Chapter 2
Disclaimer- I feel bad that I don't own harry potter and characters but I
did come up with my plot and two of the characters so far- I hope. Anyway
all JKR's.sob sob.waaaaaaa.
2-Who's fault?-
Oliver caught her wrist with his right hand and heaved her up under his arm. He looked down to see the ground a little too close as it was speeding towards him. He winced, he didn't have time to pull out of the dive and if he tried, he'd hit the ground anyway and break his new broom and if he let himself hit the ground on his broom it would break that way too and it might cause more damage as a splintered broom. He pulled himself off the broom in time to crash into the ground on his left side to break Alicia's fall. He had taken the full force of the fall and Alicia had fallen limply on Oliver. His broom zoomed wildly around in the air in loops. Luckily the earth had been softened by recent rains and there were still pools of water, mud and dead grass. The rest of the team witnessed Wood's crash into the ground and then reality checked in, so they came pelting to the ground dropping their brooms instantly and sprinting to the bodies in the mud. Oliver still held Alicia tightly under his right arm. Lying on his back now with Alicia's head and chest across his chest he meekly asked Fred if he could help him up;
"A little help guys?" Oliver grinned as he pleaded. The twins smirked evilly.
Fred and George lifted Alicia off Wood gently and laid her on her back on the pitch, Tim summoned Oliver's broom and held his own under one arm and Oliver's under the other. Oliver crawled over to Alicia and kneeled over her. He shook her gently and called her, hoping she'd wake;
"Ally? Ally? Ally wake up!" he was scared now. What if he'd killed her? He'd killed one of his best friends? His heart started pounding his head started throbbing. He felt hot and flustered and with short breaths and terror filled eyes he scanned her face for signs of life. He started stressing and having a panic attack. He felt like a murderer.
"She'll be alright Oliver. But we have to take her to the hospital wing." Said Elijah, a little panicky himself. In his mind Elijah was thinking "oh no. how could I let this happen? I'm responsible for these peoples safety and this is what happens? One of my team is dead?! What do I do now, do I get expelled!? Do I have to face her parents!? Oh man, Dumbledore is going to kill me! Gryffindor will all want to kill me! Maybe I'll save them the trouble, should I run into the forest and hide? No, I must be strong, brave and ..aghhhhhhhhh! Oh no, this all bad, everything's gone wrong!!! I'm given captain and I kill my players!!!!" Elijah brushed his hands through his hair and kept brushing his face, constantly. A definite symptom of panic.
Oliver scooped her up and cradled her gently in both arms, struggling to his feet then he locked his knees straight as he steadied himself. His legs shook under his robes his head was spinning in fear as he started trudging towards the school, his heart pounded faster by the second as he unknowingly started to run. The skies let loose; the rain poured down in torrents like it was trying to drown the earth. Both Oliver and Alicia were covered in mud; from it flinging off Woods' speeding feet to it splattering on them from the bullets of water pelting the earth. All the team became soaked, and I mean soaked. Like as if Oliver had just dragged Alicia from the lake he ran towards the school drenched and dripping wet.
As Wood was struggling over the lawns closer towards the entrance of the school, Alicia stirred. She half woke and looked up to see Oliver's face covered in mud and blacked out once more. She wasn't conscious to what she saw but later she could remember what she saw but didn't understand when it happened and she thought she dreamed it. Oliver pushed himself on, telling himself "just a little further", the lawns seemed to go forever and he kept forcing and pushing his legs to move and he was gasping for breath his chest heaved for air and from the terror he felt. He was running as best he could without stumbling and falling, trying to block out the pain of a broken rib or two. He burst into the entrance hall, his muddy shoes slipping as he headed for the stairs and in doing so his soaked and dirty robes leaving a lovely mess for Filch to find later and have little fit over.
He pelted up the stairs and forced himself to keep the speed up even though it was killing his legs. In his head he complained "Why the hell does this school have so many damn steps?!" as he passed a confused looking professor McGonagall a little way up the stairs. She eyed him suspiciously, thinking Wood was taking a girl to his room and tsk'ing him in her mind and thinking "such behavior!", she then spotted that it was Alicia in his arms, and she stood watching him tearing up the stairs, she came to a conclusion then herself flew down the steps to go find the rest of her Gryffindor team.
