Fic: Chasing Forever (Pt 2)
Title: To Love A Gryffindor: Chasing Forever (Pt 2)
Rating: K+
Section: Part 3 of the TLAG series
Summery: Katie Bell has waited eight years for him to return. She's starting to loose hope.
Marcy moved her doll over to sit near Mrs. Butterworth, Blair's teddy bear. They were having a tea party to celebrate Blair's baby sister's fourth month birthday. The babies weren't really there, but it was the thought that counted, she surmised. However, she was loosing her illusion when it came to dolls. They weren't as fun anymore. She wanted to have a broom. She wanted to learn how to fly like Uncle Fred and Uncle George. Auntie Ginny had promised to teach her to play the chaser position like her parents had. Uncle Blaise had wanted her to be a keeper like him, but Hermione had told him he couldn't teach her. Auntie Hermione was well loved by her niece but Marcy thought at times she was very dull. At least with two month old Brenton, Hermione was too busy to start on her about starting to read Hogwarts a History in preparation for Hogwarts. After all, she was only eight years old.
"Marcy, what's that?" Marcy turned to where Blair was pointing. There was something on the ground at end of the road that led to Flint manor, her home. She frowned. It was not normal. Nothing was there before. Her curiosity got to her and she took Blair with her to investigate.
It was a long walk to get to the end of the drive, but they didn't care. There was a mystery to be solved. They got to the end quickly since they ran and stopped to catch their breath before looking at what was laying out on the road.
Blair gasped at what she saw. Even as young as a 7 year old (almost eight she would say) she knew when something was not right, and a man bleeding on the end of your driveway was not right. She turned to Marcy, who was looking at the man.
"Blair, go get my Mama please. I'll watch him." Blair nodded and ran to get Katie. Marcy knew her mother healed people so perhaps her mother could heal this man. It was obvious from where she stood he was badly hurt. She walked towards the man to examine him closely, but she was careful not to get too close in case he was going to lash out. He was badly beaten, blood coming from many cuts all across his body both dry and wet. He had no shirt on and his pants might as well have been shorts. He had no shoes and his blondish brown hair was worn slightly long and he wore a beard. He was dirty and his hair was tangled. He would have to cut it off; there was no way to untangle that. It looked worse then the time Jordon Warrington blew gum into her hair, and that had made her cut her hair. His skin was very tan and it looked as if he had many scars on his back and stomach.
By this time Blair had managed to get back to the house and find Katie and Hermione and then rush back down. Katie and Hermione went white when they saw the man but proceeded to start to look him over more thoroughly then Marcia had.
"Marcia, Blair. Go alert the medics like I taught you, please. Tell them we have a man who is severely injured and sick and needs immediate medical attention." The two girls nodded at Katie's words and rushed into the house to contact Alicia Warrington, the head doctor at St. Mungos, by floo.
"Do you think he is still alive, Katie?"
"He appears so. He's emaciated though, so obviously he has not been well fed. He looks like he may be dehydrated as well." Katie couldn't help the tears forming in her eyes. This was Oliver Wood, her friend and pseudo big brother. If this is what they did to him, what were they doing to Marcus? It was then that Katie felt the first bit of serious doubt of her boyfriend's survival enter into her heart.
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"He's not very healthy. He's skin is really torn up. I was able to heal some of the more recent wounds but he will be heavily scared." Alicia sighed. It was much harder working on people you actually knew. She had done as much as she could, which was more then what she could have done had Katie hadn't started at the scene the healing spells. "His fever is down and I have started to hydrate him. Hopefully he will awake tomorrow morning." Everyone smiled grimly at the somewhat good news and departed.
Alicia felt a pair of arms circle her waist. Her husband pulled her into his chest and let her lean back and close her eyes. He knew she had had a long day and it was even worse with Oliver coming in. Chris Warrington did not like Oliver that much but even he would have had trouble dealing with him. Besides, he was Alicia's friend so that earned him points in Chris' eyes.
"Do you think he will survive this, Cia?" he asked into her hair.
