A/N: So I don't own Harry Potter; that's not my fault. And this is told from Oliver's POV. Thanks to everyone who reviewed. I hope this lives up to your expectations.

Chapter One: So, Do You Play Quidditch?

September 1, 1987 10:45 AM at Platform 9 ¾ King's Cross

"Hurry up, Oliver! You're going to be late," my older sister, Eva, yelled. "We have to be on the train at eleven. Get on there now!"

I was hurrying but I was so much smaller than everyone else. I know now that's hard to believe; now I'm 6'5" and muscular but when I was eleven I was over a foot shorter and as skinny as a twig. So, little twig Oliver is following his big tall sister when he crashes into umm, well, something. That something and I both landed on the ground. When I pulled myself up, I realized I'd knocked over a girl who was taller than me. This girl had long light brown hair and blue eyes. She stood up. "Hi," she said in a really small voice. "I'm Katie Bell."

I smiled and shook her hand. "I'm Oliver Wood. It's nice to meet you."

She smiled. "Come on. Let's go get a compartment before all the older students get them and we get stuck with weird people."

"Okay," I said eagerly. I was desperate to not be stuck with "weird people" on the train. I followed Katie to the train and we quickly found an empty compartment. We sat down and she looked at me. "So, do you play Quidditch?"

I smiled and laughed. "Yes, my dad played professional Quidditch in his younger days. He taught all of his children how to play when we were about three. Well, my sister who is two and my baby sister can't play yet but the rest of us can."

"How many siblings do you have?" Katie asked playing with her hair.

"Seven, three brothers, four sisters," I said. "Eva is fourteen, I'm eleven, Will is ten, Robbie is eight, Jamie is six, Maggie is four, Marion is two, and Mum just had Anna about a month ago. How many siblings do you have?"

"Don't even get me started," Katie moaned. "There are fourteen kids in my family, seven boys and seven girls. Mary is fifteen, Mark and Greg are fourteen, Joe is thirteen, I'm eleven, Annie is ten, Elizabeth is nine, Gabriel is eight, Paul is seven, David is six, Colette is five, Cecilia is four, Marita is three and Michael is two. Don't ask me how my mother did since I have no clue."

I looked at her sympathetically. "And I thought I had a big family. Fourteen kids, that's a huge family."

"I know," Katie said with a sigh. "You should see our house. It's huge. We have twelve bedrooms in our house. My parents have a room. Mary has her own room, I have my own room, Mark, Greg, and Joe share a room, Annie and Lizzie share a room, Gabe has his room, Paul has his own room, David has his own room, Colette has her own room, Cecilia has her own room, Marita has her own room, and Michael has his own room. It bugs me that all my really little siblings have their own rooms but Mark, Greg, and Joe share a room. It seems kind of stupid. I mean, I know Mark and Greg are twins but still they shouldn't have to share a room."

"Yeah, in my family, Eva has her own room, I share a room with Will, Robbie and Jamie share a room, Maggie and Marion share a room, and Anna sleeps in Mum and Dad's room."

"Hold on," Katie said suddenly. "Is your dad Michael Wood?"

I nodded, knowing where this was going. "Yeah."

"Like Michael Wood who used to play for Puddlemore United?" Katie said eagerly.

"Yeah."

"Oh my gosh!" Katie squealed. "He was my dad's favorite player. My dad is always talking about him. When he taught me how to play Quidditch, he taught me to play like your dad did."

"So you're a chaser?" I asked eagerly.

"Since I was four years old," Katie replied. "I wanted to play Keeper at first but Dad says I'm built more like a chaser, so I play chaser. What do you play?"

"Keeper," I said with a smile. I loved Quidditch; it was the best thing in life. "I wanted to play chaser, to be like my dad but Dad says I'm definitely a keeper and I love playing keeper anyways, so I just stick with it."

"Does your older sister play on the house team?"

"Yeah, she's a Beater," I said. "She's a really well built, so she's really powerful. She's a fourth year and her goal is to be the captain next year, but Charlie Weasley, her boyfriend, will probably get it."

"I want to make the Gryfinndor house team next year," Katie said with a sigh. "I really want to be in Gryfinndor like my brothers and sister and my parents."

"So do I," I said.

