From Miserable to Spectacular
Authors Note: I'm going to be honest. After being lazy all of this time I don't know anyone who would want to go and re-read to remember what happened and then catch up to read my newest chapters now that I'm unlazy... So I understand if no one reads this. Also I PROMISE PROMISE PROMISE YOU that there will be more or Katie coming up shortly!
Thanks to anyone who's still reading this.. and also to the reviewers the reviewed! it gives me a little more motivation to write and not be lazy!
CHAPTER 8 – Friends Like You
Everyone rushed up to Oliver. What was said hadn't meant to be heard by him, and now Dumbledore felt bad about mentioning it.
"Are you okay Oliver?" they asked him.
He was still crying, and seemed much shaken by the news he had heard seconds before. Charlie removed himself from Oliver's grasp and stood up with the rest of the people around them.
"When were you going to tell me?" he demanded.
Dumbledore was the first to speak.
"When you were feeling a bit better," he said.
Upon hearing that Oliver shook his head. He looked at everyone eye to eye before peering down at the ground. He stopped sobbing, and instead started to gloat at the possibility he would never see his parents again.
"If it makes you feel better the ministry has gathered a search party, and they are looking continuously for them," Dumbledore said.
Oliver looked up towards Dumbledore in a state of rage, and got to his feet. He turned around and headed for the door to the room he had just gotten out of. He opened and slammed the door shut. Finding his wand, he locked the door with a charm no one could break.
He rushed to his bed and fell into it. He started to cry like "a girly man" and fell asleep teary eyed.
(4 hours later)
A distraught Oliver walked out of the room. He walked down the staircase and into the kitchen without bothering to look out for anyone. He hit someone head on and they both went flying backwards.
Looking up he noticed it was Harry that he had hit.
"Sorry Harry didn't see you there," he said.
Harry put his glasses back on and looked at Wood.
"Looks like you've been crying what's on your mind?" Harry asked.
"You wouldn't understand."
"You don't know that until you tell me."
"Alright let's see if we can get out of here for a few, and I'll talk to you over some ice cream then," Oliver said.
The pair walked into the kitchen to see a few of the order and Mrs. Weasley.
"Mrs. Weasley is it alright if Harry and I go into Diagon Alley for awhile?" Oliver asked.
Mrs. Weasley contemplated whether she should let the duo go alone, but then decided it would be alright.
"Be back by dinner and do me a favor and make sure you tell Fred and George that they HAVE to be backing home for dinner tonight," She said.
Oliver and Harry both agreed with Mrs. Weasley to do her that favor. Then they took some floo powder and floo'd into the leaky cauldron.
They walked into Diagon alley after a short greeting to Tom.
"So now you care to share anything with me?" Harry questioned.
He looked at Wood and vice versa.
"Well first off about my parents because they have just suddenly "disappeared" or "died" or whatever they are trying to tell me," he said.
He paused while Harry took in that information.
"They about my new job at Hogwarts and what I'm supposed to do, and also about this girl I kind of fancy," he finished.
Harry thought about what he was going to say as they walked into Florean Fortes cue's ice cream parlor.
They ordered and sat down at a table in the corner of the store.
"First let's talk about your parents. I know a little about that department. I don't really want to sound jealous so bare with me. I've never had my parents there for me growing up, and I think you should feel lucky to have had this much time with them. But however I know how your feeling right now if anyone is. Never getting the chance to say goodbye and all," Harry said.
Oliver licked his cone a few times, and then looked at Harry.
"I know you're not jealous. I also know that you are right. I never got to say goodbye and something deep within me just tells me they aren't dead or gone," he said.
He went back to licking his cone, and Harry looked at him thinking.
"Ive lurn tust intinct gus al the yers. I yu arn dea ner mght not be dead," Harry spoke in the middle of licking and crunched all his words together.
"I've learned to trust my instinct or my guts all of these years. If you have a feeling they aren't dead you never know they might not be dead," he said after swallowing the clump of ice cream he had managed to fit into his mouth.
Oliver laughed hysterically at Harry.
"WHAT!" Harry exclaimed after a minute of Oliver's continuous laughter.
"It's just you put that clump of ice cream in your mouth and tried to talk and..." Oliver tried to continue, but couldn't after Harry lightly popped him one in the mouth.
Harry shrugged not knowing what to say and took another big chunk of his cone.
After recovering he stared at Harry.
"You know what Harry,"
"What?"
"If it weren't for friends like you I would be such a wreck right now," Oliver said.
