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Yeah I'm a KatieXOliver fan, if you don't like, I advise you don't read.

His father always said that if you're going to marry a Quidditch player, make sure they are playing for an opposing team, it makes things more interesting. His father played for Appleby Arrows and his mother played for Wigtown Wanderers. They were always telling stories about matches where they played against each other; one that they loved to tell was the story when Appleby and Wigtown were in the Quidditch Final, his father spent the night on the couch. But his mother told him secretly that she didn't care that she lost because as they were both captains the cup would have been in the house either way. Even now, when both of them are long since retired, they would get very competitive when their old teams were playing.

Oliver, with a pair of Quidditch fanatics for parents, couldn't help but follow in their footsteps and became Gryffindor captain in his fourth year. He could safely say that his four years as captain were the best. Not only did he have Harry Potter on his team but he may have had the teeniest of crushes for his youngest chaser. Okay that was a bit of an understatement – he was head over heels in love with the girl. But there was always the problem of age difference, he was in seventh year and she was only in fourth. They made it work for the year and it was the best year of his life.

But then he left and even though Katie said they could still make it work, he had his doubts. So he decided to have a long chat with his dad. His father told him that he went through the same thing as he was a year older than his mother, but Oliver was adamant on saying that it was different; it wasn't just a year, it was three. His father just shook his head but he supported him.

When he got the news that he was the new reserve keeper for Puddlemere United the first person he told, after his dad of course, was Katie. She had been ecstatic for him and came over to his house. His mother doted on her and his father being a chaser himself kept bombarding her about different plays that he thought were good and asking her what she thought. This went on for the entire summer.

Then it was time for Katie to go back to school, and Oliver started his training. The first match that Oliver played in was against the Arrows, it had been great to rub it in his dad's face that he beat his team. He got letters from Katie almost every week, and he couldn't help but feel elated, they were making it work.

Summer came and Katie came back from Hogwarts severely shaken. Cedric Diggory had been killed in the tournament. He comforted her as much as he could and found it harder to leave her go for another year at Hogwarts. His father kept joking that he looked like a lost puppy most days.

That year he got less and less letters, but in the ones he did get, she was always complaining about a ministry official turned teacher, Umbridge. He asked his father about her and his father's eyes flashed dangerously. "I feel sorry for that girlfriend of yours," He said darkly, "That Umbridge is a nasty piece of work."

He found out just how nasty she was when he saw Katie the next summer. There was a scar on her hand I must not break Educational Decrees. He couldn't believe that woman, he wanted nothing more than to find her and hex her into oblivion. His father just sat there and listened as Oliver paced the living room shouting things that if his mother had been in the house, he would have been grounded for months. His father did his best to console him even though he was furious as well, not only were blood quills illegal but to use them on children was downright despicable.

He ended up getting attacked by letters sent by Katie. It came to the stage where she was writing to him daily. She was lonely as all her close friends had left. His father laughed at her enthusiasm.

"And you thought, you wouldn't be able to make your relationship work" He said shaking his head. But all of a sudden, the letters stopped. This worried him, maybe she had met someone else and just wasn't going to tell him and let him get the message. He relayed his fears to his dad who just stared at him as if he had two heads.

"Katie loves you; do you honestly think she would do that to you?"

It turned out that Katie was actually unconscious in St Mungo's. This didn't exactly make him feel better. He would spend hours on end by her bedside until his father had to literally carry him away. He was surprisingly strong for a fifty five year old.

The war was in full swing by that May with the death of Professor Dumbledore. Quidditch matches were stopped. Not that he was surprised. Katie finally after graduating from Hogwarts, fought by his side, along with his parents.

Luckily for them, the war finished by the start of May. He was thankful beyond belief that he hadn't lost his family, but he lost too many friends to be happy. Fred Weasley, his teammate and friend lost his life along with way too many others, but with Katie by his side he started building a better future.

For the next year, his father gave him pointed looks until he finally got the courage to ask Katie to marry him.

Now two years later as he hovers by the goals in the final between Puddlemere United and the Holyhead Harpies that he realised just how right his father was. As Katie smiles smugly at him, holding the Cup in her hands he turns to his father who is patting his back consoling him he can't help but smile anyway.

"Happy Father's Day, Dad."

A/N I really don't like the ending but what can you do XD Please review!