Mio bel Vergine
Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter.
A/N: Hello all, Betrayed Vision here. Bringing you another one of my stories, this one isn't really like the rest. It doesn't start off easy and full of joy. So that's one of my disclaimers. This story came to me, a couple weeks ago, I feel a little uneasy about your reactions to it. It's an Oliver Wood story. I decided, in my imaginary world, to give more depth to this famous Quidditch star. As one person said, "Oliver is not gay. He's not straight either. He lives, breathes, and sleeps Quidditch." Me, finding that impossible decided to write a story about our Quidditch hunk. Well, our burly Quidditch hunk.
P.S- I'll dedicate the next chapter to the person who counts how many times I've said Quidditch. Go through, after you've read the whole chapter, and count how many times I've used the word. I know, you might be thinking, "My god, this lady is insane," nope… just bored.
Chapter I - The Assault (THE REVISED CHAPTER)
Oliver Wood was sitting next to his usual Quidditch friends. Fred and George Weasley, Angelina Johnson, Katie Bell, Alicia Spinnet, all but Harry Potter sat next to him. The seeker of the team wasn't even present in the Great Hall today. He was probably gallivanting off with Hermione Granger and Ron Weasley. Those three were inseparable. Every one knew that Oliver Wood had a mindset of Quidditch. The game of Quidditch was his life; it is what he lived for.
Fred and George were flinging food at each other like usual. Cracking jokes like they normally did. They made Alicia and Katie laugh every single time they got a chance. Oliver looked up and grinned. He went back to his food and went on thinking about game plans. His mind remained on that for the duration of the meal. Suddenly his mind shifted to thinking about his time at Hogwarts in general. This was his last year at Hogwarts. It finally dawned on him, nor more Hogwarts Quidditch after this year. Besides that horrifying news, this year Dementors plagued the air. On top of that the Ministry was on a hunt for Sirius Black. He could tell that this school term, would be more exciting than the other years of his academia at Hogwarts.
"Come here, baby," he could hear Marcus Flint say, his voice intruded Oliver's thoughts. Oliver looked up toward where Flint was. He was tugging on this girl to come toward him. The girl looked small and feeble against his troll like appearance. It made Oliver think of Krum compared to Potter. If Potter was ever to go against Krum, he'd look like a feeble little boy. 'I better add extra training, before this year ends. Make him lift weights, maybe?' Oliver thought.
Fred and George stopped cracking jokes and they all looked over at that table. It seemed every one else was oblivious what was going on, until the girl started shouting.
She was fighting the girl was, and the fellow Slytherin's were snickering. "Let go Flint," she hissed at him as people started to notice. Marcus let go her arm, grabbed her leg and pulled her up on his lap. She started shouting in a different language hitting Flint and kicking him, finally the girl got away when Professor Snape walked over and rescued her.
That's when Oliver blanked out, and thought of the Weasley twin's beating Flint with their beater bats. He chuckled at this thought. He could see Fred and George run after Flint chasing him around the field. Until Fred whispered, "That old bat is acting weird."
"Fifty points from Slytherin. Also you will also serving detention for the next month with me. Starting today, you will be scrubbing cauldrons. This will teach you not to mess with Miss Rosaline Morino. Have a good day Mr. Flint," Professor Snape snarled as the girl hid behind him. The Gryffindor's beamed fifty points. That put them in the lead. If they one the Quidditch game, they had a lead for winning the House Cup.
"Grazie, grazie. Cugino," the girl said she kissed both of his cheeks. The girl obviously wasn't originally British. Tears were brimming her eyes, and finally fell down her cheeks. At that moment you couldn't even see her eyes they were so clouded with tears. Professor Snape picked up her things and walked her out of the Great Hall. He put an arm around her and she cried into his shoulder. Professor Snape was trying to calm her down. His baritone voice was trying to soothe her. He talked to her in the calming version of the language she cried out in. As Professor Snape escorted her out the hall, and closed the door behind him, the noise of talking resumed.
"Damn," Fred Weasley said breaking the silence of the Great Hall.
