When Oliver woke up on Sunday morning, it took him a few moments to realize
who was sleeping in his bed with him.
He shifted so he could see Paris, who was curled up on her side and sucking her thumb. Oliver smiled.
He lay there a little while, gathering his thoughts and staring at the ceiling not really believing what had happened last night. He had imagined it so many times but never really thought it would come true.
"Oliver?" Paris said sleepily, rubbing her eyes.
"Good morning," Oliver said softly. Paris grinned but it turned into a huge yawn.
Oliver sat up against his headboard and Paris laughed at his bed hair.
"Yours isn't much better!" Oliver said, ruffling Paris' hair and making it worse than it already was.
"Oliver? Are you awake? You know the match is in - OHMYGOD!" Percy cried as he drew back Oliver's bed hangings. He spun around quickly, avoiding all eye contact.
"Morning Perce," Paris said, not bothering to hide her amusement.
"What are you doing? Have you been here all night?" Percy demanded over his shoulder.
"What if I have?" Paris said playfully. She could see the back of Percy's neck go very red.
"It's against the rules!" He hissed. "You're not setting a very good example!"
"Who for? No-one saw me," Paris said, sitting up next to Oliver.
"It's not the point! You better go!" Percy flustered, still facing the other way. Paris rolled her eyes at Oliver and got out of bed and slipped one of Oliver's t-shirts over her head before gathering up her things.
"I'll meet you downstairs," Oliver said and Paris nodded and left, giving Percy a significant smirk.
Paris, Oliver and Percy made their way toward the Quidditch pitch in practical silence. Percy kept shaking his head, as if to get rid of a mental image. Paris kept smirking at him, making him return with patronizing looks.
Oliver was too excited over Quidditch to notice.
"Where did you get to last night?" Was the first thing Fred said when Paris, Oliver and Percy emerged from the steps onto the Gryffindor stadium.
"Good morning to you too," Paris said, stepping past him and joining Marino who instantly began whispering furiously in Paris' ear.
"So?" Fred demanded to Oliver.
"We went for a walk. Personal stuff, alright?" Oliver replied then launched into a conversation with fellow Gryffindor seventh year Tristan Matthews.
"You never!" Marino shrieked suddenly, making everyone around her turn and look. Marino didn't notice, she was busy gazing open mouthed at her best friend.
"What?" Fred asked, itching to know what was going on.
"None of your business," Marino said loftily and pulled Paris away to whisper more in private. Fred rolled his eyes as Angelina, Alicia and Katie joined Marino and Paris in their furious whispering.
"Hello and welcome, I'm your gracious host Lee Jordan and today Ravenclaw are playing Hufflepuff!" Lee announced into his megaphone, his voice echoing all around the stadium. Everyone cheered when Ravenclaw were led out by seventh year Roger Davies and Hufflepuff were led out by Cedric.
"Duffer," Fred said to George a little too loudly which resulted in him getting a lecture from Marino about what a wonderful sportsman Cedric is etc etc. Percy didn't look at all impressed and neither did Oliver when Marino casually suggested that she would go to Madam Hooch and request to start a cheerleading team for the Quidditch teams.
The game began but Oliver and Marino were still bickering about cheerleaders being a distraction. Paris was surprised at how knowledgeable Marino was about Quidditch, she kept giving examples of American teams having mascots and cheerleaders at their matches.
"Go on Celeste! Catch it!" Paris shouted to the Hufflepuff Keeper and Cedric's new girlfriend. She was very pretty but hopeless at Quidditch. Paris sighed as a Ravenclaw Chaser scored again.
"Hufflepuff won't exactly be a problem again this year," George said to Oliver, who nodded. Paris rolled her eyes this time, Hufflepuff had a strong team it was just Cedric was too soft on them all. Oliver would've chucked Celeste off months ago for keep missing the Quaffle but not Cedric.
The game ended after about fifteen minutes, even though Cedric caught the Snitch as Cho Chang the Ravenclaw Seeker was busy making eyes at him and not concentrating on the Snitch, Ravenclaw still won two hundred and seventy points to one hundred and seventy.
"We've got Ravenclaw next then," Paris said to Oliver as they began making their way down the steps and back to the castle.
"Yeah, looks like serious competition as well. Everyone wants the Cup this year," Oliver said rather dramatically. Paris had to laugh.
