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"Oliver?" I look into his eyes and bite my lip, "Ollie, what happened?"
"Ch-Ch-Charlie." He turns on his side and coughs. Blood marks the carpet.
Merlin… what's going on?
-x-
-Katie-
Running on autopilot, I send an owl to Chris, to try to summon her to me, to help me out with Oliver, then levitate his bleeding form to the bedroom, lay him out on my bed and try to assess the situation.
Broken nose, split lip, bruising to the face and neck. Coughing up blood. I assume he has been beaten up, or been duelling, but I don't know anything more. Except that Charlie was there. Oh, I could break his nose right now…
Pacing as I summon piles of books to my side, tap their covers and wait for them to find the pages I need - for everything has left my mind in a panic, I go and wash my hands, then return to try and get the blood from Oliver's face.
"Tergeo," I murmur, the blood disappears and my fiancé's face returns to a swollen facsimile of the truth. "Oliver, can you hear me?"
"Yeah," He whispers, "Katie… are you alright? You look petrified."
"Shut up and stay still. You've been beaten up… remember?"
"N-" It hits him like a wave, "Charlie… he's… Kat, someone needs to see him…" He goes to sit up but I push him gently back to the pillows. He groans in protest but I shake my head.
"I think you've got a couple of ribs gone…" His breathing is shallow. "Stay still and-" He coughs up more blood and I get to work, fixing his ribs and restoring his lung. He doesn't return any more blood and I relax, happy, that he's going to survive; nothing worse is going on internally.
"Katie," He coughs again, nothing, just… a cough. I lean forward and take his face in both hands, tilting it up gently to fix his broken nose. He groans and I start as Christina announces herself.
"Katie?" She yelps, almost running into the room, "Katie, what's happe-" She sees me holding Oliver gingerly and offers me a nervous smile. "What happened?"
"He came home like this… collapsed," I look at him, he's still lying on the pillows, eyes closed, an expression of pain on his face. "Said something about Charlie, and someone needing to see him," She nods and paces towards the bed, "Before we do anything… I need to know what's happened, Oliver…" I look up at him and he nods.
"I know, but… I don't really want to go into it." He blushes pink and looks down at the duvet, where his blood is drying and staining my sheets. "It's kind of… embarrassing."
I close my eyes and rack my brains, thinking of a way to get the story from him without embarrassing him. It hits me with a wave of nerves.
"w-would… would you mind if I…" I look away for a second, and he supplies the answer with terrifying speed.
"You want to use leglimency, don't you?" He smiles and tries to reassure me.
"H-how would you kno-"
"You forget who your next of kin is." Christina supplies, "We had to tell him all about the procedure to wake you up… and we told him everything."
"What do you mean we?" I almost launch at Chris, nearly hitting her, "Who else did you tell?"
"I-I… I was discussing it with George as well…" I breathe out, almost hyperventilating, my chest rising and falling slower when I begin to calm down as Oliver shuffles over to me and wraps his arms around my waist, rubbing my upper arm soothingly.
"Hey, Kat, I… I don't mind," He murmurs, "I'd rather it was you than anyone else," he kisses my neck and I laugh as he gently pokes me. "What've I got to do, doc?" He laughs and lies back against the pillows.
"Well, just sit back and relax, and… if there's anything you want to keep from me, imagine a huge door, and put it all behind it."
"There's nothing about me you don't know…" He says as I lean over him to place him comfortably on the pillows, "There's nothing you can find out to worry me, it'll just make me love you more." he whispers as I lean over him and kiss his forehead gently.
I take a deep breath and look to the floor, then look up at Oliver, raise my wand and whisper "Leglimens."
-Oliver-
I'm standing alone in a room, waiting for Katie. This is different leglimency to the stuff I've experienced before.
"Oliver, I'm here," Katie's voice echoes from above me, but her body appears in front of me. "Hey," She takes my hand, "Welcome to your mind." She whispers, "No doors, I see…" She grins, "I… didn't know you loved me so much."
"I do, Katie," I whisper, lifting my hand to run through her hair.
