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.

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

A/N: Sigh, okay fine… I'll post this chapter. Ha! It's been sitting here for like… two weeks. More than that… we! Um… hope you like. I'm so busy it's not even funny. School + volleyball + everything else is going to kill me. Please come to my funeral. And… uh.

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Okay, so 10:17 isn't too late. But right now it is! I didn't really to grammatical shit. Didn't feel like it. Here's your chapter. Um. I have 16 too :D but the rest might be a while because I wrote all these up to 16 before school started and now I'm screwed. Bleh! Um. Hope you like. Thanks so much to my reviewers, BETAs, random blokes, etc. And I'm slightly delirious now. But I won't be in one paragraph (or graph ) :D :D hhaha! I get it. Lol. I'll shut up now. :P

Er, a little darker Oliver. Yay. I actually came back to Chapter one… give me a sticker! I'm sorry if you cry. I'm mad right now, so… ya. And I've been putting this off for a while. :S I also have three/four new things for you and I'm going to introduce at least… maybe two of them this chappie. So… mm, yes. ;) eh.. I'm more like :( right now. Huh. Deeeeepressed. Anywho—read!

I couldn't concentrate at all for the rest of the day. My mind was solely on one thing and that stubborn mind of mine was downright bloody annoying for that. I vaguely remembered that we had practice that night and for the first time in my life actually was dreading it. I didn't feel like dealing with any of my teammates, especially the twins and Katie Bell.

In fact, that was all that I could concentrate on right now. Bloody Katie Bell. I wanted to think that it was all her fault but my inner conscience knew that I was just bluffing. I knew that it was my fault for choosing the most conniving fifth year Ravenclaw that Hogwarts has yet to produce. Sure, she was downright gorgeous, but my feelings for her were simply lust. However, the feelings that I held for Katie were so much more.

I had taken to wandering back outside until the sky. The clouds had closed in more and the fall was finally starting to peak out. Practice was about to start and I was glad to know that I wouldn't have to remember it myself as I was already on the pitch, waiting for the team. I didn't have a speech prepared and I was just as translucent as ever when I was depressed. They'd be able to read me like a book.

I wanted nothing than to tell Katie that I am desperately sorry and I love her too much than even I can understand but things between us two aren't exactly comfortable. In fact, they are even more awkward than before. I'm positive that the twins figured out what I had said this morning and are bound to tell Katie, knowing them, and my whole life is ruined. And it was only a matter of time before Percy told them that I got drunk last night. At least there's one thing that I remember about last night.

Oh, I should talk to him, shouldn't I?

"All right there, Wood?" asked Angelina politely.

I had to hold back a snort. "Oh, just peachy," I said instead. I rolled my eyes, hands in my pockets, as I turned around to face my approaching team. With a drooping face and shoulders in a slump, I put my eyes down and pivoted to the locker rooms, expecting my ever obedient team to follow.

In a matter of seconds, the shuffling of feet and rustling of bags and brooms reached my ears. They all assembled around me on the benches as I stared at the wall blankly. I heard their movement cease but I felt like doing nothing, especially turning around. I dropped my head and closed my eyes wearily, regretting that I turned around at all.

With a stern look on my face, I lifted my head to my teammates and stared at them hard. I took a glance around, glaring at them, not really understanding anything at all. They stared at me completely confusedly and I didn't blame them. They probably thought that someone had died. And they were pretty close.

I took a few deep breathes and couldn't stare at them any longer. I slowly walked to the door leading to the lockers and locked it with a swift turn. I sighed again and spoke with my head down as I walked back in.

"I'm assuming that you think that I'm going to give up Quidditch or something stupid like that," I said quietly. I was hoping for some cheers or applause, or at least some recognition, but nothing came. "But, that isn't exactly what is happening."

I took a pause and pulled up a chair in front of them, leaning against the back rest. My eyes bored into those of Alicia's and Fred's but I didn't dare look Katie in the eyes. I couldn't bear it.

I've never felt so lost before and there wasn't a thing I could do about it.

