This is War (The Quidditch Pitch 'Three'quel) An Oliver Wood Love Story

Frustration

Serena and Oliver were adapting to their new lives in Holbeton. It was hard, but Serena's father always used to say "anything worth doing in life is hard." Months had passed and everything seemed to be fine with the Order and Lord Voldemort. They were so cut off from the rest of the wizarding world that they had almost forgotten about everything bad that was happening. The only person who knew of their location was Dumbledore. They had been keeping in touch with him by owl, but only every now and then.

The house no longer looked as if it was abandoned, at least for wizards. Dumbledore did suggest that they place a muggle repellant on the house so nothing looked out of the ordinary so the house still looked abandoned for muggles.

The inside was a different story. Serena and Oliver had put furniture and decorations in the house so it almost felt like home. The only thing that was missing was their love of Quidditch. They tried to compensate with football, but neither one of them found it nearly as exciting and gave up after a few days.

Everything was well at the little house in Holbeton and Oliver and Serena were thankful for the time they got to spend together, but eventually they started to come down with cabin fever. They both wanted to leave the house and get out of town. Serena desperately wanted to visit her mother, but Dumbledore advised against it. Oliver was getting frustrated that he couldn't use magic and kept picking small fights with Serena here and there. Some nights they were happy and making love, but others they were at each other's throats. They had never experienced this before. Too much time together was never a good thing. People need their space and Oliver and Serena weren't getting any time for themselves. All couples fight. If they didn't then they weren't a real couple.

"I'm getting so frustrated," said Serena one night at dinner. "How can Dumbledore expect us to stay here? Without any updates or any information on what's going on out there? This isn't fair! We are so cut off from the world!"

"Maybe he's just trying to keep us safe," said Oliver.

"I know he's trying to keep us safe, but it would be nice to have SOME information."

"I think he's kind of busy running a school," retorted Oliver. "You know, other important things. The world doesn't revolve around you, Serena."

"I'm not trying to pick a fight with you, Oliver," said Serena. "I'm just trying to have a conversation."

"Your conversations lately have been the same thing over and over," said Oliver. "Yes, I know you're bored here and I know you want to leave but we can't."

"That's not what I said at all," said Serena. "Why don't you listen to me for once?"

"I listen to you every time you open your mouth!"

"No you don't! You listen to what you want to hear!"

"And what is it exactly that I want to hear?" snapped Oliver. "I'm constantly trying to make you happy Serena, but you've been so moody lately! I'm doing everything I can to protect you but you're making it so difficult!"

"Oh, so I'm difficult?"

"A little bit, yeah!"

Serena angrily stood up from the table and threw her dirty dish into the sink causing a loud crash and stormed from the kitchen. Oliver placed his elbows on the table and massaged his temples. He looked over into the living room and saw Serena sitting on the couch with her nose buried in one of her books. He stood up from the table and slowly walked towards her. She didn't look up at him as he sat down next to her. He wasn't sure what to do, nervous that he was going to get a bad reaction from her but he placed his hand on her thigh. Luckily, she didn't swat it away.

"I'm sorry," he said knowing that's what he had to say if he wanted her to talk to him.

"Are you really sorry? Or are you just saying that because you know that's what I want to hear?" she snapped.

Damn, she was good.

"I'm really sorry," he said coming to his senses. "I shouldn't have snapped at you."

She closed her book and placed it on the coffee table.

"You have to realize that I'm scared," she said. "I act like I'm fine but I'm scared out of my mind. I'm scared that my mother is in danger. I'm scared my father is dead and I'm scared that something terrible is going to happen to you. Every day we're here is just another day I worry. That's why I'm so frustrated about not knowing what's happening. I'm scared that we're going to wake up one morning in a room full of Death Eaters. We may be away from home, but we aren't away from the danger, Oliver."

He gazed into her eyes and realized that he had been acting like a jackass. His girlfriend was terrified and he was picking fights with her just for the hell of it. He needed to be here for her and he needed to grow up and act like a man. It took him until now to realize that. They weren't in school anymore. Their protection wasn't guaranteed and he was amazed once again at how smart and mature Serena was.

"I love you, Serena," he said. "And again I'm sorry. I need to grow up and realize that this is about you, not me."

"That's not true," she said. "It's about both of us. The second you came into my life it's been about you too."

Oliver pulled Serena close to him and kept whispering how sorry he was. It was all he felt he could do to make her feel better.

The two of them ended up falling asleep on the couch together but they awoke suddenly when they heard a loud knock at the door.

"Who the hell is that?" whispered Serena. "It must be at least two in the morning."

Serena's heart was racing as Oliver walked slowly over to the door to see who it was. When he opened the door Serena's jaw dropped and tears started flowing from her eyes.