A/N: Up until now, I've been having everything from Ginger's view. Starting now, I'm going to try and get into Oliver's psyche and get up to the voyage to Hogwarts from his point of view. Here goes nothing.

Chapter Four: Oliver's Seventh Year Melancholy

It was the day before I would be on my way back to Hogwarts. This year would be my last year there. I had to make the Quidditch season count.

I sighed and glanced at the only picture on my wall (that wasn't of a professional team). Granted now we had Potter. But Potter was definitely not Bensington. She was the best Seeker we'd ever had.

In the picture, we were standing next to each other. Our team had just won the Quidditch Cup. Of course, it was all because of Bensington's speed and her determination to beat Marcus Flint. God, how she had hated that git!

I rubbed my temples. She hadn't been there my fifth year. She had just mysteriously up and left. That's when we got Potter. He was a great player, but he just wasn't Bensington.

I turned out my light, and climbed into my bed, seeing as how I just became unbearably depressed. The moon shone in the window onto the old photograph. I could have sworn as I fell asleep Bensington winked at me and blew me a kiss. But I was almost asleep.

*****

"Bye, Mum. Bye, Dad. See you in the summer." I was leaning out the window of my compartment on the Hogwarts Express. I was sharing it with Katie Bell and Angelina Johnson. Fred and George Weasley would be joining us later, after they wreaked havoc on the first years.

I sat in the seat next to Katie and went over some of the plays I had devised for the team to practice. I became very enthralled in the project. Too enthralled, as a matter of fact, because when Fred and George entered, I jumped in surprise and dropped all my papers.

"Damn it." I bent over to pick them up.

"Sorry, Wood," Fred looked at me apologetically. At least I think it was Fred.

"Don't worry about it." I looked across the compartment and saw Katie and Angelina looking at something, giggling. "What are the two of you sniggering at?"

"Uh?" Katie looked at me, guilt written all over her face. Angelina just giggled some more.

"Hand it over." I held out my hand for the item. Katie handed it to me and stared at the floor. It was the picture of myself with Bensington. "Where..?"

"It was on the floor. You dropped it." Katie looked at Angelina, who nodded encouragingly. "Do you fancy her, Wood?"

"What?! Don't be absurd!" I scoffed at her, but when I looked at the girl in the photo, I couldn't help but grin.

"Yeah, we believe you, then." Angelina rolled her eyes and went back to her issue of Witch Weekly. Katie went back to reading over her shoulder and the twins were laughing as they set up their next prank.

I shook my head in disbelief. Then I stared out the compartment. A girl with dark brown hair ran by. I rubbed my eyes. It looked just like Bensington.

I looked back out of the small window. Marcus Flint strolled slowly by. Before he'd vacated the window's area, he noticed me and waved. I nodded cordially back and went back to my Quidditch plays.

*****

I was the first person off of the train. That has its advantages. I climbed into a carriage and put my plans in my robes.

I was about to drift to sleep when Katie and Angelina climbed in.

"Oy, Wood. Is it really that boring being back?" Katie grinned at me.

"I guess it is." I closed my eyes again.

"Bensington, wait up!"

My eyes jerked open. It sounded just like Marcus Flint. I leaned out the window and the carriage began to move. I peered around, but I didn't see her. I just shrugged, assumed I was losing it and leaned back into the vehicle.

A/N: I know this is short, but it's kind of a small filler to kind of set up for Oliver's reaction to Ginger being back. Read the next chapter for the reasoning behind the House sorting. ~Nellie~