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

Chapter 4: Embracing the Inner Fear

With Oliver

As the chatter and anxiety about Sirius Black filled the Great Hall, Oliver leaned over to Hermione and whispered, "Want to take a walk? Get some fresh air?"

Hermione looked at him, her expression softening. "I'd love that."

They slipped out of the Great Hall, leaving behind the buzz of worried students. The grounds of Hogwarts were serene, the lake reflecting the soft light of the setting sun. The couple walked in comfortable silence for a while, their hands intertwined.

After a few moments, Oliver turned to Hermione, his eyes full of affection. "You know, every time I'm with you, I forget about all the madness."

Hermione smiled warmly. "I feel the same way. It's like the world just...calms down."

They reached a quiet spot near the edge of the Forbidden Forest. Oliver gently pulled Hermione to sit on a large, flat rock. "This is my favorite spot. It's peaceful."

Hermione looked around, taking in the beauty of the landscape. "It's lovely. I can see why you like it here."

Oliver's gaze softened as he looked at her. "You know, I never thought I'd find someone who understands me the way you do."

Hermione blushed slightly. "You're just saying that because you're sweet."

He chuckled. "No, really. You're smart and brave, and you always know how to handle everything. Even when things get tough."

She looked down at their intertwined hands. "You make everything better, too. You make me feel safe."

Oliver leaned closer, his voice gentle. "Hermione, I love you."

Hermione's heart fluttered. "I love you too, Oliver."

He smiled, brushing a strand of hair away from her face. "I can't wait for the day we can be together without all the chaos."

Hermione nodded. "Me too. But for now, moments like this are enough."

They sat there for a while longer, enjoying each other's company and the peacefulness of the Hogwarts grounds. The worries of the day melted away, leaving only the warmth of their love and the promise of a future together.

Hermione glanced at the time and said, "Come on, we can't be late for class."

Oliver groaned playfully. "But, baby, I--"

Hermione interrupted with a smile, gently pulling him to his feet. "No excuses," she said, wrapping her arms around his waist in a warm hug.

Oliver sighed, feigning reluctance. "You're lucky I love you," he said, a grin spreading across his face.

Hermione looked up at him, her eyes sparkling. "I'm not lucky. I'm blessed," she replied, holding him close as they began their walk back to the castle.

Hand in hand, they strolled through the Hogwarts grounds, their laughter and conversation making the journey back to class feel like a shared adventure rather than a mundane task.

In Defence Against the Dark Arts Class

The students gathered around a mysterious box.

Lupin began, "Intriguing, isn't it? Would anyone like to venture a guess as to what's inside?"

Dean answered confidently, "That's a boggart, that is."

"Very good, Mr. Thomas. Now, can anybody tell me what a boggart looks like?" Lupin asked.

Oliver spoke up, "No one knows. Boggarts are shape-shifters. They take the shape of whatever a person fears the most. That's what makes them so..."

Lupin interjected, "So terrifying. Yes, yes, yes. Well done, Mr. Queen. I didn't expect you to get that."