Title: Save Me
Summary: Oliver needs help. Who better to ask than the once smartest witch? Futurefic.
Disclaimer: I don't own anything, just the plot and any characters that you don't recognise.
Some days ago:
He rippled up the paper and tossed it in the garbagecan. Another one of those damned letters. When would they ever stop coming? Surely by now the people that were behind this would realise he couldn't be bought. He was someone who considered fair play to be the most important in Quidditch, even when he was just playing in school. They had made him captain cause of it, because playing fair meant more to him than winning. Not that they lost often though. His team had consisted out of very talented players. And him of course, though he would never call himself talented.
Still, he seemed to be. As soon as he'd finished Hogwarts he had been asked to join a local team by someone who had secretly been scouting all wizarding schools. Slowly but steadily he had worked himself up to the English National Quidditch Team. At age 29, he was a millionaire and still playing.
That was another thing he didn't understand. At first they had offered him money. Money for gods sake. What did he need money for? One morning he had found a letter in his mailbox, in which someone offered him 20.000 galleons to 'fix' the matches. He had burnt the letter, hurt by the thought that someone would consider him to participate in foul play.
Recently though their tactics had changed, from offering money to threatening to kill him if he didn't co-operate. At first he had paid no attention to them, but after his girlfriend found out and went berserk he had shown them to the Ministry of Magic, who had immediately taken steps to secure his protection.
Well that had worked perfectly hadn't it?
Looking down he silently cursed whoever had been trying to secure him. If they were so powerful, why hadn't they been there when someone Crucio'ed him? Why hadn't someone come when they smashed his knee, saying that if he didn't want to help them he would never play Quidditch again. Only after he'd been beaten black and blue, left alone to die in a corner, his bodyguards came.
Present time:
She tried to steady herself by holding on to the doorway. Her eyes became full of compassion as she watched the wheelchair he was sitting in.
"What happened?"
"Don't look at me that way"
"I'm sorry"
She averted her eyes, wondering why he was here. Didn't he know about her? Didn't they all know?
"Can I come in? It's not exactly warm out here"
She looked at him again.
"Don't you know? I'm not a witch anymore. If my mother finds you here she'll kill me..."
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A/N: Sorry very short chapter but I wanted to put it up so you guys would have something to read!