September 5, 1987: Breakfast Time at Hogwarts

Katie Bell was running late for breakfast and she had Potions first that morning. From what she heard from her older siblings and from Eva Wood, being late for Potions was like asking someone to kill you. Professor Snape would give her detention for the next fifty years. She skidded into the Great Hall and sat down next to me. She started shoving food down her throat. Percy Weasley, who was sitting to my left, said, "Geez, Katie, slow down. You're going to choke if you don't eat more slowly."

"Percy," she said between bites. "We have potions this morning. I don't want to be late. Snape hates Gryfinndors; everyone knows that. I don't want to be on his bad side the first day of classes."

"You're right," Percy said. "Eat up fast. We've got to run."

I rolled my eyes. "Percy, don't rush her. Katie, you should eat quickly but don't follow Percy's advice."

Percy's older brother, Charlie, who was sitting across the table from us said, "All who follow Percy's advice usually end up in some sort of dreadful trouble. My youngest brother, Ron, learned that the hard way."

I was interested, very interested. "What happened?"

"I'm not going to say," Charlie replied and went back to talking to my sister. Charlie was a fifth year and Eva was a fourth year but it was one happy, happy relationship. They'd only been dating for like six months and Mum was already hoping they'd get married. The only problem with Mum's plan was Charlie wanted to go to Romania to work with dragons after Hogwarts and Eva wanted to work for the Ministry of Magic.

Two minutes later, we had to leave for Potions. I was not looking forward to this class. I'd heard too much bad stuff about Professor Snape from Eva to look forward to this class. As a course, Potions wasn't that bad but Snape was supposedly purely and entirely evil. My mum knew things about him from her days in the Ministry of Magic but she wasn't allowed to tell Eva and me them. My mum knows so much cool stuff that Eva and I don't have the security clearances for.

So we went into Potions. Snape looked like one of those Goth muggle people my grandmother is always going off on. My grandmother Wood lived in the heart of muggle London despite being a full-blood witch. I never understood it, but she died shortly before I married Katie so I respect her memory, especially since Katie wants to name the baby after her if the baby is a girl.

But back to the story…

Katie and I survived Potions. Percy, however, did not. Snape permanently branded him as an "insipid, insufferable butt-kisser." So, Snape would be the only teacher for the next seven years who wouldn't love Percy Weasley. So, this class would be fun for one reason, even if it were just to see Snape pick on Percy.

April 26, 2000: 11:30 PM St. Mungo's (Third Person POV)

Katie smiled at her husband. "It was fun, wasn't it? I remember once later that year when Percy tried to answer a question in class that Snape wanted me to answer and OH FUCK! Oliver, I hate you! I'm never letting you touch me again! Hold my hand, please! I need you, Oliver!" Once the contraction ended, Katie said, "Oliver, tell the baby the story of the day Percy tired to answer my question."

Oliver smiled. "Okay, kid, you're really going to like this one."

December 10, 1987: 9:00 AM Hogwarts (Back to the POV of His Supreme Hotness, Oliver Wood)

I was sitting next to Katie in Potions taking careful notes. Suddenly, Snape spun around. "Miss Bell," he said. "What potion would you make if you were trying to force Mr. Wood here to confess his true feelings for you?"

Before Katie could answer, Percy was desperately waving his arm and making monkey noises. "Mr. Weasley, please be quiet," Snape snapped. "Miss Bell, do you know the answer?"

"Yes, it's Vertasium," Katie said quickly. Then she slipped me a paper that said, "What are your true feelings for me anyway?"

I wrote back, "You're my best friend. You're a cool girl; you're not all boy-obsessed and stuff but you like cool stuff, like Quidditch."

Katie smiled at me.

December 17, 1987: 11:30 AM in the Gryfinndor Common Room

Katie was sitting on the couch with her older brothers and sister when I walked in to the room. Everyone was getting ready to go home for the Christmas holidays. The Bells were going to visit their grandmother who lived in Sweden. I walked over to the chair my sister Eva was sitting in. Well, Charlie was sitting in the chair; Eva was in his lap. Eva looked up at me. "Are you ready to go?"

I shrugged. "Sure, who isn't ready to spend two whole weeks with Gran Marion? She's such a lovely person, after all."

"And she'll spend the whole two weeks talking about how adorable Anna, Marion, and Maggie are and completely ignore the rest of us," Eva said. "I wish we could spend holidays with Grandmother Wood. She's such a dear, but Mum and Dad said that this was our year to spend with Gran Marion."

"I just hope she gives me something nice to compensate for ignoring me," I replied.

