A/N: I know, I'm horrible. I wish I had a good excuse, but I don't really. Not other than worrying about stupid finals that could affect the rest of my life. You know, no biggie. No pressure to put on a 13 year old and all. Pfft. *Deep breath* Oh, and the fact that I haven't given mum a birthday wish list thingy cuz my birthday's in like 8 days and my grandmum is freaking out cuz she doesn't know what to get me. *Sigh* Okay, I am dearly sorry for my absense on this lovely site and leaving off the other story with a cliffhanger and not updating this one fast like I said I would. I am sorrrrrrrray.
Also, I have a one-shot that is referred to in here. Not sure if you've read it yet or not, but it's called One of a Kind. It's Oliver's first game at Hogwarts.
And for all of those reading this: yes, I'm continuing both stories. Hopefully at a faster rate than this chapter came up, but don't worry. I don't plan on finishing this for a while.
As stated before I can no longer spell, so sorry for mistakes. And also sorry for this amazingly long author's note.
But I'm back! So don't forget to review, even if it's just to yell at me for not updating. Please?
Disclaimer: "Hufflepuffs are particularly good finders." Cedric Diggory
Chapter 5: Betrayal and a Little Bit of Yelling
"Hey." George said, walking in the doors of the locker room. I ignored him. If I try to say something, I'll end up yelling. If I end up yelling, then he's gonna be mad. If he's mad, he won't play well. If he doesn't play well, then we'll lose the game. If we lose the game then I'll be mad. And no one likes a mad Oliver Wood. I didn't look at him, and went to my locker to make sure all my gear was there. He walked over and kicked my locker shut.
"Wood, come on. Let's go get something to eat." He said, leaning against my locker. I glared at him, trying to open the locker again. Didn't we just eat, anyway?
"I know that you know you have everything you need in that locker." George said, smirking. I rolled my eyes and started pacing. I'm gonna murder him, I swear. I can find a new beater. I don't even care if I end up in Azkaban as long as we win this game.
"Fred sent me to come get you so we could talk. We're meeting him in the kitchens." George said. I paused mid-step before deciding it didn't matter. I wasn't going to go anyways. Right foot, left foot. Right foot, left foot. Quidditch. Right foot. Quaffle. Left foot.
"I think you just don't want to talk to me and Fred because you secretly hate us now and let all the warm and fuzzy feelings you had for us float right out your ars-"
"WEASLEY! SHUT THE HELL UP!" I yelled, not wanting for him to continue his rant. I was about two seconds away from punching him for messing up my pre-game ritual.
"WOOD! CALM THE HELL DOWN!" He yelled back, and I froze. No one ever yells back at me. Ever.
"What did you just say?" I asked in a low voice.
"I said that you need to calm down. I don't care if you come back here and continue your freaky 'pre-game ritual', but you are going to eat lunch with us." George said matter-of-factly. I gave him a death glare.
"And what makes you think I'd go do anything with you?" I asked, smirking, thinking I'd won.
"Fred said that he has something to tell us, and won't tell me without you there." He informed me.
"So what? It's probably just some stupid prank that he's come up with." I said. Last time it was 'important', he woke me up at 3 in the morning to tell me he got a new beaters bat from his mum in the mail.
"He thought you might say that." George said, grinning. I glared at him. I'm really hanging out with them too much if they know what I'm going to say.
"Anyways, I know I can't force you to come. I just thought I'd tell you that we're having lunch." George said, walking to the door. He opened it, and turned around.
"Oh, yeah! I almost forgot- It has to do with Katie." He said, turning around. Katie? I paused, biting my lip. This is exactly what he wanted. He knew if he mentioned your chaser that you would go. Don't give in to it. Just stay here.
I sighed, starting to pace again. Right foot, left foot. Quid- Katie. Chaser. Brown-haired Bell. I shook my head. Concentrate you retard! On Quidditch! Not beautiful Bell, and what Fred knows- I sighed.
"George! Wait up!" I yelled, hoping he didn't get too far. He wasn't thankfully, so I only had to run across the field. The red-head in question turned around with a grin that stretched from ear to ear, slinging an arm around my shoulders.
"I knew you would come around eventually!" He said. I shrugged out from under his arm. Freak.
"What about Katie?" I asked, starting to walk toward the castle again. He looked at me and shrugged.
"I told you, I don't know." He said. I glared at him.
