By Emelinee

"Bring your own beverage"

Oliver Wood has changed. He is no longer the sweet innocent Scottie that we all grew to love. Here, Oliver has faced more than one hardships. Watch him as he struggles loosing battles with his mother, his best mate and the love of his life. Will anyone be able to help him? Warning for use of drugs, mild swearing and adult content. No sexual activity.

Disclaimer: The idea of the main characters parents were a creation of Hovizi of Oliver Wood, Katie Bell and all other Harry Potter characters and plots belong to J.K. Rowling and unfortunately… not me.

A/N: I like this chapter. It' s a bit angsty but more stuff is revealed. Oh, and I was listening System of a Down's "Chop Suey" when I wrote the part after Katie tells Oliver her secret. It helps. ;) So, ya! Please enjoy and review review review review review! Loversa!

I believe that it is Oliver and Percy are in 7th year, Roger Davies and Cedric Diggory are 6th year, Angelina, Alicia and the twins are 5th year, Katie's 4th year (sadly) and Harry is a 3rd year. Just for clarification—well mine, anyway. Gracias!

Go, Brandi, go, Brandi, GO GO GO! Haha, I love my lil BETAer. Muah!

We kept walking a little way, unsure of where we were going. I glanced at Katie to see that she was looking a little nervous, something that Katie almost never was. She was messing with her fingers and she had a worried expression on her face. I was starting to be concern for her. Did she do something wrong?

"How was your summer, Kates," I said, trying to sound casual.

Katie's unusual nervousness was starting to freak me out. We had been friends ever since she came in her First Year. In that time, we have grown so close that I didn't think it would be possible. When I first met her, she had come to the Quidditch tryouts. My first impression was that this girl has spunk for playing Quidditch, that mostly being one of the main reasons why I befriended her as much as I did. All the other girls that I had met had been too girly and frilly and didn't even know what Quidditch was. Katie was different.

We grew closer as we would sit and talk for hours about Quidditch and everything in general. These talks evolved into sporadic heart-felt talks and we both grew to trust each other. I would confide almost anything in Katie and I trust her to do the same thing. That is why we are in this predicament here. I know she'll tell me anything. I'm always the first to know. But sometimes, when it's bad, I usually don't want to know. Of course, there is always the fact that I have to tell her things too.

"It was okay," she said with a little smile. "How was yours? Is your mum doing any better?"

"Er…" I started, unsure of what I should say. "Well, mum hasn't change at all, as usual. But, do you know my friend Dreyus?"

"Of course," she said. "I hung out with you guys earlier this summer. And I met him like two summers back, remember?"

I nodded. Of course I remembered. The three of us had just hung out for two weeks straight in our little flats. It had been the most fun that I had had all year. Dreyus and I had even gotten Katie drunk for the first time in her life.

I smiled at her. "Yeah, him. Well, it turns out, like two weeks before we had to come back, that, well, he…er—"

She frowned. "What did he do? You can tell me anything, Oliver."

Her voice was solemn and I realized for the first time since the incident that I dearly needed someone to talk to. I sighed, hoping for my dear life that I wouldn't become too emotional.

"He killed a man." It was blunt and harsh but it was the only way that I could say it.

I wasn't sure how to respond to Katie's reaction. She simply froze. I didn't know what to say or do and I just stared at the floor, unnerved. Without any warning, Katie launched herself at me and hugged me.

It felt so good to have my favorite girl back in my arms. It felt like such a long time. I held her tight, knowing that this was a hug that we both needed, for whatever her reason was. I knew that she had liked Dreyus. I had figured that he would come off as scaring Katie, but she handled it well and the three of us became extremely tight.

Something swelled in my chest and I became confused. I realized that I missed Dreyus, the only man who had understood me. The stiffness in my chest seemed to slowly die down when Katie pulled me tighter to her warm body. She must have felt it and I knew that she was going through the same reaction.

Perking my ears a little, I heard that she was crying.

Being the man that I was I scoop her into a bigger hug, almost cradling her. She was hurting. I didn't know what she was about to tell me but I do know that this must have been hard on her. I was almost regretting telling her now, but I was relieved that it was out.

"You okay?" I asked softly once her tears had died down.

She nodded but I still held her. I was apprehensive; I wanted to know what she was going to tell me.

"What's going to happen to him?" she asked, sniffling.

"He has to spend three years hard time and then he has another trial," I explained, sadly. "Hopefully, he'll be on parole and I can visit him again."

"Well, you can always visit him in jail, right?" asked Katie.

I smirked. "Yeah. You'll come with me, won't you?"

She stared at me hard for moment. I don't think that it was the question that she was pondering but what it meant.

"Of course, if that's what you want."

It was.

I decided to break the ice. "Did you need to tell me something?"

She visibly stiffened but I knew that she was going to have to get out sometime.

"Yeah, but I wished I didn't," she said.

I snorted. Didn't we all?

"Just say it," I said, comfortably. She must have understood because I did just that.

"Well, it's not as bad as yours, really," she said, removing her small body from mine. "It's just that I don't think you'll like it."

I frowned at this. When did she need my approval for something?

"I'll understand," I assured her.

"Well, I got a boyfriend," she said, looking at anywhere but me.

I grinned. "Finally! Who is it?"

She didn't seem at all excited for the fact that I was fine with her having a boyfriend. That was supposed to be a good thing, right? Wait, is she pregnant or something?

"Uh, well, it's Roger Davies."

"Well, congrats for you, I—"

I froze.

Wait… what?

