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: AH! Anything can happen? What? I dunno! You just need to read—this! Haha. But a, yes I'm VERY extremely proud of this chapter. I don't really know why but I have a feeling that you'll like it too ;). PLEASE REVIEW! It really helps—all the authors out there know what I'm talking about. Um… so ya. Enjoy! Please do, I really like this chappie. Thanks!

The song belongs to THE CURE "Friday, I'm in love". Don't worry, it's not a songfic I just thought this song went with the scene at the end. It's all good and I DEFINETLY do NOT own that fabulous song. Uh, go the Cure? Lovas. Oh yes, I definetly think that My Chemical Romance's "Helena" goes to this big momma fight scene. Kinda like a slow motion big momma fight scene… ya know? I doubt it, but whatev. NOW, its lovas!

So, this chappie is titled "Ah, crap". Also known as "A slow motion big momma fight scene". Hmm... I might change it. I like it. Hee hee. Lovas!

I was desperately trying to think of a way out of this predicament. Of course, Flint didn't give me that much time. A fleeting thought floated through my mind, reminding me that I could always pretend to faint and hope that the troll would go away. But, the conscience part of my brain spoke up, you know that Flint will beat you up nonetheless.

So I was pretty much screwed.

Okay, to tell you the truth I was terrified, not that I showed it. Sure, Flint and I had battled it out before, but this time I was on an emotional teeter-totter. I just hoped that my rage would kick in just about now and not my sadness emotions so that I wouldn't start crying before Flint even touched me.

Now that I think about it, in that split second before Flint bashes me, my brain was moving pretty fast on that emotional teeter-totter of his.

Now, I truly had no time left to think.

Really.

I felt my left eye close on its own accord as Flint rammed me with his dirty left hook. Quickly, I elbowed him in the stomach. I took the advantage of when he was doubled over to drive my knee into his face. I'm glad to know that he cried out in pain. His nose gushed blood as he punched me in the gut. The wind had been completely knocked out of me and I felt my head spin. I was thrown to the floor and I couldn't get up.

I blindly felt as Flint grasped the hair on the back of my head and sent my face and beautiful nose smashing to the floor, again and again and again. He let me lay there for a few seconds as though he had finished me off. Don't worry, I was still conscience at this point. I wasn't about to let my pride down.

I stood up shakily and stared at Flint. I was going cross-eyed as I swerved back and forth on my heels, teetering to the nearby wall for a second. With a snap, I realized that my rage had kicked in. It's about time. I looked at Flint with an anger that I never knew I had possessed. I lunged for the mass and sent him toppling to the ground. Once he hit the ground, I grabbed him by the collar and began pummeling his face. Blood sprayed everywhere but I didn't care. All I care about was murdering this fucking Slytherin.

My hatred seemed to double as two or so—I wasn't sure how many—Slytherin arms grasped my arms and pulled me off of the beaten Quidditch captain. Next thing I knew, I was roughly shoved up against of the compartment doors and two of the other Slytherins had a go at me. I was struggling as hard as my virgin body would allow but it was too much. I felt my world getting blacker as each fist kept pummeling and pummeling me.

"BOYS! STOP IT THIS INSTANT! KEPT OFF HIM NOW! GO AWAY! STOP! STOP!"

The deep voice broke through the blackness and I felt all the men vanish from my side. I could hear their thunderous steps down the corridor as someone came rushing to my side. My legs gave out and I found myself on my knees just before I fell against the floorboards.

"Somebody get me the Head Boy and Head Girl! NOW!" the voice was too loud for my own beaten ears. They cut through the haze like a knife and the pain was almost unbearable. I didn't move though; I couldn't. I had no energy left and my limbs were as sore as night. My head was throbbing and I could taste the copper blood against my teeth.

