With Oliver

As the chatter and anxiety about Sirius Black filled the Great Hall, Oliver leaned over to Hermione and whispered, "Want to take a walk? Get some fresh air?"

Hermione looked at him, her expression softening. "I'd love that."

They slipped out of the Great Hall, leaving behind the buzz of worried students. The grounds of Hogwarts were serene, the lake reflecting the soft light of the setting sun. The couple walked in comfortable silence for a while, their hands intertwined.

After a few moments, Oliver turned to Hermione, his eyes full of affection. "You know, every time I'm with you, I forget about all the madness."

Hermione smiled warmly. "I feel the same way. It's like the world just...calms down."

They reached a quiet spot near the edge of the Forbidden Forest. Oliver gently pulled Hermione to sit on a large, flat rock. "This is my favorite spot. It's peaceful."

Hermione looked around, taking in the beauty of the landscape. "It's lovely. I can see why you like it here."

Oliver's gaze softened as he looked at her. "You know, I never thought I'd find someone who understands me the way you do."

Hermione blushed slightly. "You're just saying that because you're sweet."

He chuckled. "No, really. You're smart and brave, and you always know how to handle everything. Even when things get tough."

She looked down at their intertwined hands. "You make everything better, too. You make me feel safe."

Oliver leaned closer, his voice gentle. "Hermione, I love you."

Hermione's heart fluttered. "I love you too, Oliver."

He smiled, brushing a strand of hair away from her face. "I can't wait for the day we can be together without all the chaos."

Hermione nodded. "Me too. But for now, moments like this are enough."

They sat there for a while longer, enjoying each other's company and the peacefulness of the Hogwarts grounds. The worries of the day melted away, leaving only the warmth of their love and the promise of a future together.

Hermione glanced at the time and said, "Come on, we can't be late for class."

Oliver groaned playfully. "But, baby, I--"

Hermione interrupted with a smile, gently pulling him to his feet. "No excuses," she said, wrapping her arms around his waist in a warm hug.

Oliver sighed, feigning reluctance. "You're lucky I love you," he said, a grin spreading across his face.

Hermione looked up at him, her eyes sparkling. "I'm not lucky. I'm blessed," she replied, holding him close as they began their walk back to the castle.

Hand in hand, they strolled through the Hogwarts grounds, their laughter and conversation making the journey back to class feel like a shared adventure rather than a mundane task.

In Defence Against the Dark Arts Class

The students gathered around a mysterious box.

Lupin began, "Intriguing, isn't it? Would anyone like to venture a guess as to what's inside?"

Dean answered confidently, "That's a boggart, that is."

"Very good, Mr. Thomas. Now, can anybody tell me what a boggart looks like?" Lupin asked.

Oliver spoke up, "No one knows. Boggarts are shape-shifters. They take the shape of whatever a person fears the most. That's what makes them so..."

Lupin interjected, "So terrifying. Yes, yes, yes. Well done, Mr. Queen. I didn't expect you to get that."

The box thudded ominously, drawing everyone's attention.

"Luckily, a very simple charm exists to repel a boggart. Let's practice it now. Without wands, please. After me: Riddikulus!"

Everyone echoed, "Riddikulus!"

Lupin encouraged them, "Very good. A little louder and very clear. Listen. Riddikulus."

The students shouted, "Riddikulus!"

"Excellent! Well, so much for the easy part. You see, the incantation alone is not enough. What really finishes a boggart is... laughter. You need to force it to assume a shape you find truly amusing. Let me explain. Uh, Neville. Will you join me, please?" Lupin asked.

Everyone looked at Neville, who hesitated. Oliver stepped in, "It's okay, buddy. Come on," offering his hand.

Neville took Oliver's hand, who reassured him, "Just take deep breaths before answering his question. Okay?"

Neville nodded, "Thanks, Ollie," and walked to Lupin.

Lupin greeted him, "Hello. Neville, what frightens you most of all?"

Neville took a deep breath and stammered something low.

"What?" Lupin asked.

"Professor Snape," Neville finally said.

The class burst into laughter, but Oliver didn't join in. He knew Snape could be genuinely frightening.

"Professor Snape? Yes, he frightens many. And I believe you live with your grandmother," Lupin continued.

"Y-Yes. But I don't want that boggart to turn into her either," Neville added.

The class laughed again, and Lupin reassured him, "No, it won't. I want you to picture her clothes-- only her clothes-- very clearly, in your mind."

