duckee.duchess: Well, yeah, Jacob is supposed to be hot. Picture this: A better-looking Justin C (but caucasion and no glasses), taller, tan skin, light brown hair and built. HOT, RIGHT!

If any of you were wondering why I'm centering this on Oliver and not so much on Christina, it's because Oliver's character is more interesting and more happens to him than to Chris. It's different from a boy's Point of View. I'm not a boy, though...

Chapter Eleven

The next day in the Great Hall, Oliver sat down at the Gryffindor table yet again, holding Christina's hand underneath the table.

"I have potions first," she whined.

"Don't worry, you have me at eleven," Oliver said and squeezed her hand.

"Yeah, but Professor Binns after lunch."

"But you have flying at one forty-five."

"That's with Marcus, though."

"Well, there's always your Charms class at two-thirty..."

"Did you memorize my schedule, or something, Oliver?" Christina laughed. Oliver smiled.

"Chris, I made your schedule."

Wood,

Order of the Pheonix meeting in Dumbledore's office at lunch. Tell Potter, the two Weasleys, Granger, Lovegood and Longbottom, as well as your cousin. Burn this letter in the Common Room at your break.

Minerva McGonagall, Deputy Headmistress of Hogwarts.

Oliver crumpled the note in his hand, remembering how he became part of the Order. He had been visiting the Weasleys when "Mad Eye" Moody, Lupin, Tonks and Shacklebolt apparated into the Burrow. He had accidentally stepped into one of their meetings. Dumbledore had asked him to join the ranks of the Order and he accepted.

Oliver looked up from his desk and to Luna Lovegood, who was quietly working on her essay about werewolves.

"Lovegood," he called. Luna's head perked up and she walked up to Oliver's desk.

"Yes, professor?"

"Don't call me that." Oliver leaned in closer to whisper. "Order meeting at lunch. Dumbledore's office." Luna nodded her head and went back to her desk.

"Garner, Weasley, Wood," Oliver called in his next class. Christina, Ginny and Jacob all rose from their seats and Oliver gave them the same message. At break time in the Common Room, Oliver told Harry, Hermione, Neville and Ron, then burnt the letter in the fire.

"What're you doing for lunch?" Christina asked and sat down beside Oliver.

"I have a meeting," Oliver replied. "It's probably only going to run for about fifteen minutes, though," he added. Being the only ones in the Common Room, they were allowed to show their affection for each other, so Christina stood up and gave Oliver a quick kiss on the lips.

"Break's over," she said. Oliver groaned, stood up and walked back to his classroom at 11:40. On mondays, DADA was the shortest class, variying between fifteen minutes to forty minutes long. He had second year Gryffindor and Slytherin next and was supposed to teach them about boggarts.

"Alright, class, everyone gather 'round," Oliver ordered as he strode into the room. He took out his wand and faced the class. "Can anyone tell me what is in this chest?" he asked and lightly kicked a wooden chest. It shook viciously, making the girls shriek and boys hold their breaths.

"That's a boggart!" Euan Abercrombie said.

"Very good. Five points to Gryffindor." Euan exchanged high-fives with Dennis Creevy. "Can anyone tell me what a boggart is? Yes, miss Zellar."

"A boggart takes shape of your greatest fear," Rose Zellar said.

"Excellent. Five points to Hufflepuff. Without your wands, I want you all to repeat after me: Riddikulus." All the students repeated him with scattered voices.

"RIDDIKULUS!" Dennis Creevy shouted. Oliver shook his head.

"Not too loud, Creevy. Okay, you don't need any particular wand movement, so who wants to go first? Okay, fine, Creevy." Dennis squealed for joy and pushed everyone out of his way. He stood at the middle of the room with his wand out. Oliver tried extremely hard not to laugh as he saw Dennis take a pose.

"I'm ready," he said. Oliver nodded his head, counted to three and let the boggart out. It took a look at Dennis and changed into water. Dennis shrieked and yelled out Riddikulus. It changed into mud and splattered on everyone. Wow, this kid has a real weird... Oliver, stop, they're your students... The Creevy brothers are mental... remind me to try and stay away from them...

(Oliver)

"Do any of you know why you have been called here today?" McGonagall asked. Dumbledore stood beside her patiently, his eyes looking at me in particular. Snape was beside him.

"No," we all said. I was seated beside Hermione and Neville and diagonal from Ron.

"Potter, do you?" McGonagall asked. Harry hesitated for a second, then nodded his head.

"What's going on?" I wondered.

"It's about Miss Garner," Dumbledore said, still looking at me. It was a scary look, like the look Quirrel gave me when I left the classroom to meet Harry. Scary, yeah?

"What about Christina?" Ginny and Jake asked before I could.

"As members of the Order, I want you five to do anything to make sure she doesn't wander off alone."

"Professor, what is it?" Luna urged.

"We found out today that Christina is not a muggle. She is, in fact, a quarter Witch."

"What?" I shrieked. "How can she be possibly partly Witch? We made sure she was a Muggle. Her bloody mother's a muggle."

"Her mother. That's the only person we've checked, and she's a muggle," Harry said. "Voldemort had a brother." Everyone but me, Dumbledore, Luna and Hermione gasped.

"DON'T USE HIS NAME, YOU FOOL!" Snape shouted.

"Severus, he is a student, and of my house. I will not tolerate you talking to any Gryffindors that way," I said smugly. Snape stared me down, then someone ran into the Office.

"Sorry I'm late!" Marcus panted. "Patil's been following me everywhere."

"So, who was Voldemort's brother?" I asked, ignoring everyone's gasps, shudders and Marcus' shove he gave me.

"Christina's father. Not a word to her."

"But - he's in-"

"Yes, we know, Wood. That is why we need to protect her. Her father is also a Death Eater and a high-ranking one at that. This is all you need to know for now. Miss Granger, please tell Professor Flint what we were talking back and Wood, stay back. I must talk to you. Severus, Minerva, you two are also dismissed. And remmeber, not a word to Miss Garner," Dumbledore said. I slowly stood up and walked over to him.

"Sir?" I asked, looking up. The guy was tall, man, like 6'10 or something.

"I am aware of you and Miss Garner having a... relationship..."

...How the hell does he do it?

"Wood, I know everything," he said with a knowing smile. "And I am going to let this one go by, but Miss Patil's obvious lust for Marcus must stop soon. What I wanted to tell you privately was that Voldemort is going to try and take Garner away. Make her a Death Eater of his own. I figured I should tell you this since you are... closest to her. You are dismissed." I stood there, with my mouth open.

"Dumbledore, I could know you for fifty years and you still won't cease to amaze me," I said before I pivoted on my heel and left. I heard him chuckle and begin talking to Fawkes, his pheonix.

I stalked back to the Great Hall, where the students from the Order were sitting at the Gryffindor Table. Even Luna and Marcus were sitting there, just laughing and having a good time. Christina was sitting beside Marcus. I walked up to them and tapped Marcus on the shoulder. He looked up, then scooted over to make space for me. He was the only person who knew about me and Chris, aside from Dumbledore. I took Chris' hand from under the table and gave it a squeeze. I was scared for her. She was a Riddle, and what would people do to her if anyone found out? What if Fudge found out, what if Crouch found out? So many things flying inside my head. So many things could happen to Chris.