Chapter 15:

It had been weeks that Oliver was held hostage. He wasn't quite sure he could take it all. He was going to go insane. His hand was starting to get infected, and he couldn't even cradle it. The shackles were too tight he couldn't bring his hands together to clap, much less tend to an injury. The room smelled of rotting flesh and weeks worth of vomit. His mother was decomposing, and actually mummifying.

His arms hurt. He could no longer put them down, and they were cramped and sore. He had lost weight, his clothes were torn and dirty. And his heart was heavy knowing exactly what Voldemort wanted from him.

He wanted Oliver to kill Harry.

His eyes burned. He shut them tight to fight back the tears but to no avail. He was a prick. All this time he was fighting with Harry, and now all he wanted to do was embrace him. Protect him from this sick son of a bitch who had no problems killing a fourteen year old child.

Or protect him from the sick son of a bitch who only used him for sex.

He was a prick. A big prick. He deserved what was happening. But his mother didn't deserve to die, and neither did Harry. He had to get out of here. Someway, somehow. He had to get out and save Harry.

The large door opened yet again. This time a man Oliver didn't recognize stepped through. He was young, with stringy straw colored hair. "Mr. Wood. What an honor." He too looked familiar. Not, like Oliver had seen him before, but he looked like someone he knew. "Excuse me, where are my manners. My name is Barty Crouch. Junior. Of course." Crouch's son. How interesting. Crouch the crazed Death Eater hunter spawns a Death Eater. Ironic, very ironic.

"You know I'm a big fan of yours."

"Join the club, we have buttons." At this point, Oliver was too tired, and too pissed to hold his tongue.

Crouch smiled maliciously. "I'm already a member of your fan club. President actually. The buttons were my idea." He pulled his jacket away to reveal a large button with Oliver's face on it. The screened blanked and the words "Wood's got the goods" were written out in his teams colors. Then went back to the picture. It winked at him.

"Nerd."

Crouch let go of his jacket. He sneered at Oliver before speaking. "Well, needless to say, when the Dark Lord told me he had taken you into custody, I had to come and meet you. The infamous Oliver Wood. It seems only a year ago, you were still student at Hogwarts."

"It was only a year ago. For fan club president, you really are a bit slow, aren't you?" Oliver knew he was only going to be able to keep this up for so long before Crouch grew tired of this.

"Yes well, it's a shame I must say. Had the Dark Lord's plan started last year, well, I could have very well met you at school. Maybe see if your reputation was true." He winked. Oliver rolled his eyes. "Haven't you heard? I'm the new Defense Against the Dark Arts Teacher."

"I bet you love saying that one five times fast." Crouch grew angry. He stepped further into the room and backhanded Oliver across the face. It stung, but Oliver wouldn't let him know that for the life of him. "I'm sorry I'm confused did you just hit me, or is there a breeze in here?" Crouch pulled out a small pocket knife, fuck, Oliver thought. Crouch shoved the knife in Oliver's torso. This time he did scream. Crouch covered his mouth with his hand as he pulled out the blade. Oliver's screams were muffled by the hand.

Crouch put his mouth to the younger man's ear. "Next time you smart mouth me, I'll make you useless to a woman." He put the knife away and took his hand away. He began to leave the room. "Or, in your case, a man." Oliver was panting hard. He looked down himself to see his blood run down his skin.

"FUCKER!" he yelled as loud as he could. He was going insane in here. He had to get out. But how? The only thing he was ever good at was Quidditch and sex. And Quidditch was out. Wormtail never went anywhere without Voldemort, plus he was a eunuch. So he was out.

At that moment Frederick walked in. Frederick was kind of like his guard slash medic. He was entrusted to keep Oliver alive until the day of the third and final task of the Triwizard Tournament. Which was increasingly getting closer. Oliver suddenly found a way out.

"How are you today Mr. Wood?" Frederick asked. Oliver forced a smile. Frederick wasn't exactly the most attractive man. Quite the contrary of what he was used to. But he was gay, and he was Oliver's only chance.

"As good as I can be Frederick." Frederick pulled out his wand to heal Oliver's fresh wound. Oliver mentally sighed before lifting up foot and stroking Frederick's covered leg. "And how are you?" Frederick shivered at the touch.

"Mr. Wood-"

"Please, call me Oliver." He licked his upper lip. Frederick stood back a little. Oliver didn't lower his leg. "What's wrong? I don't bite." he smiled. "Hard." Frederick made a loud gulping sound.

"Mr. Wood. O-Oliver, I am not permitted to -er- fraternize with the -er-prisoners."

"Well then," Oliver lifted his leg higher so it was now on Frederick's manhood. He started to message it. "I suppose I'm wasting my time, then huh?" Frederick closed his eyes as though he were enjoying it.

"Please Mr. Wood," he was sweating now.

"Please what? Stop?" Oliver took his foot down. "Fine," he pouted. Frederick's eyes shot open.

"No, I mean, I meant, please don't stop." He blushed. "I-I-I mean. Mr. Wood."

Oliver smiled. "You think my foot is good, you should see my hand move." He paused for dramatic effect. "Or my mouth." Frederick whined. "But you aren't allowed to fraternize. Besides, I'm chained up." Oliver knew that Frederick was erect, and he doubted he had sex very often. Just how long would it take to break him?

Apparently not long. Frederick pulled out his wand again and pulled Oliver's shackles off. He was good. Oliver smiled and lightly rubbed his broken hand. It hurt like hell. "Thanks," he said to Frederick before punching him hard in the face. Frederick fell to the floor unconscious. "Sorry, Freddy, but I'm not that desperate." He grabbed Frederick's wand. "Petrificus totalus!" he whispered and Frederick's entire body went stiff. Oliver pulled off Frederick's clothes with his good hand and put them on himself. Then he shackled him to the wall. He looked down at his mother. He couldn't just leave her here. He pulled off his shoe, tapped it with the wand and mumbled a spell. Very quietly, he didn't want anyone to know what he was doing.

He grabbed his mother's brittle hand, and touched his shoe. He felt a pulling at his nearly healed torso, the room went whizzing out of sight. He flew through space, his hand was glued to the shoe and to his mother. Finally things started to slow down and he landed at the one place he knew he'd be safe. The Three Broomsticks. Rose was behind the bar as usual. She jumped and screamed as she saw her close friend land on top of an empty glass on the bar.

"Oliver! Oh my god!" She rushed to help him. Oliver's mother landed on the ground, and broke up into different pieces. His good hand was still holding hers.

Oliver grabbed Rose with his broken hand, at this point he was too numb to feel the pain. "Help," he could barely speak. "Help Harry," he had a hard time breathing. "He's in trouble."

Tell me who you think Oliver should end up with. Its your decision, I'll be taking a poll, the person with the most votes will be the winner and hook up with Oliver at the end. If you don't vote, I'll pick and you might not like it. Here are your choices:

A.) Harry

B.) Eric

C.) Hermione

D.) Draco

E.) Other.

So far the scores are as follows:

A.) Harry-18

B.) Eric-2

C.) Hermione-3

D.) Draco-1

E.) Other-4-Marcus Flint

come on up and vote!