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: Dude, I'm like on a serious streak here. And I'm on a 'computer sugar high' like I'm stoned or something. Awkward...
READ THIS: okay, to describe this chapter I use: the insane ramblings of a mad-Quidditch obsessed-freak-like-teenage boy by the name of OLIVER WOOD. Um… okay this is a definite switch from sad-Ollie to more funnier-Ollie. WINK. Um. The first part or so is completely filled with Oliver's random thoughts. Okay, scratch that. The WHOLE PART. And when I mean random… I mean random. So, try to figure them out. They go off on tangents every once in a great while and start a new sentence in the middle of a thought but that's okay. Because it's Oliver! Er, nothing exciting really happens in here. Oliver has a minor panic attack and is trying to cope with the whole school banding against him. So… ya. It's just kind of random. Also to show you that this isn't an entirely dark fic/sad. It's also slightly humorous for all you comedians out there. And don't worry. I'll throw in a little more of that mushy mushy romance you all need/love. Er… ya. A dab bit of Katie and Ollie's new lover and voila! You have yourself a pic. Don't say I didn't warn you. (Er… the title is kind of just to warn you that—hey! It's random! Oh yeah... and water… blah, blah, blah.) Actually, I decided that I'm going to make this another page longer just for you. And you're just like SHUT UP AND GET ON WITH THE CHAPTER SO THAT YOU CAN POST THIS. And I'm like—okay! Buh-bye now!
Wait, now look back up at the underlined part up there. Ya. I was just kidding. Haha, good one emelie. Rar. Well, they're mentioned? Hehe. Erm… Um, so.. ya. Random. Don't say I didn't warn you.
Haha, it looks like Oliver's opening up to you know. You get a lil more of his brain than you did in chapter 1! So there! Bewaaaaaaaare… boo.
The rest of my day was sort of unexpected. I mean, I'm Quidditch captain and I plan things out, so it was a little weird for me. I had chosen to ignore the vision that I had, which happened to be pretty hard considering a million people came up to me that day and asked me if I was alright. Well, generally along the lines of: "I heard you got sick…" "You're weird." "Um… I didn't do it!" and my favorite "Well, I'd like to come up and say 'hi' but I thought that'd be too weird, considering the circumstances. So I chose: You're a freak, instead."
I wasn't really sure how to respond. I was half coping with the fact that I just re-witnessed something that I had desperately fought to forget. It also happened twelve years ago in a matter of hours within only a matter of minutes—and I wasn't very happy with it.
I was also dealing with my friend Alix, who had taken to me like a bear to a bear trap. Seemingly, she wasn't used to handling this type of situation. I can't blame seeing as a relationship isn't really written in stone. Well, even if I did try to talk to her, a random hoard of people would just so happen to be walking by at that exact moment and start whispering and staring at me as if I were about to explode any minute.
Jolly.
I kind of wish I would explode, just to see their faces. I might need Fred and George for this one…
I mean, I didn't really see what the big deal was. I had a freaking vision! Is that a problem? Because, I didn't know about it. And somewhere along this wretched day, it decided to get worse. I don't know what this guy was going at, but I was kicked in the chins and sent crumpling to my doom. I mean, damn! It hurt! I was all flustered after that and didn't get where the guy got off kicking me. I tried ignoring it, but it was kind of hard when about four other people did it to.
I blushed beet red when Alix pulled the hand-made 'kick me' sign off of my robes.
Currently, my day had decidedly calmed down. It seemed that Hogwarts had had its fill of gossip for the short ten minutes that it may and finally decided to go back to its normal life. Catching me off guard, a crumpled up piece of paper came whizzing at my head, and bonked off of it onto the floor.
I guess I was wrong.
I really didn't want to open that letter, but I knew that if I didn't, then I'd receive about a hundred more saying the exact same thing—or worse. I growled inside as I uncrumpled the paper and stared at it in awe.
"FREAK!" was written in big, bold letters across the whole sheet. The patron also left a few memorial doodles of me laying on the ground (looking dangerously unconscious), and—for some odd reason—Professor Snape being pelted by about fifty Bludgers with his head hanging off and his large, obtuse nose coming out and poking his eyes out. Oh, and there was a kitten trying to tear up his leg like a scratching post.
Odd…
I thought for a moment that if I turned around to look at who sent it to me, they wouldn't send any more, but I seriously doubted that that would change anything.
A thought struck me and I realized that this was how it felt to be Harry Potter.
Neat.
Oh boy, this sucks... I should lighten up on him a little bit.
Without any warning, an extremely pointy quill came whizzing at my head, and this time hit me straight in the temple. I actually saw stars for a good five seconds.
Oh, there it goes… my brain stopped.
Wait a minute, it was a bloody vision! How come I'm getting so much crap for having a bloody vision? I mean, I think it's just all the seventh year blokes that are pestering me about it, but still! Did they honestly have the right to bother me berserk?
Probably.
