Oliver landed with a little thump on the damp ground; he never really had
mastered the art of a good apparation. As he picked himself up and flicked
little pieces of dirt off his robes, Oliver looked forward and stared at
the Weasely home. He had been to the Burrow on several occasions and loved
how quaint their house looked, but on this particular occasion, the house
looked ominous, shielded by a sheet of mist. Looking up at the sky he
realised that the stars were out and it had taken him the good part of a
day to apparate to the Burrow. I hope Harry isn't too worried, Oliver
thought as he stared at the rickety house. As Oliver moved towards the back
door, it flung open and Ron ran outside, out of breath.
"Oliver! I-"
"Let's talk inside Ron, it's cold out here," Oliver replied, wrapping his cloak tighter around him and moving passed Ron.
"But there's something-"
"Can you not feel the cold?" Oliver said sarcastically and he carried on walking, but Ron grabbed him roughly by the arm and pulled him aside.
"Listen to me," he whispered, staring deep into Oliver's brown eyes and it was at this moment that Oliver realised Ron was not the little third year he had known, but an extremely mature fifth year and Oliver didn't make any attempt to argue with him.
"What?"
"Percy's home and he's-"
"Ron what are you doing your brother- Oliver!" he heard a woman's voice shriek and as Oliver turned around he saw a beaming Ms Weasley dashing towards him.
"My dear boy! I haven't seen you in so long what brings you here?"
"I invited him mum," Ron replied quickly, giving Oliver an alibi and Oliver smiled at Molly Weasely.
"I'm really glad that he did, I haven't seen the family in such a long time."
"And your timing couldn't have been more perfect. Percy's just come back from the Ministry for a visit." Mrs Weasely stopped talking as Oliver shivered a little and she scowled at Ron.
"How can you even think about talking to Oliver outside in the cold?" Ron rolled his eyes, still quite eager to get his point across to Oliver, but Mrs Weasely put her arm around Oliver and ushered him into the kitchen.
When inside, Oliver instantly began to feel warmer.
"Can I get you something to drink dear?" Mrs Weasley asked Oliver and he looked sideways at an anxious Ron.
"No thank you."
"Something warm?" she asked again and Oliver couldn't refuse.
"Okay," he said pleasantly and was about the help Mrs Weasley to get a few mugs out, when Percy appeared in the doorway.
"I thought I heard-" he stopped in mid-sentence as he spotted Oliver and his mouth dropped open a few inches.
"Oliver?"
"Hello Percy," Oliver said composed, already knowing that Percy was there.
"It's been too long!" Percy exclaimed happily, rushing over to Oliver.
"It has," Oliver replied, engaging in their special handshake and then giving him a hug.
"What brings you here?" Percy asked and Ron got a bit fidgety next to Oliver.
"I invited him," Ron replied and Percy narrowed his eyes at his brother.
"Really? Oh of course," Percy said in realisation. "I heard about what happened with Puddlemere United." Oliver cringed a little, feeling the sudden burn at the place Faith had scratched him.
"That part of my life is over, I'm moving on," Oliver lied and Percy stared at him incredulously.
"What? You're moving on, without Quidditch?" There was an awkward silence that was broken my Mrs Weasley scurrying back into the kitchen to check on her hot chocolate.
"Percy," she said breaking the tension and he snapped his head towards his mother.
"Why don't you continue your conversation in the living room?"
"Good idea," Percy beamed and then turning to Oliver said, "I have to introduce you to someone." Oliver pulled a face but it was not enough to wipe the grin off Percy's face.
As the three of them entered the living room, Ron seized his last opportunity to frantically talk to Oliver. But as he opened his mouth, Percy cut in before him.
"Oliver, I want you to meet my fiancé, Faith." For a few moments Oliver cringed at the name because it brought back very bad memories, but as the woman who was sitting with her back facing him turned around, he thought he was in another one of his nightmares. Faith's teeth shone as she smiled sickly and her eyes glittered at the look on Oliver's face.
"Nice to meet you," she cooed back in a gentle, soft tone, one that Oliver knew too well.
