Obsessed || An Oliver Wood/Harry Potter fanfiction

Obsessed || An Oliver Wood/Harry Potter fanfiction

Lo and behold another Harry Potter fanfic, this one being between my character, Emalia Moran, and Oliver Wood. It takes place during Harry Potter and the Sorcerer's (or Philosopher's) Stone, which is Em's third year, and I put Oliver in fourth year for the sake of the story.

published on May 053 reads 3 readers 1 not completed
Chapter 1.

Diagon Alley

        I sit on my window seat, watching the sunrise and reading 'Quidditch Through the Ages' when my door creaks open. I hear a yawn.
        "Emalia, it's only what, five o'clock in the morning, and you're already reading that book. How many times have you read it now?" my mother asks me.
        "Seven," I say nonchalantly. She scoffs.
        "Well, get dressed. We need to go to Diagon Alley to get your school supplies today." I perked up at that. I had been waiting all sumer to go to Diagon Alley. Let me start over. My name is Emalia (Em-ale-ya) Moran, and I'm thirteen years old. I'm about to start my third year at Hogwarts, along with my two friends, Fred and George Weasley. I'm a Ravenclaw and became captain of the Quidditch team this year. I'm a seeker and have one enemy: Oliver Wood.
        I met Oliver Wood last year when I became the seeker for the Ravenclaw Quidditch team. He's about the only person I know of who's as passionate about (*couch* obsessed with *cough*) Quidditch as I am.
        I pull on my blue jeans and white button-up that ties in the front. I walk into my huge closet and start looking for my lavender converse. I find them and put them on, walking into the bathroom. I apply my make-up, which consists of a silver eyeshadow mix, eyeliner, mascara, and nude lipstick with a silver shimmer.
        "Are you ready, Em?" my mum yells from downstairs.
        "Yeah, Mum!" I  yell. Tying my hair into a dutch braid, I run downstairs, grabbing my bag off my bed. "Come on!" We walk to the grand fireplace in our living room. I look at my mum. "Can I go alone this year, Mum?"
        "Do you remember where everything is?" I nod. "I don't see why not." I smile and walk into the fireplace, dipping my hand into the floo powder and grabbing a handful.
        "Diagon Alley," I say, throwing the powder to the ground. Next thing I know, I'm standing in Diagon Alley. It's as busy as ever, with witches and wizards scrambling around. I look at the list in my hand. "New robes, definitely need those." Seeing as I had grown three inches in the past year, I headed toward Madame Malkins.
        "Ah, Emalia, good to see you!" she says. Madame Malkin and I have been friends since first year. When I got my first set of robes, we ended up talking for an hour. 'Life friends,' my mum calls us. "Any new news?" I smile.
        "I made the Quidditch team last year," I tell her, "and this year I'm captain." She nods.
        "Ah, perfect for you," she says. "I'll have your robes in a bit. Just long enough for you to run to that Quidditch shop down the street and get you a new broom or something." I smile at ther.
        "Thank you, Madame Malkin," I say, walking away.
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I'm nice to give free rep points cause at the time of age barely anyone is on!
on May 05