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Chapter Twenty One:

Rosa241

Oliver POV:

I'm basically beaming as I walk into detention which of course earns me a rather strange look from the other three people in the room. Not that I actually care of course. My thoughts about the egg still fresh in my mind are enough to keep me from actually giving a damn about anything else. Maybe I'm wrong but at least it's an idea. At least it's something that I can try to help with.

"Mr Wood if you'd be so kind as to take a seat." McGonagall's words come out clipped and so harsh the smile slips off my face. Slipping into the back row I force my eyes onto the book in front of me.

Potions. Yuck.

I hadn't really cared when I grabbed a book out of my bag, it's not like I'm going to be reading it anyway, but just the thought of having it in front of me sends a shiver down my spine. Flipping it open to a random page I sink into my brain and run over the events of the first trial. It seems forever ago now but in reality it was just a few weeks since my best friend proved the entire school wrong.

People in this school really get on my nerves. There were very few people that believed in Percy (including more Griffindors than I'd like to think) before the first trial. Those same people who actually believed that Percy was going to get himself killed were now singing his praises. Apparently he's now the best thing since sliced bread.

The door opening breaks me out of my thoughts. A slightly red, and rather out of breath, Cedric Diggory slips through the door.

"Sorry I'm late Professor, I got caught up." Translation: I forgot. Naturally McGonagall see's through it.

"In future Diggory at least try to come up with a better excuse for your poor memory. In fact your poor memory is the exact reason you're here, sit!" In a fit of fear he flings himself into the nearest chair, which to my dread is the one right next to me. He sends me a smile before digging out a book and flipping it open. As he starts scratching things down onto the paper I try to force my thoughts onto something else.

I don't know why but something about Cedric Diggory really ticks me off. He never wanted anything to do with Percy before the world cup but all of a sudden it's like he's his shadow or something. Wherever I look Diggory is right behind Percy, staring at him or talking to him. My eyes drift over to where he's writing as my mental tirade continues.

It's not like he's ever been friends with Percy before now. So what's changed? For most people it was the tournament that changed the way they saw my best friend and for some it was the events at the quidditch world cup. Word about the night Percy saved me in the woods spread like wild fire around the school (curtsey of an oddly proud Fred and George I'm sure). But Diggory…

Diggory's been acting like Percy's shadow since before the world cup. It was towards the end of last year that I noticed him hanging round, never thought too much of it at first but now…the more I see him the angrier I get. My thoughts are interrupted once again by the sight that greets me when Diggory turns his sheet of parchment over.

There, scratched into the corner, are the words Percy Weasley. That's not what angers me, now what angers me is the heart drawn around my best friend's name. A growl escapes my throat before I can stop it.

"What's wrong?" He whispers as he glances my way. Noticing where my gaze is locked he blushes furiously before quickly turning the parchment back over. He meets my eyes for a second before turning his head away, clearly wanting to pretend the last few seconds didn't happen.

For the next few minutes I simply stare at the parchment as an odd kind of anger bubbles inside of me. It simmers and simmers, building and building inside of me. It's bubbling so fiercely I honestly think I might explode.

Why am I so angry?

It's not like it's any of my business who Diggory likes.

"It's not what you think alright." He whispers to me as he shoves the paper inside his book. "It was a friend of mine, he thought it'd be funny okay?" His eyes dart over to McGonagall before coming to rest back on mine. After a few seconds of awkward silence he leans forward, dropping his voice again. "Look it was just a joke alright?"

Something inside me snaps at his words and before I can stop myself red clouds my vision. By the time my vision clears pain is radiating up and down my hand whilst Diggory is on the floor with a hand pressed against his nose.

"Mr Wood what on earth do you think you're doing?" McGonagall's furious voice pierces through my fury. It's as she moves towards us that something in Diggory seems to snap as well. Launching himself off the floor he tackles me round the waist and sends me crashing back into the table behind me.

"MR DIGGORY!" McGonagall roars as she races forward.