"She carries a red handbag," Neville mentioned.

"We don't need to hear. As long as you see it, we'll see it. Now, when I open that wardrobe, here's what I want you to do. Excuse me," Lupin said, whispering something to Neville, "Imagine Professor Snape in your grandmother's clothes."

He then said aloud, "Can you do that?"

Neville nodded, and Lupin readied his wand, "Wand at the ready. One... two... three." He opened the door with a flick of his wand.

The wardrobe opened, revealing Professor Snape.

"Think, Neville. Think!" Lupin urged.

Snape advanced, and Neville shouted, "Riddikulus!"

Snape's outfit transformed into his grandmother's clothes, causing the entire class, including Lupin, to burst into laughter.

"Wonderful, Neville! Wonderful! Incredible. Okay, to the back, Neville. Everyone, form a line!" Lupin directed.

The students lined up, with Oliver right behind Ron.

"Form a line! I want everyone to picture the thing they fear the very most and turn it into something... funny," Lupin instructed.

He turned on some upbeat music, "Next! Ron!"

Ron stepped forward, and Lupin encouraged, "Concentrate. Face your fear. Be brave!"

The boggart transformed into a spider, and Ron whimpered.

Lupin urged, "Come on, wand at the ready, Ron. Wand at the ready."

Ron shouted, "Riddikulus!" The spider now wore rollerblades, struggling to stand up, causing everyone to laugh.

"Yes! You see? Very good! Very good! Marvelous! Absolutely, very, very enjoyable," Lupin praised.

Ron walked back to Oliver, and they high-fived. Lupin called out, "Next! Oliver!"

Oliver stepped forward, ready to face his fear.

The boggart then transformed into a mirror image of Oliver Queen, standing before him.

He sneered menacingly.

The real Oliver froze, hearing his deepest fears voiced aloud. His heart pounded in his chest as he stared at the distorted version of himself. For a moment, he felt the weight of those words crushing him.

Boggart Oliver stepped closer, continuing, "You couldn't save your father. You couldn't save Shado. You're a failure, Oliver. Always have been, always will be."

Oliver's mind raced, memories of his past failures flashing before his eyes. He clenched his wand tighter, his knuckles turning white. He knew he had to do something, to prove that those fears didn't define him.

Lupin's voice broke through his thoughts, calm and encouraging. "Remember, Oliver. Turn it into something funny."

Taking a deep breath, Oliver focused, trying to find humor in the situation. "Riddikulus!"

The transformation was almost immediate. Boggart Oliver stumbled back, suddenly wearing a ridiculous clown outfit, complete with oversized shoes, a red nose, and a large, floppy hat. He juggled colorful balls while tripping over his oversized shoes. The class erupted in laughter, the tension breaking instantly.

As the laughter from the transformed Boggart Oliver filled the room, Oliver took a step forward, his expression turning serious. He wasn't ready to let go of his fear so easily. 

The grotesque parody of himself continued to juggle and stumble around, but Oliver's eyes were locked on the creature, now taking on a more aggressive stance.

Boggart Oliver sneered, "You think this is funny? You think you can just laugh it all away? You'll never escape your failures, Oliver. You'll never be good enough."

Oliver's face hardened. The class's laughter dimmed as the intensity in the room increased. He took a deep breath, trying to center himself. The Boggart Oliver's taunts were hitting too close to home.

Lupin, sensing the shift, said softly, "Remember, Oliver, it's all about confronting your fears. Don't let it control you."

Ignoring Lupin's words, Oliver stepped closer, his gaze unwavering. "Shut up," he said firmly. "You're not real. You're just a manifestation of my fears, and I won't let you control me."

The Boggart Oliver's eyes gleamed with a malicious glint. "Oh, but I am real. I am a part of you. Every time you fail, every time you let someone down, that's me. And you can't run from it."

Oliver clenched his wand tightly, his resolve strengthening. "You're wrong. I've learned from my failures. I've grown from them. And I'm not afraid of you."

The Boggart Oliver growled, "Prove it then!" He lunged at the real Oliver, but it was a slow, lumbering attack, reflecting Oliver's inner struggle rather than a physical threat.

Oliver dodged, his movements swift and determined. "I don't have to prove anything to you!" he shouted, dodging another clumsy swing from the Boggart. "You're nothing but a bad memory!"

He raised his wand, his voice steady despite the chaos around him. "Riddikulus!"