"No, this isn't about any relationship issues, as some of you might believe," I said, not really wanted to say it at all. "In fact, it has nothing to do with that. I was just approached by three Ministry officials who just recently held a meeting with myself and Professor Dumbledore concerning me… and few things back at home. I know this is personal and completely embarrassing but you guys are my team and I feel that you should know about it."

I paused, feeling my courage build.

"I'm not sure which of you knew about the condition concerning my mother, but she was in a medically-induced coma as of the beginning of the year. She was tortured by Death Eaters when I was five and my father was killed then." My voice cracked slightly as I repeated the information flatly. "I was just informed that she has been taken out of that coma… and she spoke for the first time in twelve years."

I heard several small gasps around the room and didn't want to look up.

"I will be leaving for… as long as Dumbledore wants me to and, well, visiting her," I said, frowning at my shoes. "We haven't figured out the situation of who will be leading practice or what's going on with that, but I want you to still continue practice without me. We have to train for Slytherin in a month's time and we need to be prepared—no excuses. For now, Angelina will be leading practices. Heh, I haven't even talked to her about it, but what the hell. So... that's the deal."

Silence once again reached my ears as I slowly stood up and replaced the chairs. My hands found my pockets again.

"Get dressed."

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Practice was hell. Life was hell. Hell was hell.

Stupid hell.

I couldn't concentrate and I just wanted to leave. Well, duh. I actually didn't expect anything less, except for maybe that I would be able to deal with my life a little bit better than before, but I didn't get my hopes up.

I took my time changing out of my sweaty, dirty Quidditch clothes and took a ten-minute shower. The three other guys were still in the shower and for possibly the first time in my life, I was going to be the first person out of the locker room.

I stuffed my bag in my locker and grabbed the few things that I needed before I took off back to the castle to shove some dinner down my throat. I needed something to distract me and it definitely wasn't going to be a girl. Quidditch already had its shot so I prayed to the Netherlands that food would work.

And, once again, shouldn't get my hopes up.

I was at a loss of what to do. I was so far confused with my life and mixed up with all my different problems that I feared that I would break down and not be able to handle it. The whole ordeal with Katie and Alix was truly messed up. I don't think that I could've screwed that up anymore and Katie will no longer even look at me during practice. I believe the only time that she would (although I can't tell) is when she is pouring her sweat, blood, and tears into one fearful shot that is rage-loaded, aimed directly at my head and bound to kill. I think she might give me a death glare at that point, but I might be mistaken.

I hadn't seen Alix all day and that was probably because she assumed that I would approach her and I would make the heinous trip there to say "Good morning." You could say that I was purposefully ignoring her without her knowing, and, well, that was good.

Of course, my wonderful relationship with Katie had to a get a little better this morning when I happened to open my big mouth in front of her and the twins. I was seriously fearful for my life knowing that they had blackmail against me. I wished dearly that Katie didn't know that I was drunk last night because that meant that something was wrong… of course, she might be worried for me and want to be friends again but then I'd feel like I was forcing her too and then I'd be guilty…

The twins would attack—I mean confront me about it sometime and I was definitely dreading that. However, my main concern would have to be the three Ministry officials, Dumbledore, and the whole ordeal. It was nerve-wracking like this, knowing that what I did was wrong. However, this was the only way that it would be able to get done and I wasn't going to pass up on this opportunity. Besides, it was bothering me like hell and I was going to find out regardless. Dumbledore wasn't going to be stopping me.

Damn, right.

My room was deserted (thank God) and I got my jumper and more needed materials out of my trunk. I had to dress casually and in Muggle clothing this time. Five minutes later I was out the door.

I'm aiming for records today.

I was rounding the stairs into the common room when I nearly ran into someone smaller and more petite than I. That would have been bad (as I imagining a small body go flying across the common room and land in a miserable heap probably on top of someone and their flaming books, only to realize that that person was really a viper and decides to bite that certain "petite body's" head off, blood spraying everywhere and—) and I barely controlled myself so that she didn't topple over.

"Er, Katie?"

To say the least, I was shocked.

Katie's eyes were really blue.