McGonagall POV:

My feet hustle towards the hospital wing with Pomona at me heels is not something I thought I'd be doing this evening. Those two stupid boys. I still can't piece together what happened. One moment there was complete silence and then all of a sudden Wood's lashing out with his fists. Pomona had been furious when she'd heard about what happened, her anger at both boy's actions evident by the tight frown on her face.

Naturally I'd been worried when Diggory had been knocked out but he'd quickly come round and Poppy had declared him fighting fit in no time. Now there was just the matter of punishment. We'd headed off to talk to Albus whilst Poppy patched the boys up.

"Honestly what on earth you two thought you were doing I'll never know! Fighting in a classroom for merlins sake Oliver. What got into you?" The familiar voice of Percy Weasley reaches my ears and stays my hand as I reach for the door handle.

"It doesn't matter." Diggory protests rather loudly. I think you'll find that it very much does matter young man.

"Oh right. So it doesn't matter that you two just beat the living daylights out of each other in a class room." No one speaks for a minute before Percy's angry tirade starts up again. "How stupid can you two be!?"

"Look it just got out of hand alright? I didn't mean for this to happen." At this Pomona and I enter the hospital wing to be met with the raging eyes of Percy and the sheepish ones of Diggory and Wood.

"But it did happen Mr Wood." My voice has all three occupants snapping their eyes my way. "I have never been so disappointed in my entire life. Violence! Violence in this school is forbidden in any form!"

"I'm sorry. I don't know what happened I just…I just saw red all of a sudden." Despite the fact that he's looking directly at me I know full well that I'm not the one who he was aiming those words at.

"About what?" Pomona asks as she directs her eyes onto Diggory. Judging from the growl that Wood inadvertently releases and the vivid shade of scarlet seeping into the other boys face there is something behind this.

"It doesn't matter…I mean it's stupid really." He quickly backtracks as his blush increases tenfold. "I was just being stupid and I guess it wound Oliver up. I'm sorry I didn't mean what I said I wasn't thinking."

"Said about what?" An exasperated Percy says as he huffs slightly. Flickering his gaze between the two he finally shakes his head and turns his eyes towards me. "Sorry Professor. I best be getting back to the common room, it's getting late." With that he stalks out of the room with obvious anger seeping out of him.

"Now boys, what are we going to do with you?" Both boys wince as they take in the serious expression on both of our faces.

Moody's POV:

The glass shatters against the wall as the contents of the table find themselves flung across the room. Slamming my hand down on the table several times is enough to release a tiny portion of the anger roaring within me. It takes several minutes before I'm calm enough to finally stand up properly and take a shaky breath.

"That kids going to ruin everything." I growl out before taking the flask and glugging another disgusting mouthful of that horrid brew. Percy Weasley was going to destroy all of our plans. I can just feel it. Entering him into that tournament was supposed to be the one thing that destroyed him, it was supposed to take him away from me.

He'll never put together what he saw at the world cup but I can't risk it. He'll never find out who I am, who I really am, but I can't risk it. He's too smart to let this be left to chance. He's suspicious now, just simply suspicious but that'll change before too long. The longer this goes on the riskier it's going to get, the more chance I'll have of getting caught.

I shouldn't be afraid of a teenager but something about him is setting me off the wrong way.

I have to get rid of him.

And that's your lot. Okay I'll sincerely apologise now for leaving it so long but (as I'm sure you teachers out there will know) this teaching lark is seriously time consuming. Between the planning, the marking, the assessing, the freaking observations and the actual teaching…well I've got just about enough time to eat and sleep before the whole thing starts all over again. I've finally managed to find some time between eating and sleeping to get writing. It's a right royal pain in the backside because I've had millions of ideas in my head of where to take this but no time to write them down. Anyhow…

I'll love you and leave you with the promise that I'll update as often as I can but I can't promise when that'll happen (hopefully I find time again within the next week or so).

Hope you enjoyed it.