But the Boggart Oliver remained defiant, still sneering and mocking him. It transformed momentarily into an exaggerated version of Oliver's past mistakes: his father's death, his failures as a hero, and the moments he felt he let people down. The images were jumbled and surreal, but they only fueled Oliver's anger.

"Stop it!" Oliver roared, his frustration palpable. "I won't let you keep haunting me!"

The Boggart Oliver smirked, the image shifting to Oliver in chains, helpless and defeated. "See? You're always trapped. Always bound by your past. Oliver Queen... you have failed Star City."

Oliver's face flushed with determination. He took a deep breath, channeling all his resolve. "No more. I'm done letting my past define me."

With a powerful shout, he cast, "Riddikulus!"

The Boggart Oliver's transformation was abrupt. It was as if a switch had been flipped. The grotesque figure turned into a cartoonish version of itself: dressed in a ridiculous tutu, with comically oversized glasses and a funny, high-pitched voice that squeaked, "I'm a failure! I'm a clown!"

The room erupted in laughter again, but this time, it was different. Oliver's laughter was genuine, his fear finally being replaced by the realization that he could overcome it.

Lupin, watching the transformation, nodded approvingly. "Well done, Oliver. You faced your fear and turned it into something laughable."

Oliver stood tall, feeling a sense of victory. The Boggart, now harmless, was nothing more than a funny, absurd figure in the corner of the room. He took a deep breath, letting the tension melt away.

Hermione, stepping forward, squeezed his hand gently. "You did it, Oliver. I'm so proud of you."

Oliver smiled at her, grateful for her support. "Thanks, Hermione. It was... a lot harder than I expected."

Ron clapped him on the back. "Nice job, mate. That was impressive."

As the class wrapped up and students began to leave, Oliver felt a renewed sense of confidence. The Boggart's defeat wasn't just about winning a spellcasting exercise; it was a personal victory over his fears and insecurities.

Lupin called out, "Parvati! Next! Parvati."

The class laughed at the amusing scene before them, their spirits high.

Lupin continued, "Show us what you see."

The boggart then transformed into a giant serpent, its hissing filling the room.

"Keep your nerve steady," Lupin encouraged.

Parvati, determined, shouted, "Riddikulus!"

The serpent morphed into a clown jack-in-the-box, eliciting more laughter from the class.

"Next!" Lupin called out.

Oliver and Hermione watched as Harry stepped up, Lupin encouraging him, "Step up! Step up! Wonderful, wonderful. Very good."

The boggart then shifted into a dementor, its low moaning sound chilling the room.

Lupin quickly intervened, running in front of Harry and shouting, "Here!"

The dementor transformed into a cloudy moon. Lupin immediately followed with, "Riddikulus!"

The moon turned into a balloon, which zoomed around the classroom, deflating noisily.

The class gasped and laughed, ducking as the balloon whooshed past them. Lupin used his wand to guide the boggart back into the wardrobe.

"Right, well, sorry about that. That's enough for today," Lupin announced. "If you'd all like to collect your books from the back of the class, that's the end of the lesson. Thank you."

The class groaned in disappointment, and Lupin added, "Sorry. Sorry. Go on. You can have too much of a good thing."

Oliver noticed Lupin's concerned gaze at Harry and saw Harry looking pensively at the wardrobe.

Walking over, Oliver asked, "You okay?"

Harry nodded, though his expression remained troubled. "Yeah," he replied.

Later

At the entrance

A group of students ran toward the entrance, their excitement palpable. Professor McGonagall stood sternly, reminding them, "Remember, these visits to Hogsmeade Village are a privilege."

Harry approached, hopeful. McGonagall intercepted him, saying, "No permission form signed, no visiting the village. That's the rule, Potter."

Filch, standing nearby, barked, "All those with permission, follow me. Those without, stay put."

Oliver joined Harry, who pleaded, "But Professor, I thought if you signed it, then I could go."

McGonagall shook her head. "I can't. Only a parent or a guardian can sign. Since I am neither, it would be inappropriate."

Oliver quickly interjected, "What if I signed it? I forgot to grab the paper at home. It could be my signature until Mom's signed paper gets here. I'm sorry, Professor. I thought I grabbed everything before coming here. I told Harry I'd handle it and I didn't. I sent an owl early for it to be sent."

McGonagall sighed, clearly exasperated. "I'm sorry, Mr. Queen, even though you two are cousins, you are not his parent or guardian."

With one of his charming smiles, Oliver tried, "I'm his Guardian Arrow."

