A/N First of all of course I would like to thank all my reviewers! You all are so great! Ok the next few chapters are going to stay with Katie but then I'll move to Oliver's point of view. Ok anyways on with the chappie!
Disclaimer: I own none of the characters except for Ree. Any of dialogue you recognize is most likely from the third book of Harry Potter.
Chap 7
Forget, Forgotten, Remembered
"HISSSSS!!"
Oliver and I jumped back. I looked over and saw Chasoti (A/N this name is from the dark jewels trilogy but I love it), my tabby cat, slowly licking his paws. Satisfied of finding out who had stopped the kiss I turned back to Oliver. It seemed as though I was seeing him for the first time. His normal plain face was suddenly rugged and well… handsome.
WOAH back up. You almost kissed Oliver WOOD. This is the Quidditch crazed captain who's out to make your life a misery. WAKE UP!!!
But he looks so fine and he was just really nice to me.
Ya right before he tried to kiss you. Talk about taking advantage.
"Oi piss off." Seeing the look on Oliver face I noticed I said this out loud. "Oh sorry not you I'm just well…" I said trying to correct myself.
"I know exactly what you meant," Oliver said quietly. I sighed with relief but he continued, "You hate me and I just tried to kiss you. You know Bell if you hate someone so much you shouldn't just lead them on like some 'Francine' would."
I froze with shock. "How dare you compare me to that tramp," I exploded. "Is that how you think of me?" (A/N Francine is the girl who was kissing Matt)
"Well all signs lead to it Bell," Oliver said maliciously.
"You… you… bloody hell," I stammered trying to control my rage. "Just because I accidentally said something that wasn't even relative to you, you think I'm some, some man stealing tramp. Shit, Wood I thought you knew me better then that. You know what? I don't care anymore. I'm tired of being hurt. Just leave me alone."
I gave Oliver, no it's back to Wood again, one last glare before running to my dormitory. As I pounded up the stairs tears slowly came to my eyes. I threw open my door and flung myself on my bed, beating my pillow with my hand, now closed into a tiny fist. "I'm so tired of it," I said to myself. "Every time something good happens to me it always ends in hell for me. Am I just not meant to ever be happy?" I asked to no one in particular.
I heard the door creak open and I quickly wiped the tears from my eyes, not wanting Wood to see them. I looked towards the door and let out a small laugh. It wasn't Wood waiting there, but my cat Chasoti slinking over to my bed. Smiling gently I patted a spot on the bed next to me and he leapt up gracefully. He cuddled in beside me and began to purr. I petted him slowly, growing weary from the calm level breathing as Chasoti fell asleep. "You're the only guy I can trust Chasoti…"
* * *
An irritating feeling on my cheek awoke me. I opened one eye wearily and saw Chasoti softly licking my cheek with his coarse tongue. I smiled at him and pulled back my curtains.
Looking around the room I saw that no one but me was in my room. That's odd I thought to myself. Slowly I got out of bed and threw on a robe. I noticed as I walked to the bathroom that it appeared that none of the beds had been slept on. Ok where is everybody I thought to myself. I ran down the spiral stair case to the common room.
As I arrived in the common room I found it to be empty as well. "Hello," I said. "Anybody here?"
"Bell could you shut it I'm trying to sleep."
A head appeared from behind the back of the couch and I gave a small yelp in surprise. "Jeeze Wood," I said. "Are you trying to kill me? Wait don't answer that."
"Whose the bossy one now eh Bell?" Wood asked mockingly.
"Me. Now tell me where everyone is!" I ordered, getting madder by the second.
"Dunno." With that Oliver lay back down on the couch and shut his eyes, as though trying to sleep.
"Oh no! You're not sleeping, you're helping me find everyone!" I exclaimed.
"Why?" Wood still didn't open his eyes.
"Because half your Quidditch team is missing and you can't win the cup without them," I said matter of factly.
"Let's start looking."
* * *
After about half an hour of searching we soon accepted that no one was in the Gryffindor common room or dormitories. I plopped down on the couch, Wood following a half a second later.
"Ok so they're not in here," Wood stated.
