"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.
"I see your brain thinks, Oliver Wood. What does it think? Are you thinking of the pain that you cause my daffodil? Or are you thinking of more treacherous things that could be done to her. She's shall not be hurt no longer. Because I'm not sure if you understand my words, Oliver Wood, but you hurt her and you hurt her bad. Of course, not every girlfriend expects to come to school one day and see her boyfriend openly public with another women, especially the one you were with. Tell me, had you two been together the whole time? Or was it just a platonic relationship up till now?"
What now, I ask myself…He was shouting now and I felt trap, claustrophobic in this spinning world of lights, sounds, and smell. I sure wasn't used to these situations but I knew that I felt really comfortable in them. Sadly, I think that my place resigned in these areas, areas that threatened yet exhilarated at the same time. Places where you have to be constantly on your guard, never letting down your front.
"So tell me, Oliver Wood."
His voice was silent now. He was still and the world seemed to slow down. He was calm and collected. His voice rose with anticipation but he was tranquil and tried to relinquish
"Please tell, Oliver Wood, how you came about my sister only to kill her inside."
He stopped.
…
Was that it?
…
Did he honestly expect me to respond to that?
I looked around guiltily for a while, pondering the answer to this bizarre question.
…
My mind drew a blank. The beat of the bass came back to me full-throttle and I felt the party coming in around me. I knew that wasn't true. I knew that I was still standing wholly in the small room in the back being interrogated by a dangerous man who just happened to be directly related to my ex-girlfriend, whom, according to her, I had never broken up with.
I decided that it was my turn for the soliloquy. After all, every hero gets one.
"Your sister and I had a good relationship, Francis. We honestly had a hearty, loving relationship as boyfriend and girlfriend. Trust me, she was a great girlfriend. And here, I tried to be the most honest and humble boyfriend I could be. It is rather hard going out with her, but I managed. And trust me, she got along with your guiding hand. On a side note, I think that she can handle herself more than you think she can. She's a good person. She knows what she has to offer and does so accordingly. She knows that men drool over her and women are envious, and she ravishes that attention. That was one thing that I love so much about Alix. She's herself. She doesn't care what everyone else things about her, the only thing she cared for when we were together were… us. She took care of me when I needed and I did so for her also. As for our splitting, it's still a confusing matter. I… I got word that she had cheated on me, heaven forbid, and lashed out. Don't worry, I didn't touch her. I assumed from that that we had split and didn't want to deal with the drama that comes with a broken relationship. I had liked this other girl, Katie Bell, for some time now. And here comes my chance, right when both are mates cheated on us, we were there and finally, after so many years of waiting, I finally did get the girl of my dreams. And I apologize that it wasn't your girl. We weren't meant to be."
The silence was torment. I ended on the note that comforted me but I had a feeling that he didn't buy. He was pacing now, a relief to find that his face no longer haunted mine. I waited for the answer because I had no idea on how to interpret his reaction. He finally responded.
"So did you come here for the drinks and merriment? Or was your main purpose to speak with me… about Alix, about you?"
"Both," I responded simply.
He was quiet for a while again. "You do realize that Alix never cheated on you. Here, have a drink," he said quietly, handing me a whiskey. I looked at him strangely, unwilling to take the offered glass.
"What do you mean?" I stared at the man, no really trusting the drink in his hand.
He gave me a funny look on his handsome face. "What's so hard to understand? She didn't screw up, you did."
A fury spark inside of me. Why was I getting blamed for this? "What the hell are you talking about? Of course she cheated on me!"
"Where's your proof?" said Francis, still offering the glass.
"Where's your proof?" I retorted harshly.
"My proof," he stated simply, "is that I'm her brother. On the contrary, you're her ex-boyfriend. She didn't cheat on you. You simply jumped to the strange conclusion that she did as an excuse to get out of the relationship and go with your sweetheart because you finally had your chance. You never meant to be with her. Cheapskate. Now, drink."
I stared at the man before me in awe of his nobility. Any normal twin brother would have pounded me by now. But of course, I was a lucky one and found myself drinking a whiskey with my ex-'s twin brother.
Jolly.
Time seemed to fly and I lost track of the number. I was tearing them down like I had done in the old days and both Francis and I seemed to notice the effects. Everyone in the room was either wasted, stoned, high on something unnatural, or all over someone else, regardless of age. Currently, Francis and I were laughing hysterically about the drink I just spilled all over the front of his sleek pants.
