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.

The rain was pounding hard. This was my favorite time. The rain happened to be one of my weaknesses. Most of the time, I loved everything about the rain. The way it falls, how it drenches me from head to toe in three seconds, the sound of it, the smell of it, how you can smell two days in advance, and generally just the fact that your stuck inside playing chess on a rainy day. I dance in the rain and can sit there for hours. However, those times can only be in the summer, you know, when it rains all the time. I am pretty stern with myself about getting colds during Quidditch season. There's one thing I don't like about the rain and that's it undying talent to give any person a cold no matter how healthy they are. I do have some down time between during the holidays, which happen to be during the rainy season, to catch a cold, but it's hard to get rid of. Besides, according to all my friends, I'm a Quidditch-NAZI and getting a cold during Quidditch season wouldn't make me look so evil anymore.

However, this particular day I felt as if I was aloud to get a cold. It wasn't that I was going to, I just felt a sense of the rebellious nature in me rewarding me for everything that I had accomplished. Well, just look at it. I had a girlfriend… Quidditch… rain… and I haven't been sick for a long time. So, generally, I deserved it.

This particular Saturday, Katie had to leave me. According to her, she had a major study group for her Potions class and needed to focus on that, as she wasn't doing so hot. I was willing to accompany her but, warning me that it would tedious and more extremely boring than I could imagine, she advised me to hang out for the day. I think it also had to do with the fact that Snape would have kicked me out. But that didn't bother me. I was glad I didn't have to be near Snape an extra day out of the week and was relieved when she told me to do nothing. Of course, me being the loyal boyfriend that I am, I had no clue what to do on this boring, do-nothing Saturday.

I wasn't mainly bummed that it was raining and there wasn't anything to do, because there wasn't, but we were wasting a perfect day to be practicing Quidditch for doing nothing. Here I was, forced to give my team a precious day off, while we could strategize wonderful plays and practicing the difficult weather, like what we'll play in in a few weeks. Of course, I had coerced McGonagall to allow us a team meeting tonight at 6:15 (the most annoying time to have a meeting) and that it when I will nail down the strategies and downright verbal beatings. Why couldn't you just have a normal meeting during the day whenever you want? That's what I said. However, apparently McGonagall wants to give all the teams off, therefore forcing Slytherins, Ravenclaw, and Hufflepuff to remain vacant the whole day for rest and fairness. She claimed that the rain was no right to be playing (as every team would have booked the pitch consecutively) in this weather and decided to put her Deputy Headmistress power to work.

When I smelled the roses and realized that it was raining, my day instantly perked up. I immediately felt like the old, bachelor Oliver again and relished the feeling. I did miss Katie and I could feel my heart contract a bit as I thought about her. However, I thought that this rest was well needed for the both of us, especially while we were both starting in on this new relationship.

Filch stopped me before I had a chance to make it outside, mumbling something about tracking in mud and ruining his life. I was bummed. And unfortunately, the dirty rat left his filthy cat there to guard the door, much to my displeasure. Shaking off my sadness, I trudged back upstairs.

I tried to think of things to do. I was stumped. It was the first time in history post-relationship-beginning that I had had a free weekend and I was wasting it wander the castle with all the other pathetic losers that inhabited it. So, here I was… bored.

My first thoughts wandered to my closest friends to see if I could hang out with them. The twins. There were many things that they could be doing, most of them not involving me. Most likely they were pranking or designing some cool new gadget for the Weasley Wizzing Woozers, or whatever the hell they were. Those twins are bloody brilliant but need to learn better vocabulary. Have you ever been on the receiving end of one of those things? They're harsh. I figured Lee was with them because that's what he's there for, moral support. Just kidding, Lee, if you ever find out I mentioned that. Well, it was either WWW or they were making out with their girlfriends and Lee was… doing homework or something. In any case, I did not feel like hanging out with any of them, their girlfriends or any of the bloody making out that they would be doing. Gah.

In no time, Katie and I had been dubbed… many things, but most certainly a couple. I swelled with pride every mention at our names or the usual pointing and staring as we suavely walked by. I didn't think that it was hard to believe that we could be so comfortable together. After all, we'd been best friends since the moment we met back in my fourth year.

Generally, our close friends were proud of our newfound commitment. Apparently, they been taking bets and waiting for this day to come.

Oh, joy.