"I'm not at all sure, Chris. I hope he does. If he lives Katie will regain her hope that Marcus is alive. I hope Marcus is alright. This gives me more hope because he was mumbling something about Marcus when he was brought in. Marcy deserves to see her father." Alicia was angry at the lowlifes that did this to a poor little girl. They almost killed George, Oliver may die but his fate wasn't decided yet and Marcus was still missing. It killed her inside to see how much Katie suffered because of Marcus being gone. Alicia understood completely. She didn't know what she would have done if the person missing had been Chris, she was not as strong of a women as Katie Bell. She turned and hugged her husband to her. If she lost her husband she would have gone crazy.
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Oliver opened his eyes slowly, his mind taking in his new surroundings. Everything was blue and white in the medical room he was in. There was a window a few feet away and another bed that was empty. There were flowers on the bed stand next to him as well as several potions in translucent glasses. In a chair next to the bed sat a young girl, maybe eight or nine years old. She had long black hair and grey eyes that were looking at him with an odd, studious look. Her skin was slightly tanned and looked like she played outdoors. She wore jeans and a white shirt with a sweater too large for her. The color around the collar was a faded green and silver. Slytherin.
"Your awake." She said walking up to him. "That is good. Mum should be happy." The little girl reminded him of someone, but nothing was coming to mind.
"Who are you?" His voice was horse due to the fact that he was still slightly dehydrated and his throat was dry and sore.
"Marcia." She leaned her head to the side. "And you are Oliver Wood."
"How did you know?"
"Mum's pictures." He once again looked at the sweater. Slytherin colors. Maybe she was 11.
"What house were you sorted into."
"I'm only eight, Mr. Wood," she said politely. "I have 3 more years before I go to Hogwarts. This is my dad's." She plucked at the sweater as if to make her point. "He was a Slytherin and I intend on being one too."
"Slytherin is the last house you want to be in." There was no such thing as loyalty in the house except that which furthered your own self. Even Slytherins were victims of other Slytherins. Oliver closed his eyes at the memory of a Slytherin who had been just that.
"Only Gryffindors say that. No one else seems to have a problem with them." She was quite intelligent for an eight year old. However, even her statement that her father was a Slytherin did not connect with him.
"Marcia, I thought I told you to get me when Oliver awoke."
"Sorry, Aunt Alicia. He was asking questions and I was answering them. He thinks Gryffindors are better then Slytherins." Alicia smiled at the little girl and motioned her to go out of the room. Marcia took one more look at Oliver and left to go find her mother who was working with another patient down the hall.
"Who are her parents?" Alicia looked back at Oliver who was reopening his eyes.
"Katie Bell and Marcus Flint."
"Well that explains the whole Slytherin pride thing." He smiled weakly, but he couldn't fool Alicia. She knew he wasn't at all close to being healthy again. She handed him a potion which made him go back to sleep. Sleep was the best healer in her experience. It gave the body time to heal itself.
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When Oliver awoke once again, Alicia allowed Chris and Harry to visit. They needed to ask him questions as the arrival of Oliver had reopened the case of the missing Order members. Oliver told all. How George, Oliver and Marcus had been trapped by the Death Eaters. How he and Marcus had been tied to trees and forced to watch the men beat George before throwing him onto the middle of the road.
However, Oliver never got to find out how George faired. He and Marcus had been blindfolded and taken and taken into a carriage where they were driven to a camp that was owned by one of the men; Goyle, he thought but wasn't sure. They were thrown into a stall in the stables. From there, they were left alone and their captives did not return for at least three days. After that, Marcus and Oliver only ate once a day with meager servings. It seemed that Marcus was prone to tortures the most. Oliver had his share a little each day, but after Marcus endured his beatings he wouldn't be able to move. After he was just about recovered it would start all over again, beating him till he was almost dead. Although, they didn't want him dead they wanted him to suffer for betraying the Dark Lord, for being a traitor to pure blood.
Oliver had managed to escape a week before and managed to find his way to a road he recognized as going by the Flint home. He went there hoping that Katie still lived there. Everyone, while horrified, was glad he and Marcus were still alive.
