We arrived at the school mostly unscathed. I was kind of aggravated with Oliver I mean poor Harry is going through a lot and he is more interested in whether or not he was going to with that damn cup. Personally now I hope he lost. There are more important things than a stupid trophy, although I would never say that out loud in Oliver's vicinity.
Off the train into the carriages same thing every year. It hit me while we were riding up to the school. This would be the last year I got to spend this much time with Wood. Then he would be gone, off to be famous and completely forgetting about me and all his other small time friends. I turned to look at him, and he was staring off across the lake.
Once out of the carriages we marched into the great hall taking our seats at the designated tables. Well most of us did. Teri and I had to hang back to make sure all the first years were not being tortured by the older students. Mostly the Slytherins, those kids could be the biggest assholes sometimes. If it were up to me, which it's not, they would all be gone..
I stood at the top of the stairs, watching the first years congregate on them.
"You know there are places in this castle where you can get lost for days. No one comes to look for you, because then they would also be lost," the first years all gasped
"That's enough Draco. Leave the young ones alone." Teri said rolling her eyes at her younger schoolmate. He laughed as he pushed his way past me with his followers into the great hall.
"Don't mind him. Most of the people in this school are very nice, but you will learn very quickly that not all are that nice. My name is Amy Snow. I am a prefect for Gryfindor, one of the houses. And this is my dear friend Teri Anderson, Prefect for Ravenclaw. But no matter what house you are sorted into, you are more than welcome to ask me any questions you may have. And that goes for any of the Prefects who you will all come to know. We will do our best to help you. There is no question to big, or to dumb, that I won't at least try to answer." I said smiling down at them hoping I did something to ease there stress
"Thank you Ms. Snow, Ms. Anderson," She nodded at us both "I will take it from here, you may go join your classmates." I nodded and we moved into the great hall. Separating from Teri at the door.
As I left Professor McGonagal at the top of the stairs I heard her starting her yearly speech, same thing every year. Your house will become your family. She wasn't kidding either; you really learn to love the people you are essentially stuck with. You are sorted in with people who are similar to you, so it's not as hard. I personally believe I was sorted into the best house. Even if I do get along with all the other houses, Gryfindor is still the best. Both of my parents and there parents before them, all had been sorted into the same house.
'Yep no doubt about it' I thought as I scanned the crowd, I caught Ryan's eye, as he sat with his harem, Now a lesser girl would be jealous, but I knew better. He may flirt with them, but he always comes back to me. I winked at him, as I took my seat next to Hogwarts most eligible, I could feel the younger girls eyes bore into the back of my head, and some of the older ones sneered.
"I see your fan club has already started." I say through laughter.
I watched him spin around to see what I was talking about.... As if I would lie to him or something. I really wish these first years would just leave him alone; actually they were second years now aren't they.
"You'd think that they'd get the hint." He said spinning back around to continue his conversation with Brett.
"You would think." I shrugged not really understanding what he meant. "Hello Kyle, how was your holiday." I asked the little boy sitting across from me. Katie's little brother, every time I, or any girl for that matter, talked to the poor kid he started to stutter.
"f...f...f...fine."
"Well that's good. Always like to hear how well my fellow classmates are doing...." I say trailing off, as Dumbledore brought the hall to attention.
He explained to the whole school, what Teri and I had been explained on the train. The dementors would be at Hogwarts for the entire year, or until Black was caught, which ever came first. Either way they were here for a long time.
"Prefects please lead the first years to their dorms."
"Gryfindors this way." I called as I looked at the little ones around me; I swear they get smaller every year. And it wasn't because I was getting bigger as Oliver liked to say
I led them down the corridor to the staircases. "Now this is the quickest way to the dormitories, but keep on eye on the staircases. They like to change from time to time." I heard one gasp. "No worries, they will eventually come to a secure landing somewhere. After a while you will know your way around the castle so well, that it will be no problem." I said giving them all a reassuring smile.
We reached the portrait hole, "Yellow Canaries" and the portrait swung open to reveal the common room. "This is where you can all be together. Boys your dorms are up the stairs and to your right, Girls the same on your left. Boys are not allowed in the girl's dorms. So don't try it you will be hurt."
"How will we be hurt?" a little blonde boy asked
"Well boys and girls, a long time ago, when the school was created. The founders placed on the dorms a spell that would keep those not wanted out of the girls dorms."
"And if you try it you will be quite literally bounced off." Oliver finished as he came down the stairs.
"He would know." I said punching him in the arm, as he flopped down on the couch in front of the fireplace, the little girls staring with wide eyes at him.
I turned over the piece of paper in my hand, "Girl first, Allison Hanley, Gemma Myers, Emma Price, and Michele Lock, first dorm. Kasey Brill, Holly Gribbs, Natalie Brice, Jacqueline Palmer, and Raquel Keller second dorm." I paused and looked at all of them, they seemed satisfied by the results. "Anyone left out?" the all shook their heads
"Boy's turn, Allaster Morgan, Jamie Taylor, Benjamin Martin, Bradley Thomas and Taylor Hardy first dorm. James McKenzie, Roman Bolles, Hugh Denethar, Anthony James, and Brady Miller second dorm." I looked at them, they also seemed pleased.
"Now hurry up to your dorms. You'll find that your stuff has already been brought up and your beds already turned down." and with that they ran up the stairs to their respective dorms
"Are there more of them this year?"
