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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: This chapter is officially dedicated to… Drew. And his crazy antics that he simply loves telling me about. But, it really has nothing to do with him. At least, I think so. I hope so. Okay, I'm done.
"Quick Quaffle back to Spinnet, nice dodge left, she hands it off to Johnson, Johnson fakes! She swerves, she swerves again, oh DUCK! And, oh a nice pass to Bell, Bell takes it and runs, she high on the goal posts, what are they doing? Warrington and Montague are all over here! COME ON! FOWL! FOWL!"
"Jordan!" shouted an outraged Professor McGonagall from his side.
The game had gotten off to a rough start. We knew that Slytherin was our toughest match and we were surprised to be playing them first off in the season. The day couldn't have been any better and not a cloud was to be seen in the sky. The sun may have been a little roasting but it is all acceptable in the world of Quidditch. The game had been going on for an hour now and the players were still going strong. The current score happened to be 40-10, because I had to let that damn Quaffle from Flint in once, as my three chasers were doing superb!
"Bell breaks through the line and heads straight toward a—OH! Damnit, a gruesome Bludger from Slytherin, can't really tell whom. Anyway, Quaffle is taken by Montague who streaks down field, passes it off to Warrington, back to Montague, nice Bludger Forge… oh! Missed as the pass goes to Flint, who swerves left, jukes again, IS THAT LEGAL? What the bloody—OH, nice save, OLIVER! Gryffindor in possession."
Lee's commentary was outstanding. Personally, it was harder for me to see in the sun as it was directly in my way so I was shocked that I had managed to save as many as I did. Angelina had given me this polarized spell to put on most of our eyes, mine especially. In no time, I watched as Harry streak down to the north end of the field, Malfoy on his tale, and hurtle to the ground at neck-breaking speed. I held my breath.
Come on, Harry, old chum! Go! Go!
…
The crowd was on the feet and the roar died down. Lee's voice could still be heard throughout the stadium. The movement stopped and nothing was heard until I saw the little red blob known as my Harry stand up quickly and thrust his fist into the air.
"GRYFFINDOR WON! ONE HUNDRED AND NINTY TO TEN! POTTER CATCHES THE SNITCH!"
A this point, I decided to scream myself hoarse and cheer as I sped faster than I knew I ever could to the glorious awaiting arms of my Harry. I nearly cried there.
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The crowd had finally died down and we all had congregated in the locker rooms to leave. I had decided to take my time that night. I was whipped and didn't really feel like doing anything. I was pleased that I only had one essay for tonight and could finish in class tomorrow. Lupin doesn't collect the essays until the end of class and I sit in the back.
I got dressed fairly quickly. My worn jeans were slowly getting bigger by the second. I slipped on a Sex Pistols shirt and left my hair, sopping wet and dangling. I slipped on my old checkboard vans and grabbed my sac, heading outside. Fred and George had decided to join me and were playing a game of who can walk on their hands the longest. Surprisingly, they made it all the way across the pitch until Fred hit a rock and completely ate it as I stood there cracking my head off with George.
The sun was still out, as it was only one thirty and the clouds had decided to show up. I was surprised considering it was mid October and it should have been raining by now. I decided to take advantage of it while I could.
The birds were chirping, the breeze ruffled the fallen leaves in the background and the sweet smell of grass reached my nostrils. The light was refreshing and I felt great after having taken that shower of mine. I believe I smelled like coconut and strawberry. Interesting combination (I think it was Fred and George's because I had run out). The forest was serene as we walked away from it into the glorious castle. All was calm and glorious and I felt like a hippie, sitting in the forest dressed in nothing but leaves, smoking pot and painting rainbow's on my face. I laughed and even felt like eating the biggest ice cream cone alive. I was—wait, what the hell?
Some shouting in the background was currently rudely interrupting the sereneness and I was getting pissed. Fred and George had noticed it too and as we neared it, I could recognize one of the voices.
"—NO GOOD UNGRATEFUL PRICK! I HAD TRUSTED YOU! YOU SON OF A—"
"WAIT JUST A MINUTE! I NEVER DID THAT!"
