*** Disclaimer: I am not in any way, shape, or form associated with J.K.
Rowling. She is the great genius who thought this new magical world up, and
she has rights to all of her work. I respect every part of that, and this
is just simply a fanfic, but if there is a problem, please e-mail me and I
will gladly fix it. However, I do own my rights to Katarina Aburne, and my
friend's character, Anju Brookshire. These names my not be used unless e-
mailed or written permission. Please respect that! Please DO NOT sure me! I
am a simple little person that has writing as her passion. I haven't any
money to give you anyway! ***
He grabbed Oliver's arm and dragged him down the hall. The crowd slowly began to move again, acting like they saw nothing. Kat lay there, Anju making her way to her. The back of Kat's head was purple, and there was a minor cut from the painting she had hit before collapsing. Anju looked around for someone to help, but nobody seemed to notice Kat unconscious.
Anju ran down the hall and grabbed Professor McGonnagal, the transfiguration teacher, and came back running. The professor looked astounded. She called for the nurse and she levitated her to the hospital wing. Anju was sent to the common room.
Oliver was dragged down the hallways, which seemed to get darker as they got closer. Snape didn't remove his cold hand from gripping the first year. He entered a small, dark room where Snape threw him into a chair.
"You...you..." He paused as he threw books on the floor and pulled out a piece of parchment and a quill. He stared at him. Oliver was still holding his jaw, which really seemed to be painful, and the other hand was on his stomach, which also felt just wonderful as well.
"Attack on a student...and you beat a girl unconscious. Nice way to start your record at Hogwarts, and with me Wood."
"SIR! I didn't touch that girl! MARCUS was beating ME up! Do I get any liberty and respect? Or are you just going to blame it all on me!?" Oliver screamed at Snape.
Snape chuckled. "And why should I believe YOU?"
"I would never touch one of them. I tried to get away peacefully, but I was thrown back in and hit again and again. Marcus! It was Marcus! I didn't do ANYTHING!"
"If you didn't do anything Mr. Wood, we will just have to wait for Miss," He looked over at a paper on his old and worn desk, "Miss Aburne."
"She'll tell you. She tried to help me by telling Marcus off, but he slammed us both into a wall, and she hit the painting and fell unconscious. How do I get the blame for this? I don't even remember you even questioning Marcus! You just let him walk away! WALK AWAY!"
He was now out of the chair screaming at the top of his lungs. Snape started to laugh slyly again, standing up now. He pushed Oliver into the chair again. He went to the door, where Professor McGonnagal was close by, apparently listening, and acting innocently. She snarled at him when he wasn't looking, and Snape slammed the door, knocking a lamp off the wall and letting it crash to the ground.
Snape looked Oliver in the eye. Oliver stared back with his dark, pure, brown eyes. Snape was looking for words so he could just crush Oliver.
"You will be in detention for the next three weeks, your parents will be informed, and you will spend this weekend scrubbing the leftovers out of the cauldrons in my room. Now…"
"SIR! The first quidditch match is Saturday! Come ON!"
Snape continued, not noticing that Oliver even existed.
"Professor, this is ABSURD! Do I get ANY say at all??" He shouted.
"Your opinion isn't relevant when I saw what happened."
"But-- sir!" Oliver was cut off.
"Shut up Wood! You have the punishment! Get out of my face! OUT!"
Oliver got up immediately.
"I will not serve those detentions." He walked out, slamming the door, knocking a bottle of ink off Snape's desk and getting the carpet stained. Snape gritted his teeth.
Oliver sped up, turning around every so often and rounding the corner carefully, making sure Snape doesn't appear to murder him. He went up the staircase, treading softly as his feet tapped. He walked down the hallway, and entered the hospital wing. Kat was alone in a room, either asleep or just unconscious still, her head bandaged up. Madam Pomfrey, the head of the medical crew, marched over.
"Marcus Flint... that boy should be thrown out of school for this. We're just lucky that Kat didn't get hit twice. Not sure if she could've taken another hit to the wall like that. She has a bad concussion on her head, but she should be able to go to class tomorrow. If not, the next day she will be ready."
Oliver walked up to her bed, feeling incredibly guilty. Madam Pomfrey followed and took a glass of water off the table next to her.
"Is she... asleep?"
"She has been asleep for a while, she should wake soon."
What a coincidence, Kat's eyes blinked at the words. She looked like she had just had fallen off a building and she was very dizzy, you could see it in her eyes. She looked confused and like her brain was squeezing itself. She put her hand onto her forehead and closed her eyes in pain. She blinked and tried to focus on her visitor.
"Oliver--?"
"Kat! I feel awful about this... I'm really sorry, I didn't know how Marcus would react." He tried to explain. His eyes were a lighter brown, and he looked at Kat like he was dead serious.
"Look, I don't even know why I just responded to you being hurt, I just... hate temperamental people that hurt others. It makes me crazy." Kat tried to sit up, but fell back onto her pillow.
