This is the 3rd chapter and is Oliver Wood's P.O.V… and I reckon it is probably the worst written of all 8 chapters. (I'm sorry!)

Chapter 3: Oliver Wood – Even better man

A 21 year old man by the name of Oliver Wood stood staring at the headstone of his old Seeker's grave. Oliver had his broomstick over his shoulder and his Puddlemere United Quidditch robes on. "So… well, hi Harry, how're you doing?" he asked, then snorted sullenly to himself "now why the hell am I asking you that? You can't exactly answer me can you?" he was quiet for a minute or two, then mumbled "but I wish you could".

He glanced slowly around, instinctively taking note of the bright sun and the light nor-westerly breeze, before he said, "well looks like fairly good conditions for practice later today…we're up against the Cannons on Saturday," he laughed, "Ron's been trying to bribe me for weeks to get me to let a few goals slide, but when I told him I'd only do it if he promised to do the same he got all offended and stomped off…hasn't spoken to me since Tuesday!"

He nodded thoughtfully "should be wicked match, Ron's just recruited a new Beater and a pair of new Chasers… can you believe he scored the captaincy only 5 minutes into the job?", he rubbed his hand together eagerly, and if Harry was still alive he would have noticed the almost manic look in the other young mans eye when faced with prospect of an up coming match, "I absolutely cannot wait to get out on to that pitch on Saturday!" Oliver cried excitedly.

His enthusiasm, however, faded after a minute. "I really wish you were still around to see all this… hell you'd probably be on the starting side for the England team itself by now!". He dropped down onto the grass by the grave and absentmindedly fiddled with one of the red roses smothering it. "Katie was going to come down and visit you too, but she had to work. Interviewing those two Patil twins about some new hair-care range or something, but I'm supposed to tell you from her that she misses you heaps," he smirked, "hell we all miss you Harry!"

The young man scowled at the grave, "you know, you were the best Seeker I've ever come across… seriously! You were really tremendous! Definitely had your fathers expertise Harry, he was just as awesome, from what I've heard from my dad… he was telling me…this was ages ago, back when I was still in Hogwart's, my 6th year, I think… about this game he'd once played alongside your dad, James, (they were played the same positions we do!), for Gryffindor. He was saying that they were playing the final match for the Cup, and your dad caught the Snitch in less than a minute! Honest! The whistle had hardly blown, and the Quaffle hadn't even been caught! But there he was with the Snitch in his hand! The game only took about 10 seconds, and it was against Slytherin too!".

He laughed for awhile then said "oh bloody hell, Harry, who am I kidding aye? I just keep changing the subject every time I start to talk about how much we all miss you, and how guilty everyone feels about getting on with their lives. I mean, there's Fred and Angelina, married, and Ang just gave birth to their son yesterday morning. Katie and me are getting married in a month… and George's just proposed to Alicia! The thing is, like I said, we all feel guilty cos it feels like we're leaving you in the past. And we none of us want that. We don't want you to be nothing but a memory when you meant so much to all of us. We want you to come back and be real again. And we all want to have another game of Quidditch together again too!"

He swiped the dampness from his eyes and stood up, "I need to go pal, Katie said I gotta stop in back home before practice, once the interview is over, cos she wants to 'quickly' check that all the men's ties match the women's lip gloss or some stupid little detail like that! If I'm late for practice I'll never talk to her again!', he joked, smiling, then he murmured, "you were an excellent Seeker Harry, but you were an even better man. We want to hold the memories of you so close and we don't ever want to let go and fully move on…but we know we have to do it some day… we just don't want to man… we didn't ever think we could loss you…".

He wiped his damp eyes again and turned to leave, then hesitated and turned back. His sad expression had suddenly changed to one full of laughter and good-natured mocking, "I suppose… because we're all having a hard time letting you properly leave us… that must be why Fred and Ang named him Harry!" he burst our laughing, wishing he could see his old friends face, and the stunned look of horror it would most likely display. "See you soon, buddy" he called, then mounted his broom, kicked of in to the air and, still laughing, flew away.

Hope you liked it… Draco Malfoy's chapter: Crying on the inside is coming…please R&R!! thanks to everyone who has reviewed so far you guys are so cool! I love you! thanks heaps…adios