McGonagall's expression softened but remained firm. "That's not good enough, Mr. Queen. You should have paid more attention, and now your cousin has to suffer for it."

She turned back to Harry, her tone regretful but resolute. "I'm sorry, Potter. That's my final word. Until that owl gets here, you stay here." With that, she left.

Harry forced a smile. "Forget about it, guys. See you later," he said, before heading back into the castle.

Oliver, Hermione, Ron, Bella, Barry, and Tommy exchanged looks of sympathy before joining the group of students heading to Hogsmeade.

Hermione turned around and waved to Harry, and he waved back while watching his cousin and friends go with the other students.

Later

In Hogsmeade

As the students gathered around in Hogsmeade, Oliver felt a deep sense of regret.

Bella noticed his downcast expression and asked gently, "Cousin, what's wrong?"

Oliver sighed, "I feel like an idiot. It's my fault that Harry is stuck at the castle."

Bella frowned, her concern growing. "Oliver, it's not your fault. You did your best."

Oliver shook his head, the weight of his mistake heavy on his shoulders. "I should have double-checked everything before we left. I promised Harry I'd handle it, and now he's paying for my oversight."

Hermione, overhearing the conversation, walked over and placed a comforting hand on Oliver's arm. "Hey, it's okay. Harry knows you tried. We'll figure something out. Maybe we can bring him back something from Hogsmeade to cheer him up."

Ron, standing nearby, nodded in agreement. "Yeah, we'll make it up to him. Harry's tough. He'll understand."

Barry chimed in, "Besides, the permission form will arrive soon, and he'll get to join us next time. Don't beat yourself up about it."

Tommy added with a reassuring smile, "We're a team. We'll get through this together."

Oliver managed a small smile, grateful for his friend's support. "Thanks, everyone. Let's make sure we have a great time here and bring back something special for Harry. He deserves it."

The group continued their exploration of Hogsmeade, determined to enjoy the visit and find something that would lift Harry's spirits. As they wandered through the quaint village, they picked out a selection of treats and souvenirs, knowing that their friend back at the castle would appreciate their efforts.

Back at the castle

Team Potter Arrow was making their way back to their common room on the Grand Staircase. Ron, brimming with excitement, said, "Honeyduke's Sweet Shop is brilliant. But nothing beats Zonko's Joke Shop. We never did get a chance to go to The Shrieking Shack, though. You heard that it is..."

Harry interrupted, "The most haunted building in Britain, yeah, I heard."

As they continued up the stairs, Ron asked, "What's going on up there?"

A student nearby remarked, "Uh, Neville probably forgot the password again."

Neville, visibly annoyed, responded, "Hey!"

Turning around, Team Potter Arrow saw Neville approaching. Oliver greeted him, "Oh, you're here!"

Suddenly, Percy Weasley pushed through the crowd, his Prefect badge gleaming. "Uh, let me through, please. Excuse me! I'm Head Boy!"

As they all reached the common room entrance, they saw the portrait of the Fat Lady was shredded. Percy commanded, "Get back... all of you. No one is to enter this dormitory until it has been fully searched."

Ginny, looking pale, turned to the group and said, "The Fat Lady! She's gone!"

Ron tried to lighten the mood, saying, "Sounds about right. She was a terrible singer."

Bella frowned and admonished, "It's not funny, Ron."

The seriousness of the situation began to sink in as they watched Percy organize the students, ensuring everyone stayed back. The gravity of the attack on the portrait and the disappearance of the Fat Lady weighed heavily on them all, knowing that something very dangerous was lurking within the castle.

Filch hurried through the crowd with Dumbledore, shouting, "Make way! The Headmaster's here! Come on. Move! Move! You heard! Move!"

Dumbledore's expression turned to shock as he saw the shredded painting of the Fat Lady.

Hermione and Oliver followed closely behind Dumbledore, both staring at the damaged portrait.

Dumbledore gently touched the torn canvas and said, "Mr. Filch, round up the ghosts. Tell them to search every painting in the castle to find the Fat Lady."

Filch pointed to a nearby painting and said, "There's no need for ghosts, Professor. The Fat Lady is over there."

The students gasped and began to surge forward, trying to get a better look.

Percy shouted, "Hey! Mind where you're going! Slow down! You listen! I'm Head Boy! Come back here!" But the students ignored him and kept moving.

Dumbledore urged, "Keep moving! Make way. Make way! Go, go, go!" as they approached the painting.

