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: Holy crap… I've been so busy that it's not even funny. Wow. Here, I hope this gets done. Don't be mad:D Oh, and you might cry this chapter but DON'T WORRY! IT'LL GET BETTER! TRUST ME! I wouldn't even be writing this effing story if something bad happened :D. So, what does that tell you! Oh, and OF COURSE IT'S EFFING KB/OW. WHAT ARE YOU ON CRACK? I'm just kidding. Seriously. Um, are you kidding? Why the hell wouldn't it be KB/OW? That's me life (Haha, I sound Scottish!). No offense to whoever that was (I don't feel like looking back). Sorry if that was blunt. Lol. I'm being extremely bi-polar. :D LOVE YOU!

Yeah. It's me. Fucking great.

I'm pretty sure that at this time I could have ripped out one of the steel bars that used to separate me from this man whom I loved and smashed it in my head.

I stared down at the man that used to be my best friend and nearly cried.

And then he stood up.

I was about to force him to sit back down. He was too frail and weak to even think about standing up, yet here he was at my equal height of 6'2 staring at me with his beautiful, sad blue eyes. I felt my heart shattered and almost turned around and left. Surprisingly, I couldn't move. My brain wasn't functioning properly.

Oh help me, God.

Without warning, he started a hacking cough that lasted about a minute. I cringed. He had been living this diseased life in some foreign shit-hole without me.

I remembered.

I never would have forgotten him. Especially after our vows.

"Dude, haven't you gotten laid yet?" he had said jokingly.

"Drey—duuude—come on!" I said, trying to avoid the question. Didn't he know who I was?

"I'm serious," he said, downing another Bud. "It's about time. I've gone around too many and I can't share it with you."

"Well, of course you ca—"

He punched me and we shared a laugh.

"Pervert," he muttered, snapping open another can.

I laughed out loud and I saw a small smile light up his face.

"How about this," I said. I realized how serious this situation was for him and I knew that I would need to make my best mate happy. I cleared my throat. "Well, I'll tell you when—you know—alright?"

He glared at me and I took that time to chase some random cat down the street. After I came back, not the least bit out of breathe, I was ready to continue.

"Duh, you jackass!" he yelled, splashing me with beer.

I laughed loudly and ended up holding my side from laughing so much.

"Fuck it," he muttered. "Promise me that you'll get laid by the time you come back, okay?"

I stopped my games, whipping off my tattered jeans and was lost in my thought as I stared at the park ahead of us. Did I really want to do that? I mean, sure, it was Dreyus and we would do almost anything for the other. However, committing myself to sex before marriage wasn't something that I wasn't too keen on doing. Of course, I had had plenty of instances where that chance was staring me in the face… but I never took it.

I remembered about two years when our family lawyer handed me my possession that were meant to be given to me at that ripe age of 15 ½. I stared at that box and hard. There was only one thing in there. It was from my father. I would never forget that letter.

Dreyus jostled me out of my thoughts by means of punching my shoulder, sending me drunkenly into the street, being caught off-guard. He laughed and punched me again, hitting his can just above my eyebrow.

"Shit, man," I swore loudly. He just laughed. That's what I love about him. He's always laughing, the douchebag. I sighed once again. "Sorry, man. But I can't do that."

He frowned and knew exactly what I was talking about. "Why not?" his voice was hard and he was seriously.

This time it was my turn to frown. Why was he doing this? I was a little uncomfortable telling him my reasons, but I wanted to know why he was being so curious.

"Why does it matter?" I responded heatedly.

He frowned at me.

What was his problem? Didn't he understand my morals? I may not have had very much of a father or mother, but I'm not stupid. Besides, Nany taught me all I know.

"Well, it's just…" he started, having trouble finding his words. "I—"

It was obviously completely hard for him to get this out. He stared hard at his Dock Martins, his jet black hair shadowing his strongely-featured pale face. He had taken to putting on eyeliners (probably his mum's) and always had stuck to those band t-shirts. His jeans were getting tighter, but so were mine. I couldn't look at him. He wasn't being himself.

Finally, he took a deep breathe and stopped, forcing me to stare at him hard in the face.

"I figured that with you not having any actual parents there for you, then you'd have turned out like me and shit, because even if I did have parents, they weren't real parents… and I was hoping that I wasn't the only one to officially fuck my life up."

I stared at him as though it were the first time in my life.

Without a second thought, we embraced.

"Hey, Oliver."

The sound was ear shattering and I didn't know if I could do anything to stop it. My eyes were saddened and I immediately felt as if I should be the one rotting away in this god-forsaken prison.

I broke eye contact with him and stared down at his worn boots laced beneath his orange jumpsuit.

"Hey, Drey." My throat was dry and I thought that was going to collapse.

Then it hit me.

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The night air was cool and refreshing as the sweat dried on my temple. My heart was thumping louder than I could ever imagine and that was all that I go hear. The footsteps clambered through the brush and the dry leaves were crunched. Coolness returned to my hand and I was shivering. My body heat was failing and I noticed as I peered through a small clearing that we had no moon tonight.

Shit.

I didn't move that fast. It was a steady pace and it was generally in the right direction. I had to make it to a certain point before my time ran out and I was wearing thin. I had to change my direction several times before I found the right path. I broke out into a speed walk of some sorts. I had to be cautious as it was dark and dangerous.

With the speed of light, I was suddenly plunged into below zero water. I gasped, realizing that water wasn't the oxygen that was used to only seconds ago. That same cooling sensation on my hand had vanished and I was relieved. My body wasn't swimming and I was slowly sinking down. My eyes turned upward and I saw the gaunt face peering back at my sadly. Time seemed to slow down as I dragged my hand up to it. My eyes pleaded as the face stared at me and then looked away for a second, only to return back to my fearful face.

