Chapter Twenty-Four

"Don't talk to me, don't touch me, just tell me what to do, Wood," Christina said as she walked into Hagrid's Hut to get supplies for the Forbidden Forest. Oliver held onto his heart.

"Ouch."

"Shut up. What do we do?"

"Well..." Oliver gripped onto a corssbow hanging from Hagrid's wall. "We... are going werewolf hunting. Hagrid said that there are quite a few in the Forest now, don't ask me how."

"They require silver bullets to be slain."

"Which is why we have silver-tipped arrows, Riddle. Now, then, the werewolves? Leave 'em to me. Your job is to locate them. Don't look at me like that, I'm not enjoying this either."

"Bet you're hoping this would be with Ar-i-el..."

"Just drop it, all right? Fricken' Marcus told you everything already but you aren't exactly the forgiving type, no, are you?"

"Nope."

"Look, let's just get this over with."

"Yuck, there's mud everywhere," Christina muttered. Oliver rolled his eyes. She's just trying to make this hard for me. "Ooh! One over there!"

"Shut up!" Oliver whispered sharply and pulled her hand down, along with the rest of her body.

"Ow," she said and rubbed her elbow.

"Look, grab this end of the crossbow, then grab this one. Pull back on the string as far back as you can, aim, fire. SHIT, WAIT!" Oliver slapped the crossbow down, just as Christina let go of the string.

"What?" she hissed. The werewolf was gone.

"Stay here." Oliver crept up to where the werewolf was seen last, looking left to right and was tackled by the werewolf. "Lupin! Take a hold of yourself!" Oliver wrestled Remus Lupin off of him and jumped up, running away from Christina to lead Lupin. "DON'T SHOOT HIM!" With amazing accuracy, Oliver threw a small pebble in the way of the arrow and took it off course. "AaaAAhhhHH!" Oliver turned around a tree and, to his luck, clouds came over the moon. The werewolf shuddered, closed his eyes and went back to normal.

"Sorry, Wood," Lupin said feebishly.

"That's okay, but I've got a student in here with me. Get to the Shrieking Shack."

"Why do you have a bloody student? You know that I practically live here, now."

"Yeah, but this is her detention. Me and her don't exactly get along at the moment."

"...Wood, run." Oliver stepped back away from his friend as he began to change again. Just then, another werewolf swooped down from a tree and landed in front of Oliver, then another. With his last bit of will, Lupin pushed the two werewolves out of the way, giving Oliver a chance to run. He bolted down deeper into the Forest with Christina following him far to his right.

Oliver's PoV

"Three... three fucking werewolves... just my luck..." I muttered as I looked over my shoulder. "SHRIEKING SHACK!" I snapped, hoping the message would get to the man of Lupin's brain. "Nope..." I said quietly as he kept on running. There was a loud 'woosh' and a thud. I looked over my shoulder to find that one of the werewolves were down, and thank the heavens above it wasn't Lupin.

"The one to my left, Chris!" I shouted.

"Why can't I shoot the other one?" she yelled back. "AND DON'T USE MY NICK NAME, WOOD!"

"Just don't shoot the other one!" Woosh, thud. "Nice shot!" I stopped running.

"Wood, are you insane?"

"I hope not," I said quietly and jumped amazingly high, don't ask me how. I landed on the mass of fur on Lupin and started shouting things into his ear. "YOU'RE HUMAN, LUPIN! CHANGE BACK!" In response, he grabbed me by the ankles and held me upside down. "Ah!" Compared to him, I was a flea on a dog. "Chris, put, the bow, DOWN!"

"I won't miss!"

"I KNOW YOU WON'T! That's why I don't want you to shoot!"

"I'm not aiming for you!"

"I know! Shit! I said don't shoot! And you missed!"

"You never said don't shoot, I put the bow down!"

"NEVER RELEASE THE STRING LIKE THAT! AHHH!" I shieled my face from the branches and twigs of a large oak tree as Lupin carried me to the top. "Lupin," I whispered hoarsely. "Don't. Drop me." He looked at me, as if he could understand me, then he slowly began to change back to human. Unfortunately, I'm one-hundred ninety pounds and Lupin is an old fart. He lost his grip and I fell down onto one branch.

"Sorry," he said feebishly, yet again.

