Disclaimer: Things I own: Kate, Ayla and anyone else I made up. This is done for fun, I'm not JKR (though I wouldn't complain if I was), so don't shout at me if I get things wrong.

Hello to all my wonderful readers! I tried to stay away longer. I really did. But I missed this so much it's stupid. So here's the start of the oneshots, hope you enjoy:

The Trouble with the Truth.

Oliver entered the Leaky Cauldron. He hoped the twins would be quick, he had nipped out quick while Kate was distracted by baby clothes, he didn't have time to mess about. Spotting identical red heads in the corner he made his way quickly to them.

"Can't stop long guys, Kate doesn't know I'm gone."

"Oh that's ok mate."

"Yeah we just fancied a quick drink."

"To catch up."

After all these years Oliver still found it hard to tell the twins apart, he had no idea who was who.

"Quick chat."

"Quick drink."

"Then back to work for us."

"And back to Kate for you."

"That's ok then. Shall I get them I?" Oliver asked.

"No need."

"We already did."

"In the interest of saving time."

"Great!" Oliver said, sitting down. He lifted the glass to his mouth. "So what did you want to talk about?"

"Just a chat."

"About you and stuff."

"I'm great. You?"

"We're great. What about Kate?"

"Kate?"

"Your wife?"

"The woman you, ahem, love?"

"Love? I don't love Kate. I don't…"

"Think it's worked Fred?"

"Oh I'd say so."

"Hang on. I'm married. I don't know the woman. I'm married. Why did I get married?"

"Well mate, it's a bit of a long story."

"First of all, how do you feel about Ayla?"

"Ayla? She's great, amazing. But where does she come into this?"

"Like I said long story. Basically mate, there's no nice way to say this, but you've been the victim of a very sick, uh joke."

"Guys I think I'm going to need a bit more than that. What the hell's going on?"

"Well Kate's been giving you a love potion."

"For the past eight months."

"Are you serious?"

"Yeah and she gave you a hate potion too."

"A what?"

"For Ayla."

"How is that a joke?" Oliver said, his anger was rising in him, fuelled by his overwhelming confusion at the whole situation.

"Well…"

"I don't believe this. I have to go. I need to talk to Kate."

Oliver got up, not heeding the twins pleas to stay and listen a bit longer. He had to get out of there. He didn't understand what had happened. How could he have gone all that time, under a potion? Hadn't his family noticed? His friends? He was married. He barely knew the woman, yet he had married her. He remembered being angry at Ayla, that must have been the potion too. But he could hardly remember the past eight months. Why?

His head felt heavy, and his stomach churned. Lifting his left hand he looked at the third finger. A ring. This wasn't a joke. It was very real. But why? Why him? It didn't make sense. Why had she done this?

Oliver stood outside Madam Malkin's shop. His mind was racing. One question recurred in his head, why? The anger continued to build, overtaking the feelings of hurt and confusion. He couldn't remember the last eight months of his life. It was all a blur. There was a foggy patch inside his mind and only one figure protruded through the fog: the figure he could see through the window. His "wife". She had done this. She had drugged him, stolen almost a year of his life away. Did she feel guilty? It didn't seem so. It looked like she was having a whale of a time.

He wanted to yell. At her. He wanted her to feel his anger and confusion. Wanted her to know how she really made him feel. But would she talk to him then? Explain herself? He doubted it somehow. He'd have to be calm for her now. Later he'd let it all go, later he'd shout until he was hoarse. Right now he needed answers.

He opened the door and entered the small shop. She was talking to the witch who ran the shop. Gushing about a robe she held in her hand. She probably planned to buy it with his money. His anger bubbled inside him and he had to work to push it back down. Not now.

"Oh Olly look at this. Isn't it darling?"

"We have to go now. Sorry Madam Malkin, we won't be buying anything today."

He grabbed her by the elbow and steered her out of the shop. He tried to be gentle, to pretend that nothing was different. It was a struggle.

"I'm going to apparate home. Follow me please." he said quietly.

"Ok."

He disappeared with a pop, arriving moments later in his grand sitting room. There were traces of her here. He could feel it. They obviously lived together, they were married after all, and she had left her mark on the place already. She arrived with a pop and moved to envelope him in an embrace. He dodged out of her way and began to pace.

"Why?" he asked.

"Why what? Olly what's wrong? You don't seem right."

"Right? I'm the most right I've been in what? Eight months I think Fred said. Or is it longer?"

"I don't know what you mean. Look why don't I make us a drink and then we can sit down and chat?"

"I'm not eating or drinking anything you've touched."

"Why not?"

"Why not? Because you've been drugging me!"

"Who told you that? They're lying!"

"You're the one who's lying. I know you are. I can't remember anything I've done this year. We're married and I don't remember the wedding. I don't even remember asking you to marry me!"

"You're just having a bad day Olly. Please let me get you a drink, something to calm you down."

"Make me forget you mean! Make me think I love you. I don't. I know I don't. But I married you, why would I do that?"

"You do love me!"

"I don't! You drugged me. With a love potion. You turned me into your walking love zombie!"

"I…I…"

"Deny it. Go on! You can't, can you? Why did you do it? Tell me!"

"I can't." Kate wailed miserably.

"Why not?"

"I don't know."

"You don't know? How can you not know? You planned it. You had to. No one walks around with a love potion in their pocket, just in case. And it doesn't last this long. It wears off! So you kept topping me up. And you say you don't know why!"

"It got out of hand. I shouldn't have, I'm sorry."

"Get out!"

"What?"

"Get out! Now. Out of my house, my life, my head. Get out!"

"You can't throw me out! Please Olly."

"Why not? It's what you deserve."

"I'm pregnant."

He had been walking to the door, intending to throw her out. He stopped short.

"You're what?"

"With your baby. We're having a baby Olly."

"I don't believe you."

"We went to Saint Mungo's yesterday. We're-"

"I don't remember!"

"We're having a boy. You'll be a father, you'll have a son. You can't throw us out. Please. Think of your son!"

"This doesn't make sense."

"Let's just talk. Let's just sit down quietly and talk. I'll help you remember yesterday."

Oliver sunk to the floor, defeated. Merlin he hoped this was all just a bad dream.

Just in case anyone is wondering this takes place some time before the last chapter one TTWQP. So Oliver doesn't know about the Ayla situation. Yet.