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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.

"Done writing to Ollie?" The ten year old Thomas Potter teased, making both Harry and Maxwell laugh.

"I will hex you if you don't shut your mouth," Amara threatened.

"No hexing will be happening," Olivia interfered before Amara could make true to her word, knowing she definitely wouldn't hesitate to actually do it. "Tommy and Lily with me, the twins and Harry with your father, and James for the love of god, can you actually appear where we talked about and not ten blocks away?"

"Your faith in me is astounding, baby," James Potter teased, wrapping an arm around his wife's waist and placing a kiss on her temple. "I promise I won't mess it up this time."

Olivia hummed, as if not quite believing him yet the smile on his face proves otherwise. Amara envy it, the love their parents share. It seems as if it doesn't matter how much time passes, their parents remain as hopelessly in love as they were when they first met.

"I'll see you there," James promises, holding his hand out for his kids to take for them to properly apparate.

"You better," Olivia says before doing the same with the two younger kids.

"Love you!" James called before Amara felt the unsettling but familiar feeling of apparition. She's always hated it but of course it's always been the fastest way to travel and they're already late as it is so she kept her complaints to herself this time.

"Did you bring us to a different place again, dad?" Maxwell asked when they still couldn't find their mother.

"You know I'm really starting to get offended," James said with a pout.

"Dad!" Lucas called, running after them in his puddlemere quidditch robes and instantly wrapping an arm around his siblings. "Mum and the kids are already in their seats. She accidentally appeared in the locker room."

"I get called out for making mistakes when apparating and none of you guys will even say anything when it's Olivia?"

"We're scared of her," Mari said with a shrug before following Lucas who's already leading them to their seats.

"I don't know whether to be flattered or offended," James admitted.

"Let it go, dad," said Harry with a laugh before grabbing Maxwell's shoulders and jumping on his back, to which the older Potter groaned but nevertheless carried him.

"Hey, bitch!" Someone called as soon as they climbed the stands where their mother was.

It wasn't that Amara instinctively answers "bitch" but she knew that voice anywhere and she definitely knows that voice and only one person would actually dare call her that in front of her brothers.

"Wood!" She said loudly, turning back to see Oliver grinning from her ear to ear.

Amara felt herself freeze up when he grabbed her shoulder and pulled her to his chest, arms tightly wrapping around. "I'm not saying I missed you but I missed being in the hospital wing every other day because of your hexes."

Amara can feel her face heating up but nevertheless, she raises her arms to hug him just as tight. "I guess you can say I missed hexing you, but I totally didn't miss you."

It was only someone clearing their throat that the two teenagers finally pulled away from each other and if possible, her face turned redder upon realizing that her entire family was watching them along with a man who looked ridiculously like Oliver.

"Good day, Mr. and Mrs. Potter," he politely greeted her parents, his own face turning red as he offered them his hand. It was everyday you met Olivia Potter, the girl who lived and vanquished Lord Voldemort, and James Potter, a literal legend in the wizarding world for bringing glory back to the ministry with his auror work. "I'm Oliver, I go to school with Mari and Max. It's very nice to meet you."

"Nice to meet you too, Oliver," Olivia said with a polite smile, shaking his hand before elbowing James to the ribs - who kept glaring at Oliver because did this boy just hug my baby girl?

James turned to his wife and upon seeing her glare, he pouted and begrudgingly shook Oliver's hand. "Nice to meet you too, I guess, but if you-"

"Dad!" Mari intervened before he could say anything else. "The game's about to start, go cheer on Lucas."

James narrowed his eyes at them but quickly smiled when Olivia tugged at his arm, forcing him to finally sit down and leave the two teenagers alone.

Amara ignored her siblings' knowing smirks as she faced the man Oliver is with and plastered on a smile.

"This is my uncle Alex," Oliver introduced. "Uncle, this is Amara."

"Hello, sir," Amara said with a smile, not wanting to make the wrong impression.

Alexander Wood only gave her a smile in return but it's wistful and nostalgic as he looked at the girl who resembled the girl he hoped to marry.

When the game finally started and the rest of them had settled on their seats, he listened to Oliver and Amara's light banter. He listened to her sharp tongue and witty comebacks and her loud laugh. He watched them, perhaps the two who would get to live the love story he wanted.

Alex realized it then. Amara Kinsley may be dead but she died for all of this to be possible and truly, how can he ever blame her for that?

They may not be getting the happy ending the hoped for, but Oliver and Amara would.

𝗮𝘂𝘁𝗵𝗼𝗿'𝘀 𝗻𝗼𝘁𝗲:

another bonus chapter
bc i love oliver and mari
and i was bursting with
ideas abt their relationship
that i couldnt just not write
it.

cupidspoison will be making
a book about mari and oliver!