Wood was oblivious to everyone around him as his mind was set to one thing "getting Alicia to the hospital wing." But everyone watched him with an array of faces from surprise to anticipation. But one Slytherin watched with loathing of the boy holding Alicia. Flint surveyed the sight before him, had "that bloody Wood attacked her or just wanted to play hero and win her over?" he stood and pondered for a second "This year I'm going to make my move and she'll be mine." He finalized this thought with a smirk and kept on his trip down to the hall for dinner.
Wood searched for the door to the hospital wing in panic, terror and total disarray. He realized he'd run the wrong way and spun around "turn right at the fourth floor! "He panted to himself. His head swirled from the lack of oxygen; he swayed as his legs slowed to a walk. He gasped and wheezed to breathe. He staggered along the corridor with his world before him swaying. He felt light headed and as if he were going to collapse and black out then and there, but he forced himself on for Alicia's sake. His legs shook like jelly on a plate and he could feel the blood thumping in his head and his heart pounding like a 3 year old child with a new set of drums in his chest.
He saw the door to the hospital wing and exhaled in relief. He felt like his legs were going to fall off. He absolutely forced the last strength out his body to attempt a run to the door. He crashed it open and staggered and swayed as his head reeled, he was looking for Madam Pomfrey. Madam Pomfrey squealed at the sight before her eyes. Oliver put Alicia on a bed gently and gasped between wheezes;
"Her ..head,...she. was.."
"Hit in the head?!" shrieked madam Pomfrey. She carefully checked Alicia's head and magicked up some supplies. Oliver sat on the bed next to Alicia clutching his stitch and trying to breathe properly. Pomfrey cleaned some blood off Alicia and bandaged her head then turned her attention to Oliver. He had his broken ribs repaired and was lying exhausted with eyes clenched closed. He still wheezed and struggled to breathe and recover. He opened his eyes after a while, looking over at Alicia he felt guilty once more, and then the team came tearing into the wing.
"Sorry we took so long but McGonagall forced us to pack up the quidditch things before we came up. Is she alright?" Katie said rather fast to Wood.
"Y." Oliver was interrupted.
"Yes. She will be fine." Said Pomfrey as she tried to mop up some of the mud Oliver had left on the floor.
"Well are you ok Oliver?" asked Angelina with genuine fear in her voice and on her face too.
"He is fine too. But let him rest now and take your mud with you if you could. Please leave quietly; I will take care of them." Pomfrey said stiffly and sounding annoyed. It seemed she had had enough of mud for one day.
The team left with heads hanging low. The girls seemed relieved and began to discuss transfiguration homework even though it was the first week back. But Elijah seemed shaken by the whole experience and Fred and George kept telling him it wasn't his fault even though he felt it was. Fred kept feeling a hot scar of guilt come over his face and back every time the bludger was mentioned as he was the one who had pelted it, but still he joked along with George; they tried to make jokes to cheer everyone up. Tim was really quiet, it seemed he had lost a lot of confidence but he bared a polite grin to any enquiries. Later that night Oliver was released and met the team in the common room who were rejoiced to see him back.
"Is Alicia awake yet?" enquired a curious Fred while slightly turning pink around the ears. George snickered, he remembered the jokes he had come up with after they had left the hospital wing, they were about Wood and Alicia having some alone time while in the hospital wing. In their first year Fred and George always implied to Alicia that Wood liked Alicia and they were meant for each other. Even though Angelina and Katie had taken Alicia's side of denying it, they actually agreed with the twins but never told Alicia.
"No not yet..." Oliver replied dully.
"Well..She is alive isn't she?" piped up George playfully, trying to break the uneasy the mood.
"Aye. She will live, but probably hate me and won't trust me again." he spoke to floor, ashamed of himself and so not to show anyone his red eyes starting to fill with sparkled tears.
"What are you talking about? It wasn't your fault! It wasn't anyone's, it was just an accident. Ok?" Tim spoke up finally a little defensive too.
"Don't you see? It is my fault! I told her to chase the quaffle.and it was all my fault.." he desperately spat out, trying to keep his voice calm but failing, it came out choked and faltering and trailing off at the end.
The girls watched Oliver with sympathetic gazes, wondering how hurt he must feel, probably like how they felt. Tim frowned and kept frowning as he looked away to the fire. The whole common room fell silent, the other students from various years listening intently. Elijah walked up behind Oliver and put his hand on his shoulder to comfort him.
