Harry Potter Oliver Wood Novels & Stories

He wore an insignia on this cardigan that signified the castle, which made sense as to why I had never seen him before. "Sorry about that," he says, almost shyly, "I'm Oliver,” he mumbled as he passed me the pages of my poetry that had shed from my journal. For someone who was from the Sapphire Kingdom, he was extremely passive. "Charlie." ☾⭒☾⭒☾⭒☾⭒☾⭒☾⭒☾⭒☾⭒☾⭒☾⭒

Oliver said. Gordon wasn’t sure that he could do anything at the moment but he wanted to try. So, he closed his eyes, rubbed his palm together slightly and placed it inside the water and the water began to boil. His eyes were red, just like they were in the woods with Penelope. Oliver was convinced that he was indeed a fox devil, there was no other rational explanation for his abilities. Werewolves can’t do magic or anything related to that. “How was that?” Gordon said with a slight giggle.

I asked, only somewhat joking as I referred to the Untouchable that tormented and raped Olive as he pleased. ‘He-who-must-not-be-named’ wasn’t one of the nicknames she’d given him, but I couldn’t resist a good Harry Potter reference. That being said, Olive was much more creative in the nickname department. Among my favorites were asshat and the dickless wonder, but the last thing I wanted to bring up was Blaze Madden’s penis. I had a light breakfast and the last thing I wanted to do was spew it all over Olive’s shiny new car. No, thank you.

I shout, desperate. My stomach tenses as Oliver drops from the tree, covered in blood. He wipes his hand on his shirt then sticks his dirty fingers in his mouth, and whistles. I instantly follow his gaze to a nearby tree and look up to see Oscar, holding steady on Snake with a bow and arrow. He was always the better shot. “It’s okay!! Don’t hurt him! He’s with me. He’s no threat,” I say, my head facing up but my hands reaching for Oliver. I fall to my knees in front of him, just as a tear rolls down my cheek.

He looked around for a while and started to type on his computer and also a few things that I didn't quite understand. Oliver is a certified hacker and he knows his way around these things, yes and he is also working as my driver but that's twice a week the rest of the week he is a hacker, a very good one at that. “It was activated just two weeks ago and I have some videos and pictures, would you do the honours sir?” Oliver turned the laptop to me. I stared at him thinking of what he just said, was I even ready???. “I heard that barbecue is outside sir , Miss Desiree told me about it!”

The girl he swore to protect. The forest floor was churned into mud, leaves smeared with blood. Oliver’s chest was rising and falling as he stood over Reed, whose face was almost a bloodied bag, his robes ripped and stained. Oliver, despite being in his human form, had fought with a strength that surprised even himself. He'd given Reed no time to cast his spells, relentlessly closing the distance, a whirlwind of fists and feet. Reed sputtered, coughing up blood. “You… you think you’ve won?” he croaked, his voice a ragged whisper.

he said with a smile, but I shook my head. "Sorry, I don’t drink," I murmured, but Harry’s smile only grew wider. "I don’t either," he replied easily. "This is a soft drink, not liquor. It just looks a bit strange if we're sitting here, not drinking anything. Makes us look cooler, don’t you think?" I chuckled and accepted the glass from him. "You’re right, this does make it seem like we're part of the crowd." "So, Oliver," Harry began, his gaze inquisitive. "Can you tell me more about yourself?"

A whimper from Oliver had my eyes growing in horror. “Chris! Control your damn pheromones goddamnit!” I snapped at him furiously reaching for Oliver who was now shaking like a leave. “Shit!” Chris cursed under his breath before he finally put his pheromones under control, only then did Oliver stop shaking but his lids looked heavy as he blinked lazily and slowly closed his eyes. “Chris…he…he- “Nick, go call Harry now, hurry!” Nick rushed over to Harry’s office and reappear with Harry who probably thought he was done with us.

yet. “Roselyn Arahoz?” says a deep, manly voice, breaking me and Kate from our moment. I turn around to the voice, to find a man in his mid fifties staring from me to Kate, as if recognising us. I stare at the man, trying to figure out how he knows me, until the bells ring in my head. Our debate councillor. Our trainer. Mr. Potter.

By majority vote, Olivia and I had decided to watch, for the trillionth time, Harry Potter and the sorcerer's stone, and while Nick was initially reluctant to see anything other than action, after forty minutes you could tell that we had created a new fan with the adventures of the most wonderful wizard in the world. “And when is the next one released?” He asked as soon as the movie finished. "In November.” we both answered at the same time. "But you even respond at the same time and everything!” Nick said laughing. We just smile at each other before looking at him. "Okay, don't kill me.” Was his answered before getting up "I have to go.” He said looking at his watch. I was surprised to see