That afternoon, Paris and Oliver decided to go to the library to work. Oliver was scrawling away at a new Quidditch practice time-table whilst Paris read her Da Vinci book Oliver had given her for her birthday yesterday.
Every so often, Oliver would make an angry noise and scribble out something with his quill or Paris would make an puzzled noise at something she had read.
Madam Pince kept creeping up behind them and demanding to see what they were doing, incase they were wrecking one of her precious books. She had now tried to take Paris' book three times, screeching it was one of hers and Paris had stolen it and was defacing it secretly.
"Oh hello Professor McGonagall," Paris said as a shadow loomed over their table. Oliver stopped and looked up at his Head of House too.
"Good afternoon. Professor Dumbledore wishes to see you both in his office," Professor McGonagall said gravely.
"What for?" Oliver asked, leaning back in his chair to stretch his aching back.
"That is between you and Dumbledore, come on, move!" Professor McGonagall said impatiently. They waited while Oliver cleared up his stuff and binned numerous broken quills and screwed up parchment.
Paris smiled nervously at Oliver as they walked behind Professor McGonagall toward Dumbledore's office. Oliver held onto Paris' hand tight, wondering what they had done.
"Canary Creams," Professor McGonagall said loudly and clearly to a stone gargoyle. "Go on, up you go," She said, ushering the pair onto the winding stone steps which had sprung into motion. They stepped on and were soon rising upwards toward Dumbledore's office.
When the stair case stopped moving, Paris and Oliver stepped off it and through the open door to Dumbledore's office. Paris had only been here a few times during her school life and every time it looked different to her.
"Master Wood, Miss Knightley! Come and sit down," Dumbledore said from across the room. He was sitting at his huge oak desk. Paris and Oliver obeyed and sat on the chairs in front of his desk.
Their Headmaster was a very different man.
"I suppose you're wondering why you're here?" Dumbledore asked, smiling warmly at them both as they nodded.
"Well I have some interesting news to say the least but where to begin? This isn't the easiest thing to explain or accept I should imagine."
With every word, Paris started to become more and more nervous at what the old man had to say.
Dumbledore picked up a small, grey stone tablet Paris hadn't noticed when she sat down.
"This is a very old prophecy. So old, it has been craved in stone rather than sealed in a glass sphere. Here," Dumbledore said, passing the stone to Oliver. On it were engravings that were hard to identify.
From what Paris could make out, it said:
O.J.W. (P) 31.10.03 P.T.K. (M)
A.J.W - 12.06.04 - M.R.F. - 15.06.04-23.23
Thyne chosen Gemini.
Paris and Oliver both looked up at Dumbledore expectantly, not understanding what the engravings meant.
"This tablet was engraved centuries ago and has been in my possession for a very long time. It's about you two," Dumbledore explained. Paris and Oliver's mouths dropped open.
"The initials are yours, Oliver James Wood and Paris Trojan Knightley. That date in the middle is your birthday I believe Paris, it is also the date your child is to be conceived on," Dumbledore paused. Paris' cheeks were a fresh scarlet as she had already blushed at her absurd middle name.
"C-child?" Oliver repeated, looking considerably sick.
"Yes, this is a delicate matter but I need to ask. Is there any chance this prophecy is true?" Dumbledore asked softly. Paris could feel her cheeks burning with embarrassment.
"A very good chance," Paris whispered, thinking back to last night. It only just occurred to her what they had forgotten.
"It wasn't a mistake, my dear so don't blame yourself. It was meant to happen," Dumbledore explained lightly. "You two are known as The Gemini, who produce the Gemini baby. A very special child no doubt who has been speculated about for a long time. The parents each hold various things this child will need in order to rise. What for, we do not know."
Paris felt dizzy, it was all going to fast for her. This had to be a joke or something. Or Dumbledore had the wrong person. It couldn't be Paris, she wasn't special at all, she was just herself.
"Maybe I should explain more. That might help you understand better. Paris, you are very special even if you don't believe it. You're kind and giving, patient and clever which are all important traits which unfortunately not many people hold anymore. Oliver here, has sharp reflexes, a calculating mind and he strives to give the people who are close to him the best, hence his passion for the Quidditch Cup." Paris smiled at Oliver, who smiled back even though he still looked sick.
"Now, your child will inherit those traits and be everything and more what you two are. That's what will make him the Gemini baby," Dumbledore said.
Something clicked in Paris' head.
"Him?" She said without really thinking.