I was shocked. No, I was in shock. I couldn't move and I didn't know what to say. Who? Roger Davies? The Roger Davies… no way. How could he ever do something like that? If he threatened her then I'll—"

"And I asked him, Oliver," she explained quickly, noticing the look in my eyes. She looked around fervently. "We had been hanging out after I went over to your house and… and we went to-to the, ya know, a couple Quidditch games and such and he's really a good guy. I mean, he's smart and intelligent and he knows how to handle a girl so you shouldn't be worried about that…"

She trailed off as I continued to glare at the wall. I was furious. Katie understood my animosity toward the opposing Quidditch captain. I suppose that it was just interhousal rivalries, like I am with Marcus Flint and Cedric Diggory. It's my inner competitiveness for Quidditch that thrusts me into an unwanted hatred and animosity only to achieve the one single goal: the Quidditch Cup!

Suddenly, I was mad. I didn't feel like talking to Katie, who was best friend in the whole world. My frustration seemed to peak at that moment and I angrily turned away from her and marched blindly in the opposite direction. I felt as if my whole world was crumbling around me and I shut out Katie, who was yelling after me.

My emotions were all in a tangle and I wasn't sure what I could believe. I had trusted Katie with my heart and you'd that she'd at least come over some time after our visits to tell me about this stupid newfound relationship. I was ready to tear Roger Davies into millions of tiny little shreds. She was mine, not Rogers! I was infuriated that she actually liked him. I mean, sure he's handsome like all the girls say, but isn't he a snob or something? No, he's pretty much perfect. Well, you'd think that I'm the same as him, right? I'm smart, athletic, and handsome.

How come Katie didn't like me?

Next thing I knew I had smashed into the wall and was lying flat on my bum. And you know what? I think Marcus Flint is laughing at me.

My brain didn't seem to register what I had said before I ran into the wall.

For the second time within only five minutes, my world was falling. I was blind at that moment. I didn't know what I was doing or what happened. The rage that had been suppressed in me for so long had finally found a way to let out. Whether it was really because of Katie being with Roger or because of Dreyus or even my resentment and frustrations toward those Deatheaters who ruined my family, it didn't matter. My anger finally found a reason to express itself and show the world was Oliver Wood was made off. And I wasn't about to stop it.

I stopped for a moment, which happened to be very uncomfortable. I was mid-way getting up from my fallen position. But this awkward position didn't stop me.

What was I going to do? I think I half-expected myself to go blind with rage and tear up half the scho—er, train. I literally did feel like walking up to Roger Davies and ripping him limb from limb. All the frustration with Dreyus and my mother, Katie and how I've like since last year when we had a celebratory Quidditch team lake party and she looked dazzling. Marcus Flint and big, laughing teeth didn't help the situation in the slightest and I was confused.

I suppose that I was half filled with undeniable rage. The other half of me was sad. I had wanted Katie to be mine since a year ago, and probably before that, when I saw her as the most beautiful thing alive. I hadn't been able to stop thinking about her like that. I knew that I didn't dare tell her because it would have ruined the friendship that we have. But this changes everything, doesn't it. The fact that Katie is three years younger than I changed everything alone. But now that she's realized that guys can actually be nice and sweet and not just something that tries to beat you up on the Quidditch pitch, I think that even if I do get with her, she'll be pining after all the guys in the school once I graduate. There wasn't any other way around it. I was just going to have to let Katie do her thing until she graduates, find her, and desperately hope that she's remained single so that I can snatch her.

I had gotten up and I didn't even know it. I looked around to see Flint and his band of hoboes laughing their asses off at me. I didn't care. I craned my neck to see half of the Hogwarts population returning back into their compartments, obviously wondering what that large sound had been.

Yep, just me! Good old, Oliver Wood. The oaf who is fat, ugly and dreadfully clumsy. And stupid, did I mention stupid, too? I sighed and turned dejectedly around, ignoring Flint. I was at a loss of what to do. I prayed that Davies wouldn't show up or I'd do something incredibly rash at that moment.

"Where you going, Wood?" heckled a voice from behind me. I recognized it immediately. There was only one voice as hideous as that. "I thought your bum was too sore to walk?"

Howling laughter erupted from behind me. Honestly, I didn't think that that joke was very funny. They were probably getting paid or something.

I snorted. I definitely didn't feel like messing with Flint. I was angry and I knew that even if I tried to blindly fight him, I'd still end up half broken. I mean, it's not like I'm a bad fighter, I just… well, okay I suck, or so I've been told.

"Piss off, Flint," I retorted. I didn't even bother turning around to know that his ugly face had contorted into his game face. I'm pretty sure he was expected a challenge or some sort of retaliation, but this just delighted him even more. Not only will be able to bag on me, but he might also get to physically abuse me and degrade me. Oh, joy.

"What's wrong, Wood?" for once, he actually sounded sympathetic. "Did lil ol' Katie Bell send you all up in a huff?"

Howling laughter erupted from behind me. Again. I turned around to face my opponent and there I decided I would be the better man.

"No, Flint, I'm fine, thank you very much," I responded, and for a strange reason feeling extraordinarily tired. "But I'm so sure that you don't feel so fine, now do you? You need to take that pole out of your ass before anything else."

Flint chuckled. "That joke is older than my grandmother."

"Funny. I thought she had your little mum when she was only twelve."

I knew that I had stepped over the line from harmless old school jokes to messing with Flint mom. Without any warning, the big bulk of a man lunged at me.

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A/N: please review! Chapter 4 is almost done and I know that you don't like cliffhangers. ;-)

Thank you hovizi!

Emelie