Well, I wasn't sure if I was anger, annoyed, sad, or confused. Wait—I'm confused. I wasn't sure why people were seriously overjoyed at the fact that I'm a weirdo and I am the next Treloony.
Oh dear God.
If someone else had had a vision, what would I do? Hmm… nothing. I mean, what is there to do? Did I do something weird during the vision? Maybe I talked about it and only heard weird snippet so they thought that I was have sick, dirty wet dreams or something. Whoa, Ew. I quickly tried to not replay the scene in my head and made a mental reminder to talk to Perce about the whole ordeal and why the hell everyone was making such a fuss about it.
I reverted my attention back to Professor Binns.
Did I seriously just say that?
…
I reverted my attention back to my notes.
Er… let me rephrase that… again.
I reverted my attention back to my Quidditch notes.
Ah, much better. I thought I was going truly insane for a moment. Not I! Not the great, Oli—ooh, a Knut! Anyway, I rephrased a few of the diagrams that were written on the outline for tonight's practice—oh shit!
I looked around, praying that I hadn't said that aloud before I dove back into my notes and ripped a few papers out. I scribbled a few more practicing diagrams for the meeting that we were having tonight and made another mental note to remind the whole team that we had the meeting tonight. Jeez, I only reminded them twice! Harry probably forgot…
I was lost in my ramblings for about five minutes until the door burst open and in popped Professor McGonagall. Well, she didn't really pop, it was more of a natural glide. Kind of like… walking, I suppose. I'm not sure though, but I think—
"Wood?"
I was snapped from my reverie and prayed to God that that had been the first time she called my name.
"Yes, ma'am?" I returned politely. I tried to act calmly as I watched McG's lips move as she formed a sentence. Why the heck am I watching her lips?
"—my office, now, Wood," she finished and I panicked for a millisecond.
"Now?" I asked innocently. She gave me a stern look and I immediately began packing up my things. In a haze, I rushed out the door as Professor Binns' droning continued on. Ha! Suckas... Ther're stuck with Binns...
"What did you need to—"
"I lied, Wood," she said, not turning to look at my as we rushed at light-speed down the hallway. "We don't need to talk about your grades."
"My grades?" I remembered that I hadn't paid attention to the first part of her sentence. Oh…
"Yes, in fact, you have a private letter that has been sent to you, via Professor Dumbledore and it's apparently urgent, otherwise we wouldn't have rushed you out of that important class just now," she said sternly, commanding the gargoyle to jump aside.
I snorted as we began climbing the staircase and she gave me a look, which I immediately returned. I couldn't help it, really. She just said that Binns' class was important! Give me a break…
To be truthfully, I was slightly nervous. I rarely spoke with the Headmaster and all the times that I had previously, all concerned Quidditch and my "drastic behavior that seemed to have scared the children" as I remember him saying once. I guess the fact that I had been rather "on edge" lately because of all the dirty little tyrants these days that I wasn't sure how to cope with this additional stress.
And to top it off, I was having a panic attack.
"Come in."
His voice was their all too soon and I hoped that he couldn't hear my heart thrashing to rip out of my chest. I didn't understand why I was so stressed out about a little meeting with the old man and I had a feeling that he knew exactly what was going on.
"Have a seat, Oliver," he told me, his deep, faithful blue eyes never missing a beat and twinkling like a bright Christmas light.
I sat down nervously and I wouldn't have been surprised if the chair suddenly started rocking back and forth because I was shaking so badly. I glanced all around the room, anywhere but him. I knew that he could see into my mind—he's probably taken Occlumency or Leglimancy or whatever that was. Percy was always mumbling about it saying that it'd be better if he knew them. Personally, I didn't want my friend knowing all me thoughts. That'd be kind of awkward to me. Besides, my thoughts are just plain weird.
"How has your first few days of school been?" he asked casually, trying to lighten the mood.
Pfft, trying to lighten the mood my ass. Here I am, freaking out like the world was going to end and having this STUPID TREMOR THAT WON'T FREAKING GO AWAY and he's just sitting there all calm and crap? I've HAD ENOUGH! Why am I freaking out? He just is talking about SCHOOL and next thing you know it's the FREAKING WEATHER.
I'm afraid that what happened next would have to be the most embarrassing thing in my entire life.
I just stopped.
Yeah, you heard me—stopped.
I stopped moving, I stopped blinking, I was no longer trembling and I was staring off into oblivion, leaving Dumbledore's question unanswered.
If I had been paying attention, I would have seen Dumbledore show a fraction of emotion for the first time in his life and look concerned. Big step for mankind, right there.
Without giving me any notice, life seemed to start up again and I was blinking around, whipping my head in every direction and that damn nervous twitch had returned. I stared at Dumbledore and had to squeak out a reply: "Good!" so that the man wouldn't seem suspicious.
"I must assure you that everything is fine and you aren't in trouble," he said, an amused glint in his eye.
Damn him for being so—what?
"Well then why am I here?"