Charlie moaned. "Honestly, couldn't you two just explain to your parents that you don't get along with your grandmother very well and see if you could go stay with your other grandmother?"

"Because we tried that before and Mum and Dad didn't exactly buy it," Eva replied. "They think we just want to go to London so we can visit all our friends but they think that Christmas is a time for family and so we should spend it with our family, no matter how much we hate them."

Charlie sighed. "I wish you to the best kind of Christmas you can have," he said with a smile. He kissed Eva and clapped my shoulder. "Eva, I'll see you on the train."

On the Train…

Katie and I were in the same compartment as her brothers and sister on the way home. I'd never really spent much time with Mary, Mark, Greg, and Joe but they were actually really nice. Mary, it turned out, was an expert dueler. Mark was the bookworm of the group. Greg, as I already knew, was the keeper on the Quidditch team; he was the most interesting of the bunch. He didn't want to play keeper; he wanted to be a beater, but the captain, Edmonds, was already a beater, but Greg planned to try to get the position next year when Edmonds left the team. Joe was an artist; he was sitting in the compartment drawing pictures of his two sisters who were sitting next to each other. I was sitting between him and Mark. Mark was reading a book, but it wasn't a book I'd ever seen before. It was by some guy named Plato and it was called The Republic. I looked at him. "What's that about?"

"It's about the perfect society," he said. "But it doesn't sound to perfect to me. They arrange marriages, take your children from you and give them to other people, and other such weird crap. It's kind of like this other Muggle book I read over the summer, A Brave New World. They were both just scary."

Mary rolled her eyes. "Mark, don't tell him about that kind of stuff. He doesn't need to know about it. He's a nice kid and he's Katie's friend. Be nice to him."

Mark rolled his eyes. "Yes, Mother, I'll try to be good to little Katie-poo's friends." He turned to his younger sister and said, "I, Mark Kenneth Bell, do solemnly swear to be nice to my eleven-year-old sister, Katherine Suzanne Bell, and all her little friends."

"My little friends?" Katie yelled indignantly.

"All right, calm down, kids," Mary said quickly. "Mark, cut it out. Just stop teasing Katie for two hours. Once we're off the train, I don't care what you do but just be nice to Katie until we arrive at King's Cross."

Mark moaned but said, "Oh, all right, but could you stop acting like Mum for five minutes? Seriously, what do you have stuck up your ass?"

"Mark Kenneth, cut that out now!" Mary yelled. "I'm going to tell Mum."

"Oh, I'm so scared."

"Why can't you act like Greg and Joe? Why can't you just be calm and quiet?"

"I don't feel like it," Mark retorted.

Mary stood up. "That's it. I'm going to find Eva and Charlie and talk to them."

"And flirt with Bill," Mark said. "Make yourself pretty before you go see the beautiful, gorgeous hunk, Bill Weasley."

"Mark, shut up," Greg said. "Leave Mary alone."

"Oh fine," Mark said, sitting down as his sister left the compartment.

Katie looked at me. "I have a Christmas present for you; it's not much but I figure you'll like it." She handed me a large wrapped box.

I opened it up to see a copy of Quidditch Through the Ages. I hugged her. "Katie, this is so awesome! It's the best thing anyone has ever given me. I have something for you too." I handed her a wrapped package.

She opened it up and saw a copy of Which Broomstick. "Oliver, this is so amazing! I can use save my Christmas and birthday money to buy a new broomstick if I make the team next year." She hugged me. "This is so cool. You're the best."

Joe looked at us. "You two are so funny. Quidditch is just a game."

"Just a game?" Greg said in shock. "Quidditch is so much more than a game. It's like breathing. It's wonderful. I can't explain you what a rush it is to go flying through the air and feel the adrenaline rush through you as make saves. It's so amazing."

"I bet having half the girls in Hogwarts chasing after you isn't half bad either," Joe said.

April 27, 2000: 1:15 AM St. Mungo's (Third Person POV)

Katie smiled. "So, Greg didn't mind having half the girls at school chasing him but you did."

Her husband smiled. "There was only one girl that I was ever interested in. And I married her."

"So, next you should tell the baby the story of our panic over our first year finals," Katie said. Then she screamed in pain.

Oliver began, "Well, your mother started studying in March and she made me start studying with her at the same time…"

A/N: Okay, so I hope you like it. Please review. A chapter will be coming soon.