"Yes, your son," Dumbledore said, smiling again.
He shifted so he could see Paris, who was curled up on her side and sucking her thumb. Oliver smiled.
He lay there a little while, gathering his thoughts and staring at the ceiling not really believing what had happened last night. He had imagined it so many times but never really thought it would come true.
"Oliver?" Paris said sleepily, rubbing her eyes.
"Good morning," Oliver said softly. Paris grinned but it turned into a huge yawn.
Oliver sat up against his headboard and Paris laughed at his bed hair.
"Yours isn't much better!" Oliver said, ruffling Paris' hair and making it worse than it already was.
"Oliver? Are you awake? You know the match is in - OHMYGOD!" Percy cried as he drew back Oliver's bed hangings. He spun around quickly, avoiding all eye contact.
"Morning Perce," Paris said, not bothering to hide her amusement.
"What are you doing? Have you been here all night?" Percy demanded over his shoulder.
"What if I have?" Paris said playfully. She could see the back of Percy's neck go very red.
"It's against the rules!" He hissed. "You're not setting a very good example!"
"Who for? No-one saw me," Paris said, sitting up next to Oliver.
"It's not the point! You better go!" Percy flustered, still facing the other way. Paris rolled her eyes at Oliver and got out of bed and slipped one of Oliver's t-shirts over her head before gathering up her things.
"I'll meet you downstairs," Oliver said and Paris nodded and left, giving Percy a significant smirk.
Paris, Oliver and Percy made their way toward the Quidditch pitch in practical silence. Percy kept shaking his head, as if to get rid of a mental image. Paris kept smirking at him, making him return with patronizing looks.
Oliver was too excited over Quidditch to notice.
"Where did you get to last night?" Was the first thing Fred said when Paris, Oliver and Percy emerged from the steps onto the Gryffindor stadium.
"Good morning to you too," Paris said, stepping past him and joining Marino who instantly began whispering furiously in Paris' ear.
"So?" Fred demanded to Oliver.
"We went for a walk. Personal stuff, alright?" Oliver replied then launched into a conversation with fellow Gryffindor seventh year Tristan Matthews.
"You never!" Marino shrieked suddenly, making everyone around her turn and look. Marino didn't notice, she was busy gazing open mouthed at her best friend.
"What?" Fred asked, itching to know what was going on.
"None of your business," Marino said loftily and pulled Paris away to whisper more in private. Fred rolled his eyes as Angelina, Alicia and Katie joined Marino and Paris in their furious whispering.
"Hello and welcome, I'm your gracious host Lee Jordan and today Ravenclaw are playing Hufflepuff!" Lee announced into his megaphone, his voice echoing all around the stadium. Everyone cheered when Ravenclaw were led out by seventh year Roger Davies and Hufflepuff were led out by Cedric.
"Duffer," Fred said to George a little too loudly which resulted in him getting a lecture from Marino about what a wonderful sportsman Cedric is etc etc. Percy didn't look at all impressed and neither did Oliver when Marino casually suggested that she would go to Madam Hooch and request to start a cheerleading team for the Quidditch teams.
The game began but Oliver and Marino were still bickering about cheerleaders being a distraction. Paris was surprised at how knowledgeable Marino was about Quidditch, she kept giving examples of American teams having mascots and cheerleaders at their matches.
"Go on Celeste! Catch it!" Paris shouted to the Hufflepuff Keeper and Cedric's new girlfriend. She was very pretty but hopeless at Quidditch. Paris sighed as a Ravenclaw Chaser scored again.
"Hufflepuff won't exactly be a problem again this year," George said to Oliver, who nodded. Paris rolled her eyes this time, Hufflepuff had a strong team it was just Cedric was too soft on them all. Oliver would've chucked Celeste off months ago for keep missing the Quaffle but not Cedric.
The game ended after about fifteen minutes, even though Cedric caught the Snitch as Cho Chang the Ravenclaw Seeker was busy making eyes at him and not concentrating on the Snitch, Ravenclaw still won two hundred and seventy points to one hundred and seventy.
"We've got Ravenclaw next then," Paris said to Oliver as they began making their way down the steps and back to the castle.
"Yeah, looks like serious competition as well. Everyone wants the Cup this year," Oliver said rather dramatically. Paris had to laugh.
That afternoon, Paris and Oliver decided to go to the library to work. Oliver was scrawling away at a new Quidditch practice time-table whilst Paris read her Da Vinci book Oliver had given her for her birthday yesterday.
