Second Book. Sequel of It Has Always Been You. (Oliver Wood X READER)
Y/n struggles with her relationship with Oliver. As a new girl from France attends Hogwarts. Y/n begins to notice Oliver change as both grow more distant. Does Oliver still love Y...
Hogsmeade evenings were usually loud — clinking butterbeer mugs, laughter echoing off stone walls, firelight spilling from the taverns
Y/n and I walked side by side, our cloaks brushing, boots crunching in the frost. She didn't say much, just kept her hood low, her hands shoved into her pockets. I stayed close, watching every shadow.
We finally reached the crooked, cracked sign of the Hogshead Inn.
"Ready?" I murmured.
Y/n nodded once.
We pushed open the creaky wooden door. Dust and smoke hit us immediately. Only a handful of cloaked figures lingered inside, the kind who didn't want to be recognized. A couple of tired witches slumped over steaming mugs.
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And behind the bar— Aberforth Dumbledore.
He eyed us with suspicion until he saw Y/n.
His expression changed instantly.
"Back room," he grunted, wiping a glass with a rag that was somehow dirtier than the glass. "They're waitin'."
I blinked. They?
Before I could ask, Y/n motioned for me to follow. We slipped past crates and old barrels, down a narrow hallway lit by one dim oil lantern swinging gently with the draft.
She stopped at a door. No windows. Dust motes floated in the lantern glow.
I pushed the door open—
—and froze.
Alex looked up first, offering a small, tired smile that didn't quite reach his eyes.
"Oliver. Y/n." His voice was softer than usual... worn out.
But before I could say anything—
Natalia moved.
She rushed forward so fast I barely had time to react. She wrapped her arms around both Y/n and me, pulling us into a tight, desperate hug—one that said everything she'd been holding in.
"It's good to see you," she breathed, voice trembling just enough to betray her exhaustion. "Both of you. I—Merlin, I'm so relieved you're here."
Y/n returned the hug with gentle pressure. I wrapped one arm around Natalia's shoulders, steadying her.
She felt too light. Too cold.
Too shaken.
When she finally pulled back, she wiped her eyes quickly, pretending she hadn't teared up at all.
I frowned, worry tightening in my chest. "Nat... what happened? You shouldn't even be here. You should be halfway across Romania, not—"
"Not hiding in a pub cellar?" Natalia tried to joke, but her voice cracked. "Yeah. I know."
