Katie & Oliver

(Janice)

Oliver snapped finally; he exploded, and demanded, through his teeth, that she leave his flat.

She glared, clenching her jaw, and nodded curtly, making sure to break one of his most prized Quidditch trophies in the process. Katie left, slamming the door with all her might that even the clock on the nearest wall threatened to fall.

Their daughter's cries erupted from her bedroom.

Oliver was ashamed of himself to say that he ignored her; he ignored Janice, his little princess, for the first time in his life; he was too tired. He sank to the floor and moaned; when his little girl cried again, louder this time, and nearing hysteria, their anguished sounds mixed into a twisted melody.

The old lady next door was there fast, snoopy as ever; she announced, most rudely, that she had called the policemen on them – whoever they were. Oliver didn't care; he yelled at her, told her it was absolutely not her business, and closed the door. He picked the bottle of gin and uncorked it.

When the police arrived (they turned out to be Auror likenesses, Oliver learned), they comforted the sobbing Janice, and then handcuffed Oliver, who did not refuse. They brought him to the weird Muggle version of an Auror interrogation room; at last, through much questioning, they found out the truth.

Katie was brought in the next day; then, there was a big legal case, ending with Oliver as the primary caretaker of Janice, no matter Katie's vehement protests. She eventually disappeared from their life, marrying some obscure Quidditch player, and only visited once a year, on Janice's birthday.

That day was one of the happiest in Oliver's old life, he thought, as he punched the air with his fist; in his new life, he had friends, friends like Parvati Patil to cheer him up.

Friends, like Parvati Patil, who would become more than friends.