Dungeons, the light making the smallest move I make seem exaggerated, as I
lean against the wall biting my hand so that I don't make a sound I can
hear someone coming he can't catch me down here. I'll be expelled. He's
getting closer the only thing I can hope is that I blend into the
surrounding enough that I'm not noticed. I can see the torch light coming.
I am suddenly very aware of the fact that I need to pee, why is it when
your adrenaline is going you realize things you never would have otherwise.
I hear the footsteps getting closer, and closer.
'Pop' and sunlight
"Get up, its almost 8" said the voice that was all to familiar
I bury my head further into my pillow hoping that maybe if he thinks I'm still asleep he'll go away.
"I'm counting to 3 and then I will yank you out of that bed." I hear him round the end of my bed preparing his attack. "One.. Two..."
I sit straight up in bed "I'm up, I'm up, now will you go away."
Allow me to explain, my name is Amy, and I have just been rudely awakened by a boy who literally just popped into my room. It if wasn't such a normal occurrence I would think it strange but it happens at least twice a week.
The above-mentioned boy, who is now talking about things that my brain is not even registering, is Oliver. And unfortunately I have known him sense approximately 8 years old.
"Your dad and I were just discussing my new training program, he thinks that my plans for this season will work, and he agrees that we deserve this." he looks up from his pacing "Amy are you even paying attention to me, this is really important its my last year, If I don't win I will kill."
I lay there eyeing the strange boy "I know, I know Quid ditch If you loose this year your life will fall apart. Nothing will make sense." I propped my self up onto my elbows and lean forward "That's the only reason you keep my around isn't it, because my dad used to play for the pros, and you need his tips to help you out, never mind that you get to meet your heroes."
"No I keep you around because you are entertaining," was the only response I got before he launched into another lecture.
Now I need to remind all of you, I am not on his team, nor do I even play the game, I lack the hand eye coordination to be very good at it, You can imagine the shock of my father when he realized that neither one of his children were good enough to make the house teams let alone go on to play professionally. Enter Oliver, my parents went to Hogwarts with his, our fathers had been housemates, roommates, and teammates. When Oliver started to play as a kid, my father had received a proud phone call from the Wood's to tell, my dad all about. From then on I was stuck with him.
My dad trusted Oliver like he was his own son, which would explain why this 17-year-old boy was in his 16-year-old daughters room with the door closed. Oliver's mind was in one place, on his game and my father knew that.
Our mothers on the other hand had different plans, every once in awhile we'd walk into the house to hear them planning our future. What the wedding would be like, how cute our kids would be. At which point we'd exchange this look, go back outside and leave them to their deluded fantasy.
This is what I'm thinking about as I walk around my room gathering things to wear for the day, we were going shopping for supplies, so we had to make the trip to Diagon Alley, and our parents had to come with so they could run into all there old friends. Pretty sure we were meeting up with the Weasley's somewhere down there.
"Amy, can I borrow your blue shirt. Ya know the one that you said I.... Oh he's here." bratty little sister had just entered the room. "Well can I?"
"Um like I told you last week the last time you asked me. NO. Any other questions?" she glared at me.
"You don't even wear it Am."
"Emily I said no, now get out," I was pulling her by the arm out of the room "you have a whole wardrobe full of clothes wear some of your own. Ask mom maybe when we are in London we can stop and find some cool stuff." That statement made her glare soften. I then closed the door in her face.
"You should have just lent it to her." said Oliver "She's right you never wear it anyway."
"Hey for someone who doesn't have any siblings you sure do know a lot about them." I said sarcastically, "When you have a little clothes thief share a house with you for 13 years you'll understand."
"I wish I had siblings, then I would have someone to teach all my Quidditch knowledge to." He said flipping through a magazine he had picked up off the floor.
"With your luck you'd get a sister, who just like me could not play to save her life."
"You think it bothered your dad that you just gave up," Looking at me quizzically
"For your information I did not give up, I was told I could no longer play" I yelled from inside my walk in closet which looking like the clothes had just exploded from the shelves onto the floor. "I'm sure you have heard this story, before" I said exiting victoriously with the blue shirt my sister so desperately wanted to wear "Mom forbid me from ever playing again, It was the second time dad had ever let me play without him securely behind me on the broom, And this big nasty kid hit a bludger into my chest, which both knocked the wind out of me and caused me to fall over 20 feet to the ground below. Mom freaked out. Course she did this while I was unconscious at the hospital, knocked me out for a whole 3 weeks."