We chatted like old friends and our drunken selves found ourselves unable to help spilling some of the deepest secrets that were known to man. We had congregated from the comfortable sofa's to the large room beside his. And I must say that we made a rather extravagant entrance.
The room was a party room, pure and simple. We had decided to bring a party into the party. The lights were flickering and abundant and my adrenaline escalated. The bodies were pressed against each other in ways that were unbelievable. The beat pounded against my body as we weaved our way through unfamiliar Slytherins of all ages. The music was indistinguishable, as it was both too loud to hear at all and not loud enough to overcome the sound penetrating from the room. The room was heated and it was musty. It was getting harder by the second to see, let alone breath. The smell was extravagant and the sight was a wonder.
I loved it.
The doors had opened up our extravagant flamboyant appearance. No one seemed to notice and if they did they probably thought that they were drunk or something. The doors simple shoved people out of the way as we pushed our way through the crowd we found a sofa and some poufs in the middle of the room somewhere and people lounging on the seats. Francis and I were as drunk as hell but we couldn't help our cheers and all around "hoot-hollering" that we perpetuated. I was having a blast and Francis and I couldn't stop laughing.
"DRINK! DRINK! DRINK!" becomes my constant and most recent chant of the night. I was in ecstasy and that was probably literally true seeing as my drinks weren't all exactly legal but rather lethal.
I laughed loudly as we proceeded to parade around the bodies, occasionally groping or dancing with a few of them, and making our way to a random gaggle of girls who looked extremely desirable before continuing on again to repeat it. It was extremely enjoyable and would have been more pleasing had I been single. Of course, our night seemed to settle down. We got angrier the drunker we got and the hyperness and all around jackassing wore off. I was temporarily disappointed. Francis found a half-naked girl to indulge himself in and I found… another shot of booze with my name on it.
There were a pack of men surrounding me and Francis (and his lady) at this point but no one seemed to care who I was or what was going on. One of them that I didn't recognize was passing around a bud of pot for everyone. I think I took the most when it came to me. I relished as the sweetest feeling reached my brain and I was free. I felt the sensation that had once left me come rushing back and I felt like the old Oliver, with not limits. I was Oliver Wood, the one who could out-drink, out-smoke, and generally out-whatever anyone, anytime.
And I was proud.
Our gaggle of men seemed to fizzle down to three and me. It was comfortable. Apparently, the other five had found a lady or something else to distract them. One of the men had a woman but she was busy and he wasn't and perfectly fine with that. We carried on a conversation, or rather something that was hard to follow, slurred, completely off tangent, and loud with no meaning whatsoever. Richard, a 5th year who hated all females in generally, cheated on his last three girlfriends with a man. I didn't even know that there were four plus gay men in Hogwarts alone. He also stated that he didn't even remember anything about it so I figured that my thoughts were right and there weren't four plus gay men in Hogwarts alone. Dick here was confused with life and didn't know how to sort out his trouble.
Our Alcoholics Anonymous session seemed to go down fairly well. We were joking around and made a name for us, "The Dramatic, Drinking Dicks of Dogwarts". I'm not sure what it means, but it sure does have some deep meaning somewhere in there. By now, Dick found himself a nice blonde and was currently on the floor; the other three of us continued as if nothing happened.
Stephon was misunderstood. He was only a 3rd year and his mum had already pre-arranged his marriage for a girl (apparently ugly beyond belief) who hadn't even entered the first year. The family was "rich, prosperous, and you better damn well know them, boy." Stephon had no choice. Poor Stephon. So, instead of rebelling against his mother, he chose another life. While at Hogwarts, he had as many girlfriends as he could possibly imagine, sleeping with almost everyone of them. He often snuck off to these parties, finding girls, drinking buddies, and drinks. Sometimes, he even snuck off to the bars and clubs of Hogsmeade, but that was risking seeing as his mother or father or someone that they knew could be there. Technically, the poor bloke was cheating on little Esmerelda right now by making out with the 7th year Slytherin.
