Chapter 18:
Eric was dead.
"Bastard!" Oliver yelled. But it was all he could do. He was still tied up. He tried tp fight it, but he couldn't. He started to cry. Sobs shook his entire body. It was all his fault. His mother was dead because of him. Eric was dead because of him. And that him hard. He did love Eric. And the last time he saw him, he wasn't necessarily nice. In fact, he broke the other man's heart. Why? Because that was Oliver Wood. He hurt people. He was a whore. He used Eric, just like he used Harry, and Draco, and Hermione. He used people. He used them because he could. No other reason. And he hated himself. He hated himself more than he hated Voldemort. Which was saying a lot.
"Why the fuck do you keep doing this to me!" He yelled between sobs. Wormtail knelt down in front of him. He smiled in what he probably thought was warm, but it just came out sick and twisted.
"Because the boy loves you." The tears burned his eyes. "And you love him. Now what do you think the best punishment for this boy would be, then to have to man he loves be the one to kill him. After of course, we bring the Dark Lord back. That's vital to the mission." He flicked Oliver's chin, he jerked away. "There there. Stop crying. It will all be over in a matter of minutes. When Harry grabs hold of that cup he'll be whizzed here, and the Dark Lord will return, you'll kill Harry, then Madame Pomfrey will kill you," he said all of this with amazing calm. Oliver had half a mind to chuckle.
"You make it sound so easy." Wormtail rubbed Oliver's cheek with the palm of his hand. Then he leaned in and kissed him on the forehead.
"We all have to make sacrifices for the Dark Lord." Oliver blinked.
"Is everyone in this country gay?" Wormtail chuckled, for a moment. Then slapped the younger man hard across the face. It stung. But it didn't hurt.
"Watch your tongue little boy." He growled.
"Wormtail," said the bundle. "Let the boy go. That's Pomfrey's job. We, have to prepare for the arrival of our very special guest." Wormtail stood and walked away. "Madame Pomfrey, you can keep our celebrity friend company for a while, can't you?" She grinned in sheer delight. Oliver gulped.
She raised her wand. "Wait," Oliver shouted. She did. He was stunned. He didn't think that was going to work. "Look you don't want to do this."
"Oh yes I do."
"No. Look, I'm sorry about Kevin. Really. I'm an asshole. Alright. I didn't rape your son. But I used him. Since I was young, I realized, that I could get any man I wanted. And I took full advantage of that. I didn't care who I hurt. And look where it got me? Look there are few people I truly loved in this world. And that bastard just succeeded in killing two of them. And he wants me to kill Harry," he figured it was better if he didn't mention Hermione. He didn't want anything to happen to her. "And I love Harry more than I've ever loved anyone. Please. If you have ever been in love before, just let me go." She would think he was lying. He couldn't blame her for that. But something scared him. His little speech, he actually meant. He spoke from his heart instead of his balls for once.
Pomfrey lowered her wand. Oliver released the air he didn't realize he had been holding.
"His name was Jason." He was confused for a moment, but it soon passed. She had been in love before. Which is why she understood what he was going through. "I met him at the Quidditch World Cup about thirty years ago. We were engaged to be married."
"What happened?" Pomfrey started to sob hysterically. She fell to her knees.
"He was killed. By a Death Eater." He couldn't help but blink. Fortunately she didn't see it. But she started to laugh. "Oh the irony. The love of my life is killed by a Death Eater, and I go and join in with He-Who-Must-Be-Named himself." She sighed, and shut her eyes tightly. "Voldemort. His name is Voldemort." she opened her eyes again. They were bloodshot and swollen. "Dear god, what have I done? I killed my own son. I hated you, when I should have hated myself. Oliver, you must understand, I needed someone to blame. You were the easiest target. Before you, I hated Kevin." She looked away. "I hated my own son. Because he looked so much like his father."
"Jason," she nodded. She turned back to him, and wiped her cheeks with her fingers.
"I can't do it anymore. I can't keep blaming everyone else for my problems. And I can't go through with this." She grabbed Oliver's neck and brought him into a hug. "Ollie, I want you to tell them, tell all of them, that I'm sorry. And tell them." She choked back a sob. "I don't expect them to forgive me," Finally she released him. "But I will still ask for it. Bring that message back to Dumbledore for me." He nodded.
"If I make it out of here alive, I will. I swear." She smiled warmly at him. And suddenly, he was reminded of his mother. When he was a young boy, she would be reading a book by the fireplace, and he would just come and crawl on her lap. She would look at him with such adoration in her eyes. They wouldn't say anything, but every look she gave him, every time she touched his hair, was full of her love. And he killed her.
Madame Pomfrey wiped a tear from his cheek. Then she kissed it. "Take care Ollie." He nodded.
She put her wand to her breast, inhaled, and exhaled deeply. And whispered to simple words. "Avada Kadavra." A green light flashed in her eyes, and she slumped over dead. Oliver was too numb to shed so much as a tear. The last few weeks have drained him of everything he had. There wasn't much more he could take.
A light flashed somewhere to his left, where Voldemort stood. He jerked his head away from the newest cadaver. "Kill the spare," he heard Voldemort say. And another green flash hit a boy in the chest.
I hate to admit this, but I'm coming to a close very soon. Can you believe it? Only took me a year to do it. Lol, well, R&R, please. The next chapter will be a while till I post. Most likely. Till next time, my adoring fans! Alright I'll settle with reliable fans, ok?