I was drowning and no one was here to save me.

Then he was gone.

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Listen to your heart
When he's calling for you.
Listen to your heart
There's nothing else you can do.
I don't know where you're going
And I don't know why,
But listen to your heart
Before you tell him goodbye.

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I wasn't sure if I was awake or if my eyes were still closed. The pitch-blackness was darker than I expected and I had turned blind for about five seconds. Slowly, small amounts of light hit my eyes and I could make out the forest surrounding me.

As life seemed to hit me, I gasped deeply and sat straight up. Although I was completely dry, my body was freezing and the feeling of water was still around me. I stumbled up ramming my head into the tree I had been leaning against.

What had happened?

I rested for a few minutes before I made my trek back to where there was.

My brain was working incredibly fast for the state it was in. Half of me was broken and betrayed, probably taken it's turn for what I left for Drey. The other half of me was hurt because no matter what I did to him, shouldn't he help me! But I knew Drey better than that. I know that it had been unlike me to not go back to him and not believe him. He probably had never been more betrayed in his life.

My heart tense and I was physically in pain from it.

I betrayed him.

That sudden reality made me realize how fair this was—me being stuck in the middle of nowhere nearly dying. It's just what he was going through.

"Who's that?" a loud, rough voice came through the trees and I froze. Being completely foreign to the land and everything else, I certainly didn't want to make its inhabitants mad.

My brain was working fast. "SHOW YER'SELF!"

It clicked. "Hagrid?"

Well, that was what I tried to say. I suppose I hadn't realized that my voice really wouldn't work. I cleared my throat as best as I could and tried to say it louder. Finally, after several times and several more shouts of fear from the man, it came out: "HAGRID!"

I believe it surprised both of us and he moved forward, shining the blinding light painfully in my eyes.

"Wood?" he said, glancing to the side. "Watcha doin' out here?"

I cleared my throat and huskily said, "Where's here, exactly?"
He looked abashed. "My hut," he said bluntly.

Only ten minutes later, I was on my way through Hogwarts. He had escorted me to the doors and left me, claiming he had some important business to attend to. To say the least, the Fat Lady was very angry and I knew that I shouldn't bother her ever again at—what did she say?—four in the morning.

Huh. I thought it was later than that. I clambered drunkenly through the hole and stopped short.

Puffy green eyes met my saddened blue eyes.

"Katie?"

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A/N: "Listen to your heart" by Roxette. Wow. Phew! P.S. I'm listening to T.I. right now. Yea! Anywho… I hope you liked it. Sorry. Er, nothing to say. I had to add a lil angst in there… okay it was a lot, but so what? So, ya. Thank you!

Oh, and I understand that parts of this is confusing. THEY ARE MEANT TO BE. If you have some serious questions, well, deal with it. You're not suppose to know exactly what happened after 'it hit him' and what everything was, where he was, the water, etc... you aren't suppose to understand how he was in water on second, you were hit with a mini chorus thing, and then he wasn't in water. That's just how it is. Use your imagination :D. You can figure it out. Trust me. :D

P.S. It is SO not BETAd. Watch out. I mean, I'm sorry!

Who do I love? GASP—you! Reviewers!
Okay… a lot to write. Bear with me! Catching up!

CHAPTER 15

TheBrassPotato: I'm glad you liked it (again!)
Drew: Like I said. Wait, you think Biggerstaff is a funny last name! I do too, lol! Ha, so if you're girlfriend wants to rape him and marry him… hmm. I'm most DEFINITELY not going to envy her last name. So, I'll shut up now! Oh, and goodbye Manny! OMG! TERRORIST. Okay. Now I'm done.
Armr2sleep16: I'm glad you liked that chapter. Unfortunately, this one was more depressing that the previous. Thanks for the support!
Apathetically Interested: I love oxymorons! I'm glad that other people write while they are depressed like me! I wish it wasn't that way, but hey! I don't care. So, er ja! Thanks so much! MUAH MUAH! Aha! Er…
Micahmouse: Hey you! Jeez, it feels like FOREVER. I've been so busy and you're always on but not… ON. Grr… anywho. Ja. Haha, most definitely I just let this one flow. I hope you like them all:D
Pokethepenguin01: Maybe… but hey, you'll just have to keep reading. Yay! Golden star sticker!
Valterra: Hmm… what do I say… not sure. Thanks! Lol. JK I love your review! It made my day! Haha! It's freakishly random that it just rocks. Hands down. :D

CHAPTER 16:

Oliverlover: Don't cry! TISSUE! And, pssh, I'd win in court.
Micahmouse: Where are my other… three reviews? You should be awake now! Actually… no. It's like almost one there. Lol. But still! And ROCK ON! Baby. I definitely don't say that all the time. But I know that you do. ;D And ya. I kinda just threw this chapter together and is way off my plotline thing I had going, but you better not care… right:D
Apathetically Interested: So it was you… hmmm. Of course! I would never do that to you. Don't worry next chapter will be good. And, I'll let you in on a little secret. (whispers): it's definitely K/O… if you catch my drift. ;D. That's for you. Rar. Anywho, I'm glad you love it. Random thoughts are my speciality. Muah!
Aycee: Ouch. That's harsh. Just for that I'm going to wait official two seconds before I decided I'll update…there. :P and who are you calling a poopoo. I smell very nicely, thank you very much! Hmph:D Like it or else!

Love you, bye!
Emelie!