I had a perfect birthday, Tom even spent the night, not like that or anything but just sleeping and talking to each other about everything. I even told him about the dates I've been to, he seemed a little sad, which made me think that he is exactly like Draco - Fucking bipolar ass.
We all had a perfect Christmas and a happy New Year. It was only a year left for us to complete our Harry Potter Journey. This year, it was quieter on set, everyone was enjoying the last moments on the set that we'll probably never return to. The script reading for Part 2 was a little bumpy, some big shocks were revealed for my character and Tom's as well.
It was now February 2010, it was a little cold today. I was going to graduate in 6 months, I was very excited. We were finally going to start filming today, well, I was going to, the others had already started back in November. I was getting ready for my scene with Dan and the other's, it was right after we all escape the Manor.
"Action!"
Harry's POV
"It's alright, Hermione" I said running to her and held her, "We're alright" "Harry" I heard a weak voice and then I looked around. It was Olivia. Dobby was standing near her. I ran towards her, stumbling twice because of the loss of energy.
"Olivia saved Dobby's life" Dobby said and then I saw her. She had the dagger to the stomach. "O-Oli... How-" I said pulling her into my lap. Ron, Hermione and Luna ran towards her and I looked at Hermione. For the first time, it looked like she didn't know what to do.
"Herm... please, help her. We need her" I said and looked at Olivia. She was smiling weakly. I pulled out the dagger out of her and threw it beside us. "Vulnera... the healing spell... an-and the dittany" she said slowly, so slowly it was barely audible.
I started with the spell and all the blood loss that happened because of the stabbing, pushed itself back into her body. Hermione got the dittany out of her bag and Ron tore her blouse. "Olivia, this- this is gonna hurt a bit" I said and Ron shouted at me.
"She knows that you twat, quickly do it!" Ron yelled holding her in his arms. I put the dittany over her, drop by drop and her breathing slowed down until she left consciousness.
"Cut! Let's continue the other part in the cottage!" David said and Rupert helped me with a robe on my exposed chest. "Thanks" I said quietly and headed to the cottage set. With a set of change of clothes, I took my position, I was going to sleep next to Emma. "Oh, this is so comfortable, I'm going to sleep here-" I was cut off my Emma's small, soft snores, hardly noticeable. I smiled and moved some of her hair out of her face, I remember her telling me how tired she was, as they were on a tight schedule.
"Action!" David yelled making Emma snap out of her sleep.
Olivia's POV
It was hours before I gained consciousness. I groaned at the pain that I felt from my stomach. I saw Hermione sleeping next to me, with our hands intertwined. I smiled at her and pushed her bushy hair back that was on her face. I cupped her cheek lightly and placed a soft kiss on her forehead.
Her warmth making me feel at home. How I had longed to meet them and how I finally escaped that hell hole. No offence Draco. I heard the door open and I saw Ron enter the room. I smiled at him and he ran towards me.
"Hello" I said as he hugged me and I hissed. "Ronald, you're hurting her" Hermione said rubbing her eyes and sitting up straight. "That's quite alright, Hermione. I missed him" I said into the hug, none of us pulling away.
"What were you doing in Malfoy's house?" Ron asked angrily as Harry entered the room. "You're okay" Harry exclaimed and ran to hug me. "Not – quite – yet" Hermione said hitting Harry between words. Harry pulled away and the three of them waiting for me to explain why I was there.
"The last day you saw me, the day I left for work, was the day You-Know-Who kidnapped me" I said with heavy eyes. "What?" they all said in unison.
"Yeah, I was in my house, packing some clothes for the Burrow, that's when he did it. I was kept in the house for more than three months without any human contact and minimal food. He used to cruciate me for hours and the letter that I sent to Fred..." I said and looked at their confused faces.
"I guess, you would've already left for the hunt" I said sadly. "The first thing he did was search my mind for any clues or any information that mattered. I blocked him from every information that I had of you, every" I said looking at Harry.
"And you guys, I showed him that I was a Slytherin and close to Draco and that I had no idea about you guys" I said looking down at the ring. "Malfoy... But looking at you, it doesn't look like you were held captive there" Harry said and I looked up.
"That's because I wasn't... for the past month" I said looking at Hermione. "Why not?" Ron asked and I was about to speak when Fleur entered the room. "The goblin is ready to talk" she said and Harry nodded.
"Let's go" I said pulling the covers off of me. "Woah, woah, woah. Where do you think you're coming?" Ron asked pushing me back on the bed. "With you, oh, come on, Ron, haven't I missed enough?" I said looking around. "Right now, you need rest, so you're gonna take rest" he said sternly and I shook my head. "At least, let me head down, roam around the house, please" I said with puppy dog eyes.
"Cut! Cut! Let's take the last part again!" David said making us redo the scene 3 times. "Quiet on set! Action!"
