Fan Fiction ❯ How Can I Say Anything ❯ I Stand Where I Met You ( Chapter 1 )

Hi! I'm writing my first Harry Potter fic here, but don't fret cause I've written many others before that :D I'm so talented, so sit back and relax, this is gonna knock your socks off! ^_^

Disclaimer: Noooo, HP chars are NOT mine even though I wish they were, but they aren't lol But the new chars like Noa, Carrie, Alex and Kat are!

Summary: We all have a little heartache don't we.that's if you could call it little. Harry, Oliver, Fred, and Draco all have their problems, have you ever heard the song "What is love, baby don't hurt me." Well please don't.

"How Can I Say Anything"

Chapter 1

Oliver Wood stood outside on his Quidditch field, yes he liked to call it that, cause this pitch was his and he'd say nothing besides it.

He watched as Harry zoomed across his sight, Fred Weasley tagging along to hit a bludger that was heading toward him, Oliver smiled. "Nice work, keep it up!" He shouted so they could hear.

Katie Bell raced up to a stop by Oliver, her eyebrows raised. "Why aren't you out there, you're the one letting us take the heat."

"Nonsense, it's not even that hot." He caught Katie's deathly look and put a leg over his broom. "I'm on it."

He raised into the air with a sigh and flew over to the goal, Angelina already making her way over to throw the Quaffle at him, they usually practiced with themselves when, well practicing of course.

He turned sideways to hit the Quaffle away using the end of his broom, a much more adequate method to use. But his eyes caught a speeding black dot heading behind Angelina's back, he gapped and heard "Angelina! Watch out!" from George and the next thing he knew, something slammed into himself, it felt like a body so he protectively and instinctively put his arms around that person, he had an idea who, as they fell back toward the ground.

Next second, he heard a splitting crack of something which sounded alarmingly like his spine and he felt enormous pain. A loud yell escaped his mouth and he felt something hurriedly move off him and other footsteps ran to his side.

He looked through the blur of pained tears at his team as he lay sprawled on his back, teeth gritted.

"Oliver, oh my god!" Angelina's voice sounded, it was a bit out a breath cause he guessed she had gotten the bludger to her back.

He groaned, not daring to move. "Go-go get Madam Pomfrey, get someone." He hoarsely spit out, he was pretty sure that this could have been what the Crutacious Curse felt like.

He heard footsteps run off as one of the twins muttered something he guessed was directed at Harry.

He slid his eyes to look at Angelina who was openly crying and had a hand on his shoulder.

He growled as another wave of pain went through him. "Bloody 'ell." Those were his last words before being swallowed in darkness and hearing a panicked yell.

* * * *

"Really, think you all would give up on this monstrous sport!" A snappy voice sounded in Oliver's mind.

He opened his eyes weakly and saw his who team gathered around him, they weren't dressed in their Quidditch robes which meant they must have changed and he'd been here for some time. "What happened?" He spit out dispite the dull pain in his back.

"You fell, Angelina knocked right into you when that bludger hit her and we just saw you take the hit to the ground, you practically saved her life." Fred commented lowly.

Katie Bell looked at Oliver as if to say, maybe I was wrong about you not taking any heat.

He frowned. "What, did I break my spine?"

They all looked at him worriedly.

"You did fall about 50 feet, Oliver?" George commented with a twisted frown. "Angelina was on you-adding extra weight." He also informed quickly, stepping back just in case Angelina made to strangle him cause it sounded like she was fat or something.

But it was the truth, so Angelina just stood there looking down sadly.

"Great." He sighed. "I'm not paralyzed am I?"

"You could've been!" Madam Pomfrey's voice entered again as she came back in the room, he hadn't heard her leave. "You were very lucky!" She snapped again.

"Luck's my middle name." Oliver commented with a strained grin.

He heard a "tsk" and knew Madam Pomfrey must have rolled her eyes at him.

"Well, out! The lot of you, he needs his rest or he'll never heal!" Madam Pomfrey's voice rang out shrilly. She bustled his team out who murmured things such as "We hope you get better." And "I should be on a diet. I nearly killed him!"

Oliver shook his head. Really, his team was the oddest bunch if any other.

* * * *

Soft chirping filled his ears and so did a worried voice.

Oliver turned his head to look at someone at the door and Madam Pomfrey pushing them back.

"Please, my friend, I just want to see her!!" The girl, he noticed, yelled in protest.

"Stop that, you're going to wake my patients."

"Well if you'd just let me in!!" The girl shouted, she had silky raven colored hair that went a bit passed her shoulders and deep blue eyes, her height that of around Katie Bell's.

Oliver looked to the side and noticed a young girl laying there, not too young but she still looked it and she had obviously been brought in when he was asleep and he hadn't heard. He looked back to the frustrated girl. "Let her in, she's worried." Oliver said in a pleading tone that he didn't mean to sound.

Madam Pomfrey stopped pushing and looked back to Oliver, she shifted her gaze, frowning to the girl then hurried to the back room. "You need your medicine now." And she left the girl there.

The girl smiled to Oliver, he saw her eyes go a bit wide and noticed how she suddenly got a nervous look. "Thanks." She put her head down.

