This one is a little short, but whatever. Chapter 11 is in progress as we speak!
The words in italics are Harry's flashbacks to his first year at Hogwarts.
Harry fell silent, sheer disbelief shrouding over him like a black cloud. He just stood there, taking in the fearful expressions of Seamus and Neville. "I didnt..." said Harry, "I didnt mean too..." Harry knew what this meant. He would be locked up in Azkaban for sure.
"We cant let him get caught!" said Neville, "He didnt mean too kill him"
"Neville are you mad?" said Seamus, his face turning bright red, "He choked him to death! He meant to kill him!"
Harry just stood there silent, his eyes studying the lifeless body of his former Quidditch captain. Too many awful memories returned to Harry at the sight of Wood. Too many horrors he couldnt even describe. He never told anyone about what happened to him after the Quidditch practices or after the games. Even in those dark and cold dungeon classrooms. Wood was always there, waiting for Harry. Waiting to use him.
Oh no, thought Harry, I've gone the wrong way again! He stamped his foot on the floor and groaned in frustration. This was his fifth day at school and he still was having a hard time locating all of the classrooms. He was still getting used to the idea of being a wizard, and going to a school that taught you how to be a better one. Especially a school like this, he thought staring up at the ceiling, I've never seen anything like it.
"Lost?" said a smooth voice behind him, Harry spun around half expecting too see the blonde headed Draco Malfoy standing there, sneering at him, waiting to tear him down. But to Harry's surprise, Oliver Wood was leaning up against the cold stone wall of the castle, happily biting into an apple. Harry was quite relieved too see a familiar face, "Yeah," he said, "I have no idea where I'm going..."
"Well," said Wood, taking another bite out of his apple, "Where are you trying to go?"
"Thats the problem," said Harry sighing, "I dont know where I'm going. I dont even know what class I have now...I have no idea what I'm doing." Tears formed behind his eyes, but he fought them back, he couldnt let Wood see him cry. "It's alright Harry," said Wood putting a hand on Harry's shoulder, "I was lost my first week too. But dont worry about it, teachers tend to go easier on you if your a first year," he smiled, "Besides, why dont you just skip class for now and hang out with me for a while. How does that sound?" Harry was beaming, Oliver Wood wanted to be around him! One of the most popular boys in school wanted to hang out with him, Harry Potter.
"Yeah!" he said excited, "I mean...uh...sure why not"
"Good," said Oliver taking another bite out of his apple, "By the way, I really wanted to show you something Harry. I think you'll like it." Harry was overjoyed at the thought of spending time with Oliver Wood, and the thought of Wood wanting too show him something, REALLY wanting to show him something, made him even more happy.
"What are we going to do?" said Neville frantically, "They cant know Harry did this!"
"They probably already know..." said Harry looking down at the floor, "I dont think I can hide this..."
"Thats a good idea! We'll wait until nightfall and hide the body! No one will know!" said Neville, "It's all we can do too keep you out of Azkaban Harry"
Seamus was in shock, "ARE YOU FUCKING MAD!" he bellowed, "He bloody killed Oliver Wood! He's fucked! And where are we gonna bury him, huh? Where?"
"Forbidden forest," said a small voice from across the room, "No one will know he's there." It was Dean Thomas, another one of Harry's friends. Dean had been sitting there the whole time, spectating what had been going on. "So you've gone mad too huh?" said Seamus, throwing his hands up in the air, "I just dont know...We have too tell someone! Just say that he was trying to attack you Harry!"
"No!" said Neville, "No one will believe that! We have to hide the body in the Forbidden forest like Dean said"
Harry shook his head, "I'll be guilty for the rest of my life...It dosent matter. I might as well be locked up in Azkaban for life"
"Harry, no!" said Neville, dropping Trevor to the floor, "Harry you cant let them know you did this! We'll hide the body later on tonight! No one will know"
Seamus frowned at Harry, "What do you want to do? It's all up to you, you know."
Harry didnt want to bury Oliver Wood out in the forest, but he didnt want to go too Azkaban either. He then remembered all the things that Wood had done to him the past...all the hurt he had experienced. Harry was filling with hatred, "We'll bury that fucker in the forest," he said clenching his fists, "He belongs there."
That night Harry, Seamus, and Dean quickly got dressed. They told Neville too stay in the dormitory just incase Ron woke up and went looking for Harry. Harry grabbed his invisibility cloak, and Seamus pulled out a shovel that was underneath his bed, "Nicked this from Filch's closet this afternoon," he said forcing a smile, "You sure you want too do this Harry?" Harry nodded, his stomach was tightening, and fear flooded his entire body.
Shrouded in the invisbility cloak, Seamus led the way down the dark corridors. Harry and Dean were both balancing the weight of Oliver Wood between themselves, struggling too stay hidden underneath the safety of the cloak. Finally reaching the grouds, they struggled too make it all the way past Hagrid's cabin and into the forest. Harry and Dean both let go of Oliver, the body hitting the ground with a soft thud.
Harry wrapped the invisibility cloak around his shoulders and grabbed one of Oliver's arms, "Dean you take the other one." Dean nodded, "Right." Following Seamus deep into the woods, they dragged Oliver's limp body on and on, cleaning up whatever trace of blood they had left behind them.
"Hopefully we'll find our way out," said Dean, wiping sweat off his forehead with his free hand, "I dont want too die out here you know"
The all too familiar knot had returned in Harry's stomach, and he felt nauseous. "Here." said Seamus pushing the shovel into the soft ground, "Right here is good."
Dean and Harry both let go of Wood. All three of them taking turns with the shoveling. It felt like hours had passed since they had left the castle, and all three of them were growing rather tired. They rolled Wood's limp body into the hole, and Seamus sighed, "Should someone say something"
"I'll say something," said Harry, clearing his throat. "Oliver Wood seemed rather nice at first," he said, "But then once you got to know him, you realized what a devil he really was. He's hurt me in the past, and he will do so no more. Rest in peace you fuck. I've hated you for so many years, and now I've gotten my revenge. My fucking revenge...You needed too die..." He broke off into silence, tears running down his face. Seamus rested a hand on Harry's shoulder, "Harry I think you should stop. Your upset enough as it is..."
"It's almost morning," said Dean, "Happy Sunday..." He grimaced and wiped his hands on his pants, "So that's it then"
Seamus nodded, "Yeah that's it I guess." Both of them looked at Harry, waiting for a response from their friend.
"Down here Potter," said Oliver Wood, his hand on the young boy's shoulder, "I think you might like this"
Harry followed Oliver down the winding stone steps, they reached a rather dark room, and the air was cold. "Where exactly are we going?" said Harry at Oliver's heels, "I dont think I've ever been down here"
"Dont worry," said Wood, "You'll like it I promise."
As they reached the bottom of the stairs, Wood all of a sudden pushed Harry violently up against the wall.
"What the-"
"Dont say another word Harry," said Oliver, unzipping Harry's pants, "Dont act like you didnt want it this way."
"What are you doing?" said Harry. He could feel Oliver's cold hands slide down over his bare thigh and onto his penis, "Dont touch me!" screamed Harry, trying to push Oliver away. But the weight of the other boy was unbearable, and Harry wasnt strong enough. "You yell and I'll kill you Potter! I'll snap your neck in two"
Small tears escaped the corners of Harry's eyes, "Oliver please, your hurting me..."
Only Harry could know the pain and torment he had gone through those past couple of years. Only one person had clouded his mind for every second of the day, every waking moment.
And now...he was gone. Just like that.