"Is she in trouble? Is she hurt? Is Diggory hitting on her again? God, I will beat him up even worse than last time if he so much as touches a hair on her pretty little head! Or was it Davies? I'll pound both of them. They can't mess around with my chaser! Not my Katie! I swear to Merl-"
"Wood!" George yelled, interrupting my rant. I looked at him.
"What?" I asked, not quite sure what was wrong.
"You think Katie's pretty?" George asked, waggling his eyebrows. I rolled my eyes.
"What? No... of... of course not! Psh, it's not like I actually think she looks really beautiful when she flies, with the wind whipping through her hair, and laughing like a maniac. Or... or like when she took her shirt off in front of me so I could see the injury, I didn't think about things like she looked hot." I said. Much. My inner self added to the last part. George looked at me.
"Shirt off, huh?" He asked with grudging respect.
"She had a bra on, dipshit." I said, looking up just in time to see a pear run into my face. Ouch. George burst out laughing.
"That was very smooth." He said as he tickled the pear, and we walked into the kitchens. How did we get here that fast?
"Master Wo- I mean, Oliver! Winky sees that you are back again! What can Winky get for you?" She asked, smiling up at me.
"Surprise me." I said smiling. She nodded excitedly and ran off. The twins watched the exchange from their seats at the table. I took one of the empty chairs next to them.
"You have a personal house elf?" Fred asked. I shook my head.
"Nope. I'm just one of her favorites." I said. That's right, be jealous.
"That is-" Fred started.
"I don't care. I only came here to hear what you have to say about Katie." I said, hoping that I could get back to my pitch soon. Fred leaned back in his chair.
"Have a drink first." He said, pushing some pumpkin juice at me. Cautiously, I took a sip. What are they doing?
"Okay, now that you're nice and hydrated, you'll have to answer a couple questions for us before I can tell you what I know. Is that okay?" He asked. I nodded slowly.
"George." He said. George whipped out his wand, and before I knew it, ropes had me tied to the chair.
"Dude! What has gotten into you?" I yelled. They must have bribed the house elves too, I don't see a single one of them.
"You're not going to like some of these questions, but they're really important. We need assurance that you won't run away." George said, looking sorry. I sighed, mentally preparing myself.
"Do you like Katie?" Fred asked. He paused, waiting for my answer.
"Well, yeah. We're friends aren't we?" I asked. He nodded slowly, but didn't look pleased by my answer.
"Let me rephrase for my brother. Do you like Katie as anything more than a friend?" George asked, leaning forward.
"Dude. Just let me go." I said. This is making me nervous. Especially because I don't know the answer.
"Answer it." They said together. I shook my head.
"WOOD! FOR THE LOVE OF EVERYTHING GOOD, PURE, HOLY, AND IN THE NAME OF QUIDDITCH, ANSWER THE GODDAMN QUESTION!" George yelled at me. I looked at him with wide eyes.
"Do. You. Like. Katherine. Marie. Bell. Yes. Or. No." Fred said. I took a deep breath, not looking at them. I don't want to do this now. Not now, not ever. Just admit it... You do. You've liked her for so long now, ever since you first saw her, a week after your first game on the team. I surprised even myself when I found myself nodding. Fred and George looked at each other. George nodded, and Fred turned to me.
"Then forgive her when the time comes, okay?" He asked. I nodded slowly, agreeing, but not quite sure to what. We sat there for a few minutes, and no one said anything. I cleared my throat.
"Can I go now?" I asked. They both jumped a little bit. George looked at Fred, and then pointed his wand at me, releasing the ropes. I hopped up, starting to walk towards the door. I stopped and turned around.
"The pumpkin juice...?" I trailed off.
"Just pumpkin juice." Fred answered. I turned around, nodding. At least they didn't give me veritaserum or anything.
"Oliver! Winky has made your food to-go!" The little house elf said, pulling on my leg as I was about to close the door. She handed me a bag, and waved.
"Thanks, Winky." I said, smiling. I turned around and made my way to the Quidditch pitch. What in the world just happened? I shook my head, clearing my thoughts. Quidditch game in five hours. Team meeting in four. God, I'm so behind. I'm going to kill those twins.
The next few hours passed in a blur, I didn't even have time to feel bad about not eating whatever Winky got for me. I also fell asleep somewhere in there, because I woke up to my watch beeping, saying that I had 15 minutes until the team meeting. How could I have fallen asleep? I barely even slept last night.