"I kind of guessed that due to the fact that we looked for about half an hour and haven't found them," I said sarcastically.
"Could you just shut your tittering for one second so I could think," Oliver said exasperated.
"I do not titter."
"Do to."
"Do not."
"Do to."
"Do not."
"Do to."
"DO NOT!"
"DO TO!!"
By now we were both standing and just about ready to attack each other. I'm guessing that if I wasn't a girl Wood would have already been trying to pound me. We stared at each other, daggers reflecting from our eyes. Just when the tension was so high you could have cut it with a knife I heard the swinging of the portrait opening. I swung my head around and was almost knocked down by a hug. When I could breathe again I saw Alicia's noticeable blond hair stuffed in my face. She pulled away and I saw she had tears in her eyes. I looked past her and saw Ree also had tears in her eyes and Angie eyes were noticeably red. Fred and Lee were trying to comfort their girlfriends while George looked at me in shock.
"Umm 'Licia I can't breathe," I said as George came up and gently pulled Alicia away from me. I gave him a gracious smile and turned to the rest of the group, who were standing in the background looking at Wood and me disbelievingly. "Who died?" I asked tentatively. "You guys look like hell."
"W-We thought you two w-were d-de-dead," Ree stammered. As she said this she walked up to me and put her hand on my shoulder, as if trying to prove to herself that I was indeed there.
"What? Why would you think that? And why wasn't anyone here last night?" Wood asked.
"Last night when the ball had finished, all the Gryffindors walked back up to the portrait hole together." Fred began. "When we arrived at the portrait the fat lady wasn't there and the canvas was all scratched up. McGonagall came and asked if anyone knew what happened. Then Peeves said that he saw Sirius Black, you know the wizard who escaped Azkaban, attack the portrait when the fat lady refused to let him in. McGonagall ordered us all back to the Great Hall. And you know what the scariest thing was? Even she looked scared. Anyways, we looked all over for you two and when we couldn't find you we guessed you were back at the Great Hall already. So we all headed down to the Great Hall but you weren't there. Then Ree mentioned that she hadn't seen you since the ball. So we went to try and find Matt and then George and I remembered Oliver wasn't coming to the ball. So where was I? Oh ya we found Matt and he said he hadn't seen you since the start of the ball-"
"Which now that you mentioned it is kind of weird," Angie interrupted.
"Hey Angie I was talking. Anyways so we spent all night asking everyone if they had seen you. We even tried to tell the teachers but they were all searching the castle. We thought that Sirius Black had gotten you," Fred finished taking a huge breath.
"I was so worried about you two," Alicia said.
"We all were," George said putting his arm around Alicia.
"Well we were worried about you guys," I stated. "Well, Wood was worried about his Quidditch team."
"Oh speaking of Quidditch, we've got a practice. Team! Come on to the field," Wood yelled.
We all looked at him. "You have got to be kidding me."
* * *
"WE"RE NOT PLAYING SLYTHERLYN!!"
A couple weeks had passed since the attack on the portrait. Rumors had been flying around since and every new batch seemed to be wilder. Some said Black had apparated in the castle, but they were quickly reminded by Hermione Granger that no one could apparate or dissaparate on the Hogwarts grounds. Others believed that Black was receiving help from one of the staff to get in, which I highly doubt. And others, me included, believed Black had entered through a secret passage way.
Anyways, it was a rainy Saturday morning, the day we were supposed to play Slytherlyn in the first match of the season when Oliver came shouting through the hall.
"What do you mean we're not playing Slytherlyn?" I asked.
It wasn't Wood who replied but Harry. "It's Malfoy," he began, naming the seeker on the Slytherlyn team. Malfoy is also one of Harry's greatest enemies. "He got hurt in a Care for Magical Creatures class. A Hippogriff hurt his arm a bit, so he's saying he can't play even though we all know Mme. Pomfrey fixed him up fine. Slytherlyn just doesn't want to play in this weather. We're playing Hufflepuff instead."
"Oi Oliver, why are you so worked up? Last time we played Hufflepuff Harry caught the snitch in the first five minutes," Fred exclaimed truthfully.