"Ya ya likely story, you just stunk, so your dad didn't want to be embarrassed. Imagine a professional player with a kid who can't even control her own broom." he laughed while dodging the shoe that I had just flung across the room at him. "Your going to wear that just to irritate her aren't you?"
"Yes sir I am, It is mine ya know I did buy it with the little money that I did make at my horrible job. Scooping Ice cream, honestly you think muggles would be able to come up with an easier way to do that."
"I still don't understand why your parents made you get that job in the first place. It's not like your going to...."
"Because" I stopped him in mid sentence I did not need for him to hear the same lecture I had been receiving all summer long. "I need to know how to survive in both the wizarding and the non-wizarding world. In case I ever need to leave this one for the other."
My parents had always been like that. They insisted that Emily and I be as aware of what was going on outside the wizarding world as we were about our normal surroundings. We lived in a muggle neighborhood, attended muggle schools until we received our Hogwarts letters. Mom had always said it was such a shock for her to have to blend in, so she figured she'd make it easier on her children. When Voldermort had been his most powerful, my parents left, moved to the States to make sure their family would be safe, and thanks to them Em and I have the strangest accents. But it was great I got the best of both worlds. And I could make every person who came into Hogwarts, pure bloods or not feel comfortable, or at least that's what the told me when they made me a prefect.
"You wouldn't actually do that would you, run away if there ever came a time to fight him." he said almost daring me to respond. "Would you leave all your friends in a time when they needed you?"
"I don't know I guess it really depends on the circumstances, If my parents wouldn't have fled, Emily and I wouldn't have parents, They got into to far over there heads to do anything but run." I said with a shrug.
I watched him set down the magazine. Almost disappointed with my answer. I really needed to change the subject or this would turn into a conversation that I really didn't want to have at 8:30 in the morning. I didn't get to see the whole Wood family very often. And I wasn't going to let this stupid argument ruin another outing.
"Ok lets go, I'm hungry maybe we can make my parents stop on the way to the Leaky Cauldron for some real food." He seemed to sense that I wasn't in the mood and just let it drop.
"Ya, ok."
I opened my door only to have my sister and three of her dumb friends fall at my feet. It seemed that they had been informed that Oliver was in my room, "Idiots." I muttered as I stepped over them. Oliver on the other hand always the gentleman stopped to help them up. It's amazing the shade of red 13 year olds can take on when they are embarrassed. I could tell they probably wouldn't wash that hand for a couple of weeks. Note to self keep away from those three.
"Why do you have to encourage them," I say once he has successfully turned each one of them an annoying shade of crimson "Should have just left them lying there maybe then they will leave you alone. Once of course the realize what an ass you are"
He just shook his head, "Are you crazy, three girls falling all over themselves over me and you want me to just leave them on the floor." It was just in the last year or so that he'd realized how much attention he actually received quite annoying really.
"Oh yes how stupid of me you alienate them and then your supply of skanks is going to run out."
"Besides if I ignored them it would probably just lead more girls into thinking I was some sort of bad boy." He stopped in his tracks, "Your right I should have just left them there, then they would have told all the other girls in there houses what an ass I am and more would have come my way"
"Eww gross," Stopping in the hallway "no girl is actually that dumb to want a guy that is mean to her all the time." I had now leaned myself up against the wall so that he couldn't get through "at least not the right kind of girl"
"Who said I was looking for the right kind of girl" He replied grinning, and that's all she wrote for my plan of blocking the kitchen with one swift motion from his hip I was down for the count, flat on my ass in the doorway. "The right now girl would be just fine." He continued while offering me his hand
"Does it look like I need your help to get up, I'm perfectly fine," and I was up and at his side,
"You really think that's a good way to go through life, moving from one girl to the next." And then it hit me two deep conversations in a span of less then 40 minutes. "Ya know what forget I said anything, it's none of my business anyway, the less I know about that aspect of your life the better."
"Damn" I heard from the doorway, the idiots had followed, I'll have to remember to kill Emily later on tonight. I really didn't get it; it was Oliver, the same boy who had forced me to climb a tree when we were kids to make sure it was safe for him to climb. The same guy who I had seen get so pissed off over a stupid game that I thought steam would come out of his ears.
