Back at Hogwarts that morning.
"Hey Fred, Fred!" Oliver Wood shouted after the red haired twin. Fred stopped and turned to see an out of breath keeper behind him.
"Oliver mate, I know you love me and all but you didn't have to run all this way just to see me, understandable of course but.."
"Shut up Fred, have you seen Cara, she never turned up for class."
"Maybe she slept in." He offered.
"No, she was at breakfast."
"How did you manage to loose a girl on crutches between the great hall and the dungeons, really Wood!"
"Ha ha funny Fred, I didn't loose her, she went to see McGonagle."
"Well I have transfiguration in a bit, why don't we head there now and see if she's there." Oliver agreed and the two boys head towards Professor McGonagle's office.
"Excuse me, Professor, but have you seen Cara?" Fred asked, once the pair entered. "Ah Mr.Weasley, Mr.Wood, take a seat please." The two walked cautiously towards the seats in front of her desk, both too worried and scared to say a word.
"Ms.Jameson is okay, she has gone away for awhile."
"Gone, gone where?" Oliver jumped out of his seat as he raised his voice towards the calm professor.
"Mr.Wood, please sit down. Good, now, I do not know any details of her trip, I'm sure Professor Dumbledore will be able to answer your questions on that front. I, however have something else to talk to you about. Cara came to me this morning in order to resign as the Gryffindor Quidditch Captain." There were gasps from the two young men.
"Mr.Wood, I have chosen you as her replacement based on my own opinion and that of Ms.Jameson." Oliver sat there in shock.
"Professor, I can't. I couldn't take her position like that, it wouldn't be right."
"I won't accept that refusal now Wood, give it some time. Now you may leave. Fred I believe you have class her now."
"Yes Professor." Fred mumbled and gave a worried glance at his teammate. Oliver left the office with his head looking at his feet as they guided him the whole way to the headmaster's office. He then realised he hadn't a clue of the password so he sat on the step beside the giant statue and put his head in his hands. After a couple of minutes he felt a presence sit beside him on the step. He looked up and saw Professor Dumbledore sitting beside him with a short smile on his face.
"Professor, where is Cara?" He asked quietly.
"I'm afraid that's not for me to tell, what I can tell you is that she is in very good hands. You know it is quite important for her to accept her dilemma and rediscover her own mind at this difficult time, that is what she is trying to do, be patient, she will bring her loved ones back into her life when she feels she is ready."
"I know professor, I just want to be there for her."
"I know Oliver and you can be, by giving her time, I'm sure you will hear from her when the time is right. Now I must be on my way, the house elves have just figured out the recipe for liquorice allsorts!" With that, the statue behind him sprung to life.
"Oops! Well that was unexpected. Now Oliver, you should get to class." The wizened old man left Oliver's side and headed off down the corridor.
Oliver spent the rest of his classes not paying attention, but instead, worrying about his girlfriend. He was miserable for the whole day, until he got to dinner. He sat beside the twins and noticed them reading something, but took no notice.
"Hey Oliver, it's a letter from mum, Cara's at our house. Mums's looking after her, but were not to write until she writes first. Apparently she's fast asleep. Well that's good, mum's great for making people better. Fred, remember the time we made put that spell on Ron, mum made him right as rain in a jiffy she did."
"Ya, but we had to clean the whole house the muggle way!"
"Oh ya, but if it wasn't for that we would never have discovered the missing ingredient for our canary creams!"
"True, funny how things work out isn't it, eh Oliver?" Oliver jumped, and then grumbled at them.
"Now, now Oliver what would Cara say if she saw you like this?" George questioned.
"Ya, I reckon, she'd feel damn guilty that you were acting all mopey, and she doesn't need that Oliver. She needs you to look after yourself and be here for her when she gets back and to take over the team for her. You heard McGonagle, Cara said she wanted you to do the job." Oliver gave them a weak smile, he knew they were right, but he couldn't help missing the love of his life.
A/N: This chapter is for Rachel, thanks for the review!