"Yes I know but Diggory's put together a strong team. And they play a completely different style then Slytherlyn. We haven't practiced for this," Oliver said frantically.
"Stop being so melodramatic Wood. We'll do fine," I said.
"We'll see. Team lets go."
* * *
When we arrived at the Quidditch pitch we were already drenched. We ran to the change room and put on our robes. Before we went out I showed our team a charm to keep the water off our robes. Sadly no one knew a charm to keep ourselves warm without setting ourselves on fire. We huddled at the protected sidelines, trying to stay warm, waiting for Mme Hooch to call us into position. From where we stood I could see people filing into the stadium, huddled under umbrellas and the hoods of there cloaks. Looking up at the top box I could see Lee getting ready to begin his commentary.
A whistle blasted and Wood whispered quietly, "That's the sign guys, lets do this." I waited for more but Wood just took a deep breath and walked out onto the field. Wow, I thought to myself. That was just about the shortest speech Wood had ever given. Sighing I followed the rest of the team out into the cold.
"Captains, shake hands," Madam Hooch called. Wood and Diggory stuck out there hands and quickly shook hands. Diggory gave Wood a small smile before dropping his hand. I realized now what Alicia meant when she said Diggory was pretty fine. He had broad shoulders and a gentle smile. Wood had better eyes… whoa where'd that come from. Shaking my head I swung my leg over my broom and quickly pushed off the ground. As soon as I entered the air I commenced the battle to stay on course. Squinting my eyes I saw that Alicia had the quaffle and appeared to be looking for someone to pass to. I flew to her right and gave a sharp whistle. Alicia swung around and quickly passed me the Quaffle over hand. I caught it and quickly backhanded it to Angie. We advanced on the goal forming a well known play the triangle of power. Angie dove quickly and threw the quaffle up, where Alicia was ready to catch it. Alicia faked a shot and threw the quaffle up even higher where I pummeled it into the left ring. The quaffle easily passed by the keeper making it 10-0 for us.
The game continued that way, us chasers battling the wind and scoring goal after goal. The Righter Flick, Down stead Left, Around the ring, Double fake right… play after play the quaffle flew threw the rings never leaving Hufflepuff's side of the pitch. Right after Alicia had scored the fifth I heard Madam Hooch's whistle blow. I looked around and saw the faint outline of Wood beckoning us down. As I flew down I realized how more dark it had become. Harry better hurry up with that Snitch I thought to myself before jumping of the broom.
"What's the score?" Harry asked rubbing his glasses on his robe.
"We're fifty points up," said Oliver, "but unless we get the Snitch soon we'll be playing through the night."
"I've got no chance with these on," Harry said frustrated, waving his glasses. Gosh, I thought. If it's hard for me to see he must be blind up there.
Just then I saw the thin outline of Hermione Granger running over to where we stood, a huge smile on her face. Well she can be happy, she's not freezing out here in the bloody rain, I thought enviously.
As she arrived at our group she turned to Harry and said, "I've had an idea, Harry! Give me your glasses quick!" He handed them to her and while we looked on in amazement, Hermione tapped them with her wand and said, "Impervius!"
"There," she said, handing them back to Harry. "They'll repel water!"
Looking over at Wood he looked as though Hermione was the Queen of England. As she walked away, hurrying back to the dry stands he yelled after her, "Brilliant." Looking over us all he said, "Okay, team, let's go for it!"
We all headed back to the field and mounted our brooms. We had been playing for another five minutes when I heard Woods anguish cry, "Harry behind you!"
I turned and saw Harry turn and speed off towards the middle of the pitch. "Come on Harry, come on," I chanted silently to myself as I slowly descended towards the ground, knowing the game was almost over. Just as my feet touched the ground a sudden a hush fell over the pitch. Looking around I saw them. Several cloaked figures were standing near the entrance to the Quidditch pitch. One of them lifted its black hood and looked over at me. I felt pain and sadness that reminded me so much of the death of Nathaniel that I soon became lost in the black of the Dementors hood. Then I remembered…
Flashback
It was Christmas and I was five years old again. I ran squealing into Nathaniel's room. I stopped suddenly when I saw the sight one Nathaniel's bed. His body was drenched with sweat and his face was paler then I'd ever seen in my life.