This wasn't a new thing. Girls following, I was just not used to it in my own house. I had many a so-called friend start talking to me, because they thought I could get them in with Oliver. What they failed to realize was that he did actually value my opinion, and if I did on the off chance hook them up, the more I complained about them the faster they went away.
So here I am standing in my kitchen, looking at this guy I've known my whole life trying to figure out what the attraction is. And the thought he looks just like his dad keeps popping into my head. That's just wrong. Nope not seeing it, sure he's not bad looking but to have the following he has at school, there seriously must be something wrong with these girls. He does have an amazing body, all that working out has done wonders for him, and well his features are soft, not at all like those carved in stone looking guy on all the Abercrombie catalogs. And his eyes, brown, like a chocolate color, kind of make him seem mysterious.
"What? Something wrong? Do I not match or something?" he said running his hand over his clothes as if magically they'd look better if that was the reason I was staring.
"No nothing like that. Just trying to figure out what the attraction is." He raised his eyebrows "Ya I don't see it." and with that I turned and walked out into the garden.
"Well lucky for me you don't have to," he stated matter of factly as he followed. "Plenty of other girls do." he spun me around and stuck his tongue out.
"Well I think we can all fit in one car, wouldn't make sense to take two right." My Mom's always thinking ya know. I have a feeling that at one point my mom had a crush on Mr. Wood. A school girl thing because to this day if he catches her looking at him she blushes like mad. Not that I think anything ever happened between the two of them, my mom is way to committed to her family.
That was one of the few things I could remember about the night he who must not be named met his end. Matt Wood literally popped into my kitchen, all the way in the states, to let my parents know what had happened. I was about four at the time and he scared the living crap out of me. I started to scream and my father came running down the stairs wand out, first time in a long time I'd seen him actually use it, and when he saw Matt, well more like the look on Matt's face he burst into tears. And that was the first time I'd seen my father cry, He cried again when I woke up from my bludger accident. I was sent upstairs to get my mom. And then told to go to bed. I sat on the stairs and listened to him tell the story of the Potters. That stuck with me, and it wasn't until I was 13 or 14 that I realized just why we had been living in the States in the first place. My parents were scared. And because of that, I was scared, anything that could cause them to leave everything they knew and loved had to be bad, and I was terrified of the day that that fear would come back.
'Pop' and sunlight
"Get up, its almost 8" said the voice that was all to familiar
I bury my head further into my pillow hoping that maybe if he thinks I'm still asleep he'll go away.
"I'm counting to 3 and then I will yank you out of that bed." I hear him round the end of my bed preparing his attack. "One.. Two..."
I sit straight up in bed "I'm up, I'm up, now will you go away."
Allow me to explain, my name is Amy, and I have just been rudely awakened by a boy who literally just popped into my room. It if wasn't such a normal occurrence I would think it strange but it happens at least twice a week.
The above-mentioned boy, who is now talking about things that my brain is not even registering, is Oliver. And unfortunately I have known him sense approximately 8 years old.
"Your dad and I were just discussing my new training program, he thinks that my plans for this season will work, and he agrees that we deserve this." he looks up from his pacing "Amy are you even paying attention to me, this is really important its my last year, If I don't win I will kill."
I lay there eyeing the strange boy "I know, I know Quid ditch If you loose this year your life will fall apart. Nothing will make sense." I propped my self up onto my elbows and lean forward "That's the only reason you keep my around isn't it, because my dad used to play for the pros, and you need his tips to help you out, never mind that you get to meet your heroes."
"No I keep you around because you are entertaining," was the only response I got before he launched into another lecture.
Now I need to remind all of you, I am not on his team, nor do I even play the game, I lack the hand eye coordination to be very good at it, You can imagine the shock of my father when he realized that neither one of his children were good enough to make the house teams let alone go on to play professionally. Enter Oliver, my parents went to Hogwarts with his, our fathers had been housemates, roommates, and teammates. When Oliver started to play as a kid, my father had received a proud phone call from the Wood's to tell, my dad all about. From then on I was stuck with him.
My dad trusted Oliver like he was his own son, which would explain why this 17-year-old boy was in his 16-year-old daughters room with the door closed. Oliver's mind was in one place, on his game and my father knew that.
