-𝘾𝙝𝙖𝙥𝙩𝙚𝙧 15-

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~Third-Person Pov~

Y/n had been sitting with Harry Potter and his friends in the Great Hall for Breakfast. The twins thought they should sit with Ron, their younger brother, for at least one day of the school year, and today was that day.  

"A little hungry aren't you there Y/n?" Harry looked at the girl.

"Yeah, I didn't eat much for dinner." She said, shrugging.

It was about mail time, and everyone was eager for the owls to deliver them mail as usual. "I just realized that I have homework to do for Muggle Studies." Hermione looked frantically down at the bag full of books that sat next to her.

"I still don't see how in the world you can possibly have so many classes." Ron looked at her.

"It's simple."

"How?"

"You wouldn't understand, Ron. Uh! I might have to ask Wyatt for some help. I hate to bother him, though."

"I think he would enjoy helping you, Mione. He says he typically doesn't have anything to do most of the time." Y/n added.

"Thanks Y/n. I really had no idea you two knew each other." She smiled.

"He won a game of Wizarding Chess yesterday. I don't think it as fair, though, he is way smarter than me." Y/n laughed and looked around the Great Hall.

The first owl had flown through the open window, soon leading what seemed like a hundred more following after. 

A Daily Profit paper fell in front of Hermione, a small bag of cookies in front of Fred, George, and Ron, and a white envelope in front of Y/n.

"Nothing as usual." Harry sighed.

"Do you really want a letter from the Dursley's?"

"No, not at all." He said in disgust.

Y/n looked down at the envelope that had fallen in front of her. She looked at the nice handwriting on the front, she knew it to be her father's handwriting. It was never as pretty as her Mothers, oh what she would do to have handwriting like hers. Instead, she had messy handwriting that looked almost like Oliver's. She felt bad for her Professors when she tried to read her papers. She then opened the envelope that held a folded parchment inside. Taking it and unfolding the parchment, she was confused at the long letter. 