"Likewise I'm sure," Oliver gritted through his teeth as she stood up to stand next to Percy.
"Where did you meet?" Oliver was interested to know and as Percy and Faith exchanged looks, Percy laughed.
"At the ministry. Faith was there for an appointment and well, she approached me because she didn't know where to go."
"The rest is kind of history," Faith chimed in and as Percy slipped his hand into hers, Oliver felt the lump in his throat grow bigger by the second.
"What's her surname?" Oliver said suddenly and Percy raised an eyebrow sarcastically.
"You wanna know her blood type too?" he joked but Oliver's face remained very solemn.
"Hot chocolate everyone," Mrs Weasley chirped in and only Ron noticed as Faith smirked satisfyingly at Oliver.
"Excuse me," Oliver said to Mrs Weasely and she looked at him concerned.
"Everything alright?"
"I suddenly have a very strange sensation in my stomach," he replied, directing his comment at Faith. Percy was too happy to notice that anything was wrong and as Oliver left the room, no one saw Ron follow him swiftly.
Oliver walked to the kitchen sink and opened the cold-water tap. As he cupped his hands underneath it was splashed the icy water in his face, Oliver contemplated walking out the door and not stop walking until he reached another country. The plan he had had seemed so simple, until the situation had gotten more complicated.
"Oliver," Ron said suddenly and Oliver jumped back from the sink with a fright.
"I thought you were her," he spat and Ron grimaced.
"I tried to tell you."
"Yeah well, you should've tried harder," Oliver snapped and Ron's faced was tainted with a hurt expression.
"I'm sorry," Oliver said in realisation. "It just hasn't been the best day for me. Where's Harry and Hermione?"
"Oh. They're upstairs," Ron replied, lowering his voice. "They're trying to come up with come new information on her. Like why she was at the Ministry in the first place."
"Probably one of her trial days," Oliver said, turning around to face the sink and running wet hands through his unruly hair.
"How did this happen?" he whispered to himself as Ron pulled out a chair at the kitchen table.
"I understand if you want to leave," Ron said and Oliver turned back around to stare at Ron.
"I think that's the most intelligent thing I've heard the whole day."
"Are you insane?" a female voice interrupted and Oliver and Ron both gazed up to see Mrs Weasely looming at them.
"I don't want to be a nuisance," Oliver added convincingly, but Mrs Weasely wasn't buying any of it.
"You can stay in Fred and George's room. They're staying with Lee Jordan for the whole holidays- and I won't hear another word about it!" Mrs Weasley added as she saw Oliver open his mouth to argue.
"Oliver!" an excited voice exclaimed and when Oliver looked up he saw Harry and Hermione and gave them a weak smile.
"Did you see who's here?" Hermione chirped and then realised that Mrs Weasley was in the room.
"Yes. I saw Percy," he said and Harry grinned at how sharp Oliver was.
"Mum, will you excuse us for a little bit?" Ron asked as he got up and walked towards the door.
"Sure. Don't stay outside for too long though, it's quite chilly."
Once the four of them had made their way into the garden and allocated seats for themselves on short tree stumps, the silence settled in, but Oliver broke it when he sighed loudly.
"How did this happen??" Oliver asked and none of them had an answer for him. But the sarcastic laugh that Oliver let out, allowed him to answer his own question.
"Faith. It's always been her. It's not enough that she took everything I love away from me but now she's got to destroy my life too."
"Why don't we just tell Percy?" Hermione said suddenly, but judging by the look on his face, Oliver had already thought about that.
"Did you see Percy's face? He's so infatuated with her-"
"We need Fred and George," Ron interrupted Oliver and he turned to look at him.
"They'll believe you, I know they will." Oliver ran Ron's suggestion through his mind, but still wasn't convinced. But what-"
"Oliver. When you were our captain, every word that came out your mouth was the truth. Not only did you teach us the game, you taught us how to live up there. You taught us how to live without lies." Oliver was speechless as he listened to Harry.
"They'll believe you," Harry said, echoing Ron's words.
"It's our best bet," Hermione added, letting her expressions tell that this situation was beyond her brainpower to sought out.