Our mothers on the other hand had different plans, every once in awhile we'd walk into the house to hear them planning our future. What the wedding would be like, how cute our kids would be. At which point we'd exchange this look, go back outside and leave them to their deluded fantasy.
This is what I'm thinking about as I walk around my room gathering things to wear for the day, we were going shopping for supplies, so we had to make the trip to Diagon Alley, and our parents had to come with so they could run into all there old friends. Pretty sure we were meeting up with the Weasley's somewhere down there.
"Amy, can I borrow your blue shirt. Ya know the one that you said I.... Oh he's here." bratty little sister had just entered the room. "Well can I?"
"Um like I told you last week the last time you asked me. NO. Any other questions?" she glared at me.
"You don't even wear it Am."
"Emily I said no, now get out," I was pulling her by the arm out of the room "you have a whole wardrobe full of clothes wear some of your own. Ask mom maybe when we are in London we can stop and find some cool stuff." That statement made her glare soften. I then closed the door in her face.
"You should have just lent it to her." said Oliver "She's right you never wear it anyway."
"Hey for someone who doesn't have any siblings you sure do know a lot about them." I said sarcastically, "When you have a little clothes thief share a house with you for 13 years you'll understand."
"I wish I had siblings, then I would have someone to teach all my Quidditch knowledge to." He said flipping through a magazine he had picked up off the floor.
"With your luck you'd get a sister, who just like me could not play to save her life."
"You think it bothered your dad that you just gave up," Looking at me quizzically
"For your information I did not give up, I was told I could no longer play" I yelled from inside my walk in closet which looking like the clothes had just exploded from the shelves onto the floor. "I'm sure you have heard this story, before" I said exiting victoriously with the blue shirt my sister so desperately wanted to wear "Mom forbid me from ever playing again, It was the second time dad had ever let me play without him securely behind me on the broom, And this big nasty kid hit a bludger into my chest, which both knocked the wind out of me and caused me to fall over 20 feet to the ground below. Mom freaked out. Course she did this while I was unconscious at the hospital, knocked me out for a whole 3 weeks."
"Ya ya likely story, you just stunk, so your dad didn't want to be embarrassed. Imagine a professional player with a kid who can't even control her own broom." he laughed while dodging the shoe that I had just flung across the room at him. "Your going to wear that just to irritate her aren't you?"
"Yes sir I am, It is mine ya know I did buy it with the little money that I did make at my horrible job. Scooping Ice cream, honestly you think muggles would be able to come up with an easier way to do that."
"I still don't understand why your parents made you get that job in the first place. It's not like your going to...."
"Because" I stopped him in mid sentence I did not need for him to hear the same lecture I had been receiving all summer long. "I need to know how to survive in both the wizarding and the non-wizarding world. In case I ever need to leave this one for the other."
My parents had always been like that. They insisted that Emily and I be as aware of what was going on outside the wizarding world as we were about our normal surroundings. We lived in a muggle neighborhood, attended muggle schools until we received our Hogwarts letters. Mom had always said it was such a shock for her to have to blend in, so she figured she'd make it easier on her children. When Voldermort had been his most powerful, my parents left, moved to the States to make sure their family would be safe, and thanks to them Em and I have the strangest accents. But it was great I got the best of both worlds. And I could make every person who came into Hogwarts, pure bloods or not feel comfortable, or at least that's what the told me when they made me a prefect.
"You wouldn't actually do that would you, run away if there ever came a time to fight him." he said almost daring me to respond. "Would you leave all your friends in a time when they needed you?"
"I don't know I guess it really depends on the circumstances, If my parents wouldn't have fled, Emily and I wouldn't have parents, They got into to far over there heads to do anything but run." I said with a shrug.
I watched him set down the magazine. Almost disappointed with my answer. I really needed to change the subject or this would turn into a conversation that I really didn't want to have at 8:30 in the morning. I didn't get to see the whole Wood family very often. And I wasn't going to let this stupid argument ruin another outing.
"Ok lets go, I'm hungry maybe we can make my parents stop on the way to the Leaky Cauldron for some real food." He seemed to sense that I wasn't in the mood and just let it drop.
"Ya, ok."