"Oliver.." he said quietly. But Oliver brushed him off violently and sprinted up to his room. The common room felt like Antarctica, everyone was deadly silent, now the team started feeling guilty again too. Wood got to his door and reefed it open and slammed it shut. He ran to his trunk and riffled through it for clean clothes. He threw on some clothes and school robes over the top and sprinted back downstairs and through the common room ignoring everyone as they all watched him tear through the portrait hole at a great rate of knots. Percy stood up pompously and said;
"Well. I think he needs sorting out. He."
"Shut up Perce!" said Fred and George together and they glared at him. He stuttered and stammered some indefinite noises and retreated to a dark corner of the room and immersed himself in a book.
Oliver had to go see Alicia; he knew it was where he had to be. He couldn't face any questions from anyone or his friends right now or even his friends for that matter. He walked quickly to the hospital wing keeping his face looking at the floor, his mind spinning with questions and theories. He somehow made his way to the door into the wing. He stood staring at the door considering whether to go in or not. He stepped up close to it and was nose to door with it. He turned around to leave but leaned against the door for a moment before opening it half way to go into the hospital wing.
"I wonder if she hates me? What if she wants to see me? To yell at me? Oh Merlin! What's going to happen? What should I do? What if she's dead, Pomfrey will kill me!"
This and about another million things were going through Oliver's head all at once as he held the door ajar. Then he decided to go in and see her. He silently walked up to the curtains that she was behind and slid them aside. He sidled up to her bed staring intently at her calm face. He remembered to breathe after noticing he had been holding his breath and tried to collect himself. He stood staring at her for what seemed an eternity. Then he sat in the visitors chair next to her. The room was silent but Oliver's head was buzzing with questions;
"Oh Merlin, is she still out or sleeping? Should I wake her? I want to apologize but she'll probably hate me either way. Oh heck here I go..."
He watched her, lying there helpless, because of him. He leaned in closer and whispered closely into her ear, calling her softly. She turned her head to stop the tickling in her ear. As she did so her lips brushed Oliver's, he felt how warm and soft they were, he trembled and then forced himself to check into reality again ...
!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! end of chapter 2 hee hee I hope someone out there likes this otherwise I might be wasting time and energy. Ah well well..write to ya later!
2-Who's fault?-
Oliver caught her wrist with his right hand and heaved her up under his arm. He looked down to see the ground a little too close as it was speeding towards him. He winced, he didn't have time to pull out of the dive and if he tried, he'd hit the ground anyway and break his new broom and if he let himself hit the ground on his broom it would break that way too and it might cause more damage as a splintered broom. He pulled himself off the broom in time to crash into the ground on his left side to break Alicia's fall. He had taken the full force of the fall and Alicia had fallen limply on Oliver. His broom zoomed wildly around in the air in loops. Luckily the earth had been softened by recent rains and there were still pools of water, mud and dead grass. The rest of the team witnessed Wood's crash into the ground and then reality checked in, so they came pelting to the ground dropping their brooms instantly and sprinting to the bodies in the mud. Oliver still held Alicia tightly under his right arm. Lying on his back now with Alicia's head and chest across his chest he meekly asked Fred if he could help him up;
"A little help guys?" Oliver grinned as he pleaded. The twins smirked evilly.
Fred and George lifted Alicia off Wood gently and laid her on her back on the pitch, Tim summoned Oliver's broom and held his own under one arm and Oliver's under the other. Oliver crawled over to Alicia and kneeled over her. He shook her gently and called her, hoping she'd wake;
"Ally? Ally? Ally wake up!" he was scared now. What if he'd killed her? He'd killed one of his best friends? His heart started pounding his head started throbbing. He felt hot and flustered and with short breaths and terror filled eyes he scanned her face for signs of life. He started stressing and having a panic attack. He felt like a murderer.
"She'll be alright Oliver. But we have to take her to the hospital wing." Said Elijah, a little panicky himself. In his mind Elijah was thinking "oh no. how could I let this happen? I'm responsible for these peoples safety and this is what happens? One of my team is dead?! What do I do now, do I get expelled!? Do I have to face her parents!? Oh man, Dumbledore is going to kill me! Gryffindor will all want to kill me! Maybe I'll save them the trouble, should I run into the forest and hide? No, I must be strong, brave and ..aghhhhhhhhh! Oh no, this all bad, everything's gone wrong!!! I'm given captain and I kill my players!!!!" Elijah brushed his hands through his hair and kept brushing his face, constantly. A definite symptom of panic.
