A/N: I don't own Harry Potter. It belongs to the genius mind of J.K. Rowling. Thanks to all my reviewers. I'm sorry it took to long to update; I was working to my other HP fic and my computer is much troubled. Thank you to everyone who reviewed and thanks to
-Ihope for Anarchy
-Iluv-Siri-Boy
-Timra AND
-Pokethepenguin01
Who have suggested baby names. To see the baby names, either go to the reviews, or they'll be at the end of the story. Keep suggesting baby names!
Chapter Three: What Were You Thinking About?
July 28, 1988: 11:03am John and Elise Wood's home. (3rd Person POV)
Katie Bell was sitting on the front porch of her next-door neighbors' house. Oliver Wood was inside but he'd be out in a minute. Oliver and his little sister, Anna, had been living there for six weeks now. Their aunt and uncle had three sons of their own, Edward, James, and Gregory. Ed was seven, James was five, and Greg was three. Katie's older sister, Mary, babysat them sometimes. They were sweet, good kids.
Oliver was finishing up his chores and then he'd come outside. The Bells were going to play a game of Quidditch and they needed Oliver. They were playing four on four and they only had seven kids who were playing. Mary, Mark, Greg, Joe, Katie, Annie, and Lizzie were going to play but that was only enough for three on four.
(Oliver's POV), at same time and place
I walked outside and saw Katie sitting on the porch. "Ready to play Quidditch?" she asked.
I smiled. "Absolutely. I can't wait. It's so much fun playing with your siblings. They're fun to be around."
"Then let's go," Katie said grabbing my hand and hauling me out to her backyard.
April 27, 2000 St. Mungo's: 2:00 AM (Third Person POV)
Katie looked at her husband. "We spent every day that summer playing Quidditch. My parents would want us to do something and we'd be outside playing. One day, Mum had had to go to the store and she wanted Mary to watch the kids."
"And we were outside playing," Oliver said with a smile. "That happened to me so many times. Aunt Elise would want me to watch Anna, Ed, James, and Greg but I was off playing Quidditch with your family. She was so pissed at me."
Katie laughed. "I remember. That was the first time I found out what your full name was. She came out to the pitch and just screamed, 'Oliver Michael Wood! I'm going to kill you!' It was so funny."
"It was not funny," Oliver said firmly. "I thought she was going to kill me."
"It was cute," Katie insisted. "You have to admit that. Think about it. Your aunt is this tiny little thing and she's got this huge voice."
"Katherine, I'm warning you. Stop teasing me."
"Fine," she said. "Let's talk about something else."
"Like what?" he asked. "Do you want me to tell the baby about how we found out we made the Quidditch team?"
She smiled. "That's one of my favorite stories."
September 16, 1988: Hogwarts 9:08 PM (Oliver POV)
Katie and I were walking back to the common room from the library where we'd been finishing up our homework. Quidditch tryouts had been that afternoon. We both thought that we'd done very well but we were still worried. So we gave the Fat Lady the password (Loop-de-loop) and went into the common room to find my sister on top of Charlie Weasley who was lying on the couch, without his shirt. "Ahem!" I coughed, quite severely if I do say so myself.
Eva looked up first and blushed. She jumped off Charlie who said, "Eva, what's-oh no! I'm dead." He grabbed his shirt and put it back on hurriedly. "Oliver, you can not tell my mother about this. If she finds out, she'll kill me. You can't tell her. Eva and I weren't doing anything but still if she finds out, she'll think we were and I'm so dead then. I'll do anything to keep you from telling."
I smiled at his blundering. "I won't tell her; I promise. But I have one question for you. Did Katie and I make the house team?"
Charlie looked at me in shock. "That's all you want in exchange? You two were going to make the team anyway. But you're definitely on if it'll keep your mouths shut."
I smiled with joy this time. "So I'm on?"
"Absolutely, Wood," Charlie said. "You're a natural. You're exactly what we need at keeper now that Greg Bell moved to beater. Man, that kid is more natural as a beater than my younger brothers, Fred and George, are. It's unbelievable."
Katie shrugged. "My dad had John Wood train him."
"Well, in his day, John Wood was the best beater in the world. Given time, Greg could become an even better beater than John Wood."