The voice's hands were shifting me so that was on my back. I could feel the magic in the air and my delicate ears picked up the murmuring of healing spells that were being quickly cast. Feet came pounding down the corridor but I could not see a thing. It felt as if both my eyes were swollen shut. The sun suddenly vanished as someone was blocking it out and I just knew that there was a crowd surrounding me.

With an effort, I squinted open my eyes. I had been under a shadow and I now realized what it had been.

There she was, in all her glory, my Katie, standing like a beacon in the night—protecting me. I made much more of an effort to look at her and my lips hurt to smile, but I had to. She had the expression of pain and sorrow on her face and wanted to ask her why she was hurting. I didn't want my Katie to be hurt; I just wanted her to be happy. I could see Roger Davies standing behind her and I suddenly felt a relief that she was being taken care of at the moment. For a split second, my animosity toward Katie's boyfriend resided, but only because he was there to protect her while I was out. And with that, I owe him everything.

Then everything went black.

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The white light hit me like it does everyone else. Like this: what the hell?

Ah, crap. The infirmary.

For some reason, my brain was working and I was in the Hospital Wing. I couldn't move though. And even if I wanted to move, It would sure as hell hurt. So I decided to just lay there and hope that something would happen. I tried extremely hard to open my eyes, but apparently one of them was swollen shut. The other was too sensitive for the light. My arms ached and I could feel that bruises had formed all over my body. I probably had a few broken ribs and my jaw was tight too. My nose seems to had smashed up a lot too.

I wondered vaguely if Flint had passed out too because I hoped that he did. He would ridicule me if I had been the only one to pass out and I needed to give me a run for his money.

I heard rustling from my bedside and I had a feeling that my Quidditch team was waiting anxiously at my bedside. Or so I hoped. The murmurings of the nurse floated through my ears and I was suddenly forced with a foul tasting potion. As it burned down my throat, I felt my muscles throbbed and I suddenly wished that I had never provoked Flint any further.

Even though the fact that I Flint and I brawled was relishing in itself, I knew that I was going to have to pay for it for the rest of the year—and especially during Quidditch. I sunk further in my bed. Sadness swept over me and I knew that Flint would make me his personal assignment.

I sighed knowing that there was no way getting by this one.

"Wood," snapped Madam Pomphrey, "Sit up, boy."

I struggled to do as I was told.

Ten minutes later I found myself unmistakably begging Madame Pomphrey to let me go. I found that I still had time to eat dinner, although I had missed the Sorting, I didn't really care about that. I realized my fault in failing to converse with my Quidditch team and a sudden urge to do so came upon me at that moment.

"Wood, you better not move another muscle because you know very well that you aren't well enough to be released and I will die before I do so."

Oh. Point taken.

My brain was working fast. Well, as fast as it would work at a moment like this. It was currently moving slower than snail's brain because I, apparently, had a milor conblusciona… did I just slur? Whoa! I meant... minor concussion . Anyway...

I shook my head violently and the room seemed to teeter a little bit too much.

Whoa. Maybe I shook it a little too violently.

Well, I thought, until then I had to think of a—uh oh. My eyes bulged and I quickly glanced around the room. It happened again and I whimpered slightly. Taking a deep breath, I felt it again and I knew that I wouldn't be able to suppress it. I was at a loss to do because I was immobile and insufferable pain occurred if I moved even in the slightest. I looked at the other end of the ward and noticed that what looked to be a 5th year, maybe, emerging from the nurse's back room.

I sighed in relief and called out to the girl: "Hey you!"

The girl looked up startled and whipped her head around to check that I had been talking to her. Well, of course you dufus, we're the only people in the ward, right?

"Me?" she squeaked.

"Can you help me?" I asked hurriedly. Frantically, I felt another one and I knew that I didn't have much time. She nodded nervously. I smiled at her. "Um, can you come over to my bedside and, um, hold up this trash can. I really need to vomit."

I tried to be polite about a truly disgusting matter but it couldn't have been helped. My time was running out.