In fact, I realized what I had been longing to do for a while now. Personally, I missed Dreyus. I didn't know how to get him back or what happened to me that night that we met. I'm still missing a block of information, some sort of amnesia, and am terribly confused at where Dreyus is. It bothers me but it feels as if there is nothing I can do. Of course, I could always right him a letter. Sure, they'll go down well. "Hey Drey! How's jail goin'? Oh, are you still there? I'm not sure, but did you try to kill me when I visited? I'm not sure. If not, hey, then you'll have only murdered one person—don't worry you still have. Ttyl! Ollie-boy." Yeah, we'll be two peas in a pod again in no time.

For a fleeting second I thought of Alix. I resisted the urge to visit her. I did miss her, actually. No matter how many words I put in my head, I still did not believe that she would actually cheat on me. Of course, I could see her doing that, but I didn't that kind of vibe from her. I still haven't been able to talk to her and am slightly afraid of the rather menacing encounter we had last had. I didn't know what she had up her sleeve and personally didn't want to fine out. My mind then switch to Roger unconsciously and rage unfurled inside me.

No. No Roger. I had been thinking too much about that son-of-a-bitch too often and didn't care for him at all. Blasted bastard. Then suddenly, a thought struck me.

Alix had a brother. Who… liked to party. I smiled to myself. I tried desperately to remember who this guy was and what class he was but my mind seemed to fail me. I caught a passing Ravenclaw student, who looked to be in the Sixth Year or so.

"Excuse me?" the male stopped and I didn't recognize him. "Um, do you know who Alix Eddins is?"

The man chuckled. Apparently he did. Good. "Er, doesn't she have a brother or something?"

I was trying to be calm. I had a strange feeling that this stranger knew exactly who I was and what I had been with Alix and didn't like that feeling. I was also thinking that he somehow knew something about her that I didn't that would involve me… and that would get ugly.

He nodded his head. "Sure she does. He's in my year."

I stared at him bluntly. "Which is…?"

"Sixth," he said shortly and I could tell that his poor little ego had been punctured. Wow, I should definitely not mess with this bloke.

I had to hold in my snort of laughter.

"Um…" I was at a loss. "Well, where is he? I need to speak with him."

My patience was wearing on me and was reading to punch this guy if he didn't tell me where that bastard of a brother was.

"You do know that he's in Slytherin, right?" the sixth year ask me.

What the…? What does he think? I realized that this guy needed to be taken down a peg or two. I was a seventh year Gryffindor, Captain of the Quidditch team, and he speaking to me as if I was two. Bastard.

"Look, mate, I don't even know the bloke's name, which is one of the reasons why I need to talk to him. So, I don't care if he's the King of Egypt, just, do you know where he is? And perhaps, may I have a name?" I was growing wearing and I noticed a little annoyance in the boy. Well, ditto.

He snorted aloud. "Actually, no, I don't. I think you're going to have to find him on your own, thanks."

He was walking away. "Look, mate, I didn't mean to ruffle your belt, but I need your help. I mean, If you'd come off as being a little more courteous especially when I don't know anything about this guy, maybe people might like you a little better."

"Why should I?" he responded, whipping around to me.

Was I about to get in a fight with a guy I never knew existed?

"Why do you want to talk to him if you don't even know his house, let alone his name? No, really. What the hell do you, Mr. Oliver Wood, have anything to do with Alix's brother?" he was approaching me.

I stared at him incredulously. "Why does this bother you so much? Are you friends or—"

"They're my cousins."

Ahh. So that explains why the 7th year Gryffindor, Qudiditch team Captain will not help my status right about now. According to both of us, my butt was about to be his if I wasn't… a little goody two shoes, something I tried to steer clear of. He knew he had the board. Of course, if he had been nice to be in the first place, we wouldn't be having this problem. But, then again, he is related to Alix and her Slytherin brother. Well, might as well try.

"Oh, sorry 'bout that. I mean, not that your—well, you know, oh jeez," I swore. I screwed myself over. He wasn't going to budge. "Look, can you just tell me where he would be right about now? I really need to talk to him."

"Why?"

Ouch. I don't know if telling him that I'm really a juvenile delinquent who enjoys smoking, drinking and a little bit of fun on my off days, and when I go back to school, I enjoy homework, cool walks on the beach, and the smell of lemons. That would definitely not help my 7th year Gryffindor, Quidditch team Captain status.