"Oliver?" Harry asked, stepping into view. He was already in his Quidditch robes and looked really nervous. I feel ya, buddy.
"Yeah?" I asked, sitting up and running my hand through my still-too-long hair.
"What if I'm not good enough?" He asks, looking at his feet. Aw, poor kid.
"Here, take a seat." I said, patting the bench next to me. He sat down lightly and I looked at him.
"You're scared that you're going to mess up. You're nervous that you won't live up to people's expectations, and you're damn worried that you'll take a bludger to the head." I said, and he nodded slowly.
"Well, let me tell you one thing. You wouldn't have made it on this team if you weren't good enough." I said, and he gave me this look.
"Thanks... I guess." He said, looking down. He sat there for a few minutes while I got ready. I wasn't really thinking, everything was just mechanical.
"Hey, Oliver?" Harry asked. I turned, startled.
"Yeah, kid?" I asked, sitting next to him.
"Tell me about your first game." He said, looking at me curiously.
"What about it?" I asked, not really wanting to tell him. That had been the worst game of my life.
"Well... what happened?" He asked. I shook my head.
"Some other time, kid." I said, as Fred and Angelina walked through the door.
"Ask me later." I said, as Harry tried to say something. The other two went to their lockers and started to get ready. I stood up and started pacing, taking deep breaths. I looked at my watch and saw we still had about seven minutes till the meeting. The door opened, and I looked up. I sighed when I saw it was only George and Alicia.
"Are you sure Katie's okay?" She asked him. He nodded, and glanced around. He's hiding something.
"Yeah, why wouldn't she be?" George asked her, chuckling nervously. He glanced up at me and gave me a 'reassuring smile'. It looked more like he smelled an old troll fart. I glared at him and he hurried to his locker.
"Deep breath, Wood." Someone said, and I felt a hand on my shoulder.
"OH MY GOD!" I yelled, jumping. I turned and saw it was Fred.
"DEAR GOD, ARE YOU TRYING TO MAKE ME HAVE A HEART ATTACK?" I yelled. He blinked slowly and stared at me. He shook his head and I took a deep breath, regaining my calm. Well not calm exactly, but- just... just go with calm.
"Dude... you're scaring me." Fred said before walking away. I sighed. I'm okay, I'm fine. Nothing's gonna happen to ruin this game; it doesn't even count for house points.
"Hey, Wood!" Katie said, walking through the back door of the locker room. I looked up. Why did she come from the back?
"Bell." I nodded. She was already dressed and came to stand by me. I almost smiled. Most of the time, she stays away from me before the games.
"Okay, team. Meeting's starting." I said. Everyone came and sat down on the benches in front of me.
"Everyone's here, right?" I asked, going through routine. That's all I have now. I can't hardly think.
"What, you can't count now?" Angie asked. I glared at her and started pacing.
"I put together this game to test your skill and your ability to listen. Failure to do so or losing the game will result in punishment. We will try to do all the plays, but we have to do the Turtle, the Mushroom, the Apple Turnover, and the Castle. Chasers, if you drop that quaffle or there's an easy turnover to the other team, 100 laps next practice. Beaters, if you let any of us get hit, same to you. Try to knock at least two of them off their brooms. Harry, do your best-"
"What? We get a hundred laps, and he gets 'do your best'? Not fair, Wood!" George yells. I glare at him and he shuts up.
"Take ten minutes to stretch. Then let's kick some arse." I said. The others walked off to spots where there was more room, but Katie came and stood next to me. I was doing my arm stretches, pulling one arm across my chest and holding it.
"Katie?" I asked, not being able to stop myself. What the hell are you doing man?
"Yeah?" She responded. I looked at her, not saying anything for a minute.
"Don't get hit by another bludger, okay?" I asked. She nodded slowly, and I was mentally cursing myself. Why did you just do that? I walked over to Fred and George.
"Make sure she doesn't get hit." I said in a low voice. They nodded.
"Any particular reason you had to remind us? You tell us that before every game." Fred said, looking around.
"She's just been acting weird. I'm worried about her. And you're sure her injury is okay? It looked really bad." I said, still cautious about putting her out on the field.
"She's fine." George said. I nodded slowly.
"But doesn't it seem like she's acting weird today?" I asked, wanting to make sure I wasn't imagining anything. They nodded.