"No problem. I know how you feel, Pomfrey can be pretty stubborn." He voiced with a bit of amusement as the girl made her way across the room to the other girl's side.

"I heard that, Wood." Madam Pomfrey said frowning as she reentered the room. "Fine, how about I just let the circus in whenever they feel like coming."

Oliver grinned and attempted a laugh, but it came off in short grunts. "Come now, Madam, I was only kidding."

He caught her roll her eyes this time. "Drink up." She said forcefully and shoved a spoon full of something to his mouth that was a merky green.

He reluctantly took the substance and did a display of very screwed up faces. He heard a soft laugh beside him and turned his face to look at the girl sitting by the other girl. "You think it's funny I'm in pain, eh?"

The girl quickly shut up and blushed, looking down.

Oliver blinked. "I was just kidding. What's you name?"

"Noa Duben." She said quietly. "This is my friend Carrie White. She fell down the stairs, some Ravenclaw fifth year pushed her." She didn't mention the part about kicking the guys ass and giving him a very nice bloody nose, cause she happened to be in Oliver Wood's presence to her luck, the one boy that gave her weak knees and made her heart ache to get a taste of his lips.

Oliver smiled. "I guess you know me, but anyway, names Oliver Wood. What house is she?"

"Ravenclaw." Noa said, looking up daringly to meet his gaze.

Oliver watched her, his bro slightly raised, it was an awkward moment, they just sat there for a bit, staring at one another, Oliver studied her eyes, soft hues that held a pure innocence but he could see the feistiness in her. She looked like she could be mistaken for an advantage taken girl, but he knew she could probably bust out and kick some ass.

He grinned, causing her to blink curiously. She looked down, blushing again, but he didn't notice. "So, it's around the school, you nearly broke your spine off, erm-I'm glad you're okay."

Oliver got a puzzled look and smiled warmly toward her.

Noa caught this and blushed deeper. Damn him, she thought, he was so damn cute. Why'd he have to look at her like that, she had the right mind to run over to his bed and ravage him right there, he was pretty vulnerable. She smiled and shook her head.

Oliver gazed at her a bit more with raised brows and turned his attention to the ceiling. Then he looked to Carrie who lay in the bed next to his, she had brown hair with tents of red here and there if the sun from the window struck it right and well, he couldn't see her eyes.

He and Noa conversed in short spurts while in the quiet ward, Oliver introducing Noa to his team members when they came in to check up on him, Noa wasting her whole day talking to the person she loved, but of course she didn't mind, this was about the greatest moment in her life. Actually, it WAS the greatest moment in her life.

* * * *

A couple days later, a quiet weekend, no classes thank the heavens.

Oliver and the gang ((Wheeee, fun to say, say it! Haha)) sat at the Gryffindor table, there wasn't many people there now, but they had just entered after another strenuous Quidditch practice, to everyone's un- surprise, Oliver would break every bone in his body and still go out to the pitch to play, Quidditch was his life!

They had gotten here late, but all the better to talk about Quidditch plays and everything else going on in their lives.

Oliver, somehow, felt a magnetic pull on his face and turned his head to gaze at the entrance of the hall, Noa and Carrie had just walked in and they were conversing with deep smiles.

Noa turned to looked, seemingly feeling that same pull and her gaze met with Oliver's , she blushed and before Oliver knew it, he was waving for her to come over.

Noa looked at him in surprise and looked down to Carrie in alarm, who just gave her a laughing smiled and winked.

"Let's go." She whispered. "It's your chance to get to know him better!"

Noa rolled her eyes but smiled hopelessly and followed after her friend.

Oliver grinned and felt a bit stupid, he had no idea what he was doing. "Hey."

"Hey there!" Carrie said joyously.

Noa just blushed and kind of looked around for something other than Oliver to stare at. "Hello."

"Er, sit down." Oliver said, patting the seat next to him.

Noa sat down by him quickly and as she looked up, she caught Angelina's agitated look to Katie.

Carrie sat by Noa quietly, but a wide smile still played across her lips.

Oliver looked to Noa, smiling kindly and shoving some bacon onto her plate. "Guess you're late for breakfast too, eh?"

"Yeah, I had some last minute homework." Noa said, fiddling with her fingers and staring at them, but she felt like imaginary hands were lifting her chin up to stare into his chocolate brown depths.

Oliver looked down searchingly into her beautiful blue eyes-he blinked. Beautiful? That was unexpected even if it was true, it still surprised him what he thought. The moment where faces got closer, giggles interrupted it and Angelina stood up. "Oliver, come on!" She grabbed his arm and practically dragged him off his seat and out of the Great Hall, his gaze staring regretfully at a puzzled Noa.

Carrie stared indignantly after them. "That was rude!" She hissed to Noa. "Go get your man back." She said this so quietly cause she didn't want the other girls to hear.

Noa gapped and looked over her shoulder at Carrie.

"I can't exactly waltz over and go "that's my man, you better hand him over!" Can I?" Noa blinked, and sighed at what she had said, that's exactly what Carrie wanted to know!

"Yep, now on you go!" Carrie pushed her.