Charlie's predictions still ring in my ears twelve years later. Greg Bell did become one of the best beaters of his time. Unfortunately, he also became one of Lord Voldemort's victims before he really had a chance to bloom as a Quidditch player. Greg Bell was one of those people who were in the wrong place at the wrong time. Greg didn't just die. First he attacked two attempts on his life but the third killed him. First, he survived an attack on a Quidditch match he was playing in. Then he survived an attack on Mary Bell's house. But he died in the last battle at Hogwarts. He had come there to teach after the attack at his sister's house and had been involved in the battle. Katie was ripped apart by his death. She'd lost her older sister eight months earlier. That year, 1998, was the hardest year of both our lives. She lost her older sister and one of her older brothers while all of my siblings except for Anna and Eva were killed. That only confirmed my decision to become an Auror. I loved my siblings and my wife's siblings and I hated that they'd all been killed. I wanted to fight off all the bad guys and protect the people I loved. My Aunt Elise asked me once why I had to become an Auror and I told her, "Because some day Katie and I are going to have children and I want them to live in a safe world."
April 27, 2000: 2:45 AM St. Mungo's (Third Person POV)
Katie looked at Oliver. "After you finished the story, you sort of zoned out there. What were you thinking about?"
"1998," he said sadly. "I was thinking about how much we lost that year."
"We also got married that year," Katie reminded him.
He smiled. "I remember. It was a wonderful day."
"It was," Katie said. Suddenly, her perspiration-soaked face was contorted with pain and she screamed loud enough to wake the dead. She began panting and tears poured down her cheeks.
Oliver sighed. His wife was in so much pain and there was nothing he could do to help her. He wished he could take all the pain from her but he knew that was impossible. Instead, he just gripped her hand firmly in his and thought of another night when Katie had been comforting him.
November 3, 1988: 1:07 AM in the Hogwarts' Hospital Wing (Oliver's POV)
I was lying in bed. It had been raining during our match against Slytherin that afternoon and I'd gotten hit with both bludgers and fallen off my broom. A professor had made slowed my fall but I'd been badly injured. Madame Pomfrey said I was out for the season.
Katie was sitting by my bed keeping me company since I wasn't allowed to sleep for twelve hours. She was keeping me company and keeping my mind off how badly my leg hurt. She was telling me stories about her younger siblings. She had me laughing and I was distracted from how badly my leg hurt. "Mum sent me a letter yesterday. Apparently last weekend, Colette and Cecilia decided that Marita needed a haircut. And they were more than willing to do if for her."
I covered my face with my hands. "Oh no! What happened?"
"Well, let's just say Marita doesn't have any hair anymore."
"Oh no!" I cried out. "She had such beautiful hair."
"I know. Mum sent me a picture. She looks like a five-year-old baby."
"Oh, how awful!"
(A/N: My younger sisters really did this about two or three years ago. It was awful. I walked into the kitchen for breakfast one morning and my then-eighteen-month old sister was sitting on the floor surrounded by her gorgeous baby blonde hair. My mom was ready to kill the older younger sisters.)
"It is," Katie replied. "I'll show you the picture tomorrow. It's so terrible. I loved her hair so much. I'm going to miss it. Thankfully, Mum saved her hair and I'm going to ask her to send me a few locks of it."
"That's good."
April 27, 2000: 2:55 AM St. Mungo's (Third Person POV)
Katie looked at Oliver. "What were you thinking about now?"
"When I hurt my leg second year," he replied softly. "And you stayed up all night with me."
"It was right after Colette and Cecilia cut Marita's hair," Katie said with a smile. "She looked awful."
"You'd never know it now," Oliver said. "Her hair grew back more beautiful than before." It was true. Marita Therese Bell was now seventeen and in her final year at Hogwarts. She had turned into an elegant young lady with long gorgeous honey blonde hair.
"She's the beauty of the family," Katie said with a smile.
"No, Katie, she's not," Oliver said sincerely. "You are. Katherine, Marita is beautiful but you're even more so. I love you so much. You're the light of my life."
Katie kissed his cheek. "I remember the first time you told me you loved me."
"It was in the last day of our seventh year."
"We'd been dating for three years," Katie said with a smile. "I get to tell the baby this story."
"All right," Oliver said with a smile.
June 6, 1994: 4:07 PM in the Gryfinndor common room (Katie's POV)
"So, why hasn't Oliver told you he loves you yet?" Angelina Johnson asked me. "You two have been dating for three years. You've kissed. Everyone knows that you love him and he loves you. Why won't he say it?"
