A/N: Hey guys! Well it really is a sad thing that out favorite Quidditch Captain, Oliver Wood will not be in Harry Potter and the Prisoner of Azkaban. Ironically, my story is all about him, and takes place in the PoA era. If you haven't already been, go to petitiononline.com. Even if it is too late to put Oliver back, it would still be cool of you to support it.
Replacement A/N: Ok…so I had some reservations about writing this chapter in the first place…I couldn't find my PoA and I knew I was going to genuinely screw something up, which I did. I am sooooo
Soooo sooo soo so sorry! Forgive me? I found it in a room that I never ever ever ever go into. My mother didn't realize that I absolutely need this book, so she took and put it on a table because she thought it would make a nice decoration. Anyway, I'm so sorry, and I hope you forgive me? Hope this makes up for it.
He grinned at me and handed the card back to me. "See?" he said. "I told you so. Who else knows?"
I stuffed the card back into my pocket. "Only you, so far. I was only just asked. I think I'll tell Alicia and Angelina, and that will be it. I think."
"Why me?"
"Why not you? You told me about Puddlemere," I said.
"Yes, but then we were 'together,'" he said.
"That doesn't mean that since you've dumped me I've forgotten about it."
"That's harsh, Katie."
"Huh?"
"I didn't dump you…"he said, softly.
"Well, what would you call it?"
"Not that," Oliver said approaching the portrait hole.
I gave him a sideways glance before entering the common room where a party was taking place.
Oliver went left, and I went right. I took Alicia aside, excitedly. "Guess what?!" I shrieked.
Alicia's face lit up. She exclaimed, "It's about time he apologized. Are you going to take him back?"
"Huh?" I asked, extremely confused.
Alicia went white. "Wait…what are we talking about?"
I grimaced. "Obviously not what you thought we were talking about!"
"OK, then," she said. "Nevermind me. Tell me what you were going to say!"
"I was going to say that the Prides invited me to train with them over the summer!"
"Honestly??"
"Yes, but that doesn't mean that I'm on the team or anything. I expect it's just a training camp."
"But, even so," said Alicia grinning. "That's great. Today is really your day, huh?"
I drew myself up proudly. "Yeah, I guess it is!"
Alicia smiled. "Have you told anyone yet?"
"Nope. Just you and Oliver."
"You told him? Why did you do that for?" she asked, surprised.
"Well, why not?"
Alicia just laughed. She stood next to me and stretched her arms out in from of her, making a box with her fingers. I think it was supposed to look like television. "Someday, when Prides play against Puddlemere," Alicia began. She glanced at me out of the corner of her eyes and moved her hands so that her fingers framed around Oliver sitting in the corner of the room. "He'll try to sabotage you!" She lowered her hands and smirked. "You know he would give his mother to science if it meant he'd win the Quidditch Cup!"
I laughed. "Yes, he'd sabotage us because he knows that we would win against him!"
"That's the spirit!" Alicia said and gave me a noogie and walked away, thoroughly messing up my ponytail. So I had to take my hair down.
I walked over to Oliver, sitting in the corner of the room. He was staring out the window. I poked him in the back and he turned around. "Hi, Katie," he said and smiled.
I swept my hair off of my face. "Why aren't you sitting with the rest of the house? It looks like your Mum put you in time-out. You ought to be happy!"
He frowned. "But I am happy…"
I cocked my head to the side, and put one hand on the arm of the chair he was sitting in. "Sure, keep telling yourself that."
I went back to the party where George and Fred supplied us mysteriously with armfuls of butterbeer, pumpkin fizz, and several bags of Honeydukes sweets. Oliver eventually came over to the rest of the group, and seemed to be having a great time as well. The party ended when McGonagall came in her dressing gown at 1a.m. She insisted we all go to sleep.
And we did. Until I woke up hearing doors slamming and many people all saying, "What's going on?"
"Excellent, are we carrying on?" asked Fred. Such a party animal.
"Everyone back upstairs!" said Percy, hurrying into the common room and pinning his Head Boy badge to his pajamas as he spoke.
"Perce - Sirius Black!" said Ron faintly. "In our dormitory! With a knife! Woke me up!"
We all went very still at the mention of Sirius Black.
"Nonsense!" said Percy looking startled. "You had to much to eat, Ron - had a nightmare -"
"I'm telling you -"
"Now, really, enough's enough!"
Everyone's heads turned when the portrait slammed and Professor McGonagall entered the room. "I am delighted that Gryffindor won the match, but this is getting ridiculous! Percy, I expected better of you!"
"I certainly didn't authorize this, Professor! I was just telling them all to get back to bed! My brother Ron here had a nightmare-"
"IT WASN'T A NIGHTMARE!" Ron bellowed. "PROFESSOR, I WOKE UP, AND SIRIUS BLACK WAS STANDING OVER ME, HOLDING A KNIFE!"
"Don't be ridiculous, Weasley, how could he possibly have gotten through the portrait hole?" asked Professor, very tight-lipped.
"Ask him!" said Ron, pointing towards the portrait. "Ask him if he saw-"
The whole common room listened quietly as McGonagall interrogated Sir Cadogan. It turned out that Sirius black had been in the tower. He had the passwords! All of them!
No one slept that night. Alicia and I kept poking each other to make sure we didn't fall asleep, we were waiting until we heard the news if Sirius Black had been found. But he escaped again.
Besides the fact that there was tighter security among the whole school and we were in constant danger twenty-four hours a day, things weren't that all that bad for me.