So, what do I tell him? Do I lie? Tell him I have to speak to him for… one of my Quidditch players because, oh, maybe they're in the same class and they need help? Would he honestly buy that? I thought. Hell no. If he's anything like Alix, who doesn't believe me when I tell her that I'm practicing and instead think I'm going to go get laid by some random blonde beauty, he wouldn't buy a word I'm saying. But I couldn't just go out and say, "I need to get piss drunk, so, back off!"

I sighed. My problems weren't just going to go away and I had no idea still how I was going to go around this. I should at least try the excuse. He'll think I'm lying regardless.

"Well, it's kind of a long story, I'm sure you don't want to here it," I said, desperately trying to get out of an answer. I knew he'd never let it go, but I figured that I'd try regardless.

"Try me."

Oh, bite me.

"Well, there's a player on my team, you know, the Quidditch team, who, apparently, is partners with him in one of their classes and needs to speak with them about a homework thing that they need to work on. I need to tell them that it's off and all this other stuff that they need to do," I explained, nearly out of breath.

He stared at me for a moment. "Well, that wasn't so hard."

"I'm just—wait, what?" He believes me?

He gave me a small grin and I tried not to gag.

"I believe you. So, I'll take you to him. And his name's Francis. Come on."

Without another word, the Ravenclaw student took off with me on his heels. It was rather bizarre. I never expected that excuse to actually work. We reached wherever it was that we were going fairly soon. We were in the dungeons and I was a little unnerved. Of course, I don't take many of my vacations down to the dungeons, only when I'm forced into them kicking and screaming.

The door made an incredibly loud noise for a door and we entered into a large chamber, one I had never come across. Is this where all the Slytherin's meet on their off day? Some decrepit looking hole in the wall, somewhere near the core of the Earth?

The light was dim and I a cold was creeping on my skin sickeningly. I was running to turn and run out of this place, but I there was no stopping me now. I was worried how such a studious Ravenclaw like the one before had been in a place such as this and I didn't know that it was possible that they actually did something other than schoolwork. I almost laughed. Almost.

After a series of winding paths and small stairwells, we reached the largest chamber that was actually fairly well lit and open. It was further down from where the dungeons were and far more colder than any snow I had been in. I saw no one in the chamber until the man I was following took off to the left, leading us through a ominous, black door and down a set of creaking stairs. I was personally tired of the Haunted House-like features and just wanted to get down to the good business.

There was one more door. This time, it was an elegant door. It was a large, double-door spread with large brass handles and a decorative face. It was green: Slytherin green. With one sharp click, the door opened and a musty smell reached my nose before anything else. Next was a heavy noise ringing in my ears from deep inside the room we were entering. It was foggy and I figured that it was just for protection from 'intruders'. My guess was wrong. As the Ravenclaw coughed, sputtered and generally crawled his way through the smoke and mist, I realized that this boy was most definitely not as experienced as I, the master, was.

I grinned as I walked perfectly normal behind him, breathing fine. I recognized the smoke immediately as a mixture of several things… Muggle things. And then I realized where we were. We were, in fact, in the pit of a Slytherin Dungeon Party. I had heard about these parties many times, people raving how it was the bomb and limited and the most fun you've had. I could almost laugh out loud. I was probably the only Gryffindor ever to step foot in here… but I stopped short as a realizing hit me. And I was being very serious.

I could die here.

I didn't have time to think about this as we reached another door, this one also a deep black. It was a large door and took twice the Ravenclaw's strength to open it. We haven't seen anyone, which worried me, but I was more concerned with the noise penetrating through the door. And I admit that I was slightly nervous. Here I was the enemy—a Gryffindor—about to enter a secret party that is only whispered about on occasion and about to meet someone who I wasn't sure if I should even meet.

The doors open and I smiled.

I realized that this was just my kind of party. The light was very dim. I think it would have been brighter if it hadn't been for the thick fog everywhere, a mix between the marijuana, meth, cocaine and other various Muggle items that I could smell. The smell of booze and Muggle drinks infiltrated my brain and I was stunned that Slytherins would go to many lengths, even those of the Muggles, to get high. The base was pounding and the room was one giant dance floor. All around me, bodies were crunched against bodies and smoking and drinking their hearts off.