He looked at the Fat Lady and asked, "Dear Lady... who did this to you?"

The Fat Lady, looking terrified, replied, "Eyes like the devil, he's got. And a soul as dark as his name. It's him, Headmaster. The one they all talk about. He's here, somewhere in the castle! Sirius Black!" She then screamed and hid behind the animal in her painting.

The students started to murmur and gossip about Sirius Black.

Dumbledore turned to Filch and said, "Secure the castle, Mister Filch." Then, turning to Oliver, he asked, "Mr. Queen, you don't mind staying on guard with the professor, do you?"

Oliver shook his head and replied, "No, sir."

Dumbledore addressed the rest of the students, "The rest of you, to the Great Hall."

Oliver and Team Potter Arrow were taken aback, but Oliver quickly said, "Go, guys. To the Great Hall."

Team Potter Arrow followed his instructions and headed to the Great Hall.

Oliver pressed the button on his bracelet, and the nanobots swiftly formed his suit around him.

As the students filed out, Oliver's suit continued to assemble itself around him, the nanobots creating a sleek, form-fitting armor. The final pieces clicked into place, and his visor slid down, giving him a clear heads-up display.

Dumbledore nodded approvingly at Oliver and said, "Thank you, Mr. Queen. Your assistance is invaluable."

Oliver gave a quick nod, "Happy to help, Professor. We need to make sure everyone is safe."

Dumbledore turned to Filch, "Secure all entrances and exits. No one is to leave or enter the castle until we find Sirius Black."

Filch nodded vigorously and hurried off to carry out the Headmaster's orders.

Oliver walked over to Hermione, who was looking worried. He placed a reassuring hand on her shoulder. "Don't worry, we'll find him. You and the rest of Team Potter Arrow need to stick together and stay safe."

Hermione nodded, her eyes reflecting both determination and concern. "Be careful, Oliver."

Oliver gave her a confident smile. "Always am."

Dumbledore called out, "Professor McGonagall, ensure all students are accounted for in the Great Hall. No exceptions."

Professor McGonagall nodded and began directing the students with her usual efficiency. The atmosphere was tense, everyone keenly aware of the potential danger lurking within the castle walls.

Oliver moved to the main entrance hall, his senses heightened. His suit's sensors scanned the area, looking for any signs of Sirius Black. He spoke softly into his communicator, "Oracle, any updates on Sirius Black's location?"

The AI responded in a calm, efficient tone, "No confirmed sightings yet, Oliver. The castle's security enchantments are being reinforced. Stay vigilant."

As Oliver patrolled the corridors, he heard the distant murmur of students in the Great Hall. He knew the professors and prefects were working hard to keep everyone calm and safe.

Suddenly, there was a loud crash from a nearby corridor. Oliver sprinted towards the sound, his suit enhancing his speed and agility. He rounded a corner and saw a shadowy figure darting into a hidden passage.

"Stop!" Oliver shouted, his voice echoing through the stone halls.

The figure didn't stop. Oliver gave chase, his suit's boots barely making a sound on the cold floor. He pursued the figure through a series of twisting passages and hidden doors, deeper into the heart of the castle.

The figure finally reached a dead end. Oliver raised his weapon, his eyes narrowing. "You're not getting away, Black."

The figure turned, revealing not Sirius Black, but a terrified student clutching a painting. Oliver lowered his weapon, recognizing the student. "Colin? What are you doing here?"

Colin Creevey, trembling, said, "I-I'm sorry, Oliver! I saw something in the corridor and thought I should take a picture for proof."

Oliver sighed, lowering his weapon completely. "It's too dangerous to be wandering around. Go to the Great Hall, now."

Colin nodded and hurried off, still clutching his camera tightly.

Oliver resumed his patrol, more determined than ever. He knew the real threat was still out there, somewhere within the castle walls. The hunt for Sirius Black had just begun.

Later

At night

Oliver had stopped patrolling the castle walls, unable to find any sign of Sirius Black. Now, he stood in the Great Hall, vigilantly watching over the students, his bow in hand, his suit still on.

The castle gates had been locked, ensuring no one could leave. The atmosphere was tense, with whispers and worried glances exchanged among the students.

Filch entered the Great Hall, looking harried. "I've searched the Astronomy Tower and the Owlery, sir. But there was nothing there," he reported.

Dumbledore nodded. "Ah, thank you, Mr. Filch."

