AN: I hate when every time I read fanfics, they have the disclaimer: "I don't own anything." HELLO? Duh, that's why we have a fan fiction site!!! Everyone knows you don't own anything, that's why you're HERE. So I'm going to say this once and once only.

I DON'T OWN ANYTHING!!! EVEYONE THAT YOU RECONIZED, I DON'T OWN!!! ONLY THE ONES THAT YOU DON'T RECOGNIZE, I DO OWN.

There, that's better.

Also, this is my first fanfic online, I want ALL the criticism you can dish out.

Enjoy.

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Chapter 1: Blood Red Eyes

"Another boring afternoon in Potions class with Snape. Another pointless year, except for Quidditch, of course. I need something to keep me occupied. For Merlin's sake, THIS IS MY LAST YEAR!!!"

This is what goes on everyday in Oliver Wood's head.

Oliver Wood has been at Hogwarts School Of Witchcraft and Wizardry for 6 1/2 years now. And as the years go by, it gets exhausting. Quidditch has been the only thing that made Oliver happy. Especially since his fifth year. That's when Harry Potter, the boy who lived, arrived at Hogwarts and became the youngest seeker in a century. This intrigued and excited Oliver Wood, since the old seeker, hadn't been so good. This is now Harry third year and Wood's last year: he is DETERMINED to get that cup.

But, until that happens, he must go through torture with Snape double Potions class.
"Wood!" Professor Snape's loud voice boomed over Oliver Wood's train of thought. He jumped up at the sudden intrusion.
"Yes, Professor?"
"I just asked repeatedly what was the ingredients of a forgetfulness Potion, but you seemed to be in a state of mind that didn't want to pay attention. 10 point from Gryffindor for their classmates daydreaming."

All the 7th year Gryffindors sighed; this was an everyday occurrence with Oliver in Potions.

Once the class ended, Oliver made his way over to the Quidditch field. He was met by Harry Potter and Angelina Johnson.
"Okay, so I have this sure devised strategy that will ensure us time after time a winning goals. All I would need to a few hours to teach them and you're set for the cup." Angelina explained to Wood. Harry Potter nodded in agreement.
"It seems pretty easy, I even get to do a few things. You should look into it."

Angelina Johnson and Harry Potter were in protégés in Quidditch. He was the first one who taught Angelina's signature moved that brought them to victory numerous time against Slytherin. And he showed Harry how to every play the game. They were his best and he valued their option a lot.

Oliver smiled.
"Hmm...we should try it once everyone else gets here," Oliver stated.

After about 15 more minutes, no one else had arrived.
"Uhh...Wood? Did you tell everyone about practice?" Harry asked.
"Oh course!!! Its not hard to remember that we have practice every other day!!!"

Angelina sighed and looked off down the field. She squinted to get a better look.
"Hey, what's going on over there?" she asked and pointed to the entrance of the school. Huge crowds of people we gathering.
"Lets go have a look!!!" Harry exclaimed, thinking something was wrong.

And, in a way, something was wrong. But not anyway that it affected Harry. Once they got to the crowd of people, Oliver spotted Fred and George Weasley. Anger got the best of him.
"Fred!!! George!!! What are you two doing here?!?! We have practice!!!" Oliver practically screamed over the loud crowd. Fred and George just merely stood there.
"We have a very good explanation," began George.
"Yeah. Look!!!" Fred pointed to the middle of the commotion.

Oliver looked at a muggle truck that had the words "Azkaban Prison" on them.
"What's that?" Angelina asked. Fred and George shrugged.
"We don't know yet." "I think they're bringing someone from Azkaban into Hogwarts!!!" came a voice from behind them. It belonged to Hermione Granger. She continued, "I've read all about this. Sometimes people in Azkaban go on what muggles call 'probation'. It means that prisoners can be let out of Azkaban as long as they stay good. This must be a teenager."
"A teenager?! What's a teenager doing in Azkaban, anyway?," came Ronald Weasley's voice, who was behind Hermione. Harry shrugged.
"I don't know, but we have to find out."
"Wait!!! They're bringing him out!!!" Exclaimed Fred.

Everyone watched as the back of the truck was open by two guards (non- dementors) and the prisoner stepped out. Oliver studied the feature. Long blood red hair, pale completion, beautiful body, and perfect face.

The prisoner was a girl.

Oliver felt his heart skip. Ron was in shock
"A girl?!?! I can't believe it's a girl!!!"
"She doesn't look like she should be in there."

Oliver has to agree on that. Well, until she looked at him. Not past him, not by him, looked DIRECTLY at him!!! She might not have looked like she belonged there.until you saw her eyes. They weren't crystal blue or deep brown.they were red.

As she was ushered into the building, some people tried to follow. But they were blocked by Professor McGonnagall. "Everyone, will you PLEASE resume to your normal routine. You will all be informed later at dinner."

The crowed groaned and eventually walked away from the scene. Alicia Spinnet, who finally found every, tapped on Oliver's shoulder.
"Wood? Can we get to practice."

Oliver nodded slightly, but he couldn't get that image out of his mind. Blood red eyes...