Oliver felt disgusted, this only gave him one more reason to hate Marcus Flint. He could name a list on the top of his head. One, He was the Slytherin Captain for the Quidditch team. Two, he was just so damn ugly. Three, he copied after Oliver when he got a young seeker. Four, he was a vile; sneaky Slytherin dolt. The reason number five was that he assaulted that girl.
"Flint is a jackass," Oliver said looking over at the twins and the three girls. The girls made their own comments about Flint, while Fred and George raised the cups to that and made loud donkey noises. Oliver laughed, and they cheered on that.
"Let's just hope we'll kick his ass when the Finals come," Katie said raising her cup of butterbear with the guys. Angelina and Alicia seconded on that, and Fred and George just made more donkey sounds.
"You think it's funny?" an aristocratic voice said. They looked over at Draco Malfoy. His slim face, his wan colored skin, and his bright blonde hair made him look like an albino.
"Aye, we do," Oliver spoke up grinning ear to ear. Flint was in the back ground hissing the Malfoy kid to cut it out. Fred mimicked the boy, smoothing his hair back with the butterbear. Standing up, he put his hand on his hips, and in a gay voice he said, "You think it's funny?"
They all laughed loudly, and Draco was about to pounce on Fred until Flint dragged him out of the hall. "Wood, we'll beat you in the finals this year," he barked.
Oliver laughed and went on with his classes, Ancient Runes. It was the worst class that ever was created. Oliver sighed plopping in a seat in the back. He pulled out his play book to a new sheet and started planning out new routine.
For some reason, he looked up and saw that the Rosaline girl was staring at him. She blushed and turned around quickly. For a second, Oliver thought of how nicely she blushed. He snapped out of it quickly when he thought that the color of her tone of blushing was almost as red as a Quaffle. Oliver shrugged to himself and went back to planning for the next game.
Oliver walked down the hall, it was empty since everyone was at the Ravenclaw/Hufflepuff Quidditch game. It didn't seem necessary to watch those two teams, since they beat them both and the winner of that game would go against Slytherin. It had been a month after that morning where the girl named Rosaline Morino was assaulted. Oliver had seen her in his classes. She was also a member of the Slytherin house.
She sat in the front, as close as she could to the teacher and as far away as she could sit away from Flint. Defence Against the Dark Arts was her favorite class, Oliver had concluded. She hid out in Professor Lupin's class room every chance she got, she also favored Potions too. Professor Snape had a seating arrangement where Flint was in the back of the room, far away from Rosaline.
He couldn't help to think, how sorry he felt for the girl. She had Flint, hitting on her every time she would go past him or even near him. Yes, she was attractive. The dark brown hair, the honey eyes, and she had a small slender frame. She was the basic Italian, the olive skin, and slightly bigger nose. She wasn't drop dead gorgeous, that every man would want her. The real beauty, of any woman, is not what consists on the outside.
Oliver heard screams around the corner, the echo of those screams bounced of the stone walls. As Oliver quickened his pace around the corner, nothing. The screams were coming from the Dungeons. "STOP! PLEASE, I'LL DO ANYTHING… JUST STOP!" a girl wailed for the mercy. As Oliver ran down to the Dungeons, into an empty class room, he found Rosaline on the floor and Flint on top of her.
Flint was raping her.
"Please help," she said when she saw Oliver. Flint yanked on her hair pulling her head back and furiously bit her neck. Oliver took Flint by robes and through him into the wall. "Come on," Oliver said picking her up, she was bleeding tremendously. He must of tore something inside of her.
Flint fixed himself and fixed his pants, "Ah, Wood is saving the day," he snickered and paused, "You do realize that she is a Slytherin just like me."
Oliver kicked him in the pelvis and Flint rolled over, "Obviously she isn't like you." Oliver left with Rosaline in his arms. He rushed her to the Hospital Wing, Madame Pomfrey wasn't there.
"I don't know what to do," Oliver said putting her on the bed. Rosaline sobbed as she curled up in a ball, "Let me die, I am a spoiled, deflowered forever." Oliver shook his head, he searched for a crème or a potion that would stop the bleeding just so that he could look for Madame Pomfrey. He grabbed a crème, and looked at Rosaline.
