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. Oh yeah and ENJOY!
Chapter 2: Fathers, Friends, and Beaters
The car ride took awhile but to past the time Oliver and his father talked about quidditch, school, girls, quidditch, friends, quidditch, and brooms. Oh and did I mention quidditch? J
Finally they pulled up to the train station.
"Want me to help you with your things Oliver?" asked his father.
"No thanks, I think I can manage on my own."
"Are you sure, I could walk you to the barrier-."
"Dad, don't worry I'll be fine."
"Oh alright." his Dad said sadly.
"Well…I guess this is it son, your last year, boy, where have all the years gone?"
"Dad, please."
"Sorry, sorry."
"Right so see you on Christmas holiday then, Dad." said Oliver while getting out of the front seat.
"Right so see you then, and have a great first term."
"I will." Oliver replied.
Oliver shut the passenger side door and walked to the rear of car. He opened the lid of the boot and heaved his trunk out, then once he had gotten his trunk onto the curb, he went to go shut it.
His dad beeped the horn and drove away slowly. Oliver waved lazily at the passing car.
He picked up his trunk, then he made his way into the old building. He hadn't even walked five paces when he heard someone call his name.
"Oi, Oliver!"
Oliver spun around quickly and saw two of his friends, Fred and George Weasley.
"Hello mate how's it going." asked Fred now walking up to him.
"Why if it isn't my two fine beaters, ready for the quidditch season?"
"We sure are, we've been practicing all summer," replied George with a wide grin on his face.
"Excellent! Slytherin won't know what hit 'em."
"We will, I think our beater skills will do the trick, don't you Fred?" said George rubbing his hands together mischievously.
"Sure do, plus those numbskulls don't need any more bludgers being pelted at their heads, besides I think they've had enough brain damage done already."
The trio started laughing for about a minute before Oliver said it was getting late and they had better hurry it up or they'll miss the train.
***
"Hey Oliver, why don't we take it at a run?!" asked Fred once they had reached the barrier.
"Alright, on the count of three then, one…two…three!"
Oliver, Fred, and George took off and in no time they were on the other side of the wall.
Once they had turned the corner, the scarlet steam engine was waiting next to the platform packed with people. Smoke from the engine drifted over the heads of the chattering crowd.
"C'mon Oliver lets find a compartment before all of them are taken." Fred yelled over the loud noise.
"Alright." replied Oliver.
Pushing and pulling their trunks down the train's corridor and into an empty compartment Oliver, Fred, and George fell back onto the seats, exhaustion taking over them.
"Well we got to go say bye to our mother, right Fred."
"Right you are, I would hate to know what she would do to us if we didn't." Fred smiled.
"OK…I'll wait here then till you guys come back."
"See ya Olly!" and with that they walked quickly out of the compartment, and left Oliver sitting by himself.
Oliver looked out the compartment's window. He spotted the twins walking over to their mother, and then spotted two other people he'd never seen before. Or had he, the boy looked very familiar. Oliver suddenly realized that the boy he was staring at right now was the beater for the Calgary Comets, from Canada!
'What in bloody hell is he doing here!?' Oliver thought to himself.
A few moments later the twins were back.
"What are you staring at Oliver?" Fred asked quite puzzled.
"That boy over there." Oliver replied not taking his eyes off the window.
"Huh?" the twins said in unison.
"He's from the Calgary Comets."
"Never heard of them." said George now peering out the window at the boy.
"Neither have I.," said Fred doing the same as his brother and Oliver.
"Their a Canadian quidditch team, they just won the Canadian Cup this summer as a matter of fact," as Oliver said this he pulled his eyes off the boy.
"You follow Canadian Quidditch!?!?" Fred asked disbelievingly.
"Of course I do!" replied Oliver. "By golly men haven't you two figured me out yet!?!?" he said smiling.
"Man! You are crazy Oliver," said George.
"I would have to agree with my fine brother on that one Oliver." said Fred
"Shut up you two." Oliver laughed, then turned to watch the boy, but he had disappeared.
"Shoot!" Oliver muttered under his breath.
The whistle sounded somewhere ahead of them. The train began to move. Oliver saw the parents waving to their children on the platform. Oliver watched them disappear as the train picked up speed and rounded a corner.
"Ah, Oliver last year huh." said Fred leaning back in his seat, putting his hands behind his head.
"Yeah finally! How are you guys going to survive without me on the quidditch field?" said Oliver sarcastically.
"Oh very funny…So what are you going to do once you're out of Hogwarts?" George asked curiously.
"Um… I'm not quite sure yet, I think I might try out for a quidditch team. Possibly Puddlemere United, I heard their Keeper's retiring after this season."
"Wow, that's cool!" exclaimed Fred and George together.
"I guess, I hope I have a chance to try out though."
"Oh I'm sure you'll have a chance, your Oliver Wood Gryffindor's best captain and superb keeper!" Fred exclaimed. They all laughed.
"Anyone up for a game of exploding snap?" asked George, changing the subject.
"Yah, why not," said Oliver.
The boys played exploding snap well into the day. Until Fred said that they should go see what other people were up to.
Oliver, Fred, and George went to talk to Lee Jordan, and the three Gryffindor chasers, Katie Bell, Angelina Johnson, and Alicia Spinnet.
On there way back to their compartment, Oliver bumped into something solid.
"Ow! So sorry didn't see where I was go-"
Oliver looked up and his mouth dropped a fair few inches… It was the beater from the Calgary Comets.
A/N: If you enjoyed this chapter you'll enjoy the next two chapters…or is there more hmm? Well if you didn't…well…uh…??? O_o Just review and I'll write a little poem/song in the next chapter, at the end of course! J And if you do review I'll be a HAPPY LEMON! J
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. Oh yeah and ENJOY!