The third bloke, or second depending on how you look at it, was terribly shy. This was the second time in his whole life that'd he gotten drunk and I felt sorry for the poor lad. He's never had a girlfriend or let alone a girl of any time (save for the redhead that was particularly fond of him when we first met) and was brought by his dormmates to finally get him a girl. His father had some relation with a dark, pureblood family that was mixed the "bloody well fucking Dark Lord himself! Imagine that!" Nathaniel, a 5th year, was planning on a prosperous career in the Daily Prophet or perhaps Interior Designing and would like to thank his mother for all her support, no matter how much involved in that son-of-a-bitch they were.
And well, that leaves me. I had no care in the world (seeing as I couldn't really think at all) and continued to get more and more wasted as my side of the story went on. Our group increased by three more men, their girls, and about two girls to go between Stephon, Nathaniel and I. Of course, I didn't really have one (save for the ones already on top of me… Oh, I lost track. I had no idea what was going on…). I told them story, starting with me getting knocked out by Marcus Flint. I blushed at that part when they guffawed loudly, proudly proclaiming the victory of their Slytherin King and the downfall of "a fucking Gryffindor!" 'Course, they knew where I was from but didn't particularly care at this point. My next topic flew to Alix, the girl of my bloody dreams. They oo'ed and aww'ed at all the right time, feeling as it were their duty to respond to my fascinating stories between blow jobs.
Here is where I had to take a break from my story, because you see, some rather tantalizing brunette happened to be swaying her big, jeaned bottom in my face. I found it sitting on my lap and next thing I knew we were making out. Her mouth was warm against my slick lips and her tongue relaxing. My hands found the hem of her shirt as her hands slid up unto my tangled Scottish hair. She proceeded to press up against me as my conscience and drunken mind battled with each other for discipline and morals. Of course, being drunk, nothing mattered. As far as I knew, I wasn't even suckling a random girl's neck for all I ever wanted. A deep moan elicited my throat as she sighed contentedly. I was surprised to hear her over the music but I realized that it was unmistakable. A few minutes later, I felt the need to end this and broke away from her, breathing heavily. I downed another pint of whiskey as she rested on my lap, whispering sweet nothings on my neck, and I proceeded to tell the tale.
Yet I was oblivious to many things. One of these many things was that I was too drunk to even work properly and should stop. However, I believe that even the conscious part of my brain was drunk off my ass, just like the rest of me. Another of the many things I were oblivious too was, along with me being stoned due to the assumption of drinks I had had, I also just cheated on my girlfriend. Now, all boyfriends are aloud a little clemency for cheating on their girlfriends every once in a great while. Especially while drinking. Of course, I don't think I had any. Well, firstly, we both had just been cheated on. But did I care? Most male members cheat for three common reasons. 1. They got bored of what they had and felt they needed an extra spice in their life. 2. They plan it, not originally wanted to be with their current girlfriend and with someone else (anyone else) or a certain person. They don't really care... at all. 3. By accident. "It just happened!" is one of those common phrases repeated by men alike to their current and may-be-former girlfriends. But that wasn't what I was oblivious too. The third thing that I was, in fact, oblivious to was not the many people that didn't notice us, but the one that did.
I continued as if nothing happened because I wasn't fazed at all. I told them all that happened with Alix, all the problems we were having and then the fact that I thought she cheated on me and I went off and got a girlfriend. They were appalled. And so was the girl, who I fed some of my booze to make sure she was drunk. Then my drunk self kept talking.
My story went on to say that life sucked, yada yada yada, and that, oh, I hated Alix. My booze rant seemed to be the one that killed me. I knew that I shouldn't have messed with a Slytherin's twin sister as I could tell their temper's flared immediately. Nonetheless, I continued going on about how Alix was some random slut whom I care nothing for and she always worked the room.
"She's nothing but a—but a, well, a fucking-fu—BITCH! I HATE HER! SHE RUINED ME! I mean, I mean, I can't—I can't, ho—how can you—you? I mean? It doesn't make any SENSE! NO BLOODY SENSE! First my DAD—ddad… bloody well ddies then my mum," sob, "doesn't," sob, "even," sob, "know," sob, "my," sob, "NAAAAAAAME! But-but-but… but I'm—I'm, I'm over that, yeah… I still—hate her, I DO! She… sh-she think sh-sh-she can get away with fucking MURDER! Well… oh yeah? Oh… Oh… I'll—oh. I will. She doesn't even KNOW what hit her until, you know."