"Alright well what about your job? I didn't know you were working at Hogwarts," Harry said changing the subject.
Taking a deep sigh Oliver chuckled.
"Yes, Madame Hooch retired so Dumbledore asked me to be the new flying teacher and quiditch referee at Hogwarts," he said smiling.
Oliver thought to himself that he was very proud that he has been asked to work at Hogwarts.
As they finished their ice cream they decided to go check out quality quiditch supply before going into Weasley Wizard Wheezes' and having a tough time prying the twins away from their work.
"What broom do you have now, Potter?" Wood asked.
Harry Walked Oliver over to the Firebolts.
"I had a firebolt too before I got in that bloody accident," Oliver said speaking of his accident in harsh regards.
"Sirius gave it to me my third year of Hogwarts for Christmas…" Harry said trailing off.
It was still hard for him to get over Sirius.
"SIRIUS! DO you mean.. NOoo Sirius Black? The man who wanted to kill you?" Oliver asked.
His eyes were huge and he couldn't believe what he had heard.
"He never wanted to kill me, but yes that is him, and he 's is well he was my godfather," Harry said.
Tears started to form in Harry's eyes. It was still a sensitive subject and he just really didn't want to get into it.
"I'm sorry Harry, I didn't know... I shouldn't have mentioned it," Wood said putting an arm around Harry.
Trying to give him some mental support, Oliver told Harry that he thought that Gryffindor had a good chance at winning the cup again.
They walked out of Quality Quiditch Supply and down the road to Weasley Wizard Wheezes'. Walking into the store they couldn't see either Fred or George, but only Lee Jordon the Weasley twin's best friend.
"Where are Fred and George?" Oliver asked.
Lee looked up from what he was doing and a big white smile appeared on his face.
"WOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOD!" He said in a prolonged high pitch voice. "And of course HARRY!" he added.
"Um.. Hi Lee," Oliver said.
He couldn't help but smiling, and no matter how much Harry was wanting to frown he couldn't help but smiling either.
"Well since you've asked Fred and George said that they needed to get back home and all for something so they asked me to close the store today," he said.
Oliver and Harry found this to be rather odd but didn't say anything they just said goodbye to Lee and headed back to the Leaky Cauldron. Walking on the way, Harry couldn't help but stare at Oliver. After a few seconds Oliver stopped and turned to Harry.
"What are you looking at me like that for?" he asked bluntly.
Harry acted like he didn't know what Oliver was talking about.
"Have you gone mad?" he demanded.
Oliver shook it off and the two began walking at a more fast pace this time. Again Harry stared at Wood, and again he stopped and looked at Harry.
"BLOODY HELL Harry why do you keep staring at me!" he demanded once more.
Harry laughed hysterically and was almost on the ground in tears. Oliver was glad that Harry was in a little better mood, but wanted really bad to know why he had been staring at him.
"So why were you staring at me?" He asked nicer this time as they walked into the leaky Cauldron.
"Well because I noticed when you were our captain you never looked people directly in the eye, and that you never liked people to look directly at you," he said smiling.
Oliver nodded to show he understood.
"So Oliver are you going to tell me what girl problems you've been having," Harry asked.
Grabbing a hand full of floo powder Oliver looked at Harry and said, "Not now I'm not in the mood, and I'm rather hungry, but I promise I'll tell you later."
Harry was okay with that and grabbed a handful of floo powder as well.
They floo'd back into the kitchen at Grimmauld place. Everyone was assembled ready to eat. Oliver looked down towards the end of the table.
Turning to Harry he had an expression of fear on his face.
"What's wrong Wood?" he asked
"Well Potter when I said I'll tell you later about the girl problems I think I need to tell you them now before dinner as in RIGHT NOW!" he said looking back down towards the end of the table.
With that he grabbed Harry's hand and tugged it to show Harry to follow him.
"Mrs. Weasley we'll be right back we need to go wash up before dinner, but you can start without us," Oliver said.
Mrs. Weasley shook her head to tell Oliver she had heard him.
Going by the end of the table Oliver heard Fred remark, "Bet you didn't know she'd be here Oliver now did you."
With that Oliver kicked the chair and let Fred fall as he walked out of the room accompanied by Harry.
... :sighz: i don't really know if that was a good ending or not.. I tried my best to make it good.. so maybe tell me if it was a good ending or not.. I'll try to have a new chapter soon! BUT BELIEVE ME! Two chapters in TWO weeks.. PURELY AMAZING! haven't done that since beginning of last summer!
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