روايات وقصص ضمن Harry Potter Oliver Wood

"Hunter mentioned there haven't been any further security breaches." I tapped my pen against the map, deliberately casual. "Good. Quiet. Normal." Then, before I could stop myself: "Oliver mentioned the same thing over coffee this morning." I watched his reaction from beneath my lashes, pretending to study the territory lines. His jaw clenched, a muscle ticking visibly before he smoothed his expression into practiced neutrality. "Oliver Redwood," he said, the name coming out clipped. "From Silver Lake Pack. I've seen him around campus quite a bit lately."

They ignored me or worse scowled at me in warning, giving me the feeling that not all of them were as welcoming as my two friends. "Don't bother with them. Most of them are mean fúckwads." Oliver had said. I didn't try making new friends because I was quite happy around Oliver and Anjelo. I was starting to feel like we could have our own Golden Trio although I'm not as smart or beautiful as Hermione Granger. But my friends are as good as Harry and Ron.

"I need Oliver." "He's three," I say. "His light magic can stabilize the transfer. Without him it's more dangerous for both of you. I've seen him work, Iris. He can do this." Through the bond: *Are you sure?* I look at Haven's shallow breathing. *No. But I'm doing it anyway.* --- Oliver is already awake when we come for him that evening, sitting up in his cot with his small hands glowing faintly gold in the dark like he knew we were coming.

"She's fine, the wound isn't too bad. Just don't let her walk for a few days, wait for the wound to dry up." Oliver nodded in understanding, his eyes looking straight at Sophia who was at home in her dreams. “By the way who is this girl, Oliver?” “She's my personal maid, Harry.” “What!” Harry almost shouted, but he quickly covered his own mouth with his hand. A personal maid? Isn't this girl too young to be a servant? “Let's talk outside.” Doctor Harry was one of Oliver's friends, they had been friends since childhood. Harry was 3 years older than Oliver. Their friendship had lasted for a long time. Harry already considered Oliver as his brother. Moreover, Harry has worked for Oliver's famil

"Oh, Oliver. You won't believe the things that I've seen Harry do. He's now a horrible monster. The day before, he entered this class that Sandra and I were in, and he was scaring the kids." "Some of them were even crying in his presence, but he didn't care. He's cruel, Oliver. He's beyond cruel, even. And he needs to be stopped." I turn over, and he nods. "I'm here now. We'll stop him together." Oliver tells me, and I nod. "I was told you have a plan." He says, and I nod. I've been plotting nonstop for weeks, and I'm sure that everything is going to happen just the way I want it to.

The dripping of the water now sounded nearer than ever, and Oliver took in a deep breath, cringing inwardly at the way his body felt. There was pain deep within, a physical pain like he had been hit over the head and at the same time blasted to the ground into unconsciousness. Maybe he had fallen unconscious. But from what? The 18-year-old tensed as the memories of what he remembered flitted through his mind. He was following that girl, he realized. And he had seen her enter a cave; he had waited for her until she came out, and she was fuming when she did come out. The girl was a witch, and he had seen a vision of Scarlett and his father after he unwittingly brushed the h of this girl’s dres