Every so often, Oliver would make an angry noise and scribble out something with his quill or Paris would make an puzzled noise at something she had read.
Madam Pince kept creeping up behind them and demanding to see what they were doing, incase they were wrecking one of her precious books. She had now tried to take Paris' book three times, screeching it was one of hers and Paris had stolen it and was defacing it secretly.
"Oh hello Professor McGonagall," Paris said as a shadow loomed over their table. Oliver stopped and looked up at his Head of House too.
"Good afternoon. Professor Dumbledore wishes to see you both in his office," Professor McGonagall said gravely.
"What for?" Oliver asked, leaning back in his chair to stretch his aching back.
"That is between you and Dumbledore, come on, move!" Professor McGonagall said impatiently. They waited while Oliver cleared up his stuff and binned numerous broken quills and screwed up parchment.
Paris smiled nervously at Oliver as they walked behind Professor McGonagall toward Dumbledore's office. Oliver held onto Paris' hand tight, wondering what they had done.
"Canary Creams," Professor McGonagall said loudly and clearly to a stone gargoyle. "Go on, up you go," She said, ushering the pair onto the winding stone steps which had sprung into motion. They stepped on and were soon rising upwards toward Dumbledore's office.
When the stair case stopped moving, Paris and Oliver stepped off it and through the open door to Dumbledore's office. Paris had only been here a few times during her school life and every time it looked different to her.
"Master Wood, Miss Knightley! Come and sit down," Dumbledore said from across the room. He was sitting at his huge oak desk. Paris and Oliver obeyed and sat on the chairs in front of his desk.
Their Headmaster was a very different man.
"I suppose you're wondering why you're here?" Dumbledore asked, smiling warmly at them both as they nodded.
"Well I have some interesting news to say the least but where to begin? This isn't the easiest thing to explain or accept I should imagine."
With every word, Paris started to become more and more nervous at what the old man had to say.
Dumbledore picked up a small, grey stone tablet Paris hadn't noticed when she sat down.
"This is a very old prophecy. So old, it has been craved in stone rather than sealed in a glass sphere. Here," Dumbledore said, passing the stone to Oliver. On it were engravings that were hard to identify.
From what Paris could make out, it said:
O.J.W. (P) 31.10.03 P.T.K. (M)
A.J.W - 12.06.04 - M.R.F. - 15.06.04-23.23
Thyne chosen Gemini.
Paris and Oliver both looked up at Dumbledore expectantly, not understanding what the engravings meant.
"This tablet was engraved centuries ago and has been in my possession for a very long time. It's about you two," Dumbledore explained. Paris and Oliver's mouths dropped open.
"The initials are yours, Oliver James Wood and Paris Trojan Knightley. That date in the middle is your birthday I believe Paris, it is also the date your child is to be conceived on," Dumbledore paused. Paris' cheeks were a fresh scarlet as she had already blushed at her absurd middle name.
"C-child?" Oliver repeated, looking considerably sick.
"Yes, this is a delicate matter but I need to ask. Is there any chance this prophecy is true?" Dumbledore asked softly. Paris could feel her cheeks burning with embarrassment.
"A very good chance," Paris whispered, thinking back to last night. It only just occurred to her what they had forgotten.
"It wasn't a mistake, my dear so don't blame yourself. It was meant to happen," Dumbledore explained lightly. "You two are known as The Gemini, who produce the Gemini baby. A very special child no doubt who has been speculated about for a long time. The parents each hold various things this child will need in order to rise. What for, we do not know."
Paris felt dizzy, it was all going to fast for her. This had to be a joke or something. Or Dumbledore had the wrong person. It couldn't be Paris, she wasn't special at all, she was just herself.
"Maybe I should explain more. That might help you understand better. Paris, you are very special even if you don't believe it. You're kind and giving, patient and clever which are all important traits which unfortunately not many people hold anymore. Oliver here, has sharp reflexes, a calculating mind and he strives to give the people who are close to him the best, hence his passion for the Quidditch Cup." Paris smiled at Oliver, who smiled back even though he still looked sick.
"Now, your child will inherit those traits and be everything and more what you two are. That's what will make him the Gemini baby," Dumbledore said.
Something clicked in Paris' head.
"Him?" She said without really thinking.
"Yes, your son," Dumbledore said, smiling again.