"Seems like it don't it." I said sitting down next to him
"I thought my English was bad, you have no excuse."
"Oh shut up." I say laying my head down on his arm.
He was staring at the fire, as if half expecting something to jump out and get him. "I was thinking, if I start training them next week, then we will have at least a month on everyone else."
"NO NO NO, we were having a normal conversation, no more quidditch talk ok, not tonight, wait till tomorrow."
"Why do you put up with me?"
"Because if you remember correctly, I was forced to." I say sitting up "Now your just so cute how could I not stick around." I leaned in and pinched his cheeks.
"Well, well, well. Look what I have found." I heard a voice from the portrait "What exactly are you two doing."
"Megan, my buddy, what's going, I didn't see you on the train."
"Yea I came with dad earlier, he had some business with the new professor." she stated sitting down on the carpeting in front of us.
"I see, so what's the deal with him." Oliver asked nudging her over with his foot.
"Well it seems that dear Professor Lupin," digging through her bag for candy, which she was always chewing on. "Is being watched by my father, don't know why, he wouldn't tell me." She pulled out a Sugar quill triumphantly
"Your rooming with me again, Traci saved you the bed next to mine. Or at least she was supposed to, Me, you, Mallory, Angelina, and Traci.
"Sweet, I'm going up to bed, long day, I'll meet you up there."
"I'll be there in like 10 seconds." I called after here
"Wow Oliver that quick huh?" she called from the top of the stairs. He glared up the stairs after her.
"Very funny Megan." He called after her
He was making his way over to the window, staring longingly out at the pitch through the darkness.
"Don't even think about it Wood, the pitch will still be there tomorrow."
He smiled as he turned around. "I know. Want to go flying tomorrow morning."
"Nope"
"Come on your good enough that you could stay up."
"If you want an audience I'll come watch you, I have something I need to finish before classes start tomorrow."
"Alright meet me down here at 5:30."
And that's where I left him staring out of the window, it wouldn't at all surprise me if he got his broom and went out there for a late night fly.
I ran up the stairs into my room, throwing myself onto my bed, my roommates were sitting around waiting for me
"What's the heartthrob up to?" Mallory asked from across the room, she's loved Oliver for as long as I can remember, I think that's half the reason she hangs out with me.
"He is currently staring longingly towards the pitch as if he'll never fly again." I say dramatically
"cuz he probably hasn't been on a broom in what 3 days?" Katie asked, she was currently crashing the room, her and Alecia, they were both the year below us, so consequently had a different room.
"They went flying yesterday, him and the dad's, mine included, and get this him and Ryan spent quality time together yesterday," whoops they don't know about me and Ryan.
"As in Ryan Wood, the same Ryan Wood, that he got into a fist fight with." Angelina asked
"They never actually came to blows, but yes that Ryan."
Traci sat up "And what happened?"
"Nothing that I know of. I'm going to bed it's late it's been a very long day." I rolled over and hugged my pillow "See you in the morning."
No sooner had I closed my eyes that I felt someone tapping me on the shoulder. I thought maybe if I ignored it maybe they would go away
"Get up the heartthrob is waiting for you at the bottom of the stairs." it was Mallory
Dammit why had I promised to go watch him? Oh ya because if he fell I wanted to make sure he didn't lay on the field all day. I got up, pulling on the clothes from the day before, and bouncing down the stairs two at a time, books in tow.
"Is my biggest fan ready to watch me work"
"I'm sorry I didn't realize your mother would be joining us."
"You are just so funny, maybe you should write a book or something," he said pushing me towards the portrait
The walk out to pitch isn't very long, but the dew covered ground was making it difficult to stay up right. There were many times when Oliver had to catch my arm before I landed on my ass.
As we entered the he pitch he mounted his broom, and I walked up into the stands, trying to maintain my balance. I had fallen down a set of bleachers as a child, and believe me the aftermath is not fun. I mean my body can easily heal itself now, but as a child I had to get muggle stitches, which your supposed to leave in for 6 days, mine healed in 4 hours, without a scar.
I sat down on the bleachers and watched Oliver disappear through the clouds, as I sat down in between the seat part of the bleachers, propping my books up, on the ledge. I had promised Dumbledore, that I would write an essay on my unusual gift, or curse depending on how you looked at it.
Bam
A quaffle hit the bleachers next to where I was sitting.
"Throw it back."
"Mine now."
He swooped in low over my head, reaching for it. With all my might I threw it out into the middle of the field forcing him to chase after it.
I went back to my essay, I'd been working with Dumbledoor privately since Snape had discovered what I could do. And after all that time, I still wasn't able to fully control it, however I was now able to channel it so that I could heal others. Which came in handy the other night, I don't know how he could stand that much pain.
I looked up; he was nowhere to be seen.
"Oliver?" I shouted over the pitch getting no response "Oliver?"
I ran down the bleachers to look out over the pitch, not seeing a body on the ground.
"Oliver where the hell are you? This isn't funny," I shouted up at the sky
Off in the distance I could hear other people talking, I shoved my stuff into my bag and ran down the stairs leading out onto the pitch
"OLIVER"
I could hear laughter coming from by the locker room. I recognized that voice, Flint goddamn. I break into a run, rounding the corner just in time to see Flint's fist connect with Oliver's face.
"What the hell are you doing?" I yelled