Author's Note: After putting off posting this. I think I'm going to finish it quickly. I really do hope you enjoy this fanfiction. I actually came up with the premise and wrote most of it at least a year (maybe more) ago. There are 2 more chapters left I think. BUT, if you actually enjoy it. I'm working really hard on finishing a sequel. It should be done sometime in May.

Chapter 13 A strange date

Walking up to the Doyle manor intimidated Oliver just as much the second time as it did the first. He noticed the snake motif from the door repeated on all the windowsills. Everything about Brenten Doyle had come together, the bitterness in his eyes, his cold calculating personality, and the mystery about his past. In a sense it was a sad story, but Oliver felt no pity for the bastard. Mr. Doyle's ruined life was completely his own fault. The house elf answered the door again and shot an odd look at Oliver's flowers and wine. While waiting for Mr. Doyle, Oliver had to repress the urge to explore the house. Somewhere in the depths of the house waited Izzy. Ancient and sprawling, the house held many secrets. In many ways it held the secrets to Izzy's past too. Had Mr. Doyle ever kept a journal? Did he have pictures of Izzy's mothers, or pictures from Izzy's childhood? Oliver knew Izzy's father had left her family, but not how early. Izzy herself might not know.

"Flowers Oliver?" Mr. Doyle's snobbish nose turned up. "How very quaint."

"I don't care what you think of them. They aren't for you."

"Oh believe me, I'm relieved Oliver," Mr. Doyle no longer feigned friendliness with his star keeper. On the pitch they were on the same team, off the pitch Mr. Doyle was Oliver's mortal enemy.

"Mr. Doyle I used to be scared of you," Oliver got in his face. "But right now you need me on the pitch so lets just get to business. I don't have the patience for your crap." If only Oliver had courage like that six weeks ago when Mr. Doyle had come to him in the locker room about "messing around with Muggles."

"You just don't have the intelligence to know when to be afraid. Set your wand on the mantle again." Oliver went and sat his wand down without fear. "Disortenato," Mr. Doyle muttered the spell but all Oliver felt was a gentle breeze of magic rushing over his body. For a split second Oliver feared that Mr. Doyle knew, but then he grabbed Oliver's arm and started leading him to the dungeon. Oliver pretended to trip over his own feet a few times while noting in his mind the direction they were taking. First he had been led through the great entrance hall to a small red door, which by the looks of it, led through a residential corridor. It was nicely decorated and almost homey, instead of impersonal and formal. Pictures of long-dead family members hung upon the walls staring curiously at Mr. Doyle and Oliver. Some even seemed to shake their heads as if disappointed at Mr. Doyle. From the hallway they entered a small room with an elegant bed and nightstand. Everything looked dusty, as though the room hadn't been inhabited and years. In the corner near a window Mr. Doyle opened a wardrobe, only it was empty. The backboard of the wardrobe opened to a staircase. By the dark grey of the walls, and the dimly lit passage Oliver knew they were descending to the dungeon. Spiders scuttled across the floor, this corridor seemed impoverished compared to the opulence of the rest of the house. Suddenly they stood before a familiar ugly metal door and Mr. Doyle "removed" the spell. Oliver blinked wildly and acted like everything was straight for the first time. Before they even reached the cell Oliver could hear Izzy pacing back and forth impatiently. He couldn't imagine how she managed to keep her mind busy during the long hours trapped by her self.

"What the hell? Is this a date?" Izzy looked curiously upon Oliver's gifts and flowers. "You're bloody crazy."

"Just trying to be nice," Oliver shrugged and walked into the small concrete room.

"You're such a little boy," quickly Izzy changed tones. "You got me a blanket…and wine?"

"I thought about getting coffee but I figured it'd be cold by the time you got it," Oliver actually had stopped in a Starbucks but the menu read like gibberish to him.

"Can you two at least wait until I leave." Mr. Doyle slammed the metal door to the cell and stormed out of the dungeon. Apparently the romance was too much for him to handle.

"I can't believe you're acting like this is a date Oliver. I hate to be the party pooper, but what kind of relationship is this."

"What do you mean?"

"I mean there's no where for us to go from here," Izzy laid out the blanket and sat down motioning for Oliver to join her. "You have a real life Oliver. I'm trapped here, neither living nor dying." For a high-spirited person like Izzy a half-life being trapped in a dungeon was a fate worse than death.

"Trust me Izzy when I say I'm getting you out of here," Oliver looked into her violet eyes. More than anything else he wanted to make everything right. "Trust me."

"But then what Oliver? Do we go back to living in the world of magic where I don't feel safe?"

"I don't know," he said desperately. "But we'll do whatever it takes. For now can we just enjoy our time together? I got your favorite wine."

"I'll let it pass for now, but don't think this fight is over. Nothing changes even if you rescue me like I'm a damsel in distress. Understand?" Izzy felt adamant that she would never live in a world where magic affected her daily life. It didn't seem like a fair world to her. Some people received the gift of magic, which put them in a higher class than all the mere mortals of the world. She didn't want her potentially Muggle children exposed to the danger of wizards.

"I understand completely. Nothing is different. We're just putting it aside for the moment," Oliver uncorked the wine and took a sip.

"I still can't believe you got me wine and flowers," Izzy broke the awkwardness.

"I thought you'd like it," he leaned in and gently kissed Izzy.

"It's cheesy, but for you, it works," Izzy smiled. She thought to herself, For you a lot of things work that normally don't…

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