She looked truly appalled and she pulled a face. Slowly, she made her way further down the aisle and to the side of my bed. Looking as though she'd rather kiss a newt, she grasped the trash can and set it down beside me on the bed. I faltered.

"Um, well, you see, I can't really move—at all," I told her uncomfortably and she understood. She slid her small hands against my broad back and struggle a little bit to move into a more comfortable vomiting position. She then lifted the can to my mouth and I—well, I think you get.

Once my stomach felt better with half the contents gone, I slowly settled myself back and closed my eyes, taking a deep breath. Thankfully, the can cleaned itself out through magic so the girl just set it back down. Politely, she cleaned my mouth with the sheet and smiled.

"Thank you," I said, breathing heavily. "I'm sorry you had to see that."

She shook her head. "It's only natural. Unless you are on drugs or something."

She looked at me weirdly and I laughed out loud. I gasped a sharp breath when I felt my ribs hitching and pain was excruciating.

"What happened?" she asked quietly.

"I got in a fight with Marcus Flint," I said remorsefully.

She chuckle almost in complete understanding. "Huh, good for you."

I frowned. "Why? I didn't exactly win."

"Well, sure, you survived. And you took him on. Props for you."

"Oliver Wood." I would have reached out my hand but they were kind of tied at the moment.

"Alixa Eddins, or Alix. But, most people call me Lexa," she said. "You play Quidditch on the Gryffindor team, right?"

I smiled. "I'll call you Alix. Are you a Ravenclaw? It was nice to meet. Thank you so much for helping my out there. It would have really sucked if, well, you know. Maybe we can hang out later."

"That'd be awesome. Well, I mean, do you want to go to Hogsmeade with me or something? We can get to know each other a little better."

I raised my eyebrows. "That would be great. I'll meet you down at the Great Hall ten minutes until, okay?"

Five minutes later, my newfound friend and I were both well enough and sneaking off away from Madame Pomphrey. We slowly made our way down to the Great Hall. Apparently, my bruises and cuts had all been healed but the other injuries, like two cracked ribs, and a few other miscellaneous broken bones were still there. I didn't really care. I laughed loudly at a joke that Alix told. She was extremely sweet and I'm glad that she crossed my path. She had jet-black hair, that looked blue, and large violet eyes. She was gorgeous. She was the perfect height for me, at about 5'6, and had a nice fit body. She was also extremely smart and enjoy Quidditch.

I realized, something that I've been doing a lot of lately, that I was attracted to this girl and maybe, maybe Katie and I could each have a little bit of our own fun from now on. Because I know that I'd enjoy spending time with this girl.

It was one of those corny romantic scenes and I was ever so proud of. We were just walking down the corridor together, smiling and laughing. Somehow, my hand had found hers and she blushed so prettily that I had almost forgotten that I had just vomited in front of her. We were laughing the whole time, unable to stop, and the feeling was glorious.

My ribs no longer hurt.

In a moment, I couldn't stop myself and I gave her a soft kiss on the cheek, staying there for a moment. And this time she blushed and giggled a little bit. I enjoyed having that effect on her. And at that moment I was severely attracted to her and I hoped that we'd be able to go steady.

Catching me off guard, I felt her delicate lips on my cheek and I knew that she felt the same about me. I noticed that we were approaching the Great Hall so I stopped her for a second and turned to her. We were both still laughing. In a swift moment, with her hands in mine, I placed on a soft kiss on her lips.

I saw fireworks that night.
I don't care if Monday's blue
I don't care if Monday's blue
Tuesday's grey and Wednesday too
Tuesday's grey and Wednesday too
Thursday I don't care about you
Thursday I don't care about you
It's Friday I'm in love
It's Friday I'm in love

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A/N: Personally, I pictured that last 4 or so paragraphs to the song "Friday, I'm in love" by the Cure. So, ya, Review it will really help! Thank you so much, Hovizi, I still love you, my only reviewer. :P Late, my peeps!

Emelie.