Olivia Potter. The Innocent Child. July 31st, 2007. The day she ran away, slipping through the shadows of Potter Manor, her absence unnoticed amidst the celebrations for her twin brother, Harry. Forgotten and alone, Olivia left behind a life where s...
The training room is dimly lit, the glow of the early morning casting long shadows across the space. Ollie enters quietly, her footsteps echoing softly as she steps onto the empty training floor. The room is vast and silent, a stark contrast to the chaos that usually fills it later in the day. Ollie takes a deep breath, looking around at the equipment. She's here early - determined to get a head start on training, to prove she can keep up. Her eyes land on the punching bag, and she moves toward it, squaring her shoulders and clenching her fists. She glances down at her knuckles, raw from yesterday's drills, but she pushes the thought aside.
She bounces on her feet for a moment, taking a deep breath before she starts to punch. Her form is hesitant at first, each punch slightly off balance, but her focus sharpens, and she strikes with growing confidence. Her fists make contact with the bag, the dull thud filling the quiet room as she finds her rhythm. After a few minutes, her muscles start to burn, but she pushes through the ache, driven by the memory of Eric's harsh words and her position near the bottom of the ranks. She can't afford to be weak.
The door creaks open, and Four enters, his gaze quickly spotting Ollie at the punching bag. He raises an eyebrow, watching her for a moment before stepping forward. "Up early, Stiff." She turns, startled to see him there. She straightens up, quickly wiping the sweat from her forehead. "I figured... I could use the extra practice." Ollie says defensively. Four smirks slightly, "Not a bad idea." He moves beside her, gesturing for her to continue. She hesitates but resumes her stance, throwing another punch. Four watches, his gaze analyzing her technique. "Your stance is off. Here." He steps closer, adjusting her shoulders and shifting her feet slightly. Ollie tenses, surprised by his proximity but focuses, nodding as he corrects her form. "Now try."
She strikes the bag again, this time her punch landing with more strength and precision. Four nods approvingly. "Better. You're stronger than you think, you just don't know it yet." Ollie meets his eyes, a flicker of determination and gratitude passing between them. For a moment, she feels a spark of confidence. "Thanks. Guess your not as scary as you look." She smirks. A hint of a smile is seen on his face as he steps back, watching her resume her training with renewed energy, her punches stronger and more focused. The room is quiet again except for the steady rhythm of her fists hitting the bag, each strike a testament to her resolve to prove herself.
As the scene unfolded, Hogwarts was buzzing. Whispers and excited glances rippled across the Great Hall, especially among the Ollie and Four shippers who were practically glowing with glee. A few Gryffindor and Hufflepuff girls squealed quietly as Four stepped in to help Ollie with her training, the intensity between them impossible to miss.
"Oh. My. God. Why can't I have someone like Four in my life?" someone whispered, fanning herself as Ollie and Four shared that small, charged moment. Even the usually unflappable Ravenclaws leaned in, intrigued by this unexpected connection, while the Slytherins exchanged smirks and raised eyebrows. And when Ollie smirked at Four, teasing him back, a few students couldn't help but giggle. Even the professors seemed amused by the reaction.
The screen ctus to ollie training, showing different places and different skills. Ollie stands in front of a target with a gun in her hands, her face focused and determined. She raises the gun, lining it up carefully before squeezing the trigger. The bullet flies, hitting just shy of the target's center. She exhales, a flicker of frustration crossing her face, but determination hardens her gaze.
Over several cuts, Ollie fires again and again, her hands steadying with each shot. Her accuracy improves with every pull of the trigger, her aim becoming sharper and more precise. A slight smile breaks through her intense focus as she finally lands a shot near the bullseye.
Sweat beads on her forehead as she lands punches on the heavy bag, each hit stronger than the last. She adjusts her stance, her movements smoother and faster. Her fists strike with confidence, her breathing steady, her form improving visibly with every punch. She stands before the target once more, her grip on the gun now firm and assured. She lines up her shot, inhales, and fires. This time, the bullet lands directly on target. She lets out a relieved breath, the satisfaction clear in her eyes.
Ollie walks past the Dauntless ranking board, pausing to take a closer look. Her name, once near the bottom, has moved up a few places. She stares at it, her expression a mix of pride and quiet relief. She lets out a small, triumphant smile before turning back to join the rest of the initiates, a renewed confidence in her step.
As the Great Hall watched Ollie's progress unfold, there was a palpable shift in the room. The steady confidence in her movements, her determination, and the subtle smile when she finally hit the target left everyone captivated. Lily and James Potter exchanged glances of astonishment and guilt-this was a side of their daughter they had never seen, a strength and resilience they'd failed to recognize. Lily's eyes misted, realizing just how much Ollie had grown in her absence.
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A/N
okayyy so sorry i havent updated but i was on holiday and i got robbed? anyway i keep waiting for an update and then i realise im the one writing it so lol
more four and ollie is coming and its gonna be sooo cute
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