General Disclaimer: None of this belongs to me, except some of the characters that I obviously made up, oh and the plot, almost forgot lol. This wonderful world only belongs to the marvellous J.K. Rowling!
A/N: Just so you know, this story takes place in Oliver Woods point of view. And when you read this, picture Sean Biggerstaff (he plays Oliver in the movie) as Oliver because he is so cute, and because of him I'm writing this. Also this takes place in the third book of the Harry Potter series (Prisoner of Azkaban), so it might have some of the same dialogue in my story from the book. This chapter isn't the best one but I assure you that it gets better. Oh yeah and ENJOY!
Chapter One: Early Mornings
"Honey, could you please wake up, your going to be late for your first day back…get up sweetie!
Oliver Wood rolled over in his comfy bed and opened his eyes slightly, only to see his mother staring at him, with a twinkle in her deep blue eyes.
"What's wrong?" he groaned.
She sniffled a bit, "I can't believe it Oliver, your last year at Hogwarts already. I remember your first year, you were so excited about it all, and you were so adorable with your new robes and your broom-
"Mom please…I know you've told me this about a hundred times!"
"Oh! I'm sorry dear, but I just can't let it go!"
"Well can you at least try?" Oliver said while rolling over on to his stomach.
She gave her son a sharp look.
"Well, when you have gotten rid of your attitude mister, your breakfast will be on the kitchen table."
She turned on her heel and swiftly walked out of the room.
Oliver reluctantly got out of bed and stretched. Mumbling sheepishly he shut off his lamp, which rested on his bedside table. 'Must have fallen asleep with it on, when I was planning quidditch tactics for the team.' he thought to himself.
As some may know, Oliver wood was a tall, burly seventh year boy who loved the game of quidditch. And most fortunately he was the Gryffindor quidditch teams captain and the teams keeper.
Oliver just adored the game of quidditch; it was his life and his passion. But if you were to walk into his room you wouldn't need telling twice. His bedroom walls were covered with posters of all the quidditch teams, there were the Appleby Arrows, the Ballycastle Bats, the Chudley Cannons, Puddlemere United and Wimbourne Wasps, just to name a few.
Oliver stepped into the slightly lit hallway, and tiredly walked towards the washroom to have his morning shower.
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"Hurry honey, your fathers waiting in the car for you!"
"Alright I'm coming!" Oliver yelled down the stairs. "But it's a little hard to hurry when your carrying a heavy trunk down these retched steps."
"Oh stop complaining, your going to be late, and who told you to bring all those quid- ditch books and magazines to school anyway?"
Oliver gave his mother a swift glance.
"Mom you know how I am!" he said while smiling.
"Right, right, sorry dear, but could you please hurry!"
Once Oliver had finally defeated the task of carrying his trunk down the stairway, his mother gave him a kiss on both cheeks and shoved him out the door.
"Mom aren't you coming?" he asked.
"No not this year honey, I just received a urgent owl from the ministry, and I have to go in early this morning, I have a meeting."
"Oh…ok." Oliver said in surprise.
"But I wish I could pumpkin, I really do."
Oliver saw that his mother was starting to cry.
"Mom it's quite alright you know." he said in a soothing voice.
"Oh I know honey, it's just I wanted to see you on to the train-oh dear look at the time! You better get going honey, it's almost ten-thirty and it's going to take awhile before getting there," she said all this in one breath.
Oliver stepped out of his house and made his way towards his Father's car that was rumbling on the Wood's driveway.
"Alright mom love you," he yelled back at his mother while he was heaving his trunk into the cars boot.
"Love you too Oliver!"
Oliver shut the boot with a loud bang, and rounded the back of the car and made his way to the passenger side.
"Bye!" Oliver said now getting in the front seat with his father.
"Well son, ready to go?" asked his dad looking over to him, his deep brown eyes shimmering, and the bright morning sun was glimmering on his brown hair that was flecked with grey.
"Ready as I'll ever be." Oliver sighed and waved at his mother as the car pulled out of the driveway. Then they were off.