"SURE YOU DID! JUST LIKE YOU DIDN'T HAVE SEX BEFORE YOU MET ME LIKE YOU PROMISED!"
"I'M A FUCKING VIRGIN!"
"LIKE HELL YOU ARE"
"YES, LIKE HELL I AM!"
"I HATE YOU! WHY DID YOU EVEN BOTHER! A GOOD SNOG?"
"OH, YEAH, THAT'S JUST IT! YOU'RE RIGHT, LIKE YOU ALWAYS ARE!"
"I KNEW IT!"
"YOU ARE SO CONCEITED!"
"NO YOU ARE!"
"YOU ARE MORE!"
"WELL, AT LEAST I'M NOT AN IDIOT LIKE YOU!"
"YOU'RE RIGHT! I AM AN IDIOT BECAUSE I EVEN THOUGHT ABOUT DATING YOU!"
The familiar silence reached my ears and I was almost scared at what was going to happen next. I considered running over there to save the day but a loud slapping noise told me other wise.
Katie came tearing around the corner. It took a while to notice that Fred, George, and I were staring dumbfounded at her. That was when she burst into tears. I was too paralyzed to move but Fred and George both took the liberty of going over there and comforting here.
I was determined.
I made a familiar march around the corner to see that Roger was standing with his head against the wall actually looking depressed. He didn't seem to notice me come bursting around the corner but Katie had.
Angrily, I walked up to him, taking him by surprise, and grabbed hi collar, yanking him upward. He was shocked and jostled as he was pinned to the hard stone wall staring into my ice-cold eyes. I was breathing heavy and considered spitting into his God forsaken, beautiful face.
His wide eyes stare back at me and I finally made my move, "What the hell do you think you're doing, eh?"
He was silent and boy that was the wrong choice.
"What?" he finally responded.
How dumb can this guy be?
"How the hell can you do this? To Katie?" I shouted at him.
He gave me a cold look and I knew that I had got through. That was just before I decided to knock him unconscious.
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The only proper beating that I got from punching Roger in the face was Katie giving me the cold shoulder for about a day. No teacher had actually found out who did it. I wondered why Roger didn't tell them it was me when he woke up. He definitely would have gotten some revenge, at least. But life continued as normal. I think that it was obvious that Katie and Roger had split up (and it would be bad if they hadn't) and now it was only my turn. Alix and I both seemed to be excruciatingly busy all the time and no time whatsoever to talk. I think after about the first week of a cold shoulder she realized that I didn't wanted to be with her and that I had realized what was going on. She has taken to her usual group of friends and, from what I could see, no boyfriend. Because, according to some crazy, natural human laws, we were still together… somehow.
I found her actually reading a book in the library one afternoon during one of my free periods. I could have sworn that she had a class at this time but it didn't bother me. Skiving class was her speciality.
I walked up near her table fairly quietly and hid behind one of the large shelves of books. I couldn't tell what she was reading, but what I could tell was that she wasn't reading it. She was so absorbed in her thought, actually, that she didn't notice that I had just tripped over a book and nearly landing on my face.
Was that book upside down? That's usually what happens. However, whenever I am pretending to read, I am not that out of it that the freaking book is upside down. Sheesh. Some people are just idiots. Or the writer's use that as a legitimate excuse to declare the person mentally vacant.
Either one.
It didn't really matter because it was obvious that she was out of it. It was peaceful just to stare at her. I hadn't been able to do so for some time because I had taken to ignoring her completely and that meant that her gaze was even leathal. I didn't want to lead her on or anything and could tell, through my peripheral (like in the hallways) that she was doing the same thing.
I had heard that many people were doing the usually Hogwarts' gossip chain and wouldn't stop talking about it. I didn't know that it was that excited, but according to them, I was single. Oh, snap.
Her dark locks were down and reached her shoulder blades, which protruded from the long-sleeved green top that she wore. Her jeans were increasingly sinking even with her belt in place. I noticed that she was what every girl wanted to look like.
I bit my lip. Did I really want to do this? Pssh, of course not. But I knew that I had to.
