A/N: Thanks to everyone who has reviewed. I'm so glad to have so many people who love my story. Thanks to everyone who has submitted names for the baby.

FreeSpirit65: I so wish I was Katie, but I'm not. So, every now and then I write a chapter from her POV so I can pretend.

Luvin-it: Thanks for ALL those names you suggested.

And now, on with the lovely story…

Chapter Four: Finally Someone Beat My Brother (at Exploding Snap)

December 20, 1988: 7:55 AM in the Gryfinndor Common Room (Oliver's POV)

I was sitting on the couch with Eva, Charlie, and Katie's older siblings and her younger sister, Annie. Annie was a first year. "Where is Katie?" Greg sighed. "She said she'd been here at 7:30 so we could all go down to breakfast together. Where is she?"

"She's late," Mark moaned. "And I'm starving. I can't wait for her any long. Can't we just go down to breakfast now?"

"I'm with them," I said. "I wouldn't mind waiting for Katie except for the fact that I'm going to die of starvation if I don't eat in the next five minutes."

Eva and Mary just looked at each other and laughed. "Cut it out, boys," Mary said. "I'm sure she just overslept."

"Well, then you can wake her up," Greg said. "I'm hungry."

"So am I," Joe said. "Go wake Katie up."

"Fine," Mary said. "Come on, Eva. We'll go get her."

"Be back soon," I called after them as they stood up and headed for the stairs.

Just then, Katie came flying down the stairs. "Sorry I'm late. I slept through my alarm clock and then I couldn't figure out what to wear."

Mary smiled at her sister. "It's all right. The boys wanted to go down to breakfast without you but we managed to keep them all up here until you came down."

Katie smiled. "They're all such lovely fellows to be so patient and wait for me."

"We would have been patient," I insisted. "But I was afraid we were going to die. We were all so concerned that we were going to starve to death that our concern for you just faded like a cool summer breeze." (A/N: If you're wondering how our beloved hero became so eloquently poetic, don't ask me. It was my younger sister's idea.)

Katie smiled sarcastically at me. "I'm sure. I really believe that, Oliver."

"Katie, we were starving," Joe said sadly. "We didn't know if you were ever going to come down to breakfast."

"Well, since you numskulls are so hungry, let's go down to the Great Hall and eat," Eva said. "I'm tired of sitting around with a bunch of crazy hungry teenaged boys. I want to go eat. Shall we adjourn to downstairs? After all, the train is leaving the station at eleven."

Instantly, we all practically flew through the portrait hole and down the stairs to breakfast. I saw Professor McGonagall laugh as we all collapsed into chairs at the Gryfinndor house table. She shook her head at us. Charlie looked at the table. "So, can we have enough blueberry pancakes for nine starving people, five of whom are boys?"

Instantly, two plates with steaming hot piles of pancakes appeared in front of us. We instantly dug in. I don't know about the others but I for one was starving. Lunch would come off the cart today but dinner, ah; dinner would be one of Aunt Elise's feasts. And I, for one, was looking forward to it. I knew Mrs. Bell would also cook up a storm for her family. I didn't know what Mrs. Weasley would do. She would probably do the same. Eva was living with Nadia Martins and her family now; Nadia was one of Eva's dearest friends and her parents had been more than happy to let Eva come live with them now.

Two and a half hours later, I found myself in the Hogsmeade station with Katie, Eva, Charlie, Percy, Nadia Martins, Mary, Joe, Greg, Mark, and Annie. We were all eager to go home for the holidays. I, for one, missed my family back home but especially Anna. I loved my little sister and I worried about her when I wasn't home. She wasn't used to Uncle John and Aunt Elise. But Mum didn't want us living with her anymore, so this made her happy. I smiled as I saw Eva and Charlie together. They were so funny. Charlie was torturing Percy while Eva shook her head and teased Charlie about it.

I was playing Exploding Snap with Annie, Mary, Greg, Mark, and Katie. Greg was winning by, well; let's just say he was winning by a lot. I'd grown to like being around Katie's crazy family. Sure, there were fourteen kids in the family but they were so much fun to be around. And I'd grown to like living with my aunt and uncle. My cousins were cute little squirts. I missed my real family but this was the next best thing. I loved my aunt and uncle and they loved me, which was more than I could say for my own mother. I still struggled with my mother's decision to kick all her children out of the house. I just couldn't understand how she could decide she didn't want her own children anymore. Uncle John told me once that having seven children was more my dad's idea than it was my mum's.

"Oliver!" Katie barked in my ear.

"What?" I barked in her ear.

"The train's here. So, let's go!"

So I followed her onto the train where we continued our game of Exploding Snap and Greg continued his winning streak. My goal is to beat Greg Bell at Exploding Snap once before he graduates. I'm not sure I'll be able to do that in the next three and a half years. But I will devote all my free time to it. Thankfully, he also lives next door during the holidays. That gives me even more of a chance to try to beat him.

