He's my Keeper(Oliver Wood love story)

I'm Scared

A/N: I'm still having a hard time believing that I have like 631 reads! I thought when I posted this I would get very little to none. The best part isn't even that. It's that you guys are voting, commenting, and encouraging me to update faster and more often. I'm just letting you know that I've been really busy with school ans scholastic bowl, but scholastic bowl is over and school ends in 3 days, so I should be updating more frequently soon. I will try to update though. Thanks for reading.

Sophia Wright's P.O.V.

As soon as Professor Lupin dismissed the class, I ran out not even caring of Oliver was following me or not. I was so embarrassed for what happened. I can't believe my boggart turned into that.

Tears were streaming down my face as I made my way out to the Quidditch pitch. I laid in the center of the field and cried my eyes out. I didn't stop until I heard footsteps nearing me.

I sat up to tell the person to go away when I saw that it was Oliver.

"Are you okay, Sophia?" Oliver asked me carefully. He didn't seem to know how to handle my tears.

"No." I whimpered. Oliver sat down next to me and wrapped me into a hug.

"It's all okay. None of that will happen. I won't let it happen." Oliver rubbed my back to stop my crying while murmuring the comforting words.

"How do you know? Any of you could get hurt, at any time. It's not under your control, Oliver. If something happens to you, Fred, George, Angelina, or Katie I won't be okay. And you probably won't be able to help me much." I rambled.

"You need to relax, Sophia. It's not like we're in the middle of a war, where one perish could die at any minute. We are all fine and you need to realize that. Nothing is going to happen. To any of us." Oliver soothed.

I nodded before leaning into Oliver. "I'm sorry."

"Why are you sorry?" Oliver questioned.

"For overreacting about my boggart. And for not even asking you if you were okay, after your encounter." I explained.

"You have nothing to be sorry for. Your reaction seems pretty normal to me since you just witnessed images of your loved ones dead. And I'm fine. A little shaken up but fine." Oliver answered my question.

"Can we just forget about this whole thing?" I asked him.

"Of course."

"Good. I don't want to be scared ever again like that."

Oliver leaned into me and gently pressed his lips to mine. We sat there for a few glorious seconds before someone stated, "Well, well, well... It appears someone didn't listen to my words of advice. You should learn to listen next time, or else you could find yourself in some serious trouble. I guess I'll have to teach you the hard way."

As Oliver and I looked up no one was there but we knew Anna had just been there threatening me. Again. And this time she didn't seem like she was messing around. She was out for blood. Specifically mine.