Alright. I'm ready… here I go—wait… what?
So there I was, completely ready to go break the heart of the girl that I had once loved when someone comes interrupting. I glanced around the bookshelf stealthily to see who the shadow was.
They were talking quietly and he led her out of the library. I didn't get a good look at him until they were exited the library. With his brown hair, blue eyes, and dark khaki pants, it was unmistakably who it was. Roger Davies was especially given away from the large, black and blue bruise forming at his eye.
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The next few days were pretty weird. I wasn't sure how to approach the girl I was about to break up with if we were already broken up. I know I had my chance in the library but was thankful that I chickened out. That would have turned ugly. In the end, I decided that we were done for already. And if worst come to worst, I'd write her a letter.
After Katie initial anger at me for bitch-slapping her ex-boyfriend, she had decided to talk to me and we had become pretty friendly. We were on very good terms now and went everywhere with each other. Quidditch practice turned to be actually fun because Katie and I most likely spent half the time laughing. Of course, this was odd behavior for a Quidditch captain, but everyone else was doing it. Besides, we just beat Slytherin. I was very ecstatic.
The night was cool and Quidditch practice had gone very well. Everyone had had an on game and I was very pleased with them. No one was PMSing or pissed off at anyone else and that was a pretty good feeling. I got ready pretty quickly this time and decided to wait for Katie, leaving me to contemplate our relationship.
It was… foreign to say the least. And jeez, I'm getting all philosophical now. I have no clue. I really liked her and I knew I have for a long time. However, things are changing and I really screwed up royally for wanting to hook up at our Seventh Year. I'm just grateful it's the beginning of the year and not before graduation. There was only one growing question on my mind: does she like me back?
My brain began to spasm. Like that spasm that you can't control and am freaking out due to unwanted stress. I could feel the pimples growing on my forehead (from stress, you know) and was already starting to sweat waterfalls.
Why, you ask?
And at that moment for some reason, I cared so much if Katie would like me back or not. She has just experienced a hard breakup and I didn't want to hurt her any more.
The perfect situation to ask out my best friend came up all too fast. It was coming upon Thanksgiving and the snow had began to fall today. It wasn't as gloomy as I had expected, but it was pretty sad knowing that Quidditch practices will be minimal. I had hung out with Fred and George that evening after classes and didn't really do the homework that I knew I had to sooner or later. They were, along with Lee, all conniving another prank that they had in mind and completely lost me somewhere in their jumble of whispers. I was getting plain sick of it.
I left. They didn't even notice me as I sauntered through the crowded common room desperately searching for a familiar face, or back of the head, either one. My angel was sitting in front of the fire staring at nothing while most likely contemplating me.
Ah, there she was. Katie Bell—the goddess of Gryffindor. She sat glimmering in all her glory, simply splendid, doing nothing but staring into the flames of love and looking extremely hott. Boy, did I want this girl.
She didn't notice my presence, which consisted of me gaping open-mouthed at her, but I was just fine with that. She at least knew who I was and were best friends, not like those hopeless romantics who are nerds and dream after the most popular girl in school and then become desperately embarrassed once she tricks you and leaves you naked in front of the whole school. Nope, I'm a lucky one. I'm the popular guy going for the popular girl. I had no problem in snagging her, except for one problem: er, she was my best friend… oh and she had just broken up with the biggest son-of-a—
"Oliver?"
She startled me from my reverie.
Oops. I guess she would have noticed me one time. Wait… what did I look like?
I gave her a genuine smile and prayed that she was melting inside.
"Hey, Kates," I said softly. I knew that I had to be delicate with my Katie, but not too delicate, as she was still sore over Roger, even if it was a few weeks ago. That bas—
"Did everyone leave you too?" she asked quietly.
I sighed. No one really left me. I left them, if I even had someone to leave. "Yeah," I said, taking the easy way out.
She nodded thoughtfully. I didn't know what else to say but I honestly didn't want to say anything else. Eventually, we both ended up staring into the fire without anything to say.
Come on, Oliver, you can do it!
I sighed. Here it goes.
