Authors Note: We're almost done! I can hardly believe it myself. Except, with, me you're never done--this fic definately has a sequel that is almost completely written. Please respond, it's lovely encouragement within the writing world.

Chapter 14 Forming the Plan

Oliver had flown all the way to Hogwarts. He didn't know where else to go. For some odd reason the only person he could think of to help was Harry Potter. When they'd been in school together it seemed annually Harry fought evil and won. He had a good recorded against the bad guys and that was exactly what Oliver needed. Walking up the familiar staircase to Gryffindor tower Oliver couldn't help but hope that he didn't run into any students who would ask for autographs or worse, ask too many questions. Outside of Gryffindor tower Oliver ran into Neville who nervously gave him the password. Finding his way to Harry's room Oliver opened the familiar door. It felt like going home. "Harry Potter. It's been awhile hasn't it?"

Harry felt like he was going crazy. Turning around he saw that he found his sanity was still in tact. He hadn't been hearing things. "Oliver Wood!" he jumped up and hugged his old Quidditch captain. "What's a famous Quidditch player like you doing here?"

"You know all those big adventures you tend to find?"

"Yeah," Harry didn't see what his "adventures" against Lord Voldemort had to do with Quidditch, and the sport (unless Oliver had changed considerably) was his entire life.

"You up for another one?" Oliver asked carefully. "For an old friend?"

"It won't get me killed will it?"

"It shouldn't. Should be quite simple as long as we're not stupid. I could probably do it myself, except I'm not good at that type thing." As simple as breaking into Mr. Doyle's house sounded, it was too important to take any chance.

"I'm not sure how 'good' I am at it. I just have good luck," Harry tried to explain away his successes.

"Well then I need your luck Harry," Oliver looked intensely at Harry. "Please."

"Of course I'll help you," Harry spoke with great respect for his old keeper, the man who had taught him how to play Quidditch. "I'll just have to talk to Hermione and Ron."

"Of course they'll have to help. Do you think Ron would mind if I asked his brothers?"

"Which brothers?" Harry wondered if Oliver would actually ask Percy who for the longest time had been Oliver's best friend for years. Harry wasn't sure Ron had forgiven Percy for his betrayal during their fifth year.

"The twins and Percy."

"Would Percy risk it?" Harry couldn't imagine Percy helping in any adventure that the ministry hadn't approved.

"For this he would," Oliver really believed what he was saying. "For me he would Harry." During Percy's exile from the Weasley clan, Percy and Oliver's friendship had continued. They'd had many long talks, many disagreements, but in the end they were closer. Percy was almost like a brother to Oliver.

"Tell me everything Oliver and I'll try to think of a plan. Well actually Hermione will think of a plan."

"So your telling me your girlfriend Izzy is actually Isabella Doyle and is being held prisoner in your Quidditch managers personal dungeon and he just happens to be her father," Percy was in disbelief. The story Oliver was telling was absurd. "Oliver this sounds like a story from that gossip-rag the Quibbler."

"I know it sounds absurd! But it's completely true. Why else would my moods be fluctuating like crazy and why else would I need that potion?" Oliver jumped to defend himself.

"Oliver I didn't say I didn't believe you. I just said it's an unbelievable story. I've come to realize that's usually a sure sign of truth. I know how much Izzy means do you. I don't know what I would do if something happened to Penelope."

"Since when have me and Izzy been on the same level as you and Penny?" Penny and Percy had been inseparable since Hogwarts. Recently Percy had went down on one knee and proposed to Penny. The happy couple was planning for a spring wedding. For Percy, it was the most important relationship in his life. Izzy and Oliver had been together less than a year, and hadn't even discussed marriage. As flattered as Oliver felt, he wasn't sure it was a fair comparison.

"Since you fell in love with her Oliver," Percy patted him on the back. "Since for once in your life something became more important than Quidditch."