Another teacher approached, "The third floor's clear, too, sir."

"Very good," Dumbledore acknowledged.

Oliver stepped forward. "The first floor was clear, Professor."

"Thank you, Mr. Queen," Dumbledore replied.

Just then, Snape strode in, his expression stern. "I've searched the dungeons, Headmaster. No sign of Black, nor anywhere else in the castle."

Dumbledore sighed, "I didn't really expect him to linger."

Snape's eyes narrowed. "Remarkable feat, don't you think? To enter Hogwarts Castle on one's own, completely undetected."

"Quite remarkable, yes," Dumbledore agreed. He then turned to Oliver, "Mr. Queen, how did the search go?"

Oliver gave a small nod. "It went well, Professor. My AI assisted for about ten minutes before it powered down and hasn't turned on since."

Dumbledore frowned slightly. "A pity, but your efforts are appreciated. We'll need to rely on more traditional methods until it can be repaired."

Oliver glanced around the Great Hall, his protective instincts heightened. "I'll stay on guard here, make sure everyone stays safe."

Dumbledore placed a reassuring hand on Oliver's shoulder. "I trust you will, Mr. Queen. Your presence here is a great comfort to us all."

Snape approached Dumbledore, his tone laced with suspicion. "Any theories on how he might have managed to sneak into the castle?"

Dumbledore sighed, his eyes reflecting the weight of their situation. "Many theories, Severus. Each as unlikely as the next."

Snape's gaze hardened. "You may recall, before the start of term, I expressed concerns about your appointment of Professor Lupin..."

Dumbledore raised a hand to stop him. "Not a single professor inside this castle would help Sirius Black to enter it. I am quite convinced the castle is safe. I am more than willing to send the students back to their houses."

Snape hesitated, then asked, "What about Potter? Should he be warned?"

Dumbledore considered this. "Perhaps."

Oliver, standing nearby, chimed in, "Warned about what?"

Dumbledore gave Oliver a gentle but firm look. "We'll discuss it when this is over, Mr. Queen. For now, let Harry sleep. In dreams, we enter a world that's entirely our own. Let him swim in the deepest ocean or glide over the highest cloud."

Oliver turned to look out the window, lost in thought. After a while, Snape approached him.

"Mr. Queen," Snape began, his voice uncharacteristically soft, "we professors thank you for your help in ensuring the students' safety, even at the expense of your sleep."

Oliver shrugged, his gaze still fixed on the horizon. "It's no problem. I'm used to not sleeping when there's danger nearby. Surviving on an island for five years will do that to you," he said, glancing at his bow.

Snape's curiosity got the better of him. "If you don't mind me asking... what happened on the island?"

Oliver's expression darkened. "I was on the Queen's Gambit. It sank in a storm. My dad, his bodyguard, and I were stranded on a life raft. There wasn't enough food and water for all three of us, so... Dad shot his bodyguard, then he shot himself in the head after telling me to survive."

Snape's eyes softened with a rare display of empathy. "I hate to hear Robert did that in front of you."

Oliver's head snapped up, surprised. "You knew my dad?"

Snape nodded, a faint smile appearing on his usually stern face. "He was my best friend."

Oliver, curious and a bit hopeful, asked, "Could you tell me something nice about my dad?"

Snape's smile grew a bit warmer, an unusual sight for the dour professor. "Your father, Robert, had an incredible ability to see the best in people. He was always the first to offer a helping hand, no matter the situation. He had a way of making everyone around him feel valued and important. It was one of his most admirable qualities."

Oliver felt a warmth spread through his chest, a rare comfort in these troubled times. "Thank you, Professor. That means a lot to hear."

Snape gave a curt nod. "You're welcome, Mr. Queen."

As Oliver stood by the window, Snape lingered, his expression contemplative. The conversation had shifted, and Snape seemed to be wrestling with something he wanted to say.

Finally, he spoke, his voice low and measured. "If you're interested, I could tell you about how your parents met."

Oliver turned, curiosity piqued. "Really? I'd like that."

Snape nodded, his gaze distant as if lost in memory. "It was many years ago, at a charity event hosted by the Ministry. Robert was there on behalf of his family, as was Moira, though she was not yet the Moira Queen that everyone knows today."

Oliver listened intently as Snape continued, "Your mother, Moira, had recently begun her work in the Ministry, and she was passionate about her causes. Robert, at that time, was known more for his charisma and charm than his philanthropic efforts. They were both at this event, and I remember distinctly how their paths crossed."

