A/N: The plot was from the "Originality in your Favorite Pairing" challenge on the HPFC and the prompt was from M&MWP forum.


A broken heart, no matter the circumstances, always trumped a broken bone. So when Katie found herself in Mungo's for a broken leg because of the War, she was devastated. It meant she was helpless, unable to do something that could change the entire Wizarding world. That thought was incredibly arrogant, but the point still stood.

The ability to do something, anything, whatever she could, was ripped from under her, and Katie wanted to cry like a child. Letting tears stream down her face in memory of the things she couldn't do but wanted to (save someone, be remembered, do something, anything except lay here and be useless) was more productive than being a part of something barely fixable.

So she wrote.

Dear Oliver, was how her words started. Typical. He was like the burly safe haven in her life. She hadn't heard from him lately, as he was off doing important actions that had an impact. Unlike her, with a useless broken leg.

Katie's mind went blank. What could she tell him? There wasn't a way to let him know about her leg without him dropping whatever he did and rush over to Mungo's. The last time she hurt herself, Oliver thought he could do better than everyone in this hospital and tried to fix her last injury himself. It made her injury worse and she had to stay at Mungo's for an extra three weeks.

She chuckled. Oliver's…devotion went above and beyond at times. That she missed about him.

What if I never see you again? I don't know what I'd do with myself. Katie had no idea why that sentence came into her mind. She remained confident that she'd see Oliver. He couldn't leave her, it was physically impossible for him to just go off and abandon a friend in such a callous manner. So she found herself at ease, knowing he'd still be there. She scribbled that line away, knowing it was utter bullocks.

Katie couldn't write letters to save her life, so she decided it would be best to just wait out her broken leg like an adult. That would be much easier than whining endlessly in bed, anyway.