 『• • • ✎ • • •』

𝐃𝐞𝐚𝐫 𝐘/𝐧,

𝘛𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘮𝘢𝘺 𝘣𝘦 𝘶𝘱𝘴𝘦𝘵𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨, 𝘴𝘰, 𝘱𝘭𝘦𝘢𝘴𝘦 𝘶𝘯𝘥𝘦𝘳𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘯𝘥. 𝘈𝘧𝘵𝘦𝘳 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴, 𝘱𝘭𝘦𝘢𝘴𝘦 𝘴𝘩𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘪𝘵 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘖𝘭𝘪𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘣𝘦𝘤𝘢𝘶𝘴𝘦 𝘪𝘵'𝘴 𝘰𝘯𝘭𝘺 𝘳𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘩𝘪𝘮 𝘵𝘰 𝘬𝘯𝘰𝘸 𝘫𝘶𝘴𝘵 𝘢𝘴 𝘮𝘶𝘤𝘩 𝘢𝘴 𝘪𝘵 𝘪𝘴 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘺𝘰𝘶. 𝘐 𝘰𝘯𝘭𝘺 𝘸𝘳𝘰𝘵𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘰𝘯𝘤𝘦 𝘣𝘦𝘤𝘢𝘶𝘴𝘦 𝘪𝘵 𝘱𝘳𝘰𝘣𝘢𝘣𝘭𝘺 𝘸𝘪𝘭𝘭 𝘣𝘦 𝘢 𝘭𝘰𝘵. 𝘐𝘵'𝘴 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘮𝘰𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳, 𝘩𝘰𝘯𝘦𝘺. 𝘚𝘩𝘦'𝘴 𝘴𝘪𝘤𝘬, 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘐 𝘥𝘰𝘯'𝘵 𝘬𝘯𝘰𝘸 𝘸𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘤𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥 𝘣𝘦 𝘸𝘳𝘰𝘯𝘨 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘩𝘦𝘳. 𝘚𝘩𝘦 𝘤𝘢𝘯 𝘩𝘢𝘳𝘥𝘭𝘺 𝘨𝘦𝘵 𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘰𝘧 𝘣𝘦𝘥 𝘣𝘺 𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘴𝘦𝘭𝘧, 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘐'𝘮 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘺 𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘥. 𝘐'𝘷𝘦 𝘵𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘰 𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘵𝘢𝘤𝘵 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘺 𝘥𝘰𝘤𝘵𝘰𝘳 𝘐 𝘬𝘯𝘰𝘸, 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘯𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘸𝘪𝘭𝘭 𝘳𝘦𝘴𝘱𝘰𝘯𝘥. 𝘐'𝘮 𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘳𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘰 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘬 𝘐 𝘴𝘩𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥 𝘵𝘳𝘺 𝘵𝘰 𝘨𝘰 𝘵𝘰 𝘢 𝘔𝘶𝘨𝘨𝘭𝘦 𝘥𝘰𝘤𝘵𝘰𝘳, 𝘣𝘶𝘵 𝘪𝘧 𝘪𝘵'𝘴 𝘴𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘮𝘢𝘨𝘪𝘤𝘢𝘭, 𝘐 𝘤𝘢𝘯'𝘵. 𝘚𝘩𝘦 𝘪𝘯𝘴𝘪𝘴𝘵𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘴𝘩𝘦 𝘪𝘴 𝘧𝘪𝘯𝘦 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘤𝘢𝘯 𝘴𝘵𝘪𝘭𝘭 𝘤𝘭𝘦𝘢𝘯 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘤𝘰𝘰𝘬, 𝘣𝘶𝘵 𝘴𝘩𝘦 𝘥𝘰𝘦𝘴𝘯'𝘵 𝘭𝘰𝘰𝘬 𝘸𝘦𝘭𝘭. 𝘐𝘵'𝘴 𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘺 𝘥𝘪𝘧𝘧𝘪𝘤𝘶𝘭𝘵 𝘵𝘰 𝘨𝘰 𝘵𝘰 𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘬 𝘸𝘩𝘪𝘭𝘦 𝘴𝘩𝘦 𝘪𝘴 𝘴𝘪𝘤𝘬, 𝘐 𝘮𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵 𝘩𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘵𝘰 𝘵𝘢𝘬𝘦 𝘰𝘧𝘧, 𝘰𝘳 𝘩𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘴𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘺 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘸𝘩𝘪𝘭𝘦 𝘐'𝘮 𝘨𝘰𝘯𝘦. 𝘔𝘢𝘺𝘣𝘦, 𝘔𝘰𝘭𝘭𝘺 𝘞𝘦𝘢𝘴𝘭𝘦𝘺, 𝘐'𝘮 𝘴𝘶𝘳𝘦 𝘴𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥 𝘣𝘦 𝘶𝘱 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘪𝘵. 𝘐 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘺 𝘩𝘰𝘱𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘪𝘵'𝘴 𝘯𝘰𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘳𝘪𝘣𝘭𝘦, 𝘮𝘢𝘺𝘣𝘦 𝘫𝘶𝘴𝘵 𝘢 𝘴𝘪𝘮𝘱𝘭𝘦 𝘴𝘵𝘰𝘮𝘢𝘤𝘩 𝘣𝘶𝘨. 𝘛𝘩𝘦𝘺 𝘥𝘰𝘯'𝘵 𝘵𝘦𝘢𝘤𝘩 𝘏𝘦𝘢𝘭𝘵𝘩 𝘢𝘵 𝘏𝘰𝘨𝘸𝘢𝘳𝘵𝘴 𝘯𝘰𝘸, 𝘥𝘰 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘺? 𝘗𝘭𝘦𝘢𝘴𝘦 𝘵𝘳𝘺 𝘯𝘰𝘵 𝘵𝘰 𝘴𝘵𝘳𝘦𝘴𝘴 𝘵𝘰𝘰 𝘮𝘶𝘤𝘩 𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘪𝘵, 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘴𝘵𝘪𝘭𝘭 𝘩𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘤𝘭𝘢𝘴𝘴𝘦𝘴 𝘵𝘰 𝘨𝘰 𝘵𝘰 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘰𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘬𝘪𝘥𝘴 𝘥𝘰 𝘯𝘰𝘸𝘢𝘥𝘢𝘺𝘴. 𝘋𝘰𝘯'𝘵 𝘬𝘦𝘦𝘱 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘧𝘳𝘰𝘮 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘣𝘳𝘰𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳. 𝘐 𝘬𝘯𝘰𝘸 𝘩𝘰𝘸 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘢𝘳𝘦, 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘥𝘰𝘯'𝘵 𝘸𝘢𝘯𝘵 𝘩𝘪𝘮 𝘵𝘰 𝘨𝘦𝘵 𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘥. 𝘐𝘵'𝘴 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘺 𝘯𝘪𝘤𝘦 𝘰𝘧 𝘺𝘰𝘶, 𝘣𝘶𝘵 𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘩𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥 𝘬𝘯𝘰𝘸. 𝘛𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘭𝘦𝘵𝘵𝘦𝘳 𝘪𝘴 𝘨𝘦𝘵𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘢 𝘭𝘪𝘵𝘵𝘭𝘦 𝘵𝘰𝘰 𝘭𝘦𝘯𝘨𝘵𝘩𝘺, 𝘴𝘰𝘳𝘳𝘺 𝘢𝘣𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵. 𝘐'𝘭𝘭 𝘦𝘯𝘥 𝘪𝘵 𝘯𝘰𝘸. 𝘐 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘣𝘰𝘵𝘩 𝘴𝘰, 𝘴𝘰 𝘮𝘶𝘤𝘩! 𝘎𝘰𝘰𝘥 𝘭𝘶𝘤𝘬 𝘪𝘯 𝘘𝘶𝘪𝘥𝘥𝘪𝘵𝘤𝘩.

