A/N: I had this idea floaing around in my head. Bonzo (my imaginary clown) told me that I HAD to post it. This is only a prologue... the rest of the story will be better. I promise. Any way, it is of course a KBOW. If you review with my imaginary clown's name, you'll get a cookie.

Disclaimer: I own nothing but my love for Oliver Wood.

Prologue

My name is Katie. I am fifteen, and I am going into my fifth year in
Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. My brother Andrew, who is also
going, is a seventh year. I'm a half blood; my mum is a muggle, and my dad a
wizard. My mum, dad, two brothers, and I all live together in a muggle
house. My dad doesn't seem to mind much, but he does have a habit of
enchanting some of our things. My mum always finds out, though, and makes
him change them back to their original state. One time, my dad pulled a
prank on me and my two older brothers; he enchanted each of our phones to
spout of random embarrassing facts in our own voices if we happened to be
talking to one of our boyfriends or girlfriends. We complained to our mother
and she yelled at him for mortifying us like that, but I could tell she was
laughing on the inside.

As I previously stated I have two brothers, John and Andrew. John, four
years my senior, is the oldest. He is a superb flyer and taught both me and
Andrew. He is now 19 and a seeker for the Wimborne Wasps. Andrew is two
years older than me. We have always been pretty close. Sure, we get in rows
a lot and he always torments my boyfriends, but he's just being protective
of me. He doesn't play on the Quidditch team at Hogwarts, but he is still a
great flyer.

Living in a muggle neighborhood, we don't get to fly around here much, but
we spend a lot of time with the Weasleys, who live about 6 miles away. We
play Quidditch in the pitch on their property almost every waking moment.
Fred and George, who are my age, are two good friends and are also on my
Quidditch team. Their little brother, Ron is best friends with Harry Potter.

Sometimes I feel sorry for poor Harry, who, by the way, is also on the
Quidditch team. The poor kid is always hassled by people, just because he
survived an unforgivable curse when he was a baby, had yet another run in
with you-know-who last year and survived that, too, and is the most amazing
seeker this school has ever seen. Ok, so yeah. The dude's a saint, but other
than all that, you know, he's just one hell of a great kid. He seriously
doesn't let all that fame and everything go to his head. He's still very
nice and humble.

Since I've already named half of the Quidditch team, I'll tell you all about
it. I am a Chaser as well as Alicia Spinet and Angelina Johnson. We're all
in the same year and get along pretty well, but Alicia and Angelina have
this special bond. I hang out more with Oliver, Fred, and George, anyway.

Alicia, in one word, is tiny! I swear that girl eats more than me, but never
gains a pound! She's also pretty short being about 5' 2", but having the
size she does, she makes an excellent seeker. That girl can get in and out
of places Angelina and I would never dream of. She's also very girly. The
only thing that isn't boys and fashion with her is Quidditch. She has short,
champagne-blond hair and bright blue eyes. She is also quite the guy magnet.
She has guys drooling all over her. Then there's Angelina. She's tall, a
whopping 5' 9", and curvy. She has long black hair and dark brown eyes. I
happen to know of a few worthy guys that think well of her. She's not quite
as girly as Alicia, but they've both been know for their all night girl
talks.

Then there's me. I'm the athletic one. When I was small I was quite the
tomboy. But, then again, I grew up with two male brothers. I don't obsess
over my looks like Alicia or Angelina, but I do have a slightly girly side.
I have long, straight, dark reddish-brown hair and green-gray eyes. I am
about 5' 6" ,and I have an athletic build. I really don't spend a lot of
time on my looks; a slightly oversized T-Shirt, a pair of old, faded jeans,
some black and white converse, and a little but of eyeliner is my usual
look. Alicia and Angelina are always bothering me about fixing myself up
every once in a while. I don't think I really have much to fix up, though.

Then comes the Weasley twins. They are something else. I hang out with them
a lot and we spend most of our time fooling around. Fred and George are both
very tall and have the infamous red head of hair. They are always coming up
with pranks and jokes of all sort. The wierd thing is, though, that they of
all people keep me sane.

Harry of course is our star seeker. I've already explained alot about him,
but I must say, without him, our team would probably suck.

And last but definitely not least, is Oliver Wood, our oblivious teen
heart-throb and seeker extraordinaire. I swear he has girls falling all over
him, but he's too obsessed with Quidditch to notice. He is tall and
muscular, and he has the most gorgeous brown eyes and brown hair. There's
his accent, also. I've known him since I was six years old. He was seven at
the time. We met at a wedding. His dad and my dad had a mutual friend and
they were both there. Of course they had invited their wife and kids along.
My mom thought the whole wizard thing was a little scary at first, but she
soon made friends with Oliver's mom. Being the two youngest kids there, they
were pinching our cheeks with 'ooh's and 'ahh's. And then, our moms made the
two of us dance. Being six, I of course thought boys had cooties, and of
course Oliver thought the same about me, but after a few nudges from our
moms, we walked out. He put his hands on my waist and I put mine on his
shoulders. We didn't really know how to dance, so we both just swayed.

At the time, I just looked at him as a friend, even though my brothers,
being eight and ten, constantly insisted he was my 'boooooyfriiiiieeeeeend.'
But those feelings slowly changed starting in third year and now, even
though I know he only looks at me as a friend, I am completely smitten with
him.