"But Carrie." Noa said through clenched teeth. "What do I do?"

"You'll know, just get!" Carrie forcefully commanded and Noa finally and reluctantly walked out of the Great Hall, what had she gotten herself into now, but a part of her was wanting to find Oliver and yeah he was "her man" and no one else's. With that confirmed, she smiled and headed on down the hall to find "her" man.

Oliver was forced into the wall, his face tense as he stared at Angelina's seductive features. "Wh-what are you doing?"

"Oliver, really, we have to be frank with ourselves, I love you and you love me-"

"I do not, when did I-"

Angelina pushed her body up against his. "I think we should get together, we'd be the couple of Hogwarts!" She continued, annoyed at his interruption.

"What's gotten into you?!" He said shakily at the no gap insurance between them.

"Oh, it's you, you've gotten into me, you're so-" She traced a light hand over his cheek. "sexy." She finished, licking her lips.

Oliver got a very worried look. If he had this effect on such usually calm girls like Angelina, he was afraid he might convert the whole school. He figured crawling in a box and staying in there to rot away would be better for everyone. He was a danger.

"Hey!" Came a stern voice behind Angelina.

Oliver looked over to a cross armed Noa and a faint smile traced his face. She'd come to save him from this hormone stricken girl.

"Oliver is mine, not yours, mine. Come, Oliver." She beckoned to him.

Oliver blinked and pushed Angelina away from him, walking over to Noa, that magnetic pull acting, and he took a glance over his shoulder at Angelina who looked thoroughly stunned. He bit his bottom lip and wrapped an arm around Noa's waist, heading down the hall with Noa beside him, but Noa's face was no longer stern, it was contorted with a look of excitement and nervousness. He HAD his arm around her, his arm was around HER!! She was freaking a bit, she never thought in her wildest dreams he would hold her like this, well-maybe in her wildest dreams but still.

When they were out of safe distance of Angelina, Oliver stopped, not making a move to take his hand off her, but just let it slid down her waist to where his fingertips still touched her middle. "Ah, thanks." He said quietly.

Noa smiled and gulped. "Heh, no problem. Gotta hate girls like that."

Oliver nodded. "I don't know, you have good acting talent."

"You saying you hate me?" Noa said pouting, it was like they were already two lvoers bickering among each other.

He grinned. "No, I'm complimenting you."

Noa looked up at him, a bit puppy eyed. "Really?"

"Yes." Oliver laughed, instinctively wrapping an arm around her to cuddle her, but realized this was a bit much and backed away from her, blushing. It was a situation that he had had with many other girls before, but it wasn't a fetish, this felt weird-different to him, this was like-

true love.

He blinked and mentally kicked himself, he had thought that many times before, but it was never true. He sighed, looking to her. He blinked dazedly, she looked-wonderful, her soft cheeks were rosy with fluster and her eyes were a bit stunned and then pleading at the same time.

He felt like he was falling forward, when a voice rung out and made him pull up a straight posture and a huffed chest, his usual captain authority engaging.

"Hey Oliver!" Fred yelled down the hall, waving from around a corner, good thing he hadn't seen.

Fred made his way over to the two. "What's going on?" He said, looking between them.

"Angelina tried to gobble me up." Oliver said sarcastically but truthfully.

Fred eyed Oliver and grinned, but his look was puzzling to Oliver, it seemed a bit - sad.

"Er, what's wrong?" He commented.

Fred shook his head, lips pierced then looked up, smiling. "Yeah, I saw Angelina's look at you, she's head over heels!"

Oliver frowned inside, but made a weak attempted smile on the outside, a pang of guilt hit him like a train - Fred was obviously "fickle" over Angelina and this just made Oliver feel like the biggest bum in the world, a scum-bag. A heel. No, more like a mega-heel, yes that summed it up right there, he sighed inwardly.

Noa looked between them, biting her bottom lip as Oliver had done, they both seemed to have that problem. "Um, I better go, I have to meet with Carrie."

"No don't go!" Oliver blurted out suddenly, his look horrified and his hand outstretched toward her like if she left he would fall into oblivion and loose her forever.

Noa stopped, her eyes wide.

Oliver swallowed the wavering lump going down his throat like a big knot. "Uh - sorry, um - see you then." Oliver waved meekly, acting as the words before had never been unhitched from his lips.

Noa lingered in the spot she had stopped a bit unsure of what to do, then waved with a sad look and walked away, her head down.

Oliver stared after her, biting his tongue so he would go yelling down the hall for her, he felt that rusty metallic taste, the taste of blood and stopped biting, what an idiot he was.

Fred blinked. "Okayyy." He rocked on his heels then turned. "Back to the Great Hall, shall we?" He motioned.

Oliver shook his head. "I think I'm going to go up to bed."

"But it's only about eleven!!" Fred said very surprised.

"I know, but I'm tired from the Quidditch practice, I'll see you later." He waved quickly and walked off around the corner, leaving Fred to stare blankly, then Fred just mumbled something and walked off, his look a bit temperamental.

TBC..

Hope you liked, please like even though those are different charries! It was good, right?? Lol, well thankies anyway, see ya! I'll write the next chapter soon! ~Joey