Authors Note: This is a short chapter. Sorry it took awhile to get up here, I've not been in an editing mood lately. But tra-la it's edited.

Disclaimer: You bloody well know that I don't own Harry Potter...but Izzy's mine! (you think the fact this is "fan"fiction already shows that I don't own it).

Chapter 4 The Lie That Ruins All

Back in Scotland Oliver sat quietly in his grandma's kitchen. It had been years since he had come "home" and the place hadn't changed a bit. For some reason, seeing Izzy had made Oliver want to return to the only place he called home. Not that their was anything there for him here, there was only his past. Slipping silently up to the attic, Oliver started to look for his family's photo album. He wanted to remember the good times. Being with Izzy made Oliver almost feel as though the past were just that: the past. As silently as he had arrived, Oliver left his grandma's house, not even stopping once to say hello to his grandma. Oliver apparated back to the Quidditch pitch. It once again time to distract his mind from his feelings.

"Hey Oliver!" Rance's blue eyes twinkled mischievously as he walked through the locker room. "Don't look so glum! Did your date not go well?"

"How did you know about my date?" Oliver asked.

"Well the guys and I came over to your place to surprise you, but it was us that got the surprise. You weren't there. So we just put two and two together," Rance gave a "knowing" wink.

"Why did you want to surprise me?" Oliver was puzzled. He never really hung out with the guys. He played Quidditch and slept, and that was his life.

"You haven't heard yet?"

"Heard what?" Oliver didn't have a clue what Rance was talking about.

"You're the rookie of the year! Apparently you impressed someone." Rance gave him a pat on the back and that was the end of it. Oliver couldn't help but grinning to himself. It really did feel like the good times again. That was the end of discussion. Oliver didn't want to make a big deal out of it. It was just an award. Rance had only one more question, and it threw Oliver for a loop, "You gonna take Izzy or what?" Oh hell! Oliver thought to himself. Izzy still doesn't know that I'm a wizard or that I play Quidditch. He didn't know what to do. He had to have a date, but he didn't know how to tell Izzy. "Don't tell me you didn't tell her Oliver!"

"Am I just thick or something? I sure didn't tell her anything and being magical," Oliver frowned. "Hadn't even realized it was something that needed telling."

"What did you tell her you did for a living?" Rance looked perplexed.

Oliver winced, "I told her I was a Rugby player."

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Ring Ring Ring. Oliver sat nervously twitching his thumbs waiting for Izzy to pick up. He wanted to tell her, he needed to tell her that he was a wizard. His award's banquet was a month away, and if he didn't want to go alone he had to go with her. It had been only a month ago he had met her, but he was already enamored as he had never been before. He had always thought Quidditch is the only thing I need, but suddenly it wasn't true anymore.

"Hey Izzy," was his gleeful response when she picked up the phone.

"Oh Oliver, hello," replied coyly.

"I was wondering if I could visit next weekend?" Oliver couldn't tell her over the phone. He had to talk to her in person.

"Since when do you inform me of your visits?"

"Since now I guess," Oliver replied meekly.

"Is something wrong with you? You sound strange," Izzy said suspiciously.

"No, nothing is the matter. Everything's perfect; well, it will be if I can visit, that is," he tried to put on a happy ton,e even though his worries were taking over. Things had been so perfect for so long, but Oliver had trouble believing they would stay that way. My life just doesn't work that way he thought to himself. Never has and never will.

"Sure. I'll get tickets to a Broadway show or something touristy like that. Is that good with you?"

"It's perfect," Oliver lied. It wasn't that he didn't want to see a play. Oliver was apprehensive because he knew the time had come to tell Izzy the truth. "Bye Izzy I have to go practice."