A/N: Did you enjoy the first chapter, well if you did, would you be so kind enough as to review! PLEASE!!!!!!! Thanks, tootles!
A/N: Just so you know, this story takes place in Oliver Woods point of view. And when you read this, picture Sean Biggerstaff (he plays Oliver in the movie) as Oliver because he is so cute, and because of him I'm writing this. Also this takes place in the third book of the Harry Potter series (Prisoner of Azkaban), so it might have some of the same dialogue in my story from the book. This chapter isn't the best one but I assure you that it gets better. Oh yeah and ENJOY!
Chapter One: Early Mornings
"Honey, could you please wake up, your going to be late for your first day back…get up sweetie!
Oliver Wood rolled over in his comfy bed and opened his eyes slightly, only to see his mother staring at him, with a twinkle in her deep blue eyes.
"What's wrong?" he groaned.
She sniffled a bit, "I can't believe it Oliver, your last year at Hogwarts already. I remember your first year, you were so excited about it all, and you were so adorable with your new robes and your broom-
"Mom please…I know you've told me this about a hundred times!"
"Oh! I'm sorry dear, but I just can't let it go!"
"Well can you at least try?" Oliver said while rolling over on to his stomach.
She gave her son a sharp look.
"Well, when you have gotten rid of your attitude mister, your breakfast will be on the kitchen table."
She turned on her heel and swiftly walked out of the room.
Oliver reluctantly got out of bed and stretched. Mumbling sheepishly he shut off his lamp, which rested on his bedside table. 'Must have fallen asleep with it on, when I was planning quidditch tactics for the team.' he thought to himself.
As some may know, Oliver wood was a tall, burly seventh year boy who loved the game of quidditch. And most fortunately he was the Gryffindor quidditch teams captain and the teams keeper.
Oliver just adored the game of quidditch; it was his life and his passion. But if you were to walk into his room you wouldn't need telling twice. His bedroom walls were covered with posters of all the quidditch teams, there were the Appleby Arrows, the Ballycastle Bats, the Chudley Cannons, Puddlemere United and Wimbourne Wasps, just to name a few.
Oliver stepped into the slightly lit hallway, and tiredly walked towards the washroom to have his morning shower.
***
"Hurry honey, your fathers waiting in the car for you!"
"Alright I'm coming!" Oliver yelled down the stairs. "But it's a little hard to hurry when your carrying a heavy trunk down these retched steps."
"Oh stop complaining, your going to be late, and who told you to bring all those quid- ditch books and magazines to school anyway?"
Oliver gave his mother a swift glance.
"Mom you know how I am!" he said while smiling.
"Right, right, sorry dear, but could you please hurry!"
Once Oliver had finally defeated the task of carrying his trunk down the stairway, his mother gave him a kiss on both cheeks and shoved him out the door.
"Mom aren't you coming?" he asked.
"No not this year honey, I just received a urgent owl from the ministry, and I have to go in early this morning, I have a meeting."
"Oh…ok." Oliver said in surprise.
"But I wish I could pumpkin, I really do."
Oliver saw that his mother was starting to cry.
"Mom it's quite alright you know." he said in a soothing voice.
"Oh I know honey, it's just I wanted to see you on to the train-oh dear look at the time! You better get going honey, it's almost ten-thirty and it's going to take awhile before getting there," she said all this in one breath.
Oliver stepped out of his house and made his way towards his Father's car that was rumbling on the Wood's driveway.
"Alright mom love you," he yelled back at his mother while he was heaving his trunk into the cars boot.
"Love you too Oliver!"
Oliver shut the boot with a loud bang, and rounded the back of the car and made his way to the passenger side.
"Bye!" Oliver said now getting in the front seat with his father.
"Well son, ready to go?" asked his dad looking over to him, his deep brown eyes shimmering, and the bright morning sun was glimmering on his brown hair that was flecked with grey.
"Ready as I'll ever be." Oliver sighed and waved at his mother as the car pulled out of the driveway. Then they were off.
A/N: Did you enjoy the first chapter, well if you did, would you be so kind enough as to review! PLEASE!!!!!!! Thanks, tootles!