duckee.duchess: Well... there had to be a kissing scene somewhere... it felt kinda weird writing that part, though, lol... OED!

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Chapter Seventeen

"Dementors aren't supposed to take sides, sir," Oliver said, still in the Hospital Wing.

"Well, somehow, He got them," Tristan said darkly.

"Yes, Tristan, somehow..." Dumbledore said thoughtfully.

"Oliver... you're up!" Christina came to the bedside and hugged him tightly.

"Ah, ah, my back," Oliver groaned. Christina smiled and kissed his cheek. "So... when can I get out of here? Who's been filling in for my teaching?"

"Marcus has. All flying lessons were cancelled and you can 'get out of here' any time you want, Wood." At this, Marcus came into the Hospital Wing with Ginny, talking quite loudly about Quidditch.

"Oh, come on. The Cannons can beat Puddlemere any day," Ginny said.

"Please. Puddlemere can - hey, Wood's up! Muh-ha-ha, Gin, he heard you diss Puddlemere."

"That was the worst and most pathetic evil laugh I have ever heard, Marcus. How are you feeling, Oliver?" Oliver shrugged.

"Better, I guess. My back's killing me, though. Thanks, Flint, for filling in." Marcus waved it away with his hand.

"Least I could do after you helped me and my sister." Dumbledore chuckled.

"That is what first caught my attention."

"...Huh?" Christina was clearly confused. Dumbledore merely smiled and left the Wing.

"I was always wondering why you and Oliver were such good friends now. Mind telling us what happened?" Jacob suddenly asked, causing everyone to jump. "What? I was awake the whole time." Oliver and Marcus laughed.

"Well, it was about... was it the end of our last year or in the Summer?" Marcus asked while rubbing his chin.

"During the Summer, I think..."

"Ella, come back!" Marcus called after his little sister. Ella, only seven, giggled and ran up farther into the woods. She was one of the few children Marcus could tollerate."ELLA! Stay where you are!"

"You have to catch me, Marcus!" came her high-pitched squeal. Marcus sighed and jogged after her. Soon, everything grew dark and Marcus couldn't see around him. He took out his wand.

"Lumos maxima!" Instantly, everything brightened for about ten seconds, then went dark again. It gave Marcus enough time to look where he was. There was a sudden scream. "ELLA!" Marcus started running blindly through the forest, occasionally stumbling over roots or rocks. "Lumos maxima!" There was a figure in front of him. He ran into it and both went sprawling across the floor. "Wood?" Then it went dark again.

"Lumos. Flint. What are you-" Another scream split through the air. "Nox."

"No, keep your wand lit. Lumos! Ella, where are you?"

"Lumos. Who's Ella?"

"My little sister. She ran from me."

"What are you doing in Scotland?"

"We're in bloody Scotland? What the fuck?" Another scream. "Okay, shut up. I need to find her." Both of the teenagers picked themselves up off the floor and made their way through the forest.

"Shh!" Oliver hissed. "Look. Look over in that clearing. I know these trees like the back of my hand. No - other way. Look." Marcus' eyes opened wide.

"Ella..."

"No!" Oliver grabbed the back of Marcus' sweater and pulled him back. "Look. That's a Death Eater."

"I know that guy. One of my dad's friends. He'll help us."

"No, he won't! Look, he's pointing a wand at her."

"He wouldn't hurt her."

"Yes, he would. Just stop for a second, okay? Death Eaters will hurt anything in their path. They're like tornadoes. He's here for a reason. Nox."

"What are you doing?"

"He can see the light from the wand. Nox it."

"...I can't believe I'm taking sides with a Gryffindor."

"And I can't believe I'm helping a Flint. Do you want to help your sister or not?"

"Damn you and your Gryffindor nobleness. Nox."

"Okay, hold on to my shoulder."

"What? Are you insane?"

"You heard me. Just do it, I'll guide you closer to them. Watch your feet. Try not to make a sound." There was another shrill scream. "Don't move." Both Oliver and Marcus stayed still, then started walking again as soon as it was quiet. "Okay, we're close enough. Grab your sister while I grab the Death Eater's... er, I think his name is Dolohov?"