He paused, collecting his thoughts. "Moira was giving a speech about improving conditions in the wizarding world. Robert was there to support his family's interests, which were more about expanding business ventures. At first, they didn't seem to have much in common. But Robert, being Robert, was drawn to Moira's dedication and fierce spirit. He approached her after her speech and, well, they began talking."

Snape's voice softened with nostalgia. "Their conversation was lively and, quite frankly, a bit argumentative at times. Robert admired her resolve, and Moira was intrigued by his unfiltered honesty. Despite their different worlds, they found mutual respect and admiration. It wasn't long before they realized how much they had in common, especially their shared desire to make a difference in their ways."

Oliver's eyes were bright with interest. "I never knew that. It sounds like they were quite a pair."

Snape nodded. "Yes, they were. Their relationship grew from those debates and conversations. They challenged each other, which is something that both of them thrived on. Robert, despite his outward bravado, was deeply moved by Moira's commitment to her causes. And Moira found Robert's perspective and resilience to be inspiring."

A small smile touched Snape's lips as he finished, "They complemented each other perfectly, each pushing the other to be better. It was a dynamic partnership, built on respect and a shared vision for a better world."

Oliver's expression softened, touched by the insight into his parents' relationship. "Thank you for sharing that, Professor. I never knew the details of their story."

Snape's gaze was steady. "Your parents were remarkable people, Oliver. Their legacy is not just in what they accomplished but in the strength and compassion they instilled in you."

Oliver nodded, feeling a deeper connection to his parents through Snape's words. "I appreciate that, Professor. I'll do my best to honor their legacy."

Snape gave a rare, approving nod. "I'm sure you will, Mr. Queen. Now, let's ensure the castle remains secure. We have a duty to protect this place and its people, just as your parents would have wanted."

With that, Oliver returned to his post, fortified by the newfound understanding of his parent's legacy and the unexpected bond formed with Professor Snape. The night continued, with both men resolute in their commitment to safeguarding Hogwarts.

A little while later

The Great Hall was quiet, save for the occasional shuffling of feet and murmured conversations among the students who were seated at long tables. Oliver stood by the window, his thoughts still occupied by the story Snape had shared about his parents. The shadows of the evening played across the room as he watched the moonlight illuminate the castle grounds.

After a while, Snape walked back over, his robes trailing silently behind him. The Professor's demeanor was more relaxed than before, though he still carried himself with a certain gravity. He approached Oliver, who was still lost in thought.

Snape cleared his throat softly. "Mr. Queen, is there anything else you would like to know about your parents?"

Oliver looked up, surprised but pleased by the offer. "Actually, yes. I'd love to hear more, if you don't mind."

Snape nodded, taking a moment to gather his thoughts. "Very well. What would you like to know?"

Oliver hesitated for a moment before asking, "What were they like as people, beyond what they did? I mean, what were their personalities like when they weren't working or fighting for their causes?"

Snape considered the question thoughtfully. "Your father, Robert, was a man of contrasts. Outwardly charming and confident, he could also be surprisingly introspective. He had a quick wit and a sharp mind, but he was also deeply loyal to those he cared about. He had a certain intensity about him, which could be both intimidating and inspiring."

He paused, a faint smile playing on his lips. "He had a knack for making friends easily, yet he was fiercely protective of those close to him. Despite his strong exterior, he had a deep sense of responsibility and cared deeply for those who were vulnerable."

Snape's expression softened as he continued. "Your mother, Moira, was equally remarkable. She had a fierce intellect and a passion for justice. Her dedication to her causes was unmatched, and she approached everything with a blend of compassion and determination. She had a sharp sense of humor and was known for her ability to diffuse tense situations with her wit."

He looked at Oliver, his gaze earnest. "Moira was also very perceptive. She could see through facades and was rarely fooled by pretense. Her empathy allowed her to connect with people from all walks of life, and she used that ability to effect real change."

Oliver listened intently, absorbing the details. "It sounds like they were both quite remarkable."

Snape nodded. "They were. And their legacy lives on through you. You carry their qualities and values in your way. Your actions and decisions reflect the best parts of both of them."

Oliver's eyes were bright with gratitude. "Thank you, Professor. It means a lot to hear these things."

Snape's expression was one of genuine understanding. "I'm glad to be of help. Remember, you're not alone in this. You have the strength and the support of those who care about you."

