Oliver walked down the hallway slowly, his head in a book about charms for
class. He was just getting onto the charm to summon objects to your hand
when he heard running behind him. He turned and saw Harry Potter running
up the corridor. Oliver was just about to say hello when Harry yelled out,
"You're going to kill the shopkeeper!?"
Oliver quickly pulled out his wand and waved it, Harry's lips disappearing and melting to become just some more over his face. Harry made wails and muffled yells as Oliver grabbed him and shoved him into an empty classroom, following him in. Once they were inside, Oliver waved his wand again, his mouth appearing again.
"Why did you do that!?" screamed Harry.
"Want me to do it again, I see." Oliver threatened. Harry shook his head and apologised.
"Now, what was that you were yelling down the hallway for all to hear?" Oliver asked calmly.
"I heard Hermione and Colin and Lindsay talking about a spell to get rid of them, and I know about that potion, Oliver! The one Katie got!" Harry blurted out.
"Careful, Harry. You go around so the others hear that you know, and you'll be in trouble." Oliver warned.
"Why would I be in trouble?" Harry asked.
"They don't think you should be in on this, and truthfully, Harry, the way you're acting right now doesn't really make me want you in on it either." Oliver said.
"In on what!? Your murder!?" yelled Harry.
Oliver pointed his wand at Harry.
"No! No! I'll stop!" said Harry, his hands out in front of him.
"First of all Harry, I don't know where you got the idea we're killing anyone. We're not." Oliver said.
"Then why were they saying that?" Harry asked.
"Maybe they knew you were listening?" Oliver guessed.
"I doubt it."
"Well, whatever they were saying, they're wrong. We're not killing anyone…unless…" Oliver said, and then looked at Harry, as if the 'unless' was directed to him.
"Whoa, Oliver. Just calm down." Harry said. Oliver's straight face turned into a smile and he laughed.
"I'm just foolin' with you, Harry." Oliver said. Harry let out a sigh of relief.
"Well, what's the second of all?" Harry asked.
"Since you know so much, we will need you…" Oliver said.
"But I don't want any part of this!" Harry admitted.
"Then you shouldn't have snooped around in it." Oliver said.
"Meet us in the common room at 2am. Any earlier, and Filch'll still be awake. Any later, teachers will be waking up." Oliver ordered. He put his hand on Harry's shoulder and said, "If you screw this up for us, you are as good as dead."
With that, Oliver walked out of the room, his book under his shoulder. Harry stood there for a moment, puzzled. He didn't really think about what had just happened, but he stood there and thought about it for a moment before leaving as well.
Oliver quickly pulled out his wand and waved it, Harry's lips disappearing and melting to become just some more over his face. Harry made wails and muffled yells as Oliver grabbed him and shoved him into an empty classroom, following him in. Once they were inside, Oliver waved his wand again, his mouth appearing again.
"Why did you do that!?" screamed Harry.
"Want me to do it again, I see." Oliver threatened. Harry shook his head and apologised.
"Now, what was that you were yelling down the hallway for all to hear?" Oliver asked calmly.
"I heard Hermione and Colin and Lindsay talking about a spell to get rid of them, and I know about that potion, Oliver! The one Katie got!" Harry blurted out.
"Careful, Harry. You go around so the others hear that you know, and you'll be in trouble." Oliver warned.
"Why would I be in trouble?" Harry asked.
"They don't think you should be in on this, and truthfully, Harry, the way you're acting right now doesn't really make me want you in on it either." Oliver said.
"In on what!? Your murder!?" yelled Harry.
Oliver pointed his wand at Harry.
"No! No! I'll stop!" said Harry, his hands out in front of him.
"First of all Harry, I don't know where you got the idea we're killing anyone. We're not." Oliver said.
"Then why were they saying that?" Harry asked.
"Maybe they knew you were listening?" Oliver guessed.
"I doubt it."
"Well, whatever they were saying, they're wrong. We're not killing anyone…unless…" Oliver said, and then looked at Harry, as if the 'unless' was directed to him.
"Whoa, Oliver. Just calm down." Harry said. Oliver's straight face turned into a smile and he laughed.
"I'm just foolin' with you, Harry." Oliver said. Harry let out a sigh of relief.
"Well, what's the second of all?" Harry asked.
"Since you know so much, we will need you…" Oliver said.
"But I don't want any part of this!" Harry admitted.
"Then you shouldn't have snooped around in it." Oliver said.
"Meet us in the common room at 2am. Any earlier, and Filch'll still be awake. Any later, teachers will be waking up." Oliver ordered. He put his hand on Harry's shoulder and said, "If you screw this up for us, you are as good as dead."
With that, Oliver walked out of the room, his book under his shoulder. Harry stood there for a moment, puzzled. He didn't really think about what had just happened, but he stood there and thought about it for a moment before leaving as well.