For another ten minutes, I continued to blubber nonsense about me wanted to slaughter the poor Ravenclaw because I hated her previous guts and she wasn't worthy of anything of my greatness. It was pure boastful and pure drunkenness, but the guys I was hanging out with couldn't tell.
I remember stating one more thing. "Yeah, that girl," I said, calming down, "she's really a bitch. She's a slut, a whore, and she bloody well sleeps around! For goodness sakes, she cheated on me! Ha! Fucking cheated, she did. On me, Oliver fucking Wood. Bloody hell. I'm going to break her, you know. Let her know what she's messing with. Because no one… no one messes with Oliver Wood."
My soliloquy stopped. A voice came from behind me and I whipped around but was unable to make out the speaker. "I mess with you. Because you messed with her."
Before I knew what was happening, I saw, for a split second, a largely sized fist come ramming into my right eye. My attacker was ruthless. His fists continued to pummel me in the stomach and face until I could feel the hot, stinging blood ooze down my face. My body was in complete pain and I was blind to whatever was attacking me. I felt the fist come at me still and tried desperately to put up a defense. With help to the intoxication, tears started to stream down my face as I realized that I was going to die here—with no Katie—in a room filled to the brim with Slytherins. I was as good as dead and broken.
I hit the floor hard and I felt my shoulder pop with pain. The claustrophobia was kicking in and the room started to close in on me. I felt my brain starting to buckle under the emotional stress as the toe of my attacker's boot fought against my spine. The burning was unmistakable and I wasn't sure how much more I could handle.
Then suddenly, it all stopped. The throbbing ached and penetrated my skull but the initial pain had worn down and I was no longer being attacked. I felt more free than I had been in my entire life. For a second I figured I was dead, but that was wrong. The strong scent of the booze, cocaine, and sweat reached my nose and I suddenly felt violently ill and awake. My eyes began to sting and I realized that I was no longer as drunk as I had been.
Unsteadily, I rose to my feet, waving on the solid ground, before standing tall and straight to find my attacker. My right eye wasn't opening fully as it had been pummeled quiet well but my left one was working well enough to make out who had attacked me.
He was standing a good five feet away from me in the circle that had formed around us, all trying to flee the fighting duo. He was still breathing heavy and his shoulders were heaving. As I looked closer, his clothes were ruined as they hadn't been before and he was completely and obviously drunk. His shirt was hanging off his shoulders and his hair a sight. Sweat glistened off him and I realized that I was just his weekend workout. His teeth snarled and his throat growled and for a second I was afraid. In fact, I was very afraid. He was buff and the welts and bruises that had already formed on my delicate body was a sign for that. He had worked out, that's for sure, and I wondered vaguely if I was equal to him.
I stared at my attack her thoroughly. He was built and rugged something I hadn't seen before. A thought struck me: I could take him.
Without any warning, I launched myself at him. Either he was prepared for it or not, he took me on instead of dodging my futile attempts. This time, my aim was direct and deadly. I heard his nose crunch loudly as my left fist connected directly with the bridge of his nose. Hand throbbing, I returned it to his abdomen as he doubled-over, then taking his face by driving my right knee. I stood him up and punched him thoroughly with my right as he flung backward into the crowd of dancing people. He was shocked; probably didn't know that I had the strength in me.
He returned with a vengeance. This time, I was prepared for it and could barely steel myself for his counter attacks. He feigned a left hook before I realized three seconds too late as he drove his knee into my xipohoid process a sharp quick crack echoing even throughout the largest chamber down in these music filled dungeons. He did another three jabs to my eye, each of them pushing it further into my socket with a sickening squelch. I finally returned him with my elbow to his nose. The poor thing was ready to fall off as bloody flowed from the inferior edge. His fist wrenched up my intestines again before I grabbed his head and ramming full on into my knee. His nose nearly broke off. I drove a left hook to his cheek and punched him in the chin, sailing backward. He was a bloody mess, dripping from his nose, chin, and other areas of the body.
But we weren't done. Ignoring the mounds of blood flowing from me, he attacked me again. We hit the floor hard and I lost all control of my breathing. As he wound up each time, sailing his rock-solid fist into my face even harder each time. The pain had increased aggressively and was worried that my immune system would go and be numb to pain. Coughing, I sputtered the blood that oozed from my teeth and rolled instinctively on my side. This earned me a swift, pain-rendering kick to my lower ribs with a quick crack. Again and again, he broke my ribs and my muscles in my back. I felt my body bruise and roll into the feeble position as my beating continued again. The pain was so great that I couldn't stand it.
