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

Chapter 7: Sirius Black

In Divination class

In Divination class, the atmosphere was thick with the scent of incense and the murmur of students discussing their predictions.

Oliver sat at his desk, his gaze fixed vacantly out the window, his mind clearly miles away. While the rest of the class attempted to engage with Professor Trelawney's teachings, Oliver was lost in his thoughts.

A gentle hand on his shoulder stirred him from his reverie. Hermione leaned in close, her voice a soothing whisper. "Sorry, Professor. Ollie's got a lot on his mind."

Professor Trelawney, her large glasses perched on the tip of her nose, glanced over with understanding. "Oh, it's quite all right, dear. Perhaps we should focus on the rest of the class for now."

The students nodded in agreement, turning their attention back to the lesson. Meanwhile, Oliver remained absorbed in his world, his thoughts heavy and distant as he continued to stare out the window.

Hermione raised her hand and asked, "Professor, would it be alright if I spoke with Oliver outside the classroom?"

Professor Trelawney, with a thoughtful look, responded, "If you feel it necessary, dear, you may."

Hermione approached Oliver, gently taking his hand and leading him towards the door.

Oliver, bewildered, asked, "Hermione, what are you doing? We're in class."

Professor Trelawney observed with a knowing look. "I could tell he wasn't fully present."

Harry added, "I got him into trouble last night, and now he's trying to shift his focus, Professor."

Trelawney nodded, her concern evident. "Indeed, his concentration is already faltering. If he takes on too much, his mind may not handle it well."

Ron looked worried. "Oh no, will we lose Oliver if that happens?"

Bella, rolling her eyes, said, "Stop thinking the worst. Hermione can help him. Let's just focus on the lesson."

The group nodded in agreement, trying to refocus on their classwork.

Outside the classroom

As Hermione and Oliver stepped out into the hallway, Hermione gently squeezed his hand. "Come on, let's talk. You don't need to be alone with all this on your mind."

Oliver sighed, his shoulders slumped. "I just feel like everything's falling apart. I can't seem to get anything right."

Hermione led him to a quiet corner of the hallway, away from prying eyes. "It's okay to feel overwhelmed. Last night was a lot, and you're carrying a lot of responsibility. But you don't have to carry it all by yourself."

Oliver looked at her, his eyes filled with frustration. "I should be doing better. I promised to protect Harry, and now I feel like I'm failing."

Hermione placed her hands on his shoulders, looking him in the eyes. "You're doing your best, Ollie. Everyone makes mistakes. What matters is that you're trying. You're not alone in this; you've got friends who care about you."

Oliver took a deep breath, his expression softening. "Thanks, Hermione. I guess I just needed to hear that."

Hermione smiled reassuringly. "Of course. And remember, it's okay to ask for help. We're all in this together."

Oliver nodded, feeling a bit lighter. "I'll try to keep that in mind. It just helps to know that you're here."

Hermione gave him a comforting hug. "Always. Now, how about we head back to class? I'm sure Professor Trelawney will appreciate it if we don't keep her waiting."