Katie Wood sat on a blanket in the grass looking towards the sky. She let the sun warm her face, and breathed in the scent of the outdoors. Katie loved being outside on beautiful, happy days. Today was a very special sort of happy day. Today was her son, Liam Ryan's, tenth birthday.

Katie spread out on her back in the grass, thinking. It was hard to believe that she had been married to Oliver Wood, the love of her life, for twelve years. She still remembers their time at Hogwarts together like it was only yesterday…At the thought of Hogwarts, Katie began to tear up. In one short year, Liam would be going off to Hogwarts.

"How could he be ten already?" she asked in a babyish voice, turning to her three year old daughter laying next to her, "Are you ever going to grow up on me, Samantha?"

Samantha smiled, "No grow up! Always baby!"

"Wotcher, here he comes, love!"

Katie returns her attention to the sky just in time to see Liam speed overhead on the broom she and Oliver got him for his birthday. Speeding through the air on his new broomstick, Liam looked the happiest he had ever been. His hair flying back, his mouth set straight, eyes tightened, back rigid…Katie knew that stance. Liam was competing with himself, trying to go faster than fast.

Watching Liam on his broom filled Katie with joy. Her goal of raising a Quidditch prodigy was swiftly coming true, and she already has a broomstick purchased for miss Samantha Jean's fourth birthday. She laughed lightly, remembering a conversation with her friend Pansy years earlier:

"Oliver will not be their youth Quidditch coach when we have children," she swore.

Pansy had laughed at her statement, "He is going to be that father who pushes his kids until they can no longer be pushed, and still push them further. I can hear you now, 'Freckles! He's six years old, stop pushing him so hard!' I'm glad I won't have to deal with that."

The memory made Katie smile. Not only is Oliver the Youth Quidditch Coach for Liam's team, Scorpius Malfoy, Pansy's son, was on the team.

"My how things change…" Katie mumbled to herself. "Liam! Come of your broom, love! It's cake time!"

Liam circled overhead as Oliver walked over to her, a Quaffle-shaped cake in his hands. Liam touched down and ran over to his parents and sister, "How'd I look, up there?"

"Like a pro, son! Really great job," Oliver was practically bursting with pride.

"Shall we?" asked Katie lighting the candles.

Liam looked at his mother, full of excitement. The idea of making a wish on his birthday was his favourite part. He never told anybody what he wished but it was always the same. His parents sang happy birthday, Samantha clapping along. At the end of the song, Liam took a deep breath, blew out the candles and silently made his wish.

Birthday wish catcher? Hey, it's me, Liam again. I just want the same wish as every year, the one you have been granting since I was five. I wish that Mum and Dad stay happy forever, unlike my friend from over the hill. Thanks.

Katie wiped a tear from her eye watching her son blow out his candles. This is way better than Quidditch, she thought, and she cut the cake.