Oliver scooped her up and cradled her gently in both arms, struggling to his feet then he locked his knees straight as he steadied himself. His legs shook under his robes his head was spinning in fear as he started trudging towards the school, his heart pounded faster by the second as he unknowingly started to run. The skies let loose; the rain poured down in torrents like it was trying to drown the earth. Both Oliver and Alicia were covered in mud; from it flinging off Woods' speeding feet to it splattering on them from the bullets of water pelting the earth. All the team became soaked, and I mean soaked. Like as if Oliver had just dragged Alicia from the lake he ran towards the school drenched and dripping wet.
As Wood was struggling over the lawns closer towards the entrance of the school, Alicia stirred. She half woke and looked up to see Oliver's face covered in mud and blacked out once more. She wasn't conscious to what she saw but later she could remember what she saw but didn't understand when it happened and she thought she dreamed it. Oliver pushed himself on, telling himself "just a little further", the lawns seemed to go forever and he kept forcing and pushing his legs to move and he was gasping for breath his chest heaved for air and from the terror he felt. He was running as best he could without stumbling and falling, trying to block out the pain of a broken rib or two. He burst into the entrance hall, his muddy shoes slipping as he headed for the stairs and in doing so his soaked and dirty robes leaving a lovely mess for Filch to find later and have little fit over.
He pelted up the stairs and forced himself to keep the speed up even though it was killing his legs. In his head he complained "Why the hell does this school have so many damn steps?!" as he passed a confused looking professor McGonagall a little way up the stairs. She eyed him suspiciously, thinking Wood was taking a girl to his room and tsk'ing him in her mind and thinking "such behavior!", she then spotted that it was Alicia in his arms, and she stood watching him tearing up the stairs, she came to a conclusion then herself flew down the steps to go find the rest of her Gryffindor team.
Wood was oblivious to everyone around him as his mind was set to one thing "getting Alicia to the hospital wing." But everyone watched him with an array of faces from surprise to anticipation. But one Slytherin watched with loathing of the boy holding Alicia. Flint surveyed the sight before him, had "that bloody Wood attacked her or just wanted to play hero and win her over?" he stood and pondered for a second "This year I'm going to make my move and she'll be mine." He finalized this thought with a smirk and kept on his trip down to the hall for dinner.
Wood searched for the door to the hospital wing in panic, terror and total disarray. He realized he'd run the wrong way and spun around "turn right at the fourth floor! "He panted to himself. His head swirled from the lack of oxygen; he swayed as his legs slowed to a walk. He gasped and wheezed to breathe. He staggered along the corridor with his world before him swaying. He felt light headed and as if he were going to collapse and black out then and there, but he forced himself on for Alicia's sake. His legs shook like jelly on a plate and he could feel the blood thumping in his head and his heart pounding like a 3 year old child with a new set of drums in his chest.
He saw the door to the hospital wing and exhaled in relief. He felt like his legs were going to fall off. He absolutely forced the last strength out his body to attempt a run to the door. He crashed it open and staggered and swayed as his head reeled, he was looking for Madam Pomfrey. Madam Pomfrey squealed at the sight before her eyes. Oliver put Alicia on a bed gently and gasped between wheezes;
"Her ..head,...she. was.."
"Hit in the head?!" shrieked madam Pomfrey. She carefully checked Alicia's head and magicked up some supplies. Oliver sat on the bed next to Alicia clutching his stitch and trying to breathe properly. Pomfrey cleaned some blood off Alicia and bandaged her head then turned her attention to Oliver. He had his broken ribs repaired and was lying exhausted with eyes clenched closed. He still wheezed and struggled to breathe and recover. He opened his eyes after a while, looking over at Alicia he felt guilty once more, and then the team came tearing into the wing.
"Sorry we took so long but McGonagall forced us to pack up the quidditch things before we came up. Is she alright?" Katie said rather fast to Wood.
"Y." Oliver was interrupted.
"Yes. She will be fine." Said Pomfrey as she tried to mop up some of the mud Oliver had left on the floor.
"Well are you ok Oliver?" asked Angelina with genuine fear in her voice and on her face too.
