Title: Falling Off
Fandom: Harry Potter
Verse: Free
Pairing: Katie Bell and Oliver Wood
Rating: T
A/N: So… This is part of the RP I have with 0liverWood. I'm taking artistic license and adding my own stuff/editing some parts as well. We haven't gone past my supposed second chapter but I will be writing it myself. Enjoy!
Disclaimer: Nope.
Katie's eyes opened with a flutter before she flinched at the harsh light. "Miss Bell," The Healer looked up, "You're awake." He bustled over to check her arms, surprised that his patient had awoken after two weeks. Katie nodded slowly, rubbing the sore muscles in her neck.
"Where am I?"
"You're in Saint Mungo's, Miss. You fell off the Astronomy Tower, sustaining injuries on your arms and legs." There was a pregnant pause before he continued, "Oh, and you seem to have severe amnesia."
Katie pushed herself up, easing her batter body into a more comfortable position, "Severe?"
The Healer placed a few choice spells on the injuries, curing them instantly, "Yes. A part of your memory has been completely wiped out." Then, a loud outburst came from the corridor.
"With all due respect, stuff your problem. I don't care." A man of about twenty-four years slammed the door open with vigour. He stood about six feet tall, thus having to crouch slightly in the doorframe.
"Katie." He rested against the doorframe, smiling at her, "It's really you. Don't know what else I expected, really."
The woman resting on the bed peered up at him, appearing slightly confused, "I'm sorry… But who are you?" He walked to her, grinning, before sitting at the edge of the bed.
"I know. It all feels a bit odd to me as well…" The man paused, "It all seems too normal, eh?"
Katie tilted her head, "No… Really… Who are you?" He froze, gulping slightly as he glanced at the door in confusion.
"Katie, it's me…" He reached for her hand, "It's Oliver…" Yet, her eyes showed no recognition whatsoever.
"Do I know you?" He closed his eyes for a long moment before nodding stiffly.
"Katie, if this is for a laugh… I haven't had enough sleep."
The Healer cut in quickly, "This is what we were talking about, Mister Wood." Oliver shot him a sharp look before turning back to Katie.
"It's me, Oliver Wood. Your old Quidditch captain. Your…" The word got lodged in his throat as he search her eyes in desperation. "Yours, Katie. You were… You are mine." He frowned, finding no emotion in her eyes, "Can't you remember?"
She shook her head, panic growing in her chest as she caught a glint from his hand entwined with hers. Her eyes travelled up to look at an equally bright ring on her hand. "Were we… Are we… Engaged?"
Oliver ploughed on, "I thought we were going to die out there, Katie. I didn't want to lose you again. Even if…" He looked up at her, as if suddenly hearing her question. "Yes."
She looked at him quizzically, "Again?"
"Aye." Oliver shook his head sadly, "I've made a few mistakes… But you forgave me." A glimmer of happiness appeared as he remembered what had happened; their reunion, before it disappeared while seeing her blank expression.
"What should I do?"
Katie shrugged helplessly, "I don't know… Oliver, is it? I'm terribly sorry."
Oliver nodded absentmindedly, rubbing her hand gently as he spoke to the Healers. "What's wrong with her? How do I fix this?"
A few halting sentences were thrown out in a garbled mess, "She has selective amnesia in which she has forgotten one person; you."
Oliver stood, striding up to meet the Healer face to face, "Aye, so what are you doing about it? How long will it last?"
The Healer shrunk away, "Now, sir, we can't do anything. There's already too much damage to her as it is."
He growled, "She's not damaged! There must be something..." His voice lowered, "If you can't do anything, I'll be taking her home then."
The Healer walked away, muttering something about getting clearance from the Ministry.
"You've scared him, Oliver." Katie said softly, watching him stumble back to the chair beside her bed.
"Then he knows how I feel…" He appeared weary as he asked, "Do y'remember Angelina? Alicia?" Growing hesitation slurred his words, "Fred? George? Harry?" Katie nodded slowly.
"Of course I do."
He sighed, trying to contain his sadness as he nodded, "Aye, and you remember playing Quidditch with them at Hogwarts?"
Katie frowned, "Yea. We won the cup."
"And who was your Keeper?"
"Ronald Weasley. But the earlier years… it's just a blur."
Silence fell over the pair, Oliver looking at his feet.
"Do ye… Do y'want to get out of here, lass?"
She shot up in her bed, her eyes pleading with his brown ones, "Of course! I hate hospitals… Ever since my last year…" Katie shuddered slightly, sending the urge to envelope her into a hug to a very desperate Oliver.
"Your last year, eh?" I… Sorry, I never asked. I don't really know… What happened?"
Her fingers pulled up the sleeve to show him the skin of her arm. It was dotted with scars on the cobweb-like skin. "I got Imperiused… And then cursed by dark magic."
"I don't know why I never asked…" He traced his name on her hand before drawing back. "I was in my own wee little world."
Katie stared at her palm, "I don't know… I don't remember…" Her gaze flicked upwards to see him gazing at her hand, "I'm sorry, Oliver."
"Lass, I know a few people down at the Ministy. But I cannae get you out without your consent."
"Please, Oliver… I just want to get out."
He gulped, "You trust me, lass?"
"I loved you before, right? I'm pretty sure." She murmured, gently reaching dor the form he had just pulled out and signed.
Loved you before.
"Do yeh remember Benjy Williams?"
She nodded.
That prick. Him. Not me.
"Aye. Alright." Oliver paused, taking the parchment back after she signed, "He's best way in at the Ministry."
Katie laughed, "The witches, I presume. The womanizing prat."
Oliver's mouth opened and closed, pondering, "I suppose we'll be indebted to that womanizing prat, eh?" She shrugged, nodding her agreement as he sealed the letter and glanced at his watch tattoo.
"Suppose they'll be kicking me out in a moment, lass." He hesitated while getting up before kissing her on the top of her head.
"I'll send Benjy an owl as soon as I leave. He, ehm, works fast." He continued, walking to the door.
We'll get you out tomorrow, lass. I promise.
A/N: How was that?