This… was it. This was the place that was known for their crazy times. Hardly anyone survived these parties a virgin and drug-free. Mainly, this was where the Slytherin's vent their anger. They forget about their fathers, arranged marriages, and the Deatheaters to finally have some peace with a random girl, get drunk, forget about everything, and not realize that a Gryffindor and Ravenclaw are in their territory.

I shouldn't have brought my wallet. Damn, they'll charge me triple. But then again, they're probably too stoned also.

The Ravenclaw bloke—whatever the hell his name was—was leading me once again to the back of the room. We weaved our way through the many throngs of pulsating people as I felt body parts all over me. Many times, girls had tried to dance with me but I kept my distance. I was here for one thing: my mission.

Finally, we reached our destiny. It was a red door this time and it had two Slytherin members that I recognized as fourth years (was it Crappe and Greyl? no... definitely Crabber and Gargoyle those big oafs of Flint's...) guarding the door menacingly. This time, the hard stench of more booze nearly seeped through the door. I was worried for an instance but then remembered my place.

The doors swung wide and we entered a fairly normal sized room. In there, it seemed, were the royal chamber men of Slytherin. Of course, Draco Malfoy was present, along with Avery, Nott, Millicent Bulstrode, Pansy Parkinson, Blaise Zabini, a few others that I couldn't quite place, some girls, and then one significant male placed almost in the center of the room looking as if his head were to float on up out of this dungeon. That, I thought to myself, is him.

Francis Eddins is a tall man. I could tell by the way he slouches and the bony knees sticking up in his jeans. He was sitting down, but he retained his elegance through his natural looks. He had dark hair, just like Alix's, which was fairly long for him but swept nicely to the side. It was a natural, casual look, something I never expected from, well, the man I was meeting. He wore Muggle clothing, strangely like everyone else in the joint… the Slytherin joint, and appeared to be the most in-style, decked in his Abercrombie and Fitch, Sevens, and polished black shoes. Sure, I wasn't accustomed to be seeing a Muggle fashionable Muggle-hater, but there's always a chance for firsts in my life. His eyes were deep-set and royal, piercing everything majestically in his sight. The blue sapphire that radiated from the depths of his lobes were mesmerizing as they sparkled left and right through the mass of black atop his head. Silver chains rung around his tanned neck and I could tell why this man got a lot of looks his way. Francis Eddins was picture perfect model for every teen's first… and last crush. He was bone-meltingly, heart-shatteringly, head-spinning male that sent all the girls into frenzies each day. Everyone wanted to be around him: the girls wanted in his pants, the boys wanted his pants. He was completely forgiving, righteous, and humble, whether he actually was or not.

The room seemed to center around him, the King of this party in and of itself. I couldn't get over how great this was. Here I was, Gryffindor Oliver Wood, at a notorious Slytherin party, crashing the joint as if I owned it. If I walked out of this alive, everyone's finding out. If I survive that, I'm giving details.

For the first time that night, the attention was giving fully to me. I was shocked by this new custom and wasn't sure how to respond to it. I was slightly fearful but, for some reason, Francis' eyes glowing into mine seemed to relax me amazingly and my experience was beyond words. The room still had the ongoing beat that was coming from it and that from the outside pounding in my ears. I could have sworn that it was turned down a notch (without magic?) and I could hear much better now. The smell had now relinquished but I was used to it, strong and bitter in my nostrils.

Compared to seconds before, the room was dead silent. All eyes were drawn on me until Francis rose. His approach was menacing and I could have sworn that I died. His eyes no longer danced with merriment or drunkenness and I could tell that he knew exactly who I was or why I was here. I suddenly had a great feeling of stupidity. I feel as if he could read my mind, which I was afraid that he actually could, and was infiltrating all that I ever worked for. His knowledge was overbearing and his demeanor deep. I couldn't stand the uneasiness he gave me and I just wanted to go out there where the drinks free and the music loud.

His face was directly in front of mine. A fleeting thought galloped through my mind: I was as tall as he was. I remember back to when I first walked in only seconds ago to notice his extreme height while in the sitting position. I questioned whether my legs bent like that, with bones sticking up, and sat with the air of tallness.

I didn't have time to ponder this as Francis was talking, and it was pretty hard to ignore someone who was talking directly in front of you. His words were quiet and domineering and even though the music had faded and he was near centimeters to my face, my ears were having a hell of a time picking them up. A buzzing protruded my drums and was generally worried for the welfare of my ears. His lips moved fluently and his chinned bounced up and down with each beginning of a word and stressed syllable. He made no other movements as far as his hands were concerned and spoke directly to me, with direct eye contact. And I just sat there numbly, struggling to listen to the powerful words that directly the course of my life.