"He is fine too. But let him rest now and take your mud with you if you could. Please leave quietly; I will take care of them." Pomfrey said stiffly and sounding annoyed. It seemed she had had enough of mud for one day.
The team left with heads hanging low. The girls seemed relieved and began to discuss transfiguration homework even though it was the first week back. But Elijah seemed shaken by the whole experience and Fred and George kept telling him it wasn't his fault even though he felt it was. Fred kept feeling a hot scar of guilt come over his face and back every time the bludger was mentioned as he was the one who had pelted it, but still he joked along with George; they tried to make jokes to cheer everyone up. Tim was really quiet, it seemed he had lost a lot of confidence but he bared a polite grin to any enquiries. Later that night Oliver was released and met the team in the common room who were rejoiced to see him back.
"Is Alicia awake yet?" enquired a curious Fred while slightly turning pink around the ears. George snickered, he remembered the jokes he had come up with after they had left the hospital wing, they were about Wood and Alicia having some alone time while in the hospital wing. In their first year Fred and George always implied to Alicia that Wood liked Alicia and they were meant for each other. Even though Angelina and Katie had taken Alicia's side of denying it, they actually agreed with the twins but never told Alicia.
"No not yet..." Oliver replied dully.
"Well..She is alive isn't she?" piped up George playfully, trying to break the uneasy the mood.
"Aye. She will live, but probably hate me and won't trust me again." he spoke to floor, ashamed of himself and so not to show anyone his red eyes starting to fill with sparkled tears.
"What are you talking about? It wasn't your fault! It wasn't anyone's, it was just an accident. Ok?" Tim spoke up finally a little defensive too.
"Don't you see? It is my fault! I told her to chase the quaffle.and it was all my fault.." he desperately spat out, trying to keep his voice calm but failing, it came out choked and faltering and trailing off at the end.
The girls watched Oliver with sympathetic gazes, wondering how hurt he must feel, probably like how they felt. Tim frowned and kept frowning as he looked away to the fire. The whole common room fell silent, the other students from various years listening intently. Elijah walked up behind Oliver and put his hand on his shoulder to comfort him.
"Oliver.." he said quietly. But Oliver brushed him off violently and sprinted up to his room. The common room felt like Antarctica, everyone was deadly silent, now the team started feeling guilty again too. Wood got to his door and reefed it open and slammed it shut. He ran to his trunk and riffled through it for clean clothes. He threw on some clothes and school robes over the top and sprinted back downstairs and through the common room ignoring everyone as they all watched him tear through the portrait hole at a great rate of knots. Percy stood up pompously and said;
"Well. I think he needs sorting out. He."
"Shut up Perce!" said Fred and George together and they glared at him. He stuttered and stammered some indefinite noises and retreated to a dark corner of the room and immersed himself in a book.
Oliver had to go see Alicia; he knew it was where he had to be. He couldn't face any questions from anyone or his friends right now or even his friends for that matter. He walked quickly to the hospital wing keeping his face looking at the floor, his mind spinning with questions and theories. He somehow made his way to the door into the wing. He stood staring at the door considering whether to go in or not. He stepped up close to it and was nose to door with it. He turned around to leave but leaned against the door for a moment before opening it half way to go into the hospital wing.
"I wonder if she hates me? What if she wants to see me? To yell at me? Oh Merlin! What's going to happen? What should I do? What if she's dead, Pomfrey will kill me!"
This and about another million things were going through Oliver's head all at once as he held the door ajar. Then he decided to go in and see her. He silently walked up to the curtains that she was behind and slid them aside. He sidled up to her bed staring intently at her calm face. He remembered to breathe after noticing he had been holding his breath and tried to collect himself. He stood staring at her for what seemed an eternity. Then he sat in the visitors chair next to her. The room was silent but Oliver's head was buzzing with questions;
"Oh Merlin, is she still out or sleeping? Should I wake her? I want to apologize but she'll probably hate me either way. Oh heck here I go..."
He watched her, lying there helpless, because of him. He leaned in closer and whispered closely into her ear, calling her softly. She turned her head to stop the tickling in her ear. As she did so her lips brushed Oliver's, he felt how warm and soft they were, he trembled and then forced himself to check into reality again ...
!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! end of chapter 2 hee hee I hope someone out there likes this otherwise I might be wasting time and energy. Ah well well..write to ya later!