Chapter 2: Fathers, Friends, and Beaters
The car ride took awhile but to past the time Oliver and his father talked about quidditch, school, girls, quidditch, friends, quidditch, and brooms. Oh and did I mention quidditch? J
Finally they pulled up to the train station.
"Want me to help you with your things Oliver?" asked his father.
"No thanks, I think I can manage on my own."
"Are you sure, I could walk you to the barrier-."
"Dad, don't worry I'll be fine."
"Oh alright." his Dad said sadly.
"Well…I guess this is it son, your last year, boy, where have all the years gone?"
"Dad, please."
"Sorry, sorry."
"Right so see you on Christmas holiday then, Dad." said Oliver while getting out of the front seat.
"Right so see you then, and have a great first term."
"I will." Oliver replied.
Oliver shut the passenger side door and walked to the rear of car. He opened the lid of the boot and heaved his trunk out, then once he had gotten his trunk onto the curb, he went to go shut it.
His dad beeped the horn and drove away slowly. Oliver waved lazily at the passing car.
He picked up his trunk, then he made his way into the old building. He hadn't even walked five paces when he heard someone call his name.
"Oi, Oliver!"
Oliver spun around quickly and saw two of his friends, Fred and George Weasley.
"Hello mate how's it going." asked Fred now walking up to him.
"Why if it isn't my two fine beaters, ready for the quidditch season?"
"We sure are, we've been practicing all summer," replied George with a wide grin on his face.
"Excellent! Slytherin won't know what hit 'em."
"We will, I think our beater skills will do the trick, don't you Fred?" said George rubbing his hands together mischievously.
"Sure do, plus those numbskulls don't need any more bludgers being pelted at their heads, besides I think they've had enough brain damage done already."
The trio started laughing for about a minute before Oliver said it was getting late and they had better hurry it up or they'll miss the train.
***
"Hey Oliver, why don't we take it at a run?!" asked Fred once they had reached the barrier.
"Alright, on the count of three then, one…two…three!"
Oliver, Fred, and George took off and in no time they were on the other side of the wall.
Once they had turned the corner, the scarlet steam engine was waiting next to the platform packed with people. Smoke from the engine drifted over the heads of the chattering crowd.
"C'mon Oliver lets find a compartment before all of them are taken." Fred yelled over the loud noise.
"Alright." replied Oliver.
Pushing and pulling their trunks down the train's corridor and into an empty compartment Oliver, Fred, and George fell back onto the seats, exhaustion taking over them.
"Well we got to go say bye to our mother, right Fred."
"Right you are, I would hate to know what she would do to us if we didn't." Fred smiled.
"OK…I'll wait here then till you guys come back."
"See ya Olly!" and with that they walked quickly out of the compartment, and left Oliver sitting by himself.
Oliver looked out the compartment's window. He spotted the twins walking over to their mother, and then spotted two other people he'd never seen before. Or had he, the boy looked very familiar. Oliver suddenly realized that the boy he was staring at right now was the beater for the Calgary Comets, from Canada!
'What in bloody hell is he doing here!?' Oliver thought to himself.
A few moments later the twins were back.
"What are you staring at Oliver?" Fred asked quite puzzled.
"That boy over there." Oliver replied not taking his eyes off the window.
"Huh?" the twins said in unison.
"He's from the Calgary Comets."
"Never heard of them." said George now peering out the window at the boy.
"Neither have I.," said Fred doing the same as his brother and Oliver.
"Their a Canadian quidditch team, they just won the Canadian Cup this summer as a matter of fact," as Oliver said this he pulled his eyes off the boy.
"You follow Canadian Quidditch!?!?" Fred asked disbelievingly.
"Of course I do!" replied Oliver. "By golly men haven't you two figured me out yet!?!?" he said smiling.
"Man! You are crazy Oliver," said George.
"I would have to agree with my fine brother on that one Oliver." said Fred
"Shut up you two." Oliver laughed, then turned to watch the boy, but he had disappeared.
"Shoot!" Oliver muttered under his breath.
The whistle sounded somewhere ahead of them. The train began to move. Oliver saw the parents waving to their children on the platform. Oliver watched them disappear as the train picked up speed and rounded a corner.
"Ah, Oliver last year huh." said Fred leaning back in his seat, putting his hands behind his head.
"Yeah finally! How are you guys going to survive without me on the quidditch field?" said Oliver sarcastically.
"Oh very funny…So what are you going to do once you're out of Hogwarts?" George asked curiously.
"Um… I'm not quite sure yet, I think I might try out for a quidditch team. Possibly Puddlemere United, I heard their Keeper's retiring after this season."
"Wow, that's cool!" exclaimed Fred and George together.
"I guess, I hope I have a chance to try out though."
"Oh I'm sure you'll have a chance, your Oliver Wood Gryffindor's best captain and superb keeper!" Fred exclaimed. They all laughed.
"Anyone up for a game of exploding snap?" asked George, changing the subject.
"Yah, why not," said Oliver.
The boys played exploding snap well into the day. Until Fred said that they should go see what other people were up to.
Oliver, Fred, and George went to talk to Lee Jordan, and the three Gryffindor chasers, Katie Bell, Angelina Johnson, and Alicia Spinnet.
On there way back to their compartment, Oliver bumped into something solid.
"Ow! So sorry didn't see where I was go-"
Oliver looked up and his mouth dropped a fair few inches… It was the beater from the Calgary Comets.
A/N: If you enjoyed this chapter you'll enjoy the next two chapters…or is there more hmm? Well if you didn't…well…uh…??? O_o Just review and I'll write a little poem/song in the next chapter, at the end of course! J And if you do review I'll be a HAPPY LEMON! J