𝐒𝐢𝐧𝐜𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐥𝐲, 𝓓𝓪𝓿𝓲𝓭 𝔀𝓸𝓸𝓭

 『• • • ✎ • • •』

She folded the letter back up and shoved it into her robe pocket. She didn't know where Oliver was, and she didn't want to show it to him in the morning. He would just think about it all day. She wanted to show her brother what her father had sent her, but not until she could tell him alone. 

Y/n was so distracted by the letter that she just stared at the plates full of food that sat in front of her.

"Are you on Y/n/n?" George asked.

"What? Oh, yeah, I'm fine. We should probably head to class now. We don't want to be late."

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"Are you ok, Miss. Wood?" McGonagall came up to Y/n after grading her assignment that she had done in class.

"Yes Professor, why?"

"You seem highly distracted today, and your paper agrees with me." The Professor slid Y/n her paper. 

The paper had a red D written on the paper, and according to the grading system at Hogwarts, D meant Dreadful. O was the highest grade, meaning Outstanding. Luckily for her, she didn't receive a T, Troll, which is the worst grade you could get.

"Oh, Merlin!"

"I know you can do better than this, Miss. Wood. You got an O on your last paper."

"I can do better, Professor. This topic is simple."

"I'll give you a chance to redo it, but it must be turned in during the next class you have with me. If you fail to do so, then you will get your original grade."

"Yes Professor. Thank you." With wide eyes, she slipped her paper into her bag and put the rest of her items up as well. If she didn't focus soon, then she would end up failing every assignment today. That was the reason she didn't tell Oliver when she got the letter. 

The day went pretty much the same for her. She almsot failed every paper she did that day in all of her classes. Fred and George could tell that something was up with her, but they wanted to giver her space if she needed it. She aske dif she was alright a few times through out the day, but she just shook her head with a 'yes' and continused 'focusing' on her work.

She hardly talked durring Lunch, or at all througout the day for that matter. But she just put on her usual happy smile and kept going with her day.