"Kates?" I asked quietly.
She looked at me full in the eyes and I could look into her soul. I suddenly felt my heart break and had to control myself immensely to not kiss her. I took a deep breathe. I stared into the beautiful eyes of the girl that I could trust with my life.
"Would you like to… well," I glanced around, not really finishing my sentence.
Is this really it?
I sighed. Oh, boy.
"Go to the kitchens with me?" I finished.
My brain was shouting, NO! NO! Ask her out! Ask her out!
She smiled ruefully and agreed. She took her turn to get up and I was about to before I grabbed her wrist quickly. We both stared at my hand on hers like it was hot coals from a burning flame. I was touching her and I knew that she had felt something from that. I knew that I couldn't back out now.
Standing up, I looked down at her face as mine was mere inches from hers. I glanced to the side and then gave a little grin, speaking softly below the dim roar of the room, "Would you like to go out with me sometime?"
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He calls the mansion not a house but a tomb.He's always choking from the stench and the fume.
The wedding party all collapsed in the room.
So send my resignation to the bride and the groom.
Let's go down!
This elevator only goes up to ten.
He's not around. He's always looking at men.
Down by the pool, He doesn't have many friends.
As they are face down and bloated,
Snap a shot with the lens.
If you marry me.
Would you bury me?
Would you carry me to the end?
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A/N: You know you love me! LOVE YOU REVIEWERS! Er, I don't want to write them now. I have to review for my PSATs. PSSH! I will I will.
"To
the end" by the beautiful My Chemical Romance and GERARD WAY! (faints).
It doesn't really have anything to do with the story. I just love that
song. :D
Reviewers:
Ali: Oh, hi, little one! Haha. I remember those good reviews.
Ah, that was in the good times of when I have absolutely NOTHING to do!
imagine that! I don't believe you, emelie! DO! AHAH! Well, yes, I love
you and you owe me like a billion more reviews. And I still have to do
my espanol. Humph. Later!
Tifagirl: awe thanks so much! I'm glad you like it... but DON'T
GO CRAZY! NOOOO! I NEED YOU TO REVIEW FOR ME! AHHH! Ch, later! haha.
Loves a lot, thanks a munch!
Oliverlover: jeez, between all those threats, yelling, and all
around threatening, (wait... I already said that), well you get it, I
would like to thanks, but it looks like you might actually like this
story! WHOA! HOLD THE PRESSES! Well, plainly I couldn't tell if you
did. Because I think you were going to attack me with a pitchfork. Ya,
I think you were... DON'T DENY IT! I'M NOT GOING CRAZY! Smileys. Ciao!
Apathetically Interested: Muah Muah Muah! You always have
good reviews. Here's another one: Muah! I know, it's sad, sad, sad, but
here's it... nuetral, depressed, nuetral, angry, giddy, ANGRY, lovey
dovey. WEll, that's how I felt when I wrote it. But ja! School is
pretty stupid. No doubt about that. And your review official rocks.
Definitely NO doubt about that. bye noW!
Drew: KICK KICK KICK KICK KICK!
Valterra: wow. Lots of catching up to do, that's fo sho.
Let's see, thanks.. thanks... and thanks! Haha. Erm...Of course these
chapters are enjoyable! No, jk. I didn't like them either. They were
kind of needed for the story to continue how I started because I'm a
lamo. And sorry bout that homecomnig dance thing. It just fit. Oh, and
I was going to do a song for this one! Thanks for reminding me. Anywho,
most def predictable for 18, but you gotta love it! THanks!
And that's it.
Oh, and Ali and Micah... and I KNOW you're going to give me like a
BILLION reviews... you're just uber busy. I know it. WIth spanish,
going to bed at freaking 5 P.M. to get up early (sheesh!) study for a
test (that isn't hard?) and paper and dealing with BOYS! AHAHAH! Life
is just so craaaaaaazy! Later... GATORS!
So, I end with this. lkdfj alasldf jFokkjf ald
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GATORS! BABY!
EMELIEEEE! mUaHs.
P.S. I'm gay!
EMELIEeeee!