Chapter 20:
"Kill me yourself!" Harry no! The pain stopped.
"Excuse me?"
"Leave him alone. You want me. Then kill me yourself. Prove once and for all that you are better than me. But don't hurt him anymore." Even in his weakened state Oliver knew that was a bad move. Voldemort sneered.
"Looks like I have no use for you anymore Mr. Wood." Uh oh. "Kill him." Suddenly the pain left him. He stood quickly and dove behind a headstone just in time. A green beam of light was only two feet away from him. He looked back to see Harry running next to him.
"I think we are going to get killed." Oliver said between breaths. Harry somehow manages to smile.
"Come on out Potter!" Voldemort yelled behind them.
"Did you mean what you said?" Oliver smiled at Harry's naivete.
"If I didn't I would have killed you." He leaned in for a quick, yet still passionate kiss. "Good luck," Oliver ran out from behind the headstone towards Cedric's body. He was followed. He made a sharp turn and continued in the direction of a mausoleum. He stopped moving when he was finally out of sight. He could barely breathe but he refused to pant.
"Get back here boy!" Yeah, like that's going to happen. Someone was moving closer. He heard his footsteps. The first thing to come into view was his foot. Oliver balled up his fist. When the Death Eater's mask was in view Oliver's fist met with it. And he was down for the count. Oliver grabbed the Death Eater's wand, and gave him one last kick before he started running again.
"There he is!" someone shouted behind him. Oliver ran faster. His feet were bare and were aching. He felt every twig he stepped on. He jumped over a headstone. His feet came out from beneath him and he fell to the ground with a small oomf. "Wood!" Uh oh. he crawled closer to the concrete rock. He clutched the wand to his chest so tight his skin cracked. Footsteps moved closer. The sound was almost drowned out by his thumping heart. Almost.
"Stupify!" He yelled. The red beam met its target directly in the chest. Two down, countless to go.
"Avada Kadavra!"
"Expelliarmus!" Oliver's head jerked back towards where he left Harry. A bright white light looked as though it was flying out of his hand. A red light seemed to be coming out of Voldemort's.
"Harry!" he yelled. He jumped to his feet and ran. Suddenly all the pain in his feet was gone, his own personal welfare didn't seem to matter. All he felt was fear.
The white light was overpowering the red. Oliver frankly didn't have a clue what that meant. All that mattered was it looked like Harry was winning.
The light reached Voldemort's wand. Something exploded around the two fighters. Oliver stopped moving. What was going on? The Death Eaters stopped trying to kill him and ran to surround Harry and Voldemort. But something was in between them. A huge dome of power or something. Oliver took this opportunity to grab Eric. He ran over to his former boyfriend. Even in death he was beautiful. Oliver felt the guilt filling up again. It was his fault that Eric was dead. But he wasn't just going to leave him here. Hell no.
He dragged Eric towards Pomfrey. He would take them both back. Just as soon as he figured out a way to help Harry.
Though it didn't seem that Harry needed any help. Oliver turned around just to see him running towards Cedric's cadaver. He lunged forward and grabbed a large shiny gold thing that Oliver couldn't quite see, but as soon as it touched his skin Harry and Cedric were gone.
"Harry!" The Death Eaters turned towards him. They all pulled their wands. "Oh shit."
"Crucio!" they all yelled in unison. Oliver's lungs instantly collapsed, his vision was gone and his heart was on the verge of exploding. He would scream but he didn't have enough oxygen to make a peep. He had to get the hell out of here.
He pictured the gate in front of Hogwarts. Clear in his head. Something tugged at his stomach and Oliver went whizzing through space. He was still clutching to both Eric and Madam Pomfrey. Only a few moments later his back slammed into the dirt. He was back at Hogwarts. Yet he still couldn't make a sound. When he coughed it was blood instead of mucus. He was dying.
No! Not yet. He couldn't die just yet. He lifted his wand as much as he could. Red sparks shot out of the end. Come on, he thought. Someone had to have seen that. Please, tell me I'll survive. Tell me I can see Harry again. So I can slap the hell out of him for leaving me there!
Too late. He was gone.
Tada! What did you think? Did you like it? I know this chapter wasn't as good as the last one, nor as long, but eh. Well, lets see, um. I live in Buffalo, and if you turned on cnn recently you will have seen that Buffalo had a really bad snow storm. Its October! There are still leaves on the trees. Yeah, I know it doesn't seem so bad, but the snow was so heavy it brought down full trees. Seriously. My neighbor's tree fell onto my mother's shed, where our snowblower and lawn mower just so happen to be. Our fence fell onto our garbage can and no one seems to have power. So my mom is staying at my dad's house, and my grandparents, because my dad's the only one with power among my family. Sigh. I am going to go crazy! Needless to say, the next chapter will be delayed until further notice. You know, when the tree get pulled out of the road and my mom can go back home.