I suppose that this is my certain form of withdrawal seeing that I hadn't seen Katie, let alone been within a foot of her, within… well, a few hours really. I stared hard at her face, afraid that this might be the last time that I will ever see her looking at me and me staring equally back at her. I waited for a response but my brain wasn't functioning.

The world seemed to stop as I noticed a small blush creep on her cheeks and she gave me a miniature smile bashfully.

Uh… what is she doing here?

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Is she crazy?

"Hey, Oliver," she said quietly.

I smiled back at her, trying to form the words to say hi back.

Holy shit, Oliver, don't blow it.

Deep breath… deep breath… don't blow it… say something… look at Katie… look away—Dammit! I blew it!

"H-hey."

What the hell? What am I—Princess Pitiful?

Well, for those of you who didn't get to witness the pitiful excuse for a remark, it came out as a mere whisper, as though my tonsils had just been removed and say a cute guy just came up to me and asked me out and it was my oh so lucky day and I was on my period and had cramps and was ready to beat his balls out and snog him senseless at the same time.

Peachy.

I looked around again because, well, this was plain nerve-wracking.

I (inwardly) took a deep breath. I had to do this. I'm doing this. Voice! Come to me!

"Why are you here?" I said, startling myself. I had no idea that that was what I was going to say and I prayed that that was appropriate.

She too looked startled and I resisted the urge to smack myself and call me retarded in a… retarded voice, of course.

"I mean," I said, recovering, "shouldn't I be the one approaching you… and apologizing for being a total jackass?"

Wow.

Go me.

And there. I said it.

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Right?

She looked at me for a few seconds and then smiled. I had to keep going. I was on a role. I knew that she had to know the truth.

Come on, Ollie!

"Look," I started, extremely uncomfortable. I shifted a little to look her in the eye, suddenly feeling very brave and lifting her chin up slightly, "Kates… I'm so sorry. I never meant to hurt you like that. I just… lashed out and I was so stupid. You had been right the whole time, Kates, but I never gave you the time of day and I hate myself for that. I did see her… with someone else. And I'm so sorry, Katie. I care for you so much that I just hated myself. And yes… I did get drunk last night—because I couldn't take it! I knew that I had blown it and that you might have never talked to me again… and then there was Alix who wasn't being honest with me and I knew that we just wanted to be with each other and not be with each other. And I'm a jackass and you don't have to even respond to what I'm saying right now because I'm an insufferable prick—"

"Oliver."

She broke me away from my thoughts and I was pleased to note that she looked pleasant and not ready to beat my balls out. I breathed a sigh of relief as she fully grinned and took her turn to become completely bashful.

Wait for it…

"I forgive you."

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A/N: Well, you can skip this paragraph if you want. But if you don't want… then I'll begin … up until that practice speech part, I was like seriously depressed. I don't really know why and then I had to do something… two days later—whoa! I lost my muse. Anywho, so that's why it's different. And… ya. I'm really tired and I just like fully landed on my hip—the same spot—twice. Two freaking times. And it hurts like hell. And it's bruised. And when my mom comes home, I'll have to move. Ew.

Um… this actually wasn't what I had planned for this chapter so I'm entirely confused now and I don't know where the story is going but… YAY! This is something that you guys have been waiting for… right? Well, what's going to happen? Is the world going to blow up before he'll have any chance at all? Will everything fail? Or will it be happily ever after, huh? Who knows… well, I do. Lol! Haha! Enjoy.

Ahem, HA! What's going to happen? I don't know! And I'm bored! It's freaking 12:30 I didn't take a shower from practice because I hadn't gone home, until now of course, because I was watching college volleyball (Yay Erikka and Keri… er) and now I think I smell. And you think so too. And so here I am, two days after I posted 13, with 14 ready and 15 already done! And I started 16! HOLY CRAP! WHAT'S GOING ON! OMG—YO HATO ESPANOL!

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You know what's really funny. Is that these author's notes where written like a week ago. When you go back to read them, it's amazing. I didn't even know I wrote all these stuff! Whoa! Imagine that!

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