Harry Potter: The Green Arrow of Hogwarts (Book 3) (Fan Fiction)

Chapter 2: The Dementors

The next day

Ron approached Oliver with a concerned look on his face as they prepared to head to the Leaky Cauldron.

"Hey, Oliver," Ron began tentatively. "You seem a bit on edge. Everything alright?"

Oliver glanced at Ron, appreciating his concern. "Yeah, I'm okay," he replied, his voice tinged with a hint of exhaustion. "Just had a lot on my mind lately."

Ron nodded understandingly. "Is it about what happened the other night?" he asked quietly.

Oliver hesitated for a moment before nodding. "Yeah, partly," he admitted. "But it's also... everything else. Sometimes it feels like I'm juggling too many things at once."

Ron nodded sympathetically, placing a reassuring hand on Oliver's shoulder. "We all get overwhelmed sometimes," he said reassuringly. "But you don't have to carry it all alone, mate. We're here for you."

Oliver managed a faint smile, grateful for Ron's support. "Thanks, Ron," he said sincerely. "I appreciate it."

Ron clapped him on the back lightly. "Anytime, Oliver," he said with a smile. "Let's head to the Cauldron. A Butterbeer might do us all some good."

Together, they joined the rest of their friends, hoping for a moment of relaxation and camaraderie amidst the challenges they faced.

At the Leaky Cauldron

Oliver and Ron sat at a table in the Leaky Cauldron, sipping on butterbeer and engaged in conversation.

Hermione approached their table with a smile, and Ron greeted her playfully, "Well if it isn't the little one who keeps Oliver on his toes. Care for a drink?"

Hermione chuckled at Ron's remark and took a seat beside Oliver. "Thanks, Ron," she said, accepting the offer. Turning to Oliver, she asked with genuine concern, "How are you feeling, Ollie? You seemed a bit off earlier."

Oliver glanced at Hermione, appreciating her perceptiveness. "I'm okay," he replied softly, then looked down at his butterbeer thoughtfully. "Just a lot on my mind, you know?"

Ron nodded understandingly. "Yeah, we were just talking about that," he said, shooting Oliver a supportive glance. "You know we're here for you, mate."

Oliver managed a small smile, touched by their concern. "Thanks, both of you," he said gratefully. "I guess I've been feeling a bit overwhelmed lately."

Hermione placed a reassuring hand on Oliver's arm. "It's okay to feel that way," she assured him gently. "We all do sometimes. You don't have to carry everything alone."

Oliver nodded, feeling a sense of relief at their understanding. "I know," he said quietly. "Thanks for being there."

They sat together in comfortable silence for a moment, the warmth of friendship easing the weight on Oliver's shoulders.

Ron leaned forward slightly, his expression earnest. "I know you've got a lot on your plate, mate. It's tough, especially with Hermione looking out for you. But remember, we're all here for you. You can talk to us."

Hermione interjected, a touch of concern in her voice. "I don't always get on you, do I?"

Oliver remained silent, taking a sip of his butterbeer as he contemplated his response.

Seeing Oliver's hesitation, Hermione's expression softened. "I'm sorry if I come across that way," she apologized gently. "I never meant to..."

"It's okay, Hermione," Oliver interrupted softly, setting his drink down to reassure her. "I didn't want to upset you by saying anything."