I smiled. Angelina and Alicia Spinnet had been pestering me about this all day. "It's the last day of term," Alicia said. "We're going home tomorrow."
"And Oliver has that contract with Puddlemere-U," Angelina reminded me. Like I didn't know, it was all anyone ever talked about with Oliver and me. Last week, I'd gotten a letter from my grandmother asking me when "that dear Oliver" and I were gong to get married. Everyone wanted to know that these days. Yesterday, Professor McGonagall asked me when the wedding was.
"So, when's the wedding, Oliver?" Fred Weasley asked.
Oliver blushed. "Yeah, Ollie, when are you and Katie going to finally tie the knot?" George asked. "You two have been going out together forever."
"Hold it, guys," Alicia said. "He hasn't even told her he loves her yet. How can they get married if they've never expressed their undying love and affection for each other?"
"Wait a minute, Wood," George said. "You've never told Kates that you love her. This is unbelievable. How can you have never told her you love her?"
Oliver blushed again. "Look, guys, this is between Kates and me. However, for the record, I do love Katie. I love her very much and I can't imagine my life without her." Oliver wrapped his arm around my shoulder and I rested my head on his shoulder. "Katie is my perfect soul mate. Kates, I love you."
I smiled and kissed his cheek. "I love you too."
"Oh, so sweet," Fred cooed mockingly. "Katie and Oliver love each other. George, isn't it the sweetest thing you've ever seen in your life?"
"Oh, how adorable?" George said in a falsetto. "Little Katie-kins and Ollie are in love. It's so sweet. They are just so cute."
Oliver threw a pillow at them and rolled his eyes. "Grow up, dorks. You two are the most immature people I've ever met. Katie and I are eighteen and we have a mature, loving relationship. You need to grow up a little before you'll understand that though."
"Ooh, cold," Angelina whistled. "Fred, George, you both have been SHOT DOWN! Go Oliver!"
I smiled and leaned closer to his chest. He smelled so good. He smelled warm and comfortable. I loved him so much. "I love you, Oliver Michael Wood," I whispered.
He ran his fingers through my hair and whispered, "And I love you, Katherine Suzanne Bell. Sweetie, someday, I want you to become Katherine Suzanne Wood."
"Your wish is my command," I said. "I want to become Katherine Suzanne Wood someday."
Then we kissed. I loved kissing him then and I still love kissing him know.
April 27, 2000: 3:17 PM St. Mungo's (Third Person POV)
"I love you so much," Katie whispered. "You're the best thing that's ever happened to me."
Oliver said, "Even though I'm the reason you're in so much pain right now?"
"Oliver, my mother did this twelve times. I'd be a wimp if I couldn't go through with it now. Besides, I want to have at least seven kids. We need to have our own little Quidditch team here."
He smiled. "All right, if that's what you want."
"It's what I want," Katie said.
"Then it's a deal," Oliver replied, kissing her.
"Why don't you tell the baby the story about Christmas during our second year?"
"Oh that's a good story," Oliver laughed. "Well, see…"
A/N: Okay, so here it is, at long last. I hope you enjoyed it. Please review.
As promised the baby names and info that have been suggested so far…
Ihope For Anarchy:
Girl
Allie or Amy
Blonde hair
Green eyes
Iluv-Siri-Boy:
Girl: Ellette (which means "little
elf" descended from English) Ivy ("a vine" -English) Wood
Hair: Brown curls
Eyes: Amethyst (that's kinda a purple color, but its a lot like a very pretty
shade of blue)
Weight: idk, um... 7lbs 14 ounces?
Boy: Kiernan ("little dark one" Celtic Gaelic) Thomas ("a
twin" -Greek) Wood
Hair: Dark Brown
Eyes: Hazel
Weight: 6lbs 9ounces?
She also suggested that they have twins.
Timra:
Gender: Girl
name: Amy
Weight: 1, 5kg
hair color: black
eye color: hazelnut brown
Gender: boy
name: Dorian
Weight: 2kg
hair color: red
eye color: blue
Pokethepenguin01:
Gender: Female
Name: Loryn (another way to spell Lauren) Alicia Wood
Weight: 7pounds 4ounces
Hair color: blonde
Eye color: blue