*Author's Note* Well. it's been a long time since I've written, but it's amazing how a few reviews can really make your day. I hope this chapter was enjoyable and yes- there is more!! I have to say I was a little disappointed at the new Harry Potter movie because Wood isn't in it enough. Other than that the movie really is FAB!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I love the way their voices have broken. hehehe!
"Oliver! I-"
"Let's talk inside Ron, it's cold out here," Oliver replied, wrapping his cloak tighter around him and moving passed Ron.
"But there's something-"
"Can you not feel the cold?" Oliver said sarcastically and he carried on walking, but Ron grabbed him roughly by the arm and pulled him aside.
"Listen to me," he whispered, staring deep into Oliver's brown eyes and it was at this moment that Oliver realised Ron was not the little third year he had known, but an extremely mature fifth year and Oliver didn't make any attempt to argue with him.
"What?"
"Percy's home and he's-"
"Ron what are you doing your brother- Oliver!" he heard a woman's voice shriek and as Oliver turned around he saw a beaming Ms Weasley dashing towards him.
"My dear boy! I haven't seen you in so long what brings you here?"
"I invited him mum," Ron replied quickly, giving Oliver an alibi and Oliver smiled at Molly Weasely.
"I'm really glad that he did, I haven't seen the family in such a long time."
"And your timing couldn't have been more perfect. Percy's just come back from the Ministry for a visit." Mrs Weasely stopped talking as Oliver shivered a little and she scowled at Ron.
"How can you even think about talking to Oliver outside in the cold?" Ron rolled his eyes, still quite eager to get his point across to Oliver, but Mrs Weasely put her arm around Oliver and ushered him into the kitchen.
When inside, Oliver instantly began to feel warmer.
"Can I get you something to drink dear?" Mrs Weasley asked Oliver and he looked sideways at an anxious Ron.
"No thank you."
"Something warm?" she asked again and Oliver couldn't refuse.
"Okay," he said pleasantly and was about the help Mrs Weasley to get a few mugs out, when Percy appeared in the doorway.
"I thought I heard-" he stopped in mid-sentence as he spotted Oliver and his mouth dropped open a few inches.
"Oliver?"
"Hello Percy," Oliver said composed, already knowing that Percy was there.
"It's been too long!" Percy exclaimed happily, rushing over to Oliver.
"It has," Oliver replied, engaging in their special handshake and then giving him a hug.
"What brings you here?" Percy asked and Ron got a bit fidgety next to Oliver.
"I invited him," Ron replied and Percy narrowed his eyes at his brother.
"Really? Oh of course," Percy said in realisation. "I heard about what happened with Puddlemere United." Oliver cringed a little, feeling the sudden burn at the place Faith had scratched him.
"That part of my life is over, I'm moving on," Oliver lied and Percy stared at him incredulously.
"What? You're moving on, without Quidditch?" There was an awkward silence that was broken my Mrs Weasley scurrying back into the kitchen to check on her hot chocolate.
"Percy," she said breaking the tension and he snapped his head towards his mother.
"Why don't you continue your conversation in the living room?"
"Good idea," Percy beamed and then turning to Oliver said, "I have to introduce you to someone." Oliver pulled a face but it was not enough to wipe the grin off Percy's face.
As the three of them entered the living room, Ron seized his last opportunity to frantically talk to Oliver. But as he opened his mouth, Percy cut in before him.
"Oliver, I want you to meet my fiancé, Faith." For a few moments Oliver cringed at the name because it brought back very bad memories, but as the woman who was sitting with her back facing him turned around, he thought he was in another one of his nightmares. Faith's teeth shone as she smiled sickly and her eyes glittered at the look on Oliver's face.
"Nice to meet you," she cooed back in a gentle, soft tone, one that Oliver knew too well.
"Likewise I'm sure," Oliver gritted through his teeth as she stood up to stand next to Percy.
"Where did you meet?" Oliver was interested to know and as Percy and Faith exchanged looks, Percy laughed.
"At the ministry. Faith was there for an appointment and well, she approached me because she didn't know where to go."