Loud clacks on the floor sounded like someone was coming down the hall, heeled shoes, and was walking very fast. The door swung open as she yelled loudly.
** Can you tell I like cliffhangers?? Keep reading!! **
He grabbed Oliver's arm and dragged him down the hall. The crowd slowly began to move again, acting like they saw nothing. Kat lay there, Anju making her way to her. The back of Kat's head was purple, and there was a minor cut from the painting she had hit before collapsing. Anju looked around for someone to help, but nobody seemed to notice Kat unconscious.
Anju ran down the hall and grabbed Professor McGonnagal, the transfiguration teacher, and came back running. The professor looked astounded. She called for the nurse and she levitated her to the hospital wing. Anju was sent to the common room.
Oliver was dragged down the hallways, which seemed to get darker as they got closer. Snape didn't remove his cold hand from gripping the first year. He entered a small, dark room where Snape threw him into a chair.
"You...you..." He paused as he threw books on the floor and pulled out a piece of parchment and a quill. He stared at him. Oliver was still holding his jaw, which really seemed to be painful, and the other hand was on his stomach, which also felt just wonderful as well.
"Attack on a student...and you beat a girl unconscious. Nice way to start your record at Hogwarts, and with me Wood."
"SIR! I didn't touch that girl! MARCUS was beating ME up! Do I get any liberty and respect? Or are you just going to blame it all on me!?" Oliver screamed at Snape.
Snape chuckled. "And why should I believe YOU?"
"I would never touch one of them. I tried to get away peacefully, but I was thrown back in and hit again and again. Marcus! It was Marcus! I didn't do ANYTHING!"
"If you didn't do anything Mr. Wood, we will just have to wait for Miss," He looked over at a paper on his old and worn desk, "Miss Aburne."
"She'll tell you. She tried to help me by telling Marcus off, but he slammed us both into a wall, and she hit the painting and fell unconscious. How do I get the blame for this? I don't even remember you even questioning Marcus! You just let him walk away! WALK AWAY!"
He was now out of the chair screaming at the top of his lungs. Snape started to laugh slyly again, standing up now. He pushed Oliver into the chair again. He went to the door, where Professor McGonnagal was close by, apparently listening, and acting innocently. She snarled at him when he wasn't looking, and Snape slammed the door, knocking a lamp off the wall and letting it crash to the ground.
Snape looked Oliver in the eye. Oliver stared back with his dark, pure, brown eyes. Snape was looking for words so he could just crush Oliver.
"You will be in detention for the next three weeks, your parents will be informed, and you will spend this weekend scrubbing the leftovers out of the cauldrons in my room. Now…"
"SIR! The first quidditch match is Saturday! Come ON!"
Snape continued, not noticing that Oliver even existed.
"Professor, this is ABSURD! Do I get ANY say at all??" He shouted.
"Your opinion isn't relevant when I saw what happened."
"But-- sir!" Oliver was cut off.
"Shut up Wood! You have the punishment! Get out of my face! OUT!"
Oliver got up immediately.
"I will not serve those detentions." He walked out, slamming the door, knocking a bottle of ink off Snape's desk and getting the carpet stained. Snape gritted his teeth.
Oliver sped up, turning around every so often and rounding the corner carefully, making sure Snape doesn't appear to murder him. He went up the staircase, treading softly as his feet tapped. He walked down the hallway, and entered the hospital wing. Kat was alone in a room, either asleep or just unconscious still, her head bandaged up. Madam Pomfrey, the head of the medical crew, marched over.
"Marcus Flint... that boy should be thrown out of school for this. We're just lucky that Kat didn't get hit twice. Not sure if she could've taken another hit to the wall like that. She has a bad concussion on her head, but she should be able to go to class tomorrow. If not, the next day she will be ready."
Oliver walked up to her bed, feeling incredibly guilty. Madam Pomfrey followed and took a glass of water off the table next to her.
"Is she... asleep?"
"She has been asleep for a while, she should wake soon."
What a coincidence, Kat's eyes blinked at the words. She looked like she had just had fallen off a building and she was very dizzy, you could see it in her eyes. She looked confused and like her brain was squeezing itself. She put her hand onto her forehead and closed her eyes in pain. She blinked and tried to focus on her visitor.
"Oliver--?"
"Kat! I feel awful about this... I'm really sorry, I didn't know how Marcus would react." He tried to explain. His eyes were a lighter brown, and he looked at Kat like he was dead serious.
"Look, I don't even know why I just responded to you being hurt, I just... hate temperamental people that hurt others. It makes me crazy." Kat tried to sit up, but fell back onto her pillow.
Loud clacks on the floor sounded like someone was coming down the hall, heeled shoes, and was walking very fast. The door swung open as she yelled loudly.
** Can you tell I like cliffhangers?? Keep reading!! **