He's my Keeper(Oliver Wood love story)

Threatned

Sophia Wright's P.O.V.

Saying I was scared was honestly an understatement. I was terrified. I can't believe they threatened me. What did I even do? I just walked into the Great Hall to eat. I can't remember doing anything bad at least.

Should I tell Oliver? Yes... No... I don't know. It might just be an empty threat, but it could be serious.

I'll talk to him later. Right now is a Tim for food. I dug into my chicken wings and fries. Fred, George, Angelina, and Katie were all staring at us expectantly.

"Soooo..." George said.

"So what?" I asked him trying to play dumb.

"Oh cut the act, Sophia. You know what. Just answer out questions." Angelina retorted.

"You technically haven't asked us any questions yet." Oliver stated.

"When did this happen? Last thing I knew you butt were trying to ignore your feelings." Katie asked.

"It happened literally 5 minutes ago. You haven't missed much." I said.

Fred turned to Oliver and asked, "Why didn't you tell us you were going to ask her out? We would've helped you do something big."

Oliver rolled his eyes and said, "Fred, you would've spilled the secret to Angelina, who in turn would accidentally spill the secret to Sophia. If I told George he would tell Fred and the cycle repeats itself."

"That is completely untrue." Fred and George said together in mock offense.

"Oh, I'm sure." Oliver said sarcastically.

"When are you going to have your first date?" Kati asked excitedly.

"Probably next Hogsmeade trip. I don't know, Katie. He literally just asked me out." I answered.

My friends kept piling on questions, but soon lunch was over.

"I've got to head down to the hospital wing for my independent study course with Madame Pomfrey. I'll see you guys later." With that I got up and headed out of the Great Hall.

I made my way up to the hospital wing in record time. I was so excited to finally start learning how to become a healer. When I'm older, I want to be the professional healer for Puddlemore United. That was my Quidditch team, which coincidently happened to be the team Oliver wanted to play for. It worked out perfectly.

"Ah, good, your here. You can start by organizing those potions. There are no patients at this moment, so no need to help me with patients. Tell m E when your finished, and I'll give you a new task." Madame Pomfrey instructed me.

I wasn't thrilled about organizing potions, but I knew you had to start somewhere. I organized them alphabetically, and I was soon finished.

After several more tasks, my independent study hour was over. I said goodbye to Madame Pomfrey and made my way to Defense Against the Dark Arts.

When I walked in, Oliver was holding a seat for me. I sat down next to him and said, "Hey, Oliver. I need to talk to you about something." I needed to tell him about the threat.

"What is it Sophia? Is something wrong?" Oliver questioned.

"Well, sort of." I responded.

"Explain please." Oliver demanded.

I took a deep breath and said, "After we walked into the Great Hall, and sat down, someone came up to me while you weren't paying attention and said, 'You're going to pay for this Wright. End it while you still can. Or else.' They were talking about us dating, Ollie. What do I do?"

Oliver stared at me for what seemed like forever before saying, "Who? Who threatened you?"

I gulped before responding, "Anna Taylor."