I even got to knee Marcus in the groin area when he said that after Slytherin won the final (yeah, sure!)that he and I would no longer be rivals. And to him that means that we now have the opportunity to become 'friendly.'
I hear that he lost several days practice because he couldn't sit on his broom!
Oliver was glad for any hinderance to the Slytherin team. "Thank Merlin, you're a violent person!"
"I am not!!!" I protested.
He smirked. "Sure you aren't. You're downright dangerous."
I shrugged, grinning, but a little confused. "Er…thank you?"
"I'm just being honest," he said and walked into Potions class.
I sat next to Alicia, and we kept sending notes back and forth to each other.
~I saw a wee bit of flirtation there!~
~Yes, a wee bit would be the keyword.~
~You can't resist him.~
~Is this a joke?~
~Yes~
~So I figured.~
~But he looks different today, doesn't he?~
~How so?~
~Just look!~
I put my quill down for a moment and surveyed Oliver from across the room. His hair was a little bit longer than usual and wasn't cut as close to his head. And he had a bit of stubble running down his jawline.
~He forgot to shave today, so what?~
~But don't you think he looks nice like that? All distinguished?~
I looked again. I had to admit, it didn't bother me.
~Yeah, I guess your right.~
~You know why he's done that?~
~No…~
~He's cracking up. Gone mad.~
~Where did you get that from?~
~Come on! Quidditch this and that! It's dominating his life.~
~And this surprises you why?"
I passed the paper to Alicia, and at that moment Oliver looked over his shoulder. I caught his eye and he nodded to me.
Alicia furiously scribbled a note to me.
~What was that?!~
~What was what?~
~FLIRTATION!~
~There's nothing wrong with it!~
She read my note and looked up to me, giving me a pleading look.
~I don't know how to put this, but I can't avoid saying it. You guys were just meant for each other.~
I crumpled up the piece of paper and stuffed in my bag quickly. I glared at her and mouthed. "HOW WOULD YOU KNOW?"
"HE STILL LIKES YOU," she mouthed back.
I rolled my eyes and turned to face the front of the room. I couldn't deal with Alicia's ridiculous ideas in the middle of Potions class! Such a ridiculous idea it was, too!
Or maybe he did still like me. But, obviously not more than he liked Quidditch. But I promised myself I wouldn't care.
At the end of the lesson I got up to leave. Alicia came up behind me and muttered, "You know I'm right," and tried bustling past me. But, I yanked at the back of her robes.
"What are you trying to do?" I asked her, angrily.
"Katie," she sighed. "Your miserable without him!"
I grimaced. "I am not!"
"And he's miserable without you!"
"He is n--really???" I asked.
Alicia nodded, eyebrows raised. "Yeah."
I rolled my eyes, and said demandingly, "How would you know?"
She lowered her voice and stared up at the ceiling. "He told me so…"
"Oh, sure. And what exactly did he say to you?!"
She waved a hand in the air. "I can't remember word-for-word, but he said something like he finds that he needs to avoid you or his pent up emotions are going to drive him to throw you up against a wall and snog you like there's no tomorrow!"
I caught myself smiling and stopped. "HE DID NOT!"
Alicia laughed at her own joke. "Your right!"
I groaned. "Geeze, Alicia, don't joke about that. You don't know what it's like. It's just a really rotten feeling…"
"Oh…I'm sorry. But he said he thinks he made a huge mistake."
From then on, whenever I'd see Oliver in the corridor, I'd wish he would take me aside even just to talk to me about Quidditch.
But it was always just a friendly hello in the halls.
I was getting sick of it. If he wanted to apologize, then fine, no one was stopping him. I just wasn't going to be the one to seek him out.
After several rather uneventful days, Fred and George found me in the corridor. "Katie, wait up!" They called.
"As you know-" said Fred.
"Or don't know," said George.
"Wood's birthday is on Friday," Said Fred.
"He'll be 18."
"We wanted to sneak out to the Three Broomsticks. Are you in?"
I looked from twin to twin and back again. "That's dangerous, and…I don't really, really want to get expelled during my last year!"
"Come on!" they said. "It'll be fun!"
I shrugged. "You'd better have some excellent plan as to get there without getting caught."
Fred grimaced. "'Course we do! How do you think we got all the food for our party?"
"Well…I guess so. Get me in trouble…"
"Ace!" said George. "Off to find Angelina!"
They ran off before I could continue threatening them. I forgot about Oliver's birthday. Oh well.
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Hey, I know it's been a while, but this week was hectic! I ran out of contact lenses, my sister BROKE my glasses, my appointment for new glasses was cancelled for snow, I've been training for Lacrosse, I had to write my own Declaration of Independence and write a paper on the Lord of the Flies. But the only thing that really stopped me from uploading was my lack of vision. I mean…eyesight.
Read it? Review it! Tee-hee-hee. Oh and by the way, I signed the Oliver Wood petition thing like 30 times under guys names to try and off set the "HE"S SO HOT! BRING HIM BACK!" mindset and be more serious about the books. I even said "How can you take Oliver Wood out? I was Oliver Wood for Halloween! I had a broom, red robes and everything!"
AGAIN, I'M SO SORRY!
pS. Next time you pass a Build-a-Bear, ask to see a Laura Bear or a Nikki Bear. These are bears made in memory of my friend Laura who passed away, and her friend that she met through treatment, but I never got to meet her.