"Get the hell out of here," I whispered fiercely. He nodded his head and looked for a way to get down. I rolled my eyes and took out my wand. "Wingardium Leviosa." I levitated him to the ground and watched him run off to the Whomping Willow. "Ooh, shit. GRAWP DON'T TOUCH ME!" Grawp picked me up by the collar and inspected me before laughing like a drunk. Grawp is Hagrid's "LITTLE" brother. Little, my ass.

"Ollie," he said while poking me with his insanely large finger.

"Yes, it's Ollie. CAN! YOU! BRING! ME! AND! MY! ...STUDENT! OUT! OF! THE! FOREST, GRAWP?"

"Penis."

"...I'm going to kill Ron. CHRIS! GET OVER HERE!"

"Wood, there's a GIANT PICKING YOU UP!" she screamed.

"SHUP!" I tried yelling 'shut up', but here's the thing. If I'm not on a broom and more than ten feet up in the air, I tend to piss myself now-and-then because I'm bloody scared of heights. "I'm aware of that, Riddle, now come on, he'll bring us back."

"I can't believe I pissed myself," I muttered as we walked back to Gryffindor Tower. Christina was still holding in her laughter. "Oh, shut up."

"Night, Riddle. Classes tomorrow and it's past curfew."

"Yeah." We stood in the middle of the Common Room for a little bit, looking around and avoiding each other's eyes. Why am I such an idiot?

"Anyway... night."

"Night." We stood yet again.

"What, are you going to move?" We snapped at the same time. We took a step back from each other simultaniously.

"Well, are you?" I asked.

"I don't plan to any time soon."

"Good night, then."

"Night." We didn't move, or I didn't move. "Good niii-iight, Wood." Christina pushed me towards the stairscase.

"Wait a minute, what are you doing?" Just then, the portrait swung open and a panting Blaise ran in. "Ah, I see. Good night, then, Riddle." She turned beat red and muttered something under her breath. I don't know why, but I laughed. I laughed like a mad man. Maybe I was going insane, I don't know, but I went up to bed, anyway.

Diary Time With OLIVER!

Ta-da! Wow. I haven't written in a long time, basically because I don't want to write about anything. But WOW! Down in the Common Room, I can hear Zambini and Chris yelling at each other. Ooh, there was a crash and a thud. They're yelling about me, you see, which is why it's so amusing. Be right back, they're going to wake up all of Gryffindor.

...I'm back and with a black eye. Fricken' Christina. Do you like my new style? I'm trying my best no to swear since my daddy wanted me and Tristan to give up swearing for Lent. I figured I should start early. ANYWAY... sigh. It's quiet here now. No one is coming up to rip a page out of my diary or start writing all over.

Think again, Wood.

GASP! OH MY LORD! IT'S ARIEL-THE BITACH-KRITON! OH, WHAT WOULD CHRISTINA THINK? THE HORROR! STAY AWAY FROM ME!

Wth is a bitach?

What the hell is wth?

You are so immature. I am not going to even answer that.

And you are a fricken' bitach. Now, LEAVE before Christina thinks the wrong thing! Ooh, yay, Marcus is here!

...Wood, was that Kriton that just left?

Yes. Shut up. Don't talk. Don't open your mouth. No, stop. You don't deserve to talk. Shut up, Marcus. No. You don't get it!

Ouch! Why are your pants wet? Detention with Christina go that bad?

Yes. I was picked up by Grawp and you know what happens.

Blech. And Christina was there?

Yes and she started to laugh when we came back!

Snickers

Oh, shut up.

Aah, funny. So, why exactly is Zambini in the Common Room, throwing stuff at Christina?

I don't know. I just figured he was here to snog then BAM! I have a black-fricken-eye!

That's great.

No, it's not. Be right back, I'm going to change.

Hehe, now that Wood is gone, I can write nasty things about him. He's a bastard. He pees his pants. He got dumped by his girlfriend before. GIRLFRIEND! Mahahahaha! Funny. Cough. Yeah. Megan's hot. Seriously. I'm scared to ask her out on account of what Wood would do to me. Oliver and Tirstan. They're both scary. Scary-looking. BAHAHAHA!

...Marcus just threw my book at me. I hate him. I really do. Tee hee, Zambini just left. I ahte him too. I hate his brother and his uncle as well. Especially his uncle, the pedophile dumb-butt. He bumped into my sister and touched her arm. Rawr.