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Diner had already passed at this point, and Y/n still couldn't find Oliver. It was as if she looked through the whole castle just to find him. He had to be somewhere, he had to show up soon. She was about to give up until she heard his voice in a nearby corridor. She saw Him and someone else standing next to a wall, both in their white shirts, with no robe.

"Oliver." Y/n slowly said as she walked up to her brother.

He turned around from talking Lee Jordan, "What's up?" He smiled. This was going to be harder for her than she thought.

"Can I talk to you alone?"

"Sure." He looked at her, slightly concerned and confused. "I'll talk later, Lee." 7th year told the 5th, a small smile creeping onto his face.

"Sorry Lee." Y/n apologized for interrupting their little conversation.

"No worries." Lee walked off, leaving the two siblings alone.

"I'm sorry to bring the mood down, but I put off telling you this morning. I didn't want you to worry about it all day like I have. I failed a Transfiguration paper because of it-"

"Cut to the chase, sis." Oliver said eagerly.

"It's, oh, just read this. Dad sent it to me and I got it this morning." She pulled the folded parchment from her pocked and stuck it out to the boy. He gave her a confused look, "Just take it, read it." She shoved it into his hand.

She stood there playing with her hands, waiting anxiously for him to finish reading the letter. She looked up at his face, seeing his eyes move across the paper, word for word. His dropped with every sentence he read, leaving nothing but eye's full of worry.

"And you knew about this all day?" He finally asked.

"Yes."

"Why didn't you tell me?"

"Like I said, I didn't want to worry about it all day, and I couldn't find you when I got it. I wanted to tell you sooner." She looked down at her feet. "I'm sorry." Tears threatened to fall from her eyes. She didn't know how to react to their mother's heath, and she felt guilty about not telling her brother sooner. It was all flooding to her all at once. 

"Don't be-"

"I should have told you sooner. I've known all day. I practically failed all of my assignments today. That's why I didn't tell you. I'm sorry Oliver."

Oliver looked at Y/n, he wasn't mad, he was just worried. For his mother, and how his father and Y/n were taking it. He spread his arms apart and embraced her with a hug. He loved her more than anything in the world, and he hated to see her upset. 

"It's going to be fine. I'm sure dad will figure something out." He said in her ear.

"But dad said he couldn't get a hold of a doctor. What if she doesn't get better?" Her tears fell from her eyes slowly, dripping down onto his shoulder of his white collared shirt. 

One thing she hated most, along with being alone, was the unknown. Questions of 'what if' filled her head.

"All we can do is hope for the best." He softly said.

"We can't just think that everything will be fine."

"We can't do much other than that, Y/n. I get it, I'm worried too, but there's nothing we can do." 

Y/n let go of the hug and whipped her face, which was now blushed with pink. The tow began to walk back to the common room, which wasn't too far away.

"Good night, love you." Oliver said.

"Night. Love you too." They both went up to their dormitories for bed. 

Oliver slowly went up the stairs, he wasn't exactly in the best mood. Of course, Y/n wasn't either, but Oliver was taking it a little worse than she as at the moment. He had always been the family pleaser, the glue, and the peacemaker. Y/n was most of those things too, but being the oldest, every little expectation fell on him, making the weight on his shoulders heavier. On top of grades, and end of year O.W.L.S, N.E.W.T.S, Quidditch, and graduation it was a lot to juggle all at onec. Now he had another thing to add to the act. More comes into place though, hideing his fear, and helping Y/n with her's. He had to be the strong one, to help everyone eles along the way. No one could see tough Oliver upset. Y/n tryed her best to do the same, but she always ened up showing her feeling when no one eles was around. Maybe that's why the two loved quidditch so much. it gave them something to take their feeling out on, and focus on something eles. 

If he was being hosnet, he belived that his mum would be fine. She was a strong women, and could over come things eisaly. He had hope. He just wished Y/n did too.

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