Obey Thy Father - Chapter One
OKay, this is my VERY long fic, but I'm only posting the first chapter because I love to make people suffer by waiting to post. HA! OKay.....Anyway...
Chapter One:
Oliver Wood was always thought to be a care-free person. Especially in school. Everyone thought that all of his thoughts consisted of nothing but Quidditch. No one knew the complete past of Oliver Wood. No one had ever gotten close enough to search through his memories. And yet, it was probably a good thing. He hid them deep inside of himself. Locked them up where no one would have to share the burden he carried. For his past was one of those that could corrupt a person for life, leaving them with nothing but an empty shell of what one would call a human being.
The troubled youth sat in the back of the Hog's Head Pub, frowning. He sipped the whisky his uncle had provided for him, looking over the parchment that he held in his shaking hand. He had read over the horrid letter atleast a thousand times, and he knew he'd read it a thousand times more before he quit. His final year at the top magic school in Scotland was almost over. Why did this news have to come now? He took another gulp of the drink and sighed, his free hand coming up to massage at his brow. On top of everything, he had a migrane. And not one of those dull pangs, but a sharp twinging that wouldn't stop. He knew it was related to the stress of the recent news.
A middle-aged man walked over, placing a hand on his nephew's shoulder for support. "You wan' 'nythin' else, Ol'?" His voice was gruff, and he had a thick english accent. The man looked much older than he truly was. His hands were tough and worn from years of hard work, his skin was extreamly tan, and his eyes squinted naturally from the over-exposure of the sun. The hair that he had left was white, like was the full beard he supported. He gripped the boy's shoulder, " It'll be alrigh', youngin'. Don't you worry." He patted Oliver softly on his cheek.
Wood looked over the letter once more. It read as follows:
Boy,
Pack your things, I'm finally out, and I'm taking you away from this horrid place they call a country. There'll be no boo-hooing about all your little friends, you hear? And just think, you'll finally get to live with your dear old dad. I know you'll be excited.
-Dad
He shook slightly. His father was coming to get him. To get him and take him away. He looked up to his uncle and spoke for the first time since the letter came, " Uncle Wally....I'm moving. I'm moving far away. I don't care what anyone says. I'm not letting that....that...Monster come and hurt me and my friends. "His mind was made up, and that was that.
The older man looked at Oliver, " How long before you can get packed?" He knew it would be a couple of days, and that would give him time to get some money together. The man had raised Oliver and knew quite well that when the boy made up his mind, there was no ands, ifs, or buts about it.
Oliver stood, thanked his uncle for the drink and grabbed his cloak. He said his good-byes and walked out the front door, towards the castle. There was only one person he needed to see before he left. Only one person that would need to know why he was leaving. That one person was Penelope Clearwater, Oliver's very best friend.
Okay, that's it....COMMENT Or I'll cop your head off :D
Chapter One:
Oliver Wood was always thought to be a care-free person. Especially in school. Everyone thought that all of his thoughts consisted of nothing but Quidditch. No one knew the complete past of Oliver Wood. No one had ever gotten close enough to search through his memories. And yet, it was probably a good thing. He hid them deep inside of himself. Locked them up where no one would have to share the burden he carried. For his past was one of those that could corrupt a person for life, leaving them with nothing but an empty shell of what one would call a human being.
The troubled youth sat in the back of the Hog's Head Pub, frowning. He sipped the whisky his uncle had provided for him, looking over the parchment that he held in his shaking hand. He had read over the horrid letter atleast a thousand times, and he knew he'd read it a thousand times more before he quit. His final year at the top magic school in Scotland was almost over. Why did this news have to come now? He took another gulp of the drink and sighed, his free hand coming up to massage at his brow. On top of everything, he had a migrane. And not one of those dull pangs, but a sharp twinging that wouldn't stop. He knew it was related to the stress of the recent news.
A middle-aged man walked over, placing a hand on his nephew's shoulder for support. "You wan' 'nythin' else, Ol'?" His voice was gruff, and he had a thick english accent. The man looked much older than he truly was. His hands were tough and worn from years of hard work, his skin was extreamly tan, and his eyes squinted naturally from the over-exposure of the sun. The hair that he had left was white, like was the full beard he supported. He gripped the boy's shoulder, " It'll be alrigh', youngin'. Don't you worry." He patted Oliver softly on his cheek.
Wood looked over the letter once more. It read as follows:
Boy,
Pack your things, I'm finally out, and I'm taking you away from this horrid place they call a country. There'll be no boo-hooing about all your little friends, you hear? And just think, you'll finally get to live with your dear old dad. I know you'll be excited.
-Dad
He shook slightly. His father was coming to get him. To get him and take him away. He looked up to his uncle and spoke for the first time since the letter came, " Uncle Wally....I'm moving. I'm moving far away. I don't care what anyone says. I'm not letting that....that...Monster come and hurt me and my friends. "His mind was made up, and that was that.
The older man looked at Oliver, " How long before you can get packed?" He knew it would be a couple of days, and that would give him time to get some money together. The man had raised Oliver and knew quite well that when the boy made up his mind, there was no ands, ifs, or buts about it.
Oliver stood, thanked his uncle for the drink and grabbed his cloak. He said his good-byes and walked out the front door, towards the castle. There was only one person he needed to see before he left. Only one person that would need to know why he was leaving. That one person was Penelope Clearwater, Oliver's very best friend.
Okay, that's it....COMMENT Or I'll cop your head off :D