Harry and Chris just hoped they could find Marcus in time to save him.
Rating: K+
Section: Part 3 of the TLAG series
Summery: Katie Bell has waited eight years for him to return. She's starting to loose hope.
Marcy moved her doll over to sit near Mrs. Butterworth, Blair's teddy bear. They were having a tea party to celebrate Blair's baby sister's fourth month birthday. The babies weren't really there, but it was the thought that counted, she surmised. However, she was loosing her illusion when it came to dolls. They weren't as fun anymore. She wanted to have a broom. She wanted to learn how to fly like Uncle Fred and Uncle George. Auntie Ginny had promised to teach her to play the chaser position like her parents had. Uncle Blaise had wanted her to be a keeper like him, but Hermione had told him he couldn't teach her. Auntie Hermione was well loved by her niece but Marcy thought at times she was very dull. At least with two month old Brenton, Hermione was too busy to start on her about starting to read Hogwarts a History in preparation for Hogwarts. After all, she was only eight years old.
"Marcy, what's that?" Marcy turned to where Blair was pointing. There was something on the ground at end of the road that led to Flint manor, her home. She frowned. It was not normal. Nothing was there before. Her curiosity got to her and she took Blair with her to investigate.
It was a long walk to get to the end of the drive, but they didn't care. There was a mystery to be solved. They got to the end quickly since they ran and stopped to catch their breath before looking at what was laying out on the road.
Blair gasped at what she saw. Even as young as a 7 year old (almost eight she would say) she knew when something was not right, and a man bleeding on the end of your driveway was not right. She turned to Marcy, who was looking at the man.
"Blair, go get my Mama please. I'll watch him." Blair nodded and ran to get Katie. Marcy knew her mother healed people so perhaps her mother could heal this man. It was obvious from where she stood he was badly hurt. She walked towards the man to examine him closely, but she was careful not to get too close in case he was going to lash out. He was badly beaten, blood coming from many cuts all across his body both dry and wet. He had no shirt on and his pants might as well have been shorts. He had no shoes and his blondish brown hair was worn slightly long and he wore a beard. He was dirty and his hair was tangled. He would have to cut it off; there was no way to untangle that. It looked worse then the time Jordon Warrington blew gum into her hair, and that had made her cut her hair. His skin was very tan and it looked as if he had many scars on his back and stomach.
By this time Blair had managed to get back to the house and find Katie and Hermione and then rush back down. Katie and Hermione went white when they saw the man but proceeded to start to look him over more thoroughly then Marcia had.
"Marcia, Blair. Go alert the medics like I taught you, please. Tell them we have a man who is severely injured and sick and needs immediate medical attention." The two girls nodded at Katie's words and rushed into the house to contact Alicia Warrington, the head doctor at St. Mungos, by floo.
"Do you think he is still alive, Katie?"
"He appears so. He's emaciated though, so obviously he has not been well fed. He looks like he may be dehydrated as well." Katie couldn't help the tears forming in her eyes. This was Oliver Wood, her friend and pseudo big brother. If this is what they did to him, what were they doing to Marcus? It was then that Katie felt the first bit of serious doubt of her boyfriend's survival enter into her heart.
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"He's not very healthy. He's skin is really torn up. I was able to heal some of the more recent wounds but he will be heavily scared." Alicia sighed. It was much harder working on people you actually knew. She had done as much as she could, which was more then what she could have done had Katie hadn't started at the scene the healing spells. "His fever is down and I have started to hydrate him. Hopefully he will awake tomorrow morning." Everyone smiled grimly at the somewhat good news and departed.
Alicia felt a pair of arms circle her waist. Her husband pulled her into his chest and let her lean back and close her eyes. He knew she had had a long day and it was even worse with Oliver coming in. Chris Warrington did not like Oliver that much but even he would have had trouble dealing with him. Besides, he was Alicia's friend so that earned him points in Chris' eyes.
"Do you think he will survive this, Cia?" he asked into her hair.
