Summary: Oliver has been drafted to go to the war of the wizards and must leave his wife, Hermione. The he meets some people he hasn't seen in a long time.
A/N This is a very strange story but I think it might be kind of cool. I don't know yet though because I haven't finished it. The ending will be as much of a surprise to me as to you.
Disclaimer: I don't own any of the characters, I don't own the song, I don't own the poem either, that belongs to one of my best friend Mary she's awesome! And the idea belongs to Jack my brother (check out some of his stories his username is heavymetal2000) so basically I own nothing!
Courage
Hello good brave soldier
To your country true
I hope that with a little luck this poem will find you
Now sing a said song
The war has begun
It will claim many lives
Before it is won
As you march into battle
Keep this thought in mind
If you try your hardest
True courage you'll find
-Mary
Courage
You should try not to be so courageous
I never said you were mistake at all
You got it all wrong
You're misunderstanding
-Alien Ant Farm
And now for our feature presentation
Courage (this is the real story this time)
"Look, Oliver the mail's here. Oh there's a letter for you, bills, bills, bills, a letter from Ron..." My wife Hermione said.
I opened the letter.
"Oh my god..." I whispered.
"What?" Hermione said, uninterested, well pouring over Ron's letter. I always knew she loved him more than me.
"I've been drafted," I said.
"For the war of the wizards? Oh...how...terrible..." Hermione said with fake disappointment. Why did I marry her? She doesn't love me and I don't love her.
"Well...I'll...miss you..." I said with fake sadness.
"You better go pack...I'll write Ron, to tell him what happened..." She said. Tell him what happened, sure...more like invite him over for a party.
I went upstairs to pack. Hmm...I would be gone for so long what would I bring? Definitely nothing to remind me of Hermione. I flipped through some photo albums. They were mostly pictures of my Hogwarts days when I was Quidditch captain. Then came the pictures of Angelina and I, god, she was the best thing that ever happened to me, I wonder what went wrong with us?
I threw the photo album in my suitcase along with some clothes and other stuff.
Another owl flew in through the window. It dropped an envelope in my lap.
Mr. Wood,
You have been drafted for the War of the Wizards. We await your owl. Please apperate within the next two hours.
Sincerely,
Cornelius Fudge
I grinned at the promptness off the ministry. I picked up my suitcase and walked down the stairs.
"Well, er, Hermione. I'll...see you. " I said picking up a piece of paper and a quill.
Dear Minister,
Sure I can come. See you soon.
Cheers,
Oliver
A/N This is a very strange story but I think it might be kind of cool. I don't know yet though because I haven't finished it. The ending will be as much of a surprise to me as to you.
Disclaimer: I don't own any of the characters, I don't own the song, I don't own the poem either, that belongs to one of my best friend Mary she's awesome! And the idea belongs to Jack my brother (check out some of his stories his username is heavymetal2000) so basically I own nothing!
Courage
Hello good brave soldier
To your country true
I hope that with a little luck this poem will find you
Now sing a said song
The war has begun
It will claim many lives
Before it is won
As you march into battle
Keep this thought in mind
If you try your hardest
True courage you'll find
-Mary
Courage
You should try not to be so courageous
I never said you were mistake at all
You got it all wrong
You're misunderstanding
-Alien Ant Farm
And now for our feature presentation
Courage (this is the real story this time)
"Look, Oliver the mail's here. Oh there's a letter for you, bills, bills, bills, a letter from Ron..." My wife Hermione said.
I opened the letter.
"Oh my god..." I whispered.
"What?" Hermione said, uninterested, well pouring over Ron's letter. I always knew she loved him more than me.
"I've been drafted," I said.
"For the war of the wizards? Oh...how...terrible..." Hermione said with fake disappointment. Why did I marry her? She doesn't love me and I don't love her.
"Well...I'll...miss you..." I said with fake sadness.
"You better go pack...I'll write Ron, to tell him what happened..." She said. Tell him what happened, sure...more like invite him over for a party.
I went upstairs to pack. Hmm...I would be gone for so long what would I bring? Definitely nothing to remind me of Hermione. I flipped through some photo albums. They were mostly pictures of my Hogwarts days when I was Quidditch captain. Then came the pictures of Angelina and I, god, she was the best thing that ever happened to me, I wonder what went wrong with us?
I threw the photo album in my suitcase along with some clothes and other stuff.
Another owl flew in through the window. It dropped an envelope in my lap.
Mr. Wood,
You have been drafted for the War of the Wizards. We await your owl. Please apperate within the next two hours.
Sincerely,
Cornelius Fudge
I grinned at the promptness off the ministry. I picked up my suitcase and walked down the stairs.
"Well, er, Hermione. I'll...see you. " I said picking up a piece of paper and a quill.
Dear Minister,
Sure I can come. See you soon.
Cheers,
Oliver