After catching up with Luna and apologizing that I couldn't do anything when she was in the cellar of the Manor, I went outside the cottage to get some fresh air. I went near the ocean and stood at the shore. The waves hitting my bare feet and the sand beneath it making me feel calm.
"Olivia!" Ron shouted from the cottage and I went back inside. "Wait, Snape put a fake one in the vault?" I asked and they nodded. "Why do you ask?" "Well, just about a month ago, he was there, in the Manor, talking to You-Know-Who" I said and they all furrowed their eyebrows.
"Whose side is he on?" Ron asked and I shrugged. "Well, we need to get to Gringotts..." Harry said and caught me up with the plan. "That's tremendously risky" I said shaking my head. Before anyone could speak, I said, "You are most definitely not keeping me here, I am coming" and looked at them for any disapproval.
"No arguments" I said pointing my finger at Ron before he could disagree. "Are you sure it's hers?" Ron asked looking at the hair that Hermione was holding. "Positive" she said and dropped the hair into the Polyjuice Potion. "Wait, who's gonna drink it?" I asked and Hermione pointed at herself.
"Well, I was thinking, since I have been in that house for months and had face to face conversations to her, I could drink-" I said but Ron cut me off. "No! Be grateful that I am letting you come with us" Ron scolded and I hugged him. "Wha... What is it?" he asked and wrapped his hands around me. "Nothing, I just missed your scolding, you know, it's been a while" I said into his chest. He chuckled a little and kissed the top of my head.
"Cut!" The next scene was of the trio, so I went back to my trailer, to get some sleep. Or so what I thought, "No, no, no, you can't be more wrong about this" Tom said opening my door, entering with Jade. "I am not!" she said huffing.
"Well, hello to you too" I said sitting up straight on my couch. "What are you two on about?" I asked but the footsteps of four legs broke my attention. "Puddles!" I said and Timber jumped into my arms. She covered me in her wet kisses, while I laughed loudly, completely not listening to Tom and Jade.
Tom cleared his throat and looked at me, I stopped playing with Timber and looked at them, "I'm sorry, you were saying?" Tom sat next to me, "Jade says that John Savage was Deer Hunter - no legs and Jon Voight was coming home couldn't feel his legs, whereas I say otherwise"
"Tom, you're completely wrong-"
"Shorty will decide that, we've seen those movies plenty of times together, tell her Y/N, how wrong she is" Tom said cutting her off. Timber placed herself in my lap, I scratched her neck and looked at Tom, "I'm afraid, Jade's right"
"Wow, so now my best friend and my girlfriend backing me in a corner, ganging up on me, I see how it is. I have my eyes on you two" he said as Jade and I rolled my eyes. "We're not ganging up on you" I said kissing Timber.
Believe me, I'd rather gang up with Umbridge or Voldemort than your girlfriend.
"But she's right, I think you need to watch the movies again" I said as I scrolled through my Instagram to find an edit of 'Time isn't healing'. It said it was Tom's song. I looked up and saw that Jade was already gone.
Thank God.
"Why does this edit say that you have a YouTube page with songs that I don't know about?" I asked opening the page and looking at a few videos. I clicked 'Time isn't healing', he published it after we came back from Hawaii, like early 2008, I guess before he met Jade. "Yeah, I thought you knew" he said as the tune started playing.
(Please play the song above)
"And Tick tock goes the clock. Time is going so slow. And I'm supposed to be fast asleep, Like a couple hours ago... So I – I need to exercise, the right I've got to rest these eyes. And I – I need to knock on some doors, Then I won't have to lie here by myself anymore" I listened to the lyrics carefully, I doubt that it was after he met Jade.
"'Cause time isn't healing... I'm getting sick of staring at my ceiling. And I – I can't help the way I feel about you" Wait, wait, wait. Is it about me? Because at the time he published this, we weren't on talking basis.
"'Cause time isn't healing... Pretty sick of staring at my ceiling... And I – I can't help the way I feel about you"
"I have a smoke to try and send me to sleep but things aren't all that they seem. The only time I seem to spend with you... Seems to be in my dreams"
"So I – I need to let her go. Would it have worked? I guess I'll never know. And I – I need to hit the road, And find me a girl of my own" It's definitely me, but does that mean he had feelings for me too? If he did, we didn't he say so? 'And find me a girl of my own' Is this supposed to be Jade?
"'Cause time isn't healing... I'm getting sick of staring at my ceiling. And I – I cant help the way I feel about you"
"'Cause time isn't healing... Pretty sick of staring at my ceiling. And I – I can't help the way I feel about you"
"And time isn't healing me anymore. And time isn't healing me anymore. And time it don't heal me no more"
I shouldn't jump to conclusions, Tom was playing with Timber, I quickly wiped tears from my cheek which I didn't even notice fell and looked at Tom, "Great song"