"I'm not at all sure, Chris. I hope he does. If he lives Katie will regain her hope that Marcus is alive. I hope Marcus is alright. This gives me more hope because he was mumbling something about Marcus when he was brought in. Marcy deserves to see her father." Alicia was angry at the lowlifes that did this to a poor little girl. They almost killed George, Oliver may die but his fate wasn't decided yet and Marcus was still missing. It killed her inside to see how much Katie suffered because of Marcus being gone. Alicia understood completely. She didn't know what she would have done if the person missing had been Chris, she was not as strong of a women as Katie Bell. She turned and hugged her husband to her. If she lost her husband she would have gone crazy.
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Oliver opened his eyes slowly, his mind taking in his new surroundings. Everything was blue and white in the medical room he was in. There was a window a few feet away and another bed that was empty. There were flowers on the bed stand next to him as well as several potions in translucent glasses. In a chair next to the bed sat a young girl, maybe eight or nine years old. She had long black hair and grey eyes that were looking at him with an odd, studious look. Her skin was slightly tanned and looked like she played outdoors. She wore jeans and a white shirt with a sweater too large for her. The color around the collar was a faded green and silver. Slytherin.
"Your awake." She said walking up to him. "That is good. Mum should be happy." The little girl reminded him of someone, but nothing was coming to mind.
"Who are you?" His voice was horse due to the fact that he was still slightly dehydrated and his throat was dry and sore.
"Marcia." She leaned her head to the side. "And you are Oliver Wood."
"How did you know?"
"Mum's pictures." He once again looked at the sweater. Slytherin colors. Maybe she was 11.
"What house were you sorted into."
"I'm only eight, Mr. Wood," she said politely. "I have 3 more years before I go to Hogwarts. This is my dad's." She plucked at the sweater as if to make her point. "He was a Slytherin and I intend on being one too."
"Slytherin is the last house you want to be in." There was no such thing as loyalty in the house except that which furthered your own self. Even Slytherins were victims of other Slytherins. Oliver closed his eyes at the memory of a Slytherin who had been just that.
"Only Gryffindors say that. No one else seems to have a problem with them." She was quite intelligent for an eight year old. However, even her statement that her father was a Slytherin did not connect with him.
"Marcia, I thought I told you to get me when Oliver awoke."
"Sorry, Aunt Alicia. He was asking questions and I was answering them. He thinks Gryffindors are better then Slytherins." Alicia smiled at the little girl and motioned her to go out of the room. Marcia took one more look at Oliver and left to go find her mother who was working with another patient down the hall.
"Who are her parents?" Alicia looked back at Oliver who was reopening his eyes.
"Katie Bell and Marcus Flint."
"Well that explains the whole Slytherin pride thing." He smiled weakly, but he couldn't fool Alicia. She knew he wasn't at all close to being healthy again. She handed him a potion which made him go back to sleep. Sleep was the best healer in her experience. It gave the body time to heal itself.
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When Oliver awoke once again, Alicia allowed Chris and Harry to visit. They needed to ask him questions as the arrival of Oliver had reopened the case of the missing Order members. Oliver told all. How George, Oliver and Marcus had been trapped by the Death Eaters. How he and Marcus had been tied to trees and forced to watch the men beat George before throwing him onto the middle of the road.
However, Oliver never got to find out how George faired. He and Marcus had been blindfolded and taken and taken into a carriage where they were driven to a camp that was owned by one of the men; Goyle, he thought but wasn't sure. They were thrown into a stall in the stables. From there, they were left alone and their captives did not return for at least three days. After that, Marcus and Oliver only ate once a day with meager servings. It seemed that Marcus was prone to tortures the most. Oliver had his share a little each day, but after Marcus endured his beatings he wouldn't be able to move. After he was just about recovered it would start all over again, beating him till he was almost dead. Although, they didn't want him dead they wanted him to suffer for betraying the Dark Lord, for being a traitor to pure blood.
Oliver had managed to escape a week before and managed to find his way to a road he recognized as going by the Flint home. He went there hoping that Katie still lived there. Everyone, while horrified, was glad he and Marcus were still alive.
Harry and Chris just hoped they could find Marcus in time to save him.