"Listen, I shouldn't spend longer really than necessary in here, it won't do any damage, but it's draining." She grins again and I look at her, waiting for an explanation. "Right, well… I need you to think of what exactly happened, the incident, and use it like a video - play it against the backdrop of your mind."
I nod and think as hard as possible about this afternoon.
-x-
I step into the pub, the smell of Firewhiskey almost making me feel sick.
"Charlie!" I yell, this is the Weasley's local; he is bound to be here, getting smashed, isn't he?
"Alright Wood?" He steps up to me from nowhere, tries to face me down.
"I just want to talk," I say softly, trying to keep the focus on other people's beer, not me. "About Katie."
"What about her?" He steps forward, right into my face. I can smell the alcohol on his breath. Bloody hell, "Her nice arse, hot curves, or the gorgeous pair of-" I can't do it. I can't stay calm. I mean, alright, compliment her, but… don't be so heavy-handed about it. I throw my arm up and catch him across the face. I feel the crunch of his nose breaking as I connect.
"Oliver, how could you start a fight like that?" Katie looks at me through the memory, clearly disappointed in me.
"I… I just can't stand the bastard, Katie," I murmur, looking down at my dream-feet and feeling guilty, "and he hurt you…"
She looks at me and smiles, slightly embarrassed, slightly put-out.
He throws a smack back at me, I nearly yell out, but realise there's a blinding pain right between my eyes. I return the gesture, catching him across the ear, but, being stronger than about every other bloke I know; he floors me with a punch to the gut, then an uppercut. I'm blinded by pain and blood as he steps forward in a drunken rage, stamps on my hand, I hear a crack, look up to see him draw a foot back as he aims a kick at my stomach-
"Oi, Weasley!" A new voice joins us; I look up, wiping blood from my eyes. A girl, twenty-nine, thirty maybe, standing, arms folded, staring furiously at Charlie-sodding-Weasley. She casts a glance down at me and helps me to my feet and onto a bar stool before she turns back to him.
"Alright Bella?" He stumbles forward, goes to kiss her, but she slaps him, hard. Then she launches a punch at his nose and I hear the crunch again. He pulls away and catches her wrists. "What in Merlin's name do you think you're doing?"
"You've given me… fucking…" She lowers her voice so only three of us can hear, but the pub is practically silent now, "Scale Rot." She hisses, displaying her arm for the world to see. Bright pink scales are growing and flaking from her skin. It takes all I can not to laugh.
"You Bitch!" He shrieks, launches at her. I try to stun him as fast as I can, before he hits her, and I hit him hard with a Body-Bind curse. She turns to look at me, smiles and unfreezes him, hitting him with five or six rapid-fire curses, then stupefying him again, kicking him twice in the side to ensure he's not going to get up, and walking over to me.
"Thanks." She says softly, "He hurt you?"
"My girlfriend's a healer." I nod, "I'll be alrigh-"
"You're Oliver Wood!" She yelps suddenly. "I… I met your girlfriend this morn-she's a healer, right?"
I nod mutely.
"Oh, wow, this is mad…" A small, tense pause, "Uh… can I help you get some Floo powder?" I shake my head, "but you can't apparate in your condition."
"I'll be fine," I say softly, rising to my feet, realising my breathing's laboured.
"Tell your girlfriend thank you!" She yelps as I twist into the abyss of apparition, as my chest is compressed, I feel my lung give in, and manage to grapple to my feet as I knock on the door.
-x-
"Oh, Merlin…" Mind-Katie pulls mind-me into her arms and kisses me, passionately, "You're a bloody fool, you know that, don't you?"
"I was defending you," I start to argue. She shakes her head and pulls me into another kiss.
"You're a Bloody Fool, Oliver Wood," She whispers again. "Close your eyes and relax." She presses her hands against my chest and I feel myself fall backwards.
I land heavily on Katie's bed, realising that she's brought me from the induced hypnosis and back to reality.
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A/N: Hope you enjoyed that?! Haha!
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Oliver was a bad boy to get into a fight... and Katie used an interesting different technique to get him to talk...
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***Although I have to say that PottersLittleSister was incredibly inventive and I'm scared of MauriceBoscorelli's Teaspoon of Doom.