I opened my door only to have my sister and three of her dumb friends fall at my feet. It seemed that they had been informed that Oliver was in my room, "Idiots." I muttered as I stepped over them. Oliver on the other hand always the gentleman stopped to help them up. It's amazing the shade of red 13 year olds can take on when they are embarrassed. I could tell they probably wouldn't wash that hand for a couple of weeks. Note to self keep away from those three.
"Why do you have to encourage them," I say once he has successfully turned each one of them an annoying shade of crimson "Should have just left them lying there maybe then they will leave you alone. Once of course the realize what an ass you are"
He just shook his head, "Are you crazy, three girls falling all over themselves over me and you want me to just leave them on the floor." It was just in the last year or so that he'd realized how much attention he actually received quite annoying really.
"Oh yes how stupid of me you alienate them and then your supply of skanks is going to run out."
"Besides if I ignored them it would probably just lead more girls into thinking I was some sort of bad boy." He stopped in his tracks, "Your right I should have just left them there, then they would have told all the other girls in there houses what an ass I am and more would have come my way"
"Eww gross," Stopping in the hallway "no girl is actually that dumb to want a guy that is mean to her all the time." I had now leaned myself up against the wall so that he couldn't get through "at least not the right kind of girl"
"Who said I was looking for the right kind of girl" He replied grinning, and that's all she wrote for my plan of blocking the kitchen with one swift motion from his hip I was down for the count, flat on my ass in the doorway. "The right now girl would be just fine." He continued while offering me his hand
"Does it look like I need your help to get up, I'm perfectly fine," and I was up and at his side,
"You really think that's a good way to go through life, moving from one girl to the next." And then it hit me two deep conversations in a span of less then 40 minutes. "Ya know what forget I said anything, it's none of my business anyway, the less I know about that aspect of your life the better."
"Damn" I heard from the doorway, the idiots had followed, I'll have to remember to kill Emily later on tonight. I really didn't get it; it was Oliver, the same boy who had forced me to climb a tree when we were kids to make sure it was safe for him to climb. The same guy who I had seen get so pissed off over a stupid game that I thought steam would come out of his ears.
This wasn't a new thing. Girls following, I was just not used to it in my own house. I had many a so-called friend start talking to me, because they thought I could get them in with Oliver. What they failed to realize was that he did actually value my opinion, and if I did on the off chance hook them up, the more I complained about them the faster they went away.
So here I am standing in my kitchen, looking at this guy I've known my whole life trying to figure out what the attraction is. And the thought he looks just like his dad keeps popping into my head. That's just wrong. Nope not seeing it, sure he's not bad looking but to have the following he has at school, there seriously must be something wrong with these girls. He does have an amazing body, all that working out has done wonders for him, and well his features are soft, not at all like those carved in stone looking guy on all the Abercrombie catalogs. And his eyes, brown, like a chocolate color, kind of make him seem mysterious.
"What? Something wrong? Do I not match or something?" he said running his hand over his clothes as if magically they'd look better if that was the reason I was staring.
"No nothing like that. Just trying to figure out what the attraction is." He raised his eyebrows "Ya I don't see it." and with that I turned and walked out into the garden.
"Well lucky for me you don't have to," he stated matter of factly as he followed. "Plenty of other girls do." he spun me around and stuck his tongue out.
"Well I think we can all fit in one car, wouldn't make sense to take two right." My Mom's always thinking ya know. I have a feeling that at one point my mom had a crush on Mr. Wood. A school girl thing because to this day if he catches her looking at him she blushes like mad. Not that I think anything ever happened between the two of them, my mom is way to committed to her family.
That was one of the few things I could remember about the night he who must not be named met his end. Matt Wood literally popped into my kitchen, all the way in the states, to let my parents know what had happened. I was about four at the time and he scared the living crap out of me. I started to scream and my father came running down the stairs wand out, first time in a long time I'd seen him actually use it, and when he saw Matt, well more like the look on Matt's face he burst into tears. And that was the first time I'd seen my father cry, He cried again when I woke up from my bludger accident. I was sent upstairs to get my mom. And then told to go to bed. I sat on the stairs and listened to him tell the story of the Potters. That stuck with me, and it wasn't until I was 13 or 14 that I realized just why we had been living in the States in the first place. My parents were scared. And because of that, I was scared, anything that could cause them to leave everything they knew and loved had to be bad, and I was terrified of the day that that fear would come back.