"Welcome everyone to the pick up Gryffindor Quidditch games!" Lee said over the loud speaker. He paused, for cheers.
"Remind me again why you chose him?" I asked, knowing that his funny commentary would maybe distract me. They just laughed, and we all headed to the front doors.
"On one end of the field, we have the lean, the mean, the not-so-clean, pick up team. Captain and Keeper Joeseph Branchall is hoping to lead this team to victory. Word of advice for you- GOOD LUCK! You'll need it. With Chasers Robin McCormac, Hunter Trakiavich, and Aiden Youngsworth, he's obviously hoping that someone will take sympathy on them. The beaters don't look too bad, except for the fact that the only thing that they've hit in their life is a remote control. Ladies and Gents please welcome Yasmine Jajumee and Owen Brooks. Branchall might have actually done something right with this piece-o-crap team with the Seeker- Isabelle Morton." The team was in hysterics and I smiled, imagining the furious looks on all of their faces.
"Too bad his poorly put together rag tag merry bunch of misfits has no chance against the team that makes us proud to be Gryffindors. Everybody welcome... THE GRYFFINDOR QUIDDITCH TEAM! They're sure to win with excellent Captain and Keeper Oliver Wood, the Quidditch Nazi himself." I walked out onto the field, rolling my eyes at my introduction.
"He was definitely thinking when he put the mischevious missing-their-marbles magicians together on the Beater team. Everyone, my best friends, Fred and George Weasley!" Lee continued. With a whoop, the twins followed me out onto the field.
"And my, my what do we have here? Who is that playing seeker? Why this guy needs no introduction- Harry Potter! And of course, last but certainly not least, the Chaser Chicks! These lovely ladies are the daring Angelina Johnson, the extravagant Alicia Spinnett, and hmmm, who is this last beautiful babe? Oh yeah, that's right, the marvelous Katie Bell. Love ya Kates!" Lee said, making a kissy face at Katie. I clenched my jaw. How dare he distract Bell from the game. My jaw dropped for a second, only a second when she actually winked back at him. My stomach clenched and I strode forward to shake hands with Joe. Madam Hooch stepped onto the field, looking at me in particular while giving her sportsmanship lecture. She nodded and I turned to fly in front of the hoops. The players then took to the air and Hooch opened the trunk.
"The snitch is released. The bludgers... Hooch picked up the quaffle... AND THE GAME BEGINS!" Lee yells. I decided not to listen to Lee anymore. While his commentary would be funny, it would ultimately be distracting and make us lose the game. I watched as the quaffle zipped between our players. We executed the plays almost perfectly, but Katie was just a split second behind on some of them. It's probably just the injury slowing her down.
Harry had given me the sign for the Castle. Basically he found the snitch, and pointed in the opposite direction of it, to confuse the other team. It was perfect timing too, because McCormac took a shot at me. I almost smirked when it arked straight toward me. I fumbled with it for a second, nervous about what we were doing. Fred and George came back and flew close on either side of me, while the chasers went back and each hovered in front of one of the hoops. Fred and George were there to make sure I didn't get hit, and to ward off the other team. I shot the quaffle as soon as we got in range and pumped my fist when it went through the left hoop. I looked up and saw Harry catch the snitch. Yes!
We all landed in a group, with Harry still clutching the snitch. I pat him on the shoulder while the twins messed up his hair and the girls hugged him. It was like a group hug, kinda. Suddenly, Katie took a couple steps away from the group.
"KATIE!" She yelled, and a guy who was majorly sagging walked over and gave her a hug. The guy was wearing a baseball cap and had a really thick mustache. Oddly enough, he looked familiar. I glanced at the team and the rest were watching the little scene too.
"What?" The guy asked in a low voice. I shook my head, motioning everyone into the locker rooms. Who is this guy? Why is he with Katie? And why do they look like twins? Is Katie really Katie? It looked like he was going to stay outside, but I told him to go in too. Perfect time for questioning this freak.
"So uh... Katie. Who is this?" I asked, pointing towards the guy. I tried to keep my face blank, but I'm not sure if it totally worked. I didn't even have to look at the rest of the team to know they were on guard. I could just feel it.
"My... boyfriend." Katie said. I nodded, noting the pause before she said it. There's something wrong about this. But the twins sighed, and relaxed just a little bit.