Oliver nodded, feeling a renewed sense of connection to his parents and a deeper appreciation for the support Snape had offered. "I'll remember that. Thanks for everything."

Later

After a while, the castle grew quieter as the students settled into their dormitories and the tension eased. Oliver remained at his post, his gaze fixed on the shadows of the Great Hall. Snape, having returned from his rounds, approached Oliver again.

"Mr. Queen," Snape said softly, "I hope you don't mind me intruding."

Oliver looked up from his bow, nodding. "Not at all, Professor. What's on your mind?"

Snape hesitated for a moment before speaking. "I was wondering if you would like to hear about the time Moira and Robert discovered they were expecting you."

Oliver's eyes widened in surprise. "You mean... you know about that?"

Snape nodded. "Yes, I do. It was quite a memorable occasion for them, and I thought it might offer you some insight into their lives."

Oliver, intrigued, leaned forward. "Please, tell me. I'd like to hear about it."

Snape began, his tone softening as he recalled the memory. "It was during a rather tense period in their lives, shortly before you were born. Robert and Moira were both deeply involved in their work, and their lives were full of uncertainties. One evening, Moira came to me, looking unusually pale and somewhat apprehensive."

Oliver listened intently, his curiosity piqued.

Snape continued, "She told me that she had just come from the healer. Her expression was a mixture of excitement and fear. She had just found out she was pregnant. Robert was in his study at the time. When Moira shared the news with him, his reaction was... unexpected."

"Unexpected? How so?" Oliver asked.

Snape's lips curled into a faint smile. "Robert, ever the composed individual, was momentarily speechless. Then he just stared at her for a moment, before pulling her into a tight embrace. He was overjoyed but also overwhelmed. It was clear he was excited about becoming a father, yet concerned about the responsibilities it would bring."

Oliver's eyes softened. "I can imagine that must have been a significant moment for them."

"It was," Snape confirmed. "They spent the evening talking about their hopes and dreams for you, and how they wanted to raise you. Despite their worries, they were determined to give you a loving and secure life."

Oliver felt a mix of emotions—gratitude, sadness, and a newfound connection to his parents. "Thank you for sharing that, Professor. It means a lot to me."

Snape gave a rare nod of approval. "You're welcome, Mr. Queen. If you ever wish to hear more, I'm here."

Oliver said, "There's something I'd like to share with you, Professor."

Snape turned a curious glint in his eyes. "And what might that be?"

Oliver took a deep breath, his expression a mix of nervousness and excitement. "I wanted to let you know that I proposed to Hermione."

A genuine smile spread across Snape's face, a rare and fleeting expression of pride. "Ah, that is wonderful news, Mr. Queen. I must say, I'm pleased to hear it. Hermione is a remarkable young woman, and it sounds like you both have found something truly special together."

Oliver said, "I know we're young and all, but... I was thinking of asking her to marry me when she turns 16. I just... haven't found the right moment to bring it up."

Snape's smile softened, and he looked thoughtful. "Oliver, marrying at 16 is a significant step. There's always a risk of regret when making such a decision so young. I would advise you to consider waiting. However, if you genuinely believe, deep down, that Miss Granger is the one for you, then perhaps it's something worth pursuing when the time is right. But if you have any doubts, it might be wise to let your relationship develop further before making such a commitment."

Oliver nodded, his voice filled with conviction. "I do believe she's the one, Professor. She brings light into my life like no one else ever has."

Snape studied Oliver for a moment before responding. "It's clear that your feelings for Hermione are deep and sincere. Love like that is rare and precious. Just remember, a relationship is more than just a promise; it's about understanding, trust, and growing together. If you're both committed to building a future together, then you should be ready to face both the joys and challenges that come with it."

Oliver nodded, appreciating the wisdom in Snape's words. "Thank you, Professor. I'll think about what you've said."

Snape gave a small nod of approval. "Good. And remember, Oliver, it's not just about the future. Cherish the present moments you have with her as well. They'll be the foundation of everything to come."

After a moment, Snape added, "Is there anything else you wish to know about your parents or anything else you need to discuss?"

Oliver thought for a moment before shaking his head. "Not right now. I appreciate everything you've shared with me."

Snape offered a genuine, albeit brief, smile. "Very well. If you ever need to talk or have more questions, don't hesitate to come to me."

With that, Snape turned and walked back to his duties, leaving Oliver to reflect on their conversation. Oliver glanced at his bow and then out the window, contemplating the future and the path ahead with Hermione.