"I'm not going to hurt you, just let me put this crème on so you can stop bleeding," He informed her touching her arm with his hand. Rosaline's eyes widened when she started yelling. Thank fully, Madame Pomfrey and Professor Snape came in just in time.
"YOU WANT TO RAPE ME TOO!" she yelled out. Oliver shook his head and tried giving her a good explanation. "YES! YES! YOU ARE! YOU'RE JUST MAKING AN EXCUSE TO GET INSIDE OF ME!"
Professor Snape again came trying to calm her down, "No, he is the boy who saved you from any more damage," he tried explaining. Rosaline still cried on, until she became hoarse. She broke out repeating, "It's Flint. He's the one."
Professor Snape got up and stormed out of the Hospital Wing to find Marcus Flint. Oliver stood at the edge of Rosaline's bed after Madame Pomfrey healed her up. Rosaline still cried, more than Oliver had ever seen a woman cry. "Rosaline," he spoke up and was about to touch her but hesitated, "I don't know what you're going through, but in the end. It will be okay, everything happens for certain reasons. This is just a trial; this is to test your true strength."
Rosaline stopped crying and looked over at Oliver and motioned for him to come over. She sat up and directed him to sit next to her, Oliver did as she wished. Sniffling, she put her arms around Oliver and put her head on his shoulder. "Thanks," she whispered. He could feel her muscles tensing as she hugged him.
"I just want to tell you, not all guys are like Marcus Flint. So don't be afraid, in the future, when a guy truly loves you," he said. His Aunt was raped when she was younger, and she died a widow. His Aunt was never happy, and stayed as far as she could from men. His Aunt didn't even like Oliver, not any of his older brothers or his male cousins.
Rosaline nodded and let Oliver go, Professor Dumbledore and Professor McGonagall came in flinging the door open. "She's okay, she's calmed down incredibly," Madame Pomfrey said sighing with relief.
"We'll have to move you from the Slytherin house," Professor Dumbledore said suddenly when he looked graven about the whole situation. "That won't be necessary Albus, I want him expelled," Professor Snape said dragging the unconscious Flint by the collar.
"Severus Snape, you should never beat on a student," Professor McGonagall shrieked. Professor Snape didn't seem fazed by what he had done. Oliver didn't even leave any marks, and here Flint was bloodied up.
Madame Pomfrey healed his cut and bruises while Rosaline looked terrified. "Wood, will you take Miss Morino out to the gardens. I'm sure air will calm her down," Professor McGonagall commanded.
When Rosaline stood up, their dried blood all down her legs. "In second thought, help her find clothes and make sure she gets to the lavatories," she countered. Oliver helped Rosaline walk to the Slytherin common room, and waited at the foot of the girl's stairs for her sense nobody was in the house.
He even got her bath ready as she stood awkwardly across of the room. Oliver shut the door behind him and waited patiently outside the door. It had been two hours since she got in the bathroom, and Oliver impatient as ever, barged in. She was drowning herself. Oliver grabbed her and pulled her out of the tub. Wrapping a towel around her body he through his cloak around her and lead her into the Hospital Wing once again.
"Why is she not clothed?" Professor Snape asked when Oliver put her on a bed.
"She tried committing suicide, she was drowning herself in the tub when I got to her," Oliver replied weary from all that happened.
"Cugino?" she whispered crying softly and Professor Snape rushed to her side, "Wood you're dismissed," Professor Snape said in a stern voice. Oliver sighed with relief and walked out the Hospital Wing to the Great Hall where he ate in silence.
"Wood, are you okay? Next week is our game against Slytherin," Fred asked patting Oliver on the back.
"I'm just tense, I really want to win this one," Oliver replied.
The night wore on, and Oliver found himself wandering in the halls. He was unable to sleep, "Mr. Wood, your past your curfew. Five points from Gryffindor. Don't let me catch you wandering around these halls ever again," a familiar potion's master drawled. Oliver nodded and said his apologies and head back to his House. "Thank you for saving one of my students Mr. Wood. More than once today," Professor Snape shortly stated.
"You're welcome Professor."
A/N: Tell me what you think! I'm glad to hear all opinions! I know it's a little weird for Professor Snape to thank a student, but Oliver saved one of his students. It is something to be thankful for.