Hello all! Another chapter is here. So Oliver finally believes that Percy is telling the truth, yay! But how will he react? Well read on and you'll find out.
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Chapter Eighteen:
By Rosa241
Oliver POV:
He's telling the truth.
As the world around me erupts and the snitch lies in Harrys out stretched hand it's the only thought in my mind.
He's telling the truth.
Landing my broom I can't quite get my head around the realisation. He's telling the truth. I thought he was making it up, that he was having me on…but he wasn't. He's telling the truth.
My team surrounds Harry, all jumping for joy at the win but I struggle to celebrate with them. The knowledge of my best friends plight weighs me down. Something inside me seems to be shouting but I don't listen to it. How could this possibly be happening? I just don't understand. To my left Flint is yelling at the top of his lungs.
"He caught it in his mouth. That's against the rules!" His protests were falling, thankfully, on deaf ears as Madame Hooch merely waved him away. "No, no, no. The result doesn't count. He can't catch it in his mouth, we've got to do that again."
Despite the confusion going through my mind I can't help but smile. We beat Slytherin, we beat them hands down thanks to Harry. Just like Percy said we would. Instantly my smile drops and my previous confusion comes flooding back to me.
"Gryffindor win! Gryffindor win! 170 points to a measly 60, Gryffindor win!" Lee Jordans celebrations were immediately cut off and a furious Mcgonagall could be heard giving him a good old fashioned lecture.
"Come on Oliver. Put a smile on that ugly mug of yours, we won!" Fred cheered as he came to my said. George planted himself on the other and instigated a group hug. Forcing my confusion away once more I focused instead on the people in front of me. We won, that's all that matters right now.
Harry POV:
"Don' be ridiculous Hermione." Hagrid sighed as he served up a plate of rocks disguised as scones. "He wouldn't do that."
"But he did!" Hermione protests to no avail. Did she actually think that he'd believe us? No one would. Hagrid merely scoffs and turns back to the pot hovering over the fire.
"But it was him. Hermione and I saw him. He was cursing Harry's broomstick and muttering. He never took his eyes off Harry." Rons words were very of little use, Hagrid had made up his mind.
"It's rubbish is what it is. Why would Snape do somethin' like that?" My mind flashed back to earlier that morning and suddenly something entered my mind.
"He tried to sneak past that three headed dog on Halloween." With that Hagrid promptly dropped the tea pot he was holding, which shattered onto the floor and caused its contents to spill across the carpet. With a furious face he turned back to me.
"How do you know about Fluffy?" Fluffy? Who the hell names a dog Fluffy?
"That thing has a name?!" Hermione questioned as she stared at Hagrid in shock. Right now I think we were all shocked.
"Course he does 'e's mine. I lent him to Dumbledore to guard the…" He trailed off, going slightly pale as he did. Quick as a cat Hermione picked up on Hagrids words and was on him in a second.
"Guard what? What's hidden beneath that trap door? That must be what Snapes trying to steal!" She jumped up from her seat in a fit of excitement and clapped her hands together. "Of course. Snapes trying to steal something from the school. It must be important if you need an animal like that to guard it."
"I shouldn't have said that, I shouldn't have said that." He chanted as he set about mopping up the mess on the carpet. "Now listen you three. You're all meddling in things that aren't not to be meddled in. Let it go."
"I know a jinx when I see one Hagrid, you've got to keep eye contact and Snape wasn't blinking. Harry found out about him trying to steal the…well whatever it is, and then Snape tried to kill him to keep it quiet."
"Nonsense!" Hagrid all but bellowed, this time Hermione took the hint and sat back down at the table. "Now you forget that dog and you forget what it's guardin'. The only people who need to know anything about that are Professor Dumbledore and Nicolas Flamel."
"Nicolas Flamel. So he's involved is he?" I couldn't stop myself from saying. Hagrid groaned and dropped his head into his large hands, all the while looking furious with himself.
Percy POV:
"So you were telling the truth." Oliver mumbles as soon as the door is closed. "Still can't quite believe it."
All through the celebratory lunch the Gryffindors had coerced everyone into having Oliver had been sneaking glances my way. The confusion and turmoil on his face was obvious to me as I knew what was going through his head. I knew from the moment I told him that he was going to have a hard time understanding this. Even though he finally believed me that doesn't mean that he isn't still confused.
"You're…you're from the future?" Unable to say anything, or maybe unwilling to, I simply nod my head. "You've been sent back to stop…well to stop you-know-who?"
Again I nod at him. How very eloquent Percy, well done.
"Tell me again. Tell me what happens." I'd told him before of course what had happened but that was when he thought I was crazy. Quite how much of that actually sunk in I don't know.
"In a nutshell. Voldemort returns, there's a big war, lots of people die and then Harry kills him." This time its Olivers turn to nod. "We might be here a while if I tell you the entire story and to be honest I think that might just depress you."
"Start with this year then. What happens this year?" Taking a deep breathe I begin my tale.
"Right well, long story short Professor Quirrell is loyal to Voldemort and he's actually well, he's kind of merged with him. Basically he and Voldemort kind of share a body now. Quirrell wants to get his hands on the Philosophers stone which is being kept under guard here at school." His face twists into even more confusion and, realising my mistake, I set about explaining. "Oh the Philosophers stone is basically the elixir of life. Whomever uses it can pretty much become immortal. Professor Snapes trying to stop him but in the process has managed to convince Harry, Hermione and Ron that he's the one whose trying to steal it."
For a while he says nothing. He just sits there staring at the floor like he's trying to work out what kind of magic is holding it together. Eventually he leans back on the bed and lets out a low pitched whistle.
"Well that's not so bad." The sarcasm rolls off of him in waves. Understatement of the century. Sighing I move over and join him on the bed. We descend into a comfortable silence for a time, both of us trying to work out what to say next.
"You said before that those three basically beat him right?" I nod my head at his words and he continues. "So why do they need you? If they stopped him then why send you back?"
"They said that…that Voldemort was never supposed to exist or maybe he wasn't supposed to be reborn I'm still not sure on that part. Because he existed things that should have happened didn't and things that shouldn't have happened did. They want me to stop him being reborn." He turns to me at that, giving me a what the hell kind of expression.
"And how exactly are you supposed to do that?" Shrugging my shoulders we both settle back down onto the bed and descend into our own thoughts once again. Eventually he speaks again. "How long before he's reborn?"
"About three and a half years. Plenty of time for me to stop the worlds most powerful wizard from being reborn." Plenty of time if I knew how the hell I was going to do that.
"Plenty of time for us." I can't help but smile at his words.
At least I'm not in this alone.
Yay! Oliver believes Percy and wants to help him. Yay! The kids finally know about Nicolas Flamel and things are progressing forward.
Until next time, bye!