It had felt as if a large, unmovable weight had been lifted from my shoulders and a strange, large earthquake had stopped its run. Hey, I can breathe! I felt like cheering right there but instead had to bring myself back to his attention (struggling, might I add…)
And I also wanted to strangle that glint of his...
"Well, I received a letter from St. Mungo's Hospital, as you are aware," he said, nodding and continued, "and it seems that your mother has been placed in their care seeing to the sudden disappearance of your nanny by the name of Nany. I know you might be concerned and I wanted you to be aware of this. Do you have any idea as to what is going on, young master?"
Jeez, what was this, Star Wars?
I suppose I thought that this was a joke or something but the commend didn't really hit home.
Wait for it…
"WHAT!" I shouted, my rage returning.
"Obviously not…" the Headmaster muttered dejectedly.
"Wha—how—I mean—if you… wait a minute… how could…? I—"
"Please… one word at a time, Mr. Wood," the Professor interjected kindly.
"Yes, that," I said offhandedly. "Err, is she alright? Why is she in St. Mungo's and where the hell is Nany?"
"We aren't sure, Mr. Wood, but I advise you to stay calm and relaxed. Your mother is being taken care of because she can't take of herself, surely being the reason why she's where she is."
Oh, ever the wise man.
"As to your dear nanny, we have absolutely no idea as to what had become of her. Who knows?" he said sadly. "Maybe she simply became sick of it. Perhaps, some annoying neighbors?"
I snorted. Annoying was an understatement.
"We'll keep in touch, Oliver," he said, interrupting my train of thought, which I noticed, seemed to be going nowhere lately. Hmm… where did I put my quill?
"Thank you, sir," I said, my brain functioning as normal.
"Off to eat!"
That old man was as cheery as a bat, if bats… are… er, cheery?
I give up.
I left the office quickly, with my stuff in hand, and decided to drop them off in my dormitory. Classes were over and I was glad that I didn't have to listen to Binns for another however long was left in that dreadful class.
Moving on, I made my long, lonely trek to the Great Hall. As I neared the Entrance Hall, I suddenly realized that going in there was the absolutely wrong idea. I prayed to God that all the girls' PMSing had subsided so that they forgot what had taken place yesterday. I changed direction and decided that a stroll around the lake would kill time before our meeting. I sighed, concluding to the fact that the team would remember without me reminding them, or else I'd hunt them on my own and drag them by their feet. A fleeting thought struck my brain: would they miss my important meeting on purpose?
…
Nah.
The air was nice that night and I was glad that I had made the right decision for once. I enjoyed looking at the stars and the sound of nature under my feet. I had small feeling that someone was following me, but I shook it off as nothing. It was probably a cute little bunny rabbit or something.
I actually hoped that it was. I had always wanted a bunny as a pet. I think I'd name it Rufus or something. Sure, Dipstick would probably eat it, but that's okay. And I'm sure Spinster would like it, the old fart.
I just called my owl an old fart?
I need some serious mental help.
A loud crack (A/N: I'm so sorry, I couldn't help myself. I wrote crap instead of crack and I thought it was hilarious… I'm not here…) echoed through the scattered trees and I whipped my head around. Startled, I noticed that no one was there but the wind and the rustling of leaves.
Damn, nature.
I continued my walking with ease and I felt content as the breeze hit my face. For once in my life, I was relaxed. No Quidditch, no mum, no Dreyus, no Katie, no weird visions, no stress about the Cup, no annoying Fred and George, no bitchy Angelina, no evil Roger Davies, no freaky Dementors, no Voldemort, and definitely no flying, pointy quills whizzing at my head. I was at peace with the world for once and it seems to agree with me. It was finally cutting a break.
I finished with one lap around the lake and I checked my watch. Dinner was almost over and we would be having our meeting in about ten minutes. I was glad that—
I suddenly found myself flying through the air, landing in the water with a gigantic splash. I surfaced with water going up my nose and the nasty taste of seawater in my throat. I blinked to get the water out of my eyes and vaguely felt the little creatures at the bottom tugging on my coat. My feet touched bottom and I slowly turned around. And there on the bank lay the culprits of my little predicament, along with the rest of my Quidditch team, laughing their silly little asses off.
"WEASLEYS!"
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A/N: Um… the line "Oh, there it goes… my brain stopped" was actually not mine. Funny story, really, but it belongs to whoever the genius' behind the show "Ed, Edd, and Eddy" are. Er, the one, Ed, said it during the show and it became an inside joke between my brother and I… and I just completely embarrassed myself saying that I copied someone instead of just taking it as my own and pretending that I didn't know what you were talking about if you mentioned it to me. What can I say? That's the honesty in me. Well, it is the right thing to do… and I would have felt too bad to live. So… there.
Whoops, no theme song for this one. I'm too hyper. I need to post this thing. NOW.
Anywho… loovas! RNR! NOW! Please…
Oh, thanks so much to…
Loving.wood
Micahmouse
Lady.of.the.own
Hovizi (always…)
Kisses! I'll shut up now. RnR!
Emelie!