have such a clever brain Herm, that under no circumstances will I let you do anything except ACE every one of your exams. For all of the years I have known you, I know you are the most talented, bright, bubbly, smart and beautiful girl in this world. I don't think you and Harry are suited any more... i think we are and I hope you think we are too.
With love forever and forever,
Your pal (and hopefully so much more),
Oliver
PS. Lucille: Sorry there are tears marks, Oliver spoke with so much passion when he dictated that. I didn't know he had it in him! Bless you.
Ms. Hermione Granger
Gryffindor Tower
Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry
Dearest, Dear Hermione,
My! How everything has changed! To be brutally honest, I feel like I am in hell. I can't do anything, I am sitting here like a useless chicken bone. The doctors keep telling me to be patient and that things will get better but I can't see that happening.
I can't feel my legs and I can barely move my arms. For a professional Quidditch player, things seem to be going downhill very fast. Maybe it's best that Puddlemere dropped me.
Thank you for your letter and your words of encouragement.
Lucille was next to me the other day and I couldn't open my eyes. I knew my brain was working but my body didn't react to it. I have never been so frustrated by something ever.
Anyway, then I kept hearing Lucille's voice and soon enough I realised she was reading a letter from you. Boy, how that changed everything!!!
My eyes sprung open and soon enough my voice returned to me. I asked her to read your letter goodness knows how many times. I think I have memorised it. The people who found me also found the other letters you have previously sent me and they are sitting next to Lucille now. I can see them from here and I, Oliver Wood, have tears running down my face.
Oh dear, I think I have made Lucille cry now too.
The doctors are saying they are hopeful that I will have full use of my body again but it will take a lot of spells and potions and wizarding methods to do that. They are experimented somewhere at the moment to figure out the best method for my body.
As soon as I am out of this hospital I am coming to you Hermione. I am coming to give you a hug and wrap my arms around you (when I can move them... IF I can ever move them) and I will tell you in person how much you mean to me.
Hermione, laying here in bed has made me realise something.
I am in love with you.
I have been doing nothing but thinking and now I think about it I realise that everytime I have been down in the past six months, you have been there to help me through it.
With everything! Anita, Darren, Puddlemere and now this. Puddlemere is out of my life now obviously and I have had enough time to feel sorry for myself and kick (not literally) and yell about how life is one bloody annoying hell-hole but I want to live. I have so much to live for. I have YOU to live for. And because of YOU I WANT to live. I am currently deciding what I want to do once I'm out of here.
I never thought I'd say it but I think I want to stop playing professional Quidditch. I think you know from my letters that it never really made me happy. The fame, the fan clubs, the nastiness.... it was all very grand for awhile but I think I've had enough time in the spotlight.
I just want to be with you.
I am praying and hoping that you feel the same about me. It feels so good to tell you I love you but I think it will feel even better to cover you in kisses and then tell you IN PERSON how much I love you.
But until the day I can walk and move and come and visit you, we must keep writing.
I hope this letter has cheered you up like yours cheered me up. Don't stress about me anymore, I'm okay. Concentrate on the exams. You have such a clever brain Herm, that under no circumstances will I let you do anything except ACE every one of your exams. For all of the years I have known you, I know you are the most talented, bright, bubbly, smart and beautiful girl in this world. I don't think you and Harry are suited any more... i think we are and I hope you think we are too.
With love forever and forever,
Your pal (and hopefully so much more),
Oliver
PS. Lucille: Sorry there are tears marks, Oliver spoke with so much passion when he dictated that. I didn't know he had it in him! Bless you.
