Olive Wood and the Cup of Potions

The Door

Hermione, Ron, Olive, and Harry stared at the Map in awe. From a map of the South West wing to a map of the Gryffindor Common Room! 

'Wait, if this is the Common Room, the Cup of Potions is in here, somewhere!' Ron exclaimed. 

'Or, it could be a passageway to the pace the Cup is in.' Hermione sassed. 

'Or that.' Ron muttered. 

'Where does it lead to?' Harry asked. Olive picked the Map up and scanned it. 

'It leads to the fire,' Olive said. 

'The fire?' Ron asked. 'Why would the Cup be hidden in the fire?' 

'There's probably a secret passageway behind it.' Hermione said. 

'Maybe we should check?' Harry suggested. 'Like, look for a secret... something?' They all exchanged glances, and even though this sounded extremely stupid, they decided to give it a go.

Olive rolled up the Map and put it in her pockets, getting up. She wal ked to the fireplace, Ron, Hermione, and Harry following. There was nothing out of the ordinary but, something felt different. ,

'Do you feel that?' Olive asked, brushing her hands against the cobble stone. 

'Feel what?' Harry asked. Now he was brushing his hand against the fire. Then, when both their hands were parallel, a rumbling sound was heard.

What's that?' Ron asked. Slowly, the fire began to fade away... And in its place was an incredibly small door.it was covered in beautiful art and was made of cedar wood. 

'Are we supposed to go in? Harry asked. 'Of course! The cup could be hidden here. ' Olive said.

Harry, Ron, Hermione, and Olive stepped through the door.

The inside was cold, and dreary. It was so dark that Olive and Hermione had to light their wands. 

'Lumos' they whispered. The tunnel lit up in the light and it was even worse. There were paintings of witches and wizards dying, and muggles being attacked by dark wizards. 

And then they, heard a sound. Like muffled footsteps. Ron paled and said, 'Maybe we should just go back.'  

'No' Olive said lucky for her Harry and Hermione agreed with her. 'Fine. But if we die, our blood is on your hands Olive' Ron said. Once they reached the end, Harry and Olive gasped. There was a picture of Harry and Olive's parents together! James and Lilly Potter with Zachary and Jennifer Wood were in the same picture hugging each other. There were people laughing and smiling in the background..

'Mum. Dad.' Olive muttered under her breath. Harry was staring at his parents and Ron and Hermione clearly didn't know what to do. They were just standing in the back. Dumbledore was right. Olive did look like her mum. But with her dad's eyes. Olive smiled at the memory of them. She looked at Harry. 

He was smiling at the way his parents loved Olive's. 'Guess our parents were best friends just like us, Harry.' Olive said. 

'I guess they were.' Harry replied smiling.  Then, they heard a roar. 

'What was that?' Ron squeaked. Olive felt that the presence was familiar. She was staring in the direction which it came from. 

'Olive? What's the matter?' Hermione asked. Olive didn't reply but walked away as fast as she could. Then, she broke into a run. 

'Olive? Olive, what're you doing?!' Harry yelled after her and he went after her. 

Olive stopped in front a... three- headed cat?!  'What in the name of Merlin's beard is that?!' Ron asked from behind her. 

'I don't know and I don't want to know.' Hermione said as the creature moved its head towards them and hissed. 

'Let's get out of here!' Olive yelled. 

They all ran out of the room and out of  the tunnel, so fast they probably hit a world record. The furnace closed behind them and they were left panting. 

'Let's never to that again.' Harry sighed plopping himself down on the sofa. 

'Indeed,' Olive said sitting next to him. Harry wrapped his arm around Olive's shoulders and everyone knew he only did that whenever he felt a possible threat around her. But, Olive rested her head in his arms. 

'Maybe we should Al, get some rest. Christmas is tomorrow after all.' Hermione said. Olive went up with Hermione to the girls dormitory and the boys to theirs. Once inside, she realised how lonely she would be. But then it hit her. Hermione was alone as well! She jumped up and ran to Hermione's dormitory. As soon she got there, Hermione opened the door. 

'Olive!' 

'Hermione!' 

'I was just about to come visit you seeing to the fact we both have no one in our dormitories.' She said. 

'So where do we sleep?' Olive asked. 

'How 'bout yours?' Hermione said. Olive nodded and prepared Flora's bed for Hermione. They both fell asleep at probably one in the morning because they were enjoying talking about everyone. 

But the one thing Olive found that hit her really hard during their conversation was why a framed picture of her and Harry's parents was on the wall in that tunnel. Little did she know Harry was thinking the same things in his mind...