"The rest is kind of history," Faith chimed in and as Percy slipped his hand into hers, Oliver felt the lump in his throat grow bigger by the second.
"What's her surname?" Oliver said suddenly and Percy raised an eyebrow sarcastically.
"You wanna know her blood type too?" he joked but Oliver's face remained very solemn.
"Hot chocolate everyone," Mrs Weasley chirped in and only Ron noticed as Faith smirked satisfyingly at Oliver.
"Excuse me," Oliver said to Mrs Weasely and she looked at him concerned.
"Everything alright?"
"I suddenly have a very strange sensation in my stomach," he replied, directing his comment at Faith. Percy was too happy to notice that anything was wrong and as Oliver left the room, no one saw Ron follow him swiftly.
Oliver walked to the kitchen sink and opened the cold-water tap. As he cupped his hands underneath it was splashed the icy water in his face, Oliver contemplated walking out the door and not stop walking until he reached another country. The plan he had had seemed so simple, until the situation had gotten more complicated.
"Oliver," Ron said suddenly and Oliver jumped back from the sink with a fright.
"I thought you were her," he spat and Ron grimaced.
"I tried to tell you."
"Yeah well, you should've tried harder," Oliver snapped and Ron's faced was tainted with a hurt expression.
"I'm sorry," Oliver said in realisation. "It just hasn't been the best day for me. Where's Harry and Hermione?"
"Oh. They're upstairs," Ron replied, lowering his voice. "They're trying to come up with come new information on her. Like why she was at the Ministry in the first place."
"Probably one of her trial days," Oliver said, turning around to face the sink and running wet hands through his unruly hair.
"How did this happen?" he whispered to himself as Ron pulled out a chair at the kitchen table.
"I understand if you want to leave," Ron said and Oliver turned back around to stare at Ron.
"I think that's the most intelligent thing I've heard the whole day."
"Are you insane?" a female voice interrupted and Oliver and Ron both gazed up to see Mrs Weasely looming at them.
"I don't want to be a nuisance," Oliver added convincingly, but Mrs Weasely wasn't buying any of it.
"You can stay in Fred and George's room. They're staying with Lee Jordan for the whole holidays- and I won't hear another word about it!" Mrs Weasley added as she saw Oliver open his mouth to argue.
"Oliver!" an excited voice exclaimed and when Oliver looked up he saw Harry and Hermione and gave them a weak smile.
"Did you see who's here?" Hermione chirped and then realised that Mrs Weasley was in the room.
"Yes. I saw Percy," he said and Harry grinned at how sharp Oliver was.
"Mum, will you excuse us for a little bit?" Ron asked as he got up and walked towards the door.
"Sure. Don't stay outside for too long though, it's quite chilly."
Once the four of them had made their way into the garden and allocated seats for themselves on short tree stumps, the silence settled in, but Oliver broke it when he sighed loudly.
"How did this happen??" Oliver asked and none of them had an answer for him. But the sarcastic laugh that Oliver let out, allowed him to answer his own question.
"Faith. It's always been her. It's not enough that she took everything I love away from me but now she's got to destroy my life too."
"Why don't we just tell Percy?" Hermione said suddenly, but judging by the look on his face, Oliver had already thought about that.
"Did you see Percy's face? He's so infatuated with her-"
"We need Fred and George," Ron interrupted Oliver and he turned to look at him.
"They'll believe you, I know they will." Oliver ran Ron's suggestion through his mind, but still wasn't convinced. But what-"
"Oliver. When you were our captain, every word that came out your mouth was the truth. Not only did you teach us the game, you taught us how to live up there. You taught us how to live without lies." Oliver was speechless as he listened to Harry.
"They'll believe you," Harry said, echoing Ron's words.
"It's our best bet," Hermione added, letting her expressions tell that this situation was beyond her brainpower to sought out.
*Author's Note* Well. it's been a long time since I've written, but it's amazing how a few reviews can really make your day. I hope this chapter was enjoyable and yes- there is more!! I have to say I was a little disappointed at the new Harry Potter movie because Wood isn't in it enough. Other than that the movie really is FAB!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I love the way their voices have broken. hehehe!