"Nat? Answer me! Nat come on, quit playing get up!" I shouted frantically.
"Kat…" he moaned. "I'm sorry, I'm so sorry."
"No Nat! Hold on I'll get mum! Just hold on!" With that I ran to mums room. Later that day we found out that Nat had almost died from a high fever of 105ºF. As I cried into my mums shoulder trying to understand it all, I knew I could never lose my brother. I would die.
* * *
It was July and Nathaniel and I had just arrived back from visiting with Grandma and Grandpa Bell. I jumped out of the car and inhaled the fresh pine scent of the tree's that surrounded our small country house, just outside of London, near the marshes. I loved our yard and our small cozy house. It had never been big but in my opinion it was just perfect for my small family.
"Natty! Katie! Come here you two I've missed you so much!" Mum came running out the front door, her hair tied back in a bun and a small apron around her waist. Nathaniel and I ran into her open arms. I buried my head in her apron and smelt the soft cinnamon scent that caressed my mom's clothes.
"I missed you two so much!" she exclaimed. "You two our never going to Grandma's again."
"Come on mum," Nathaniel said. "You say that every year, and every year you send us there once again for the last two weeks of July."
"Oh hush you," Mum said sternly, but there was amusement in her eyes. "Oh and by the way, a letter arrived for you. By owl! Isn't that odd?
We all entered the house and Nathaniel ran to our small kitchen table, where his letter was waiting. Slowly he picked it up and opened it. His eyes waved back and forth as he examined the paper in his hand. His eyes grew wider and wider until he turned to mum and me and shouted, "I'm a wizard!!"
* * *
I was in Dumbledore's office, and his face was filled with sadness. "I think you should sit down for this Miss Bell". When I sat Dumbledore continued gently, "Last night there was an attack on the Ministry. Some old death eaters attack the ministry and left a dozen dead."
Why does this concern me? I thought. My family is all muggles so they don't work in the Ministry. Wait… no it can't be true! "No… not Nathaniel no, say it's not true!"
"I'm sorry Miss Bell, your brother fought bravely and was killed just as the battle came to an end", Dumbledore said compassionately.
"You're lying!" I yelled. "Please for bloody hell's sake say you're lying!"
"You have my deepest sympathies but it's true I'm afraid", Dumbledore said.
"Sympathy", I spat. "I don't want your sympathy. You're supposed to protect the innocent! I hate you!"
* * *
"Bell are you okay? Come on Bell answer me!!"
I opened my eyes to find myself sprawled on the ground at the Quidditch pitch. "Wh-What happened?" I stammered.
"Dementors. You're lucky you were on the ground; Harry fell from at least 60 feet. And that idiot Diggory got the snitch. Thanks to those Dementors we lost the match," Wood answered bitterly. "Bell, why are you crying?"
I brought my hand up slowly to my eyes and felt the water that was silently falling from them. Oh Nathaniel, I thought. Seeing Wood's concerned look, I pushed him away. New tears falling with the rain I ran across the Quidditch pitch through the crowd. Outside the pitch I jumped on my broom and flew off into the rain. Just as I was in the hurricane winds I heard Wood's voice from behind.
"GET BACK HERE BELL!!!"
A/N YAAAA finally! sry all my faithful readers that I took so long. I've been so busy you wouldn't believe. Then there was a rewrite and an editing problem overall im very sry! *gets on knees and begs for forgiveness. Ok I thought I'd start doing shout outs to my reviewers so here goes (these are from chp 6):
Panda10s: thanks so much!! sorry this one took so long! whens your next chapter out? I love your story!
fawkes27: Thanks! sry about the wait!
Xtreme Nuisance: Sry I just had to annoy you guys with the walking in! But don't worry I see some romance in the future! hihihi
kk: Thanks!!
itefaq: Thanks so much for the detailed review! Ya that's my favourite part to with Fred and Angie. They are some of my favourite characters! they're so funny!
Elegystar: Thanks so much!
Ok next chapter:
Katie and Oliver make up, do I see romance
Oliver finds out the big secret through disastrous ways
More Angie and Fred funny scenes
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