"What's your name again?" George asked. He knows this guy?
"Yeah, didn't Katie just say it was Katie?" Angie asked. I had so much I wanted to say, but the team deserved to get their questioning in too. The guy nodded fast. A nervous quirk. He's hiding something.
"Of course she did. Yeah, my name's Katie. You know... spelled K-T." He explained, eyes jumping around every few seconds. He's lying.
"What's it stand for?" Harry asked, still not looking entirely convinced.
"Kristofer Thomas." He said. I glared at him, and he shifted uneasily in his seat.
"Oh." Fred said, leaning back against a locker. I knew that he wasn't relaxing though; he was pulling out his wand.
"Okay." Alicia said, bending over to dig through her bag. She keeps her wand there during practice, so she was getting it out.
"What did you think of the game?" I asked, testing 'KT'. He shrugged.
"Those plays were awesome! The way you guys weave in and out of each other was truly incredible. And like, you knew exactly where to throw the pass and your teammate was there, man! It was amazing! On the Castle play though, you need to make a bigger distraction because Morton was right behind Harry. But other than that, it was truly, epically, marvelously amazing." He said. The alarm in my head went off as soon as they knew the Castle. We had never done it before, so no one should know it. I nodded at the twins. They'll know what to do.
In a flurry of motion, everyone was gripping their wands, pointing them at the two people in question. Katie had her arms pinned behind her back by the twins, who also had their wands at her throat. My heart clenched to see her like that, but honestly, it might not be her. Not after all of this. KT was standing there with a shocked look on his face.
"Tell me who you are now before I hex your little friend here till she can't feel it any more." I said, hoping I sounded as scary as I was going for. Plus I was pissed off, so that should help. KT didn't say anything.
"No?" I asked, pointing my wand at Katie. I really hoped this would work because there was no way I could send a hex in her direction. Even if it wasn't really her. Katie let out a squeak of fear, and it pained me to know that sound was because of me.
"NO! DON'T HURT HER!" KT yelled in a surprisingly familiar voice. But that's not possible. Katie's right over there. KT looked over at George and he dropped Katie's arm. He gave Fred a look, and Fred dropped her other arm too. Katie looked on the brink of tears. KT had long brown hair that was falling out of the hat on his head. God, get a haircut, you hippie.
"Wood, stop." Angelina said, taking a step toward the person in question. He took off the hat and ripped the mustache off, revealing our very own Katie Bell. What. The. Hell? Harry took one look at what was happening with wide eyes, and shook his head once before heading out the door. Wish I could too, mate.
"Katie?" Alicia asked with a hurt look on her face. The Katie not in Quidditch robes nodded.
"Do you want me to explain now or later?" She asked, on the brink of tears. I was numb. I couldn't find the heart to make me feel bad. I felt like I just short circuted or something.
"It's okay Katie. Just tell us later." Leesh said, pulling Angie out of the room too. The Quidditch robe Katie sniffed, and I glanced back at her. I didn't even feel the shock when I saw it was Leanne.
"You're you again." Katie said, with a broken hearted smile. Leanne nodded and hugged Katie before hurrying out the door.
"Why? Why'd you do it?" I asked in a hoarse voice. I guess I started to regain feeling because my heart clenched again as the twins stood on either side of her. She smiled weakly at them. This is what we were talking about. They mouthed at me.
"Honestly? Because I was afraid. I was afraid of what you would do when you found out that I wasn't supposed to play for two days because of my arm injury. I didn't tell you because I thought you would hate me, and get all mad. Fred tried to tell you at breakfast. I stopped him. He didn't do anything wrong. George got me the Polyjuice Potion without knowing why. He didn't do anything wrong. I am the only one at fault here. I'll take the consequences." She said, tears falling down her cheeks. The twins gave her a little squeeze before leaving; they knew she wouldn't want them to see her cry. I just kept staring at her; appauled that she could think of a scheme like this and respecting her for trying to solve her problem without upsetting me. Although that kind of backfired.
"I'm sorry I deceived you. I'm sorry I shared the plays with an outsider. I'm sorry that you have to find a new chaser now and that I caused this whole ordeal. So thanks for being a great Captain and I'm sorry that I just ruined the team... Bye." She said, turning around and headed for the door. 'Then forgive her when the time comes, okay?' I ran a hand through my hair, sighing, although it was barely audible.