A/N: Wow, Thanks so much for all of the reviews; the total number more than doubled with the last chapter! I really appreciate everyone taking the time to do that; especially those of you who have reviewed multiple times. Reviews inspire me to update! I'm sure most of you can figure this out, but my flashbacks don't follow a designated order because people don't think that way. Minds just tend to wander to memories that connect to the current train of thought and that's what I'm aiming for. Disclaimer: If I was J.K., then I wouldn't have to worry about what to wear to the Halloween party! Happy Halloween everyone!

Puddlemere Paraphernalia

Oliver was totally unsure of what he would find when he went in the room. Sure he'd been to hospitals before, heck, he'd even visited Katie when she was injured in Quidditch. The difference was then she had been at least semi-conscious and able to make light of the situation. Now, well now's different.

Now he's standing at the foot of the bed looking at a beautiful woman, not the girl he left standing on the platform three years ago. She looked like a princess from a 'Dizzny' fairytale his niece watched. Her hair was longer and peacefully resting over her shoulder. It should be flying behind her on a Quidditch pitch, or fighting to escape whatever clasp she thought may work.

Those beautiful blue eyes were concealed behind heavy lashes Oliver wished would open. Her face had refined cheekbones Oliver swore were new. Maybe they only appear when her face was devoid of expression. Her face always said something; you just have to be able to read Katie-language to understand it. Oliver was fluent in Katie-language; he could read the intent behind every gesture and every smirk.

FUMPH.

Something or rather someone landed on Oliver, effectively separating him from the notes he was attempting to look over for his Charms NEWT. He looked down at the bundle and found legs sticking up over one arm of the chair and Katie's pouting face staring up at him steadily.

"Kate, I was tryin to study."

"You took my shirt."

"I did not take your shirt"

"Yes you did, I know it was you." She crossed her arms for effect.

"Kate, why would I take your stuff? I'm too busy to deal with this." Oliver made no physical attempt to remove her but scowled at her in his best go-pick-on-someone-else glare.

"Don't look at me like that. I can't find my Puddlemere shirt and I'm sure it's somehow your fault, so it's up to you to fix it." She smirked; she knew she had him at Puddlemere.

"Oh, well as long as you're blaming me for something that is impossibly my fault, that's alright then." Oliver visibly relaxed and began to reach for his scattered notes around Katie.

"Oliver…" she whines, tugging lightly on his robes just for effect.

"ARGH, fine. Go on up and nick one of the ones the scout left for me. The bag is somewhere under my bed. Good luck finding it."

The scout for Puddlemere United had visited about a week after the Quidditch final to convince Oliver to try out for their reserve team. To "help him think things over" he'd left a generous assortment of Puddlemere paraphernalia as a gift. Oliver had planned to give most of it to his sister and her husband, they wanted it to decorate the nursery, if he made the team.

Katie flounced down the stairway and much to Oliver's dismay, returned to her place in his lap. "Thanks Oliver, I don't know what I'd have done otherwise" her amused sarcasm turning to a laugh as she hugged him.

He looked down at her, not surprised to see she was donning her newly won prize. "Kate," he said in a playfully admonishing tone, "do you even have a Puddlemere shirt?"

"'Course I do, I'm wearing it aren't I? And I'm gonna need it anyway when you make the team."

Oliver did his best not to stare at "her shirt" or what was beneath it. "You really think I'll do it then?"

"Oh yeah, you're the best" she leaned up and gave him a kiss on the cheek that no one would call a chaste peck. Without meeting his eyes she grabbed the notes. "Aaaand since we can't have you failing NEWTs, I'm gonna help you study."

She stayed there, notes in hand, quizzing him on wand movements and spell pronunciations, while perching on his knees and wearing her new shirt.

"Son, she'll be alright." Bennett Bell was standing at the end of the bed.

"She has to be."

Oliver glanced around the room. He looked to see the twins in the corner, probably trying to charm something to be a funny gift for Katie when she woke up. Amelia was sitting in a chair next to the bed talking quietly to Angelina and Alicia. Oliver moved over to the twins. They were indeed charming what looked like some colorful napkins nicked from the tea shop.

"They're gonna spell out Katie get better" started Fred.

"... in Origami" George finished.

"They're also gonna spell out random things"

"Like don't eat your knickers"

"Remember to shave your toes"

"Quidditch practice at DAWN!" they finished together.

"She'll love them guys. She really will."

"We're about done, then we're going home. We have to open the shop in the morning." George is the closest thing to practical the twins get.

"One of the beautiful girls will take the Bells home."

"And you should go get some rest too."

"They'll take care of our girl. We can all come and visit tomorrow." Fred looked at his pocket watch. "Well we can all come back and visit later today."

Oliver went back over to the bed and sat gingerly on the edge near the ladies.

"Oliver, why don't you go home and get some rest? Don't you have practice tomorrow morning?" Alicia piped up.

"Yeah, but this is… I think I should stay a while more." He looked over at Katie and placed his hand over her tiny one.

"Oliver Wood, I believe this is the first time you have openly declared something more important than Quidditch" Angelina replied in shock.

Bennett walked over and placed his hands on his wife's shoulders. "Ladies we'd better head home. I'd like my wife to have a few hours sleep before we have to meet the doctors in the morning."

Alicia stood up. "I'll take you home and if it's ok, I'll stay and help you get back here in the morning for the appointment. I'm sure my boss will let me have some time off."

She escorted the weary couple out of the room. The twins placed their present on the table next to her bed. It was declaring "Wax goes in ears not in rears" in cheerful colors. Angelina stood to leave with the twins.

"Oliver go home and get some rest" came out in a tone that a toddler would appreciate.

"I don't want Katie to be alone."

"She won't be, the healers will take the best care of her."

"Alright I'll go soon."

As the rest said good bye and the door clicked shut. Oliver was left entirely alone, with a sleeping Katie for company. He watched her and thoughts clanged around in his head like a bull in a china shop. He'd seen her sleep in many ways over the years, upside down in chairs in the common room, on top of homework she has due in the morning. The most memorable being propped bolt upright between the twins when he was having an important tactical session with the team.

"Bell wake up!"

"Oliver, shut up so I can sleep" she mumbled without opening her eyes.

"Don't you want to win? Isn't the Cup important?"

"You're a loon. Now either have a real practice or shut it." She snuggled into George's shoulder for effect.

"ON THE PITCH NOW!"