Harry Potter: The Green Arrow of Hogwarts (Book 2) (Fan Fiction)

Chapter 1: The Arrow's Oath

At Queen Manor

In Oliver Queen's room

Oliver sat at his desk, absorbed in his reading. The soft rustle of wings drew his attention.

"Hold on, Shadow," Oliver said, glancing up at his owl. "I can't use magic outside of Hogwarts."

He stood and approached the cage, gently slipping his finger through the bars. "Can you wait just a little bit longer, please?"

Shadow hooted softly, nuzzling Oliver's finger with her beak. Oliver smiled and gave her a gentle scratch before turning back to his desk.

Just as he was about to return to his reading, a loud crash echoed from downstairs. Oliver's heart raced as he bolted from his room, sprinting down the stairs two at a time.

Bursting into the living room, he found his mother, Moira Queen, standing amidst the scattered remains of what used to be a perfectly good vase. Harry was beside her, looking sheepish.

"What's going on here?" Oliver demanded, his voice steady despite the adrenaline coursing through him.

Moira turned, her expression softening when she saw Oliver. "It's alright, Oliver. Just an accident. Harry and I were having a bit of a disagreement."

Oliver's eyes flicked to Harry, who nodded apologetically. "Sorry, Oliver. I didn't mean to cause any trouble."

Oliver took a deep breath, trying to remain calm. "It's okay. I'll clean it up."

As he picked up the broken pieces, his mind raced. The new school year was just around the corner, and he knew it wouldn't be long before he and Harry were back at Hogwarts, facing whatever dangers lay ahead. Until then, he'd have to keep his head down and avoid any more trouble at home.

But something told him that trouble had a way of finding them, no matter where they were.

After clearing up the mess, Oliver turned to his mother. "Mom, can I talk to you for a moment?"

Moira nodded, following Oliver into the kitchen. Once they were alone, Oliver spoke softly but firmly. "Mom, I know Harry can be a handful sometimes, but I need you to be a little nicer to him. Uncle Vernon was mean to him, and Harry doesn't need more of that."

Moira's expression softened further. "I understand, Oliver. I'll try to be more patient with him. It's just that sometimes..."

"I know," Oliver interrupted gently. "But Harry's been through a lot. He needs to feel safe and welcome here."

Moira sighed and nodded. "You're right. I'll do my best."

"Thanks, Mom," Oliver said, giving her a reassuring smile. "It means a lot to me."

As they returned to the living room, Oliver felt a sense of relief. With Moira's promise to be kinder to Harry, he hoped the rest of the summer would be a bit smoother. And as they prepared for another year at Hogwarts, Oliver vowed to protect his cousin from whatever challenges lay ahead.

After clearing up the mess and speaking with his mother, Oliver decided it was time to check on Harry. He made his way upstairs and knocked softly on Harry's door.

"Come in," came Harry's muffled voice.

Oliver opened the door to find Harry sitting on his bed, looking glum. "Hey, Harry," Oliver said, stepping inside and closing the door behind him. "Mind if I sit?"

Harry shook his head. "Sure, go ahead."

Oliver sat down on the edge of the bed and looked at his cousin. "I'm sorry about what happened downstairs. Mom didn't mean to get so upset. She promised she'll try to be more patient."