𝐇𝐔𝐑𝐑𝐈𝐂𝐀𝐍𝐄, j. potter

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𝐁𝐎𝐍𝐔𝐒 𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐏𝐓𝐄𝐑
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OLIVER WOOD AND Amara Potter's relationship is a complicated one. They could not stand each other, claims they hate each other and yet the lingering looks and the evident concern is hard to miss.

Amara Potter would hex Oliver Wood just for the fun of it and Oliver would dump ice water on Amara just because he felt like it. They called each other names and cursed each other on the daily but that's only to be expected from two people so fiercely and passionately competitive over a sport.

Some would say it was long past when their rage for each other finally got one of them seriously injured. It was long past when Amara, known as the firecracker between the Potter siblings, finally cursed Oliver off his broom in the middle of a game. Adrenaline was rushing and Oliver had kept blocking all of Amara's attempts at scoring and after a nasty collision with a bludger that almost had her falling off her broom, Amara's temper, one that she inherited from her mother and the ego and arrogance from her father, had taken over.

Of course the hex she had used was completely harmless if it wasn't for the fact that he had been hovering sixty feet above ground.

Yet Amara could not deny the fear in her chest when he fell from his broom, could not deny the instant regret as she rushed to him, flying faster than she ever had her entire life and she definitely could not deny the nights spent in the hospital wing to keep him company.

It had been Maxwell to first realize when he had caught her sneaking out of the Slytherin common room and into Gryffindor's, stealing the invisibility cloak from Thomas and the Marauder's map from Harry.

And Amara definitely could not deny the nights spent with him in empty classrooms, in the astronomy tower, and crooks and cranny of Hogwarts even after he healed.

It had been the night before summer holidays started when Oliver finally gathered the courage to cuff her face and crash his lips against her.

She had been laughing, head tilted back and bright hazel eyes that rivaled the stars. She was beautiful, ethereal and maybe he had been caught in the moment but nothing ever felt so right more than her lips touching his.

There were no fireworks, the earth didn't suddenly stop spinning but the butterflies in their stomach and the furious beating of their hearts was enough. When Oliver's arms wrapped around Amara's, when her own wrapped around his neck, that was enough. They didn't need fireworks. They didn't need the world to stop spinning. No, the little bubble they had found themselves in was enough.

And that night, with Amara's head on his chest and her smart tongue never failing to make him speechless and his arms around her waist, it was enough.

But of course, that had been a month ago and neither of them had really talked about it. Summer came and Amara went home with her family, but the two never failed to keep contact, sending letters full of witty banter and half hearted insults.

"Are you talking with Wood again?" Said Harry, barging into her room and instantly making Amara chuck a pillow at him. "Calm down, won't you? Mum said we're about to leave."

Amara rolled her eyes before grabbing her jacket. Lucas had been scouted by Puddlemere United years before but he had chosen to train to become an auror first. Seemingly getting bored with becoming an auror and after much encouragement from James ("My son professional quidditch player? Fuck yeah, baby, I've succeeded in life!"), Lucas finally accepted the spot and so for Mari, that meant free tickets to all his games.