Harry Potter: The Green Arrow of Hogwarts (Book 1) (Fan Fiction) (REPOSTED)

Chapter 1: Coming Home

A voice narrates, "Hello. My name is Oliver Queen. For the past seven years, I've had only one goal: to be the greatest wizard alive. If you all don't know, I am a half-blood. A half-blood is a wizard who has only one parent who is a wizard. My mother, Moira Queen, was said to be one of the greatest witches to have ever been alive. But my father was also a wizard. He was a pure-blood, while my mother was half-blood."

"If you don't know my story... you might know my cousin's... Harry Potter."

In 1991

Oliver lay in a hospital bed, the soft hum of fluorescent lights above him. As he stirred awake, his vision adjusted, and he noticed a familiar figure standing nearby.

Opening his eyes fully, he saw his mother, Moira, her face illuminated by a gentle, relieved smile.

"Oh, my beautiful boy," Moira whispered, her voice filled with warmth. "I've missed you."

A weak but genuine smile spread across Oliver's face. "Mom."

Tears glistening in her eyes, Moira leaned forward and wrapped him in a careful embrace, mindful of his fragile state. Oliver exhaled, a wave of relief washing over him as he returned her hug.

Moira pressed a tender kiss to his forehead. "How are you feeling?" she asked softly.

Oliver took a moment, then replied, "Decent. I think that's the longest I've slept since the night of the boat."

Moira's smile widened, though it wavered with emotion. "It's good to have you back home, Oliver. I love you."

"I love you too, Mom," he whispered, the words carrying the weight of years and unspoken longing.

Oliver took a shaky breath, his gaze drifting to the sterile hospital room around him. "I can't believe I'm finally home," he said, his voice thick with disbelief.

Moira's expression softened, though a shadow of grief lingered in her eyes. "It's been five years, Oliver," she said, her voice trembling slightly. "Five years since the Queen's Gambit went down. We thought we'd lost you forever."

Five years. The weight of her words settled over Oliver, and he struggled to process the enormity of it. Five years of lost time, of pain and survival, rushed back to him in a wave. He looked at his mother, a mixture of sorrow and determination in his eyes.

"I'm so sorry for everything you went through," he whispered. "For what you all had to endure while I was gone."

Moira cupped his face gently, her thumb brushing away a tear that had slipped down his cheek. "You're here now," she said firmly, her voice filled with conviction. "That's all that matters."

Oliver nodded, clinging to her words like a lifeline, though he knew the journey home had only just begun.

Oliver's eyes softened as a thought crossed his mind. "Where's Thea?" he asked, his voice carrying a note of urgency. "Is she alright?"

Moira's expression brightened with a hint of relief. "She's fine," she assured him, her smile warm. "Thea's at the Manor, waiting for us. She's been so anxious to see you."

Oliver's heart clenched at the mention of his little sister. The last time he had seen Thea, she was just a small child, innocent and full of laughter. The idea that five years had passed and that she had grown up without him felt staggering. "I can't wait to see her," he said quietly, emotion thick in his voice.

Moira's grip on his hand tightened. "She's changed a lot," she said softly, a bittersweet note coloring her words. "But I know seeing you will mean everything to her."