"Yeah, it's Dolohov."

"Okay, get your sister while I make a distraction. STUPIFY!" It hit Dolohov square in the chest. Marcus bolted from the bushes to his siter, picked her up and ran back as Oliver made himself seen.

"Ah, young Mister Wood..." Dolohov sneered. "I was just heading to your father's house."

"Oh, were you? Yeah, he's not home."

"You know, for a young boy, you sure like to talk bullshit."

"Yeah, I get it from my dad. Relashio!"

"Protege! Ah, so Mister Wood knows how to play..."

"Shut up."

"Would you like to know how your mum looked right after I killed her?"

"SHUT UP!" Oliver felt a hand on his shoulder and looked beside him. Marcus Flint stood there with his wand pointing at Dolohov.

"Marcus?"

"Dolohov."

"Don't tell me you're taking sides with him. He's against everything your family stands for."

"No one points a wand at my sister without having to answer to me."

"Oh, was that Ella? I thought that was Wood's little sister."

"You bastard. None of my sisters are that young," Oliver said calmly. "The youngest is eleven."

"Is that how young Katy is?"

"Stop stalking members of my family, Dolohov. Stop stalking Megan, especially. Leave them all alone."

"Oh, I don't stalk them..."

"Bullshit! Crucio!"

"WOOD!" Marcus slapped Oliver's wand out of his hand. "You used a forbidden curse!" Dolohov was on the ground now. Oliver was breathing heavily with his wrist being held by Marcus.

"He used one on my mother, I used one on him. I watched her die, Marcus. I'm putting this one in a grave or in Azkaban. Give me my wand." Hesitantly, Marcus reached down on the ground and picked up his rival's wand.

"Get a hold of yourself, Wood." He handed Oliver his wand and slowly let go of his wrist.

"Avada Kedavra!"

"Watch it!" Oliver ducked and pushed Marcus out of the way. "Petrificus totalus!" It came unexpected to Dolohov. His hands snapped to his sides and his legs snapped together. He fell down to the ground witha loud thud. Oliver stood up straight and walked over to the petrified form. "Dolohov, I could kill you now but I won't." Marcus walked up to Oliver.

"Azkaban?" he inquired. Oliver nodded his head.

"Help me pick him up. Where's Ella?" Marcus called out her name and the little girl walked out from the bushes with tears streaming down her face. She ran to both of the boys and held them both in a hug. She only reached Marcus' hips and Oliver's stomach. She murmured her thanks and went to Oliver. He smiled, picked her up and laughed softly as she planted a small kiss on his cheek.

"Lovely sister you have, Marcus," Oliver said, handing the girl to her brother.

"She likes you. You called me Marcus, Oliver."

"You called me Oliver, Marcus. Come on, let's bring this bastard in."

"Oh, whoa, watch the language. Minor here."

Oliver and Marcus finished telling their story with a satisfyed smile plastered onto their faces.

"And that was basically how it started," Marcus said and sunk down into the chair where Tristan had sat.

"That's pretty cool," Jacob said, who had eagerly been on the edge of his seat throughout the whole story. "My cousin's basically a hero." Oliver laughed and shook his head.

"You never told me 'bout that," Tristan said. Oliver shrugged.

"You know how dad would have gotten. He would have wanted me to be an auror after that."

"That would have been good, right?"

"No, you know how I wanted to be a Quidditch Pro. Now I'm a teacher." Tristan smiled.

"Hey, whatever floats your rubber dick."

"I resent that, and that was what, eighteen years ago?"

"Still pretty funny."

"I want to hear that story next," Christina said with a smirk.

"You don't want to," Oliver said and wrapped his arm around her.

"Yes I do."

"No, trust me, you don't," Tristan laughed. "I have an itch to tell everyone here, but Oliver's got me blackmailed." Oliver smirked and kicked Tristan off the side of his bed.

"What time is it?" Oliver asked, looking around for a clock.

"Uh... seven fifteen. You've been out for four days."

"It's official. I hate Dementors."