"Oliver Wood. I've been meaning to speak to you for some time now. I noticed that you were, shall we say, with my sister for some time. You must know my sister. She's in Ravenclaw, a Sixth Year like myself, a little bit shorter, and has a brain for herself. She is smart. That is why she was placed in Ravenclaw. We don't hold any grudges because we're close and good children. I sometimes wonder what it's like to be a Ravenclaw like her, but I do not wonder that of a Hufflepuff or a Gryffindor, good and like yourself. Of course, dear Oliver, she does too dread not achieving the Slytherin status that could of. Being in Ravenclaw doesn't stop her. She is loved by all. All, I tell you. And you, why you're Oliver Wood—Gryffindor extraordinary, Captain of your glorious Quidditch team and ruler of the world."

Snickers were heard around the room but I remained as still and silent as ever.

"What did you expect to do? You do realize that my sister is a gem. She's a jewel worth cherishing, not one you'd hunt down for your collection, only to be sold at some street market as vintage for a bargain price. She's rich. She's the treasures—the milk chocolate that your lust after. Why would you want to waste it on one swift bite? Why not savor the whole thing for hours and die in it's beauty and rich, smooth features. I'm in love with my sister. Not in the way your feeble mind thinks of because you pervert my words, but instead of a, how do you say it, brotherly love? I take care of her. She is my prize, she is my sacred heart and, more especially, she's my life. I would die for her—take a spell for her—even go against the Dark Lord's grants and wishes if only it is her will. Why, you ask?"

His temper was rising slightly but I could tell that he was controlling it.

"Every man on the face of this earth looks at my sister in lust and envy. They want her, to be with her, to have control of her. Of course, her being the simple-minded, humble, shy being that she is—when meeting strangers, of course—she doesn't realize her beauty. She inadvertently takes advantage of a man's weakness for her and destroys it. Plainly, she's naïve. And here you are, come Oliver Wood, waltzing into MY party, for WHAT? She trusted you, Oliver Wood. Her closest secrets of hers were for you, and you only, to keep. She was the diamond in the rough that you happened to come across and take advantage for a small while, only before you got the gold. Why…"

His rage was frightening, terrifying, and my underlying fear was bound to leap out and slap him in the face. He was furious—furious for my break up with his sister. It's understandable, sure, that a brother is over protective of a sister, but doesn't he understand relationships? They only work several ways. Either the couple stays together happily, only with some differences, and eventually end up married. Or, the couple seems to only be 'high school sweethearts', people who get together seemingly in love but only to be separated by the lust and hormones driving in their heart, only wanted to get as far away as possible from the other person. Besides, she didn't really love me either. She was just using me to get to Roger, that back-stabbing, ugly, putrid, bastard, son-of-a—.

That's all Alix and I was. We made out pretty much every time we met and that was it. She wanted more but I knew that we weren't meant for each other. It was quite obvious. Later on in the relationship, it was all kissing and no telling. It was pure lust when before it had been a sweet romance. We had fallen for looks instead of flaws, outer beauty instead of the deep passion within.

But did I hurt her? Of course, every break up hurts. But I couldn't help but think of the day when she saw Katie and I together. I don't think she had expected it. She looked genuinely surprised and hurt. A pang of guilt clutched my heart. I didn't realize until now that she hadn't cheated on me, that or she didn't mean to. She had truly been genuine and kind, no matter how much she just wanted me for sex or wanted to get with Roger Davies.

I had two words for the dilemma I found myself in: oh, shit.

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Stay out of the light
Or the photographs that I gave you
You can say a prayer if you need to
Or just get in line and I'll grieve you
Can I meet you, alone
Another night and I'll see you
Another night and I'll be you
Some other way to continue
To hide my face

Another knife in my hands
A stain that never comes off the sheets
Clean me off
I'm so dirty, babe
It ain't the money
And it sure as hell ain't just for the fame
It's for the bodies I claim and those
Only go so far to bury them
So deep and down we go
Down

And down we go
And down we go
And down we go
And we all fall down

Touched by angels though, I fall out of grace
I did it all so maybe I'd live this everyday

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