As soon as I was about to succumb to the pain and fade to black, it stopped again. It was déjà vu and it was relaxing. This time, I laid there, unable to physically push myself up. My muscles throbbed and ached and my hangover had come early this year.
The pain subsided and the noise around me thundered back in quickly, rushing into my eardrums like water back into the sea. The smell burnt the hail in my nose like acid and it felt as if the air around me was heating up at a rapid degree. My breathing was scarce and I was confused, lost for once in my lost.
At this point, I almost lost it. All the horrible things came flooding back to me from years before. The dreams I had about my father haunted me along with the bad nights with my mother when she would wake up and be screaming while I stand there helpless. Words from the Slytherins roamed in my mind and I remembered a nasty Bludger or two that I had taken a couple years ago, when Flint was at large. Katie getting hurt… Alix… all the horrible things that I had gone through in my life had decided to dwell in my brain at this point in time and I couldn't let them go.
My body was feeling weaker but stronger. I felt that I might be able to move and get out of this place before anything had happened. For the first time this night, I saw the light and not in a buzzed sort of way. I felt this beacon of hope beckon me to move and help me and rush of cool air hit my raw face. I felt happy and if I could, I would have smiled. At this point, I felt like nothing could destroy me and I felt like I was king of the world. The light shined further on me and could feel my body rebuilding itself. I could almost feel Katie at my side, whipping her wand around and performing healing spells on me. And I wanted to jump around for joy. I didn't care whether the man who attacked had declared victory or even left… but I was alive.
And then it came. It hit me like nothing had ever hit me before and I wasn't ready for it. My heart literally stopped beating for a moment and my light shattered around me, landing in shards on my skin and sinking further into my bloody stream as it coursed through my veins. The pain was more unbearable than anything I had ever experienced was. I felt as if the bloody within me was on fire and that no heat came from my body. My whole body was like one sharp pain and a grinding needle in my skin. It burnt it, scarred it, and it tore. The pain tore at ever flesh it could encounter and every organ that was too perfect for its own good. It seeped through everything that I owned all that I knew to be mine and overtook it, killing it. I felt as if my body was to explode from shear pain. I was writhing on the floor of the cold dungeon floor that was going nothing to help my body's condition or temperature. The ragged stones cut into my shirt, tearing it away to get to my body. But I didn't notice. I felt the whips lashing out at my back, bringing with it shards of skin and flesh and part of me
It slowed down. I felt it draw back it's hammer and strike me again. This time, with more vengeance and need to kill. It forced on me a feeling of unwanting and pain. The torture was unbearable even more than my screams that echoed throughout the chamber. I wanted nothing more than to kill myself and relieve my heart from its pain and my lungs from its suffering. I wondered how long it would go on and if I would remember any of it. My mind went into its state of shocks and the pain became a habit. It was still numbing, breaking and fear-worthy but it was known. I felt pain, that's for sure, but I know now what pain is. So as I writhed on the floor, moaning and screaming for salvation, I pleaded with the attacker through my mind, prayer that this would no longer endure on me.
And it stopped. That night I died inside, not due to the Killing Curse feared by many, but instead by the Cruciatus Curse that had been performed and had taken from me something I cared for. And there, standing above me, was Francis Eddins.
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And we'll all dance
alone to the tune of your death
We'll love again,
we'll laugh again
And it's better off
this way
Well/And never again,
and never again
They gave us two
shots to the back of the head
And we're all dead
now (repeat)
Well I tried one more night, one more night
well I'm laughin' out, cryin' out, laughin' out loud
I tried, well I tried, well I tried,
'Cause I tried, but I lied
I lied
I tried, I tried, I tried
And we'll love again
and we'll laugh again
We'll try again
and we'll dance again
And it's better off
this way
So much better off
this way
I can't clean the
blood off the sheets in my bed
Never again, and
never again
They gave us two
shots to the back of the head
And we're all dead
now
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A/N: Ooh, yeah a
little dark. I hadn't meant for it to be so sad at the end, but
whatev. :D…
My Chemical Romance again. It's the same song just a lil later on. "I never told you what I do for a living". I love it. It's number 13. sigh. Um. That's it.
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