December 24, 1988: 3:07 PM in the Bells' living room (Oliver's POV continues)

'Twas the day before Christmas and I was sitting in the Bells' living room playing cards with the usual gang. Katie's younger sister, Lizzie, was playing with us. Much to her deep regret, she was last place for points. Greg was in first place and Mark and I were tied for second. Annie was pretty good; I had to admit. And she was cute, really cute, for an eleven-year-old. She was built a lot like Katie and she looks just like her. In a couple of years, Greg, Mark, and Joe were going to have to defend her with some of the more illegal curses. Okay, so I was developing a small interest in my best friend's younger sister. But I didn't think Katie would mind and besides I couldn't start a relationship with her for at least another three years. In that time, I could fall in and out of "love" several more times.

Then, Greg and Mark both made huge mistakes and lost boatloads of points. And I won. I beat Gregory Timothy Bell at Exploding Snap. I screamed with delight and Katie gave me a huge hug as Mary said, "Finally someone beat my brother!"

Katie kissed my cheek. "I'm so proud of you. This is phenomenal. Someone finally beat Greg!"

I smiled and hugged her back. "I can't believe it! I did it! I won a game of Exploding Snap against Greg!"

Greg came over to me and shook my hand. "Good game, kid."

"You too," I replied, still shocked over my victory. "I can't believe I beat you."

"Well, you deserved it. You're a pretty good card player."

April 27, 2000: 4:08 AM St. Mungo's (Third Person POV)

Katie smiled. "I remember that day so well. You beat Greg. Someone had finally beaten my older brother at the card game he was considered to be unbeatable at."

Oliver nodded. "He was an amazing guy. He deserved to be thought of as unbeatable."

His wife smiled sadly. "He was an amazing brother. I loved him so much."

Oliver nodded. "He was a good man. I have so many good memories of him. He was so awesome to me that year when I couldn't play Quidditch because of my bloody leg."

Katie smiled remembering her husband's fierce determination to play Quidditch after his leg injury in their second year. He never told anyone how hard it was to play Quidditch after that. Even after he went pro, he still had problems with that leg. It was his deepest secret and he would have died before telling anyone other than her. She remembered the night after the House Cup their seventh year. He had been in so much pain but he never would let on. He celebrated and partied with everyone else and never let on that it hurt. The next day, well, why don't I just tell you about it?

May 15, 1994: 11:08 PM in the Gryfinndor common room (Katie's POV)

I looked at Oliver, my darling boyfriend, who was just sitting there. He was acting like he was having a good day, having a fun time but he wasn't. Oh trust me, people when I tell you this. Oliver Michael Wood is an excellent actor. As far as anyone could tell he was having the time of his life but he was not. He was in pain. That leg he'd hurt second year was acting up. I remembered that Madame Pomfrey had warned him about that but he wasn't about to tell anyone what was wrong. I'll find out about it tomorrow.

That whole night was awful. Ron Weasley woke up to find Sirius Black standing over him with a knife but then the idiotic murder turned tail and ran off. And no one found him. In all the excitement, I probably would have forgotten I needed to talk to Oliver if he hadn't been sitting on a couch in the common room with his left leg stretched out in front of him. His face was set in a grimace. I walked over to him. "Hey, it's the Quidditch hero."

He tried to hide his pain as he smiled. "Katie! How's my favorite chaser?"

"I'm good. How's your leg?"

"Not good, Kates, not good at all. It's swollen like it's never been before. I can barely walk. But, Katie, do not tell a single soul. I do not want anyone to know. You can't even tell Annie."

"I promise," I told him very sincerely. It's very hard for me to keep secrets from Annie. We're Irish twins, born ten months to the day apart, and we act like real twins. We look like twins and we act like twins. "I promise I won't breathe a word to anyone, not even Annie."

"Thanks, sweetie. You're a princess." Oliver smiled. "Katie, you know you're too good for me."

I laughed and hugged him. "Oliver, you're worth far more than you admit to yourself. I'm not too good for you; believe me."

"Katie, don't sell yourself short. You're worth more than you're willing to admit. You're an amazing person. You're nice to everyone, even people you don't like. And you're so sweet when it comes to your younger siblings and handling me when I'm grouchy or in pain. You're the best person I've ever met."

I blushed. "Oh cut it out, Oliver. I may be a nice person but I can be pretty awful. I'm not always patient with the little kids, especially Michael and Marita. Those two can really drive me batty some days."

"Oh whatever, Katie. You're just saying that."

April 27, 2000: 4:27 am St. Mungo's (Third Person POV)

"What are you thinking about?" Oliver asked.

Katie moaned as a contraction coursed through her body. She clung to Oliver's hand. "I'm having one of those moments where I really hate you right now. Why'd you have to get me pregnant?"

"I thought it was a mutual decision," he replied. "You wanted to have children and I agreed. We decided we were ready for this. It's something we've talked about since the day we got married."

"You're right," she said, relaxing. "We both wanted this and we both still want it. We're going to have this baby and I'm not going to be one of those terrible wives who blame their husbands for all the pain of labor."

Oliver kissed her cheek. "Thank you."

"It's only because I love you."

"Now what should I tell the baby about?"

"Third year, when we went sledding by the lake with the Weasley twins."

"When we learned never do anything with Fred and George that involves trusting them."

A/N: So, in the next chapter we will learn why you shouldn't trust the twins with your life. Please review. I must admit I am jealous of people who have several hundred reviewers, so if you guys could up my reviewers, that'd be awesome!