Elizabeth Pure (A Harry Potter/ Weasley Twins/ Oliver Wood Fan Fic)

Scared, Snogged, and Saddened

"Oh my gosh! Liz!" cried Angelina, running over and hugging Liz when the four students got into the common room. "You had us worried! We got back here and realized you weren't with us! We tried to go after you, but Perce wouldn't let us." She said, pulling away.

"Eh, we weren't worried." George and Fred said at the same time, but still high fiving her.

"I can't believe you maggots already heard about the troll. How on earth?" Liz began but was tackled by an over joyous Oliver.

"Good. Your arms and legs are still intact." He said, pulling himself away, a blush spreading across his face. "For Quidditch, of course." He looked at everyone who was staring in surprise at the affection he had just displayed.

"The whole lot of us were scared stiff, Pure." Lee said, earning an embarrassed smack from George, then Fred.

"I wasn't" said George.

"Me neither." Fred echoed.

"You were too. If you were a real man you'd own up to it and admit that. Admit it. You both love her. She IS practically your sister! The Sorting Hat DID say that it was Seeing Triple, more like stealing a look into your emotional paths and they're practically IDENTICAL!" Angelina said, glaring at the twins. They both looked completely embarrassed and they shuffled their feet.

"Well, at least I'm safe, yeah? So you were worried about me, but NOT your brother, or Hermione, or Harry?" she asked the twins. They looked at her and laughed, "You're our partner in crime! Of course you matter most!" they said, but deep down they knew that their family and friends couldn't mean more or less than any other.

"Alright everyone!  To your dormitories! It's time for resting!" cried the Head Boy. Everyone began to shuffle to their dorms, but Oliver grabbed Liz's arm.

"Hey, can, um, we talk?" He asked.

"Yeah, sure!" Liz said, and they sat down on the couch. She looked at the fire before them, and felt her cheeks blush a bit. Oliver looked at his hands.

"So, our first Quidditch game is in a week," She said, breaking the ice.

"Yes, it is. You ready?" Oliver asked, looking at her. She shrugged nervously.

"I suppose." Liz said, looking intently at the fire.

Oliver bit his lip as if debating something until and took her hand in his and pulled her close to him. "Before you tell me no, let me kiss you first." He then leaned in and pressed his lips against hers. Her eyes widened then they fluttered shut and she kissed him back.

Finally they both broke the kiss, pulling back from each other. She looked down, biting her lip. She was blushing a bright red and was glad for the fire since it masked her blush with its fiery glow.

"That was..." Oliver began quietly.

"Perfect." Liz said looking up at him. He smiled at her.

"After tonight, I realized that I really liked you, and I couldn't let you well, die, without knowing how I felt about you." Oliver said, holding her hand.

Liz smiled at him, "That morning before tryouts I realized that I liked you." She said sheepishly.

"Well, I'm glad that you feel the same way about me, Elizabeth." He said, kissing her gently.

"Does this mean I'm your girlfriend, Wood?" Liz asked, smirking.

"I'm assuming so," He said with an eyebrow raised.

"Oi you two! You're supposed to be in your dorms!" said the Head Boy, coming down the stairs, glaring at the both of them. "I don't care if you're Quidditch Captain or not, Wood, on you both go!"

Liz stood and reluctantly let go of Oliver's hand and they made their way up the stairs. Oliver gave her a kiss on the cheek and vanished into his dorm and Liz followed suit.

As soon as her head hit the pillow, Liz was asleep dreaming of her new boyfriend. Dream after dream until suddenly dreams turned into a nightmare.

"Merry Christmas Dad!" Liz yelled, running down the stairs. She entered her father's room but her wasn't there.

"Dad?" She asked, looking around the house. She entered the living room and froze. Her dad was laying there in a puddle of blood. "

DAD! DADDY!" She shrieked, trying to rush forward, but hands from all over the place reached out for her, people moaning her name. They were all faces of friends, relatives, but evil. They grinned awfully at her. She screamed in terror as the dark arms swallowed her. She couldn't escape them.

"Elissssaaaabeth Graccce Pure." A hissing voice came from inside her head. "You are meant to be here. With the dark. With the shadowsssss. With the pain. With your cousin and aunt and uncle." The voice slithered around her head, seeming to swallow her whole. Elizabeth tried to scream, but she couldn't. The voices were too much. She writhed in pain and terror. The light began to fade, and in the last second she heard her father's gasp of pain.

"DAD!" Elizabeth shouted, sitting up in bed. She shook her head, sweating and shivering. Elizabeth had tears on her face. She quickly wiped them away and climbed out of her bed. She left the girls dorm and entered the common room. She sat on the couch and stared into the still-burning flames. She sighed, upset, reliving the memory. Smiling at her dad, thinking, and then he slumps over, dead. Elizabeth looked down at her hands, sick and saddened at the memory. She looked up at the ceiling and whispered, "Why?"

She got up and returned to her bed, tired, forlorn, and saddened.