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Chapter 6: Oh, and you're forgiven.

September 1, 1990: 10:45 am King's Cross Station, Platform 9 ¾ (Oliver's POV)

Katie and her family went to visit her aunt who lives in Italy for the summer, the whole summer. They left the day Mary, Greg, Mark, Joe, Katie, Annie, and Lizzie got home from Hogwarts and didn't come home until late last night after I went to bed. So, I haven't seen her all summer.

Man, she has changed. First off, she suddenly got curves over the summer. Then, her chest got a lot bigger. And thirdly, she stopped looking like a kid and started looking like a teenager. She was gorgeous. She also had a really nice tan, but that was only temporary. And did I mention that she'd grown like three inches? I'd grown six in the past year and was finally six feet tall.

Katie and Annie ran over to me. Lizzie followed at a bit of a distance. While Katie and Annie hugged me, Lizzie just stared at me. "What's with Lizzie?" I asked Katie as I hugged her.

Katie shrugged. "I don't know. She's in this major bitch mood today. She's mad at Gabe because he's starting Hogwarts this year but something else is bothering her too."

"PMS," Greg Bell whispered in my ear. I shook my head. He looked at me. "Is it true that Eva's quitting the team?"

I nodded. "She has she has no purpose in life now that Charlie's in Romania."

"Shit," Greg swore under his breath. "So just Katie, you, and me are coming back. I'm definitely switching over to seeker then the Weasley twins can be beaters and we'll find someone to replace Eva and Sarah." Sarah Madison graduated last year.

"Poor Greg," I said patting his shoulder sympathetically. "He has to practically rebuild the whole team and he's only got a year to do it."

"And then I'm dumping the whole thing in your hands after this year. Aren't you lucky?"

I glared at him. "Who am I going to replace you with at Seeker?"

"I don't know. My younger brother doesn't play Seeker. Gabe's a much better beater than anything. Recommend him to your successor after the Weasleys leave."

"I'll try to remember that."

"Good," Greg said; then he walked off to the train and his girlfriend, Emma Spencer. They were a funny pair. He's a foot taller than her, she's as skinny as twig, and he's well, he's Greg. But they love each other very much and that's all that matters to them. In fact, Katie says that Greg is planning to ask her to marry him at Christmas and then they can get married after they graduate.

Katie came over to me. "So, he told you about the distressing situation of the team?" I nodded and she went on. "It's all he's talked about besides Emma all summer. I'm really worried about him. I know he's obsessed with Quidditch but this is just a bit much. He's just so worried; he wants the Cup so bad, you know? What if he stops focusing on school? What if he gives it all up for Quidditch? He has to graduate; he has to."

I nodded and hugged her. She was worried about her brother, Greg Bell-Quidditch Maniac. Then I realized something. "Hold on, Greg's only sixth year; what's going on?"

"Chudley Cannons want him after this school year, so they made a deal with Dumbledore so he can graduate a year early. He took all the sixth year courses during the holidays, when he wasn't talking about Quidditch or Emma."

I smiled. "I can't believe it. Greg Bell is going off to become an international Quidditch phenomenon after graduation. How do things like that happen? I can't believe it."

"Would you want to graduate early to go play Quidditch?" Katie asked me. "I know you want to play professionally but would you want to give up Hogwarts for the pros?"

I looked at her and shook my head. "I told you before I want to be an Auror after I play pro-Quidditch for a couple years. I need all seven years at Hogwarts; I need the experience and the friendships. Besides, I couldn't abandon my best friend."

She smiled and kissed my cheek. "Whoa, Ollie, you must've grown a foot over the summer."

"Six inches in the past year," I said desperately trying to sound modest. "And Mum says that I'm not done growing yet. She says I'll be well past six feet by the time I'm twenty."

"Hold it. You saw your mum over the holidays? Why did you tell me about this in one of your owls."

"Not that bitch," I said coldly. Then warming up, "I started calling Aunt Elise Mum. She's more of a mum anyways. Besides, the younger kids were getting confused with me calling her Aunt Elise and them calling her mum."

Calling Aunt Elise Mum was harder for me than I liked to admit to anyone, even Katie. Well, at that point, especially Katie, when did she get to be so gorgeous? Man, she had grown up over the summer and that growing up had been GREAT for her. She was looking fantastic. I was most definitely not leaving Hogwarts early, not with this girl around.

"So," Katie said, breaking the silence. "Is your mum pregnant?"

I nodded. "Yeah, with twins. She's really excited."

April 27, 2000: 6:13 AM St. Mungo's (Third Person POV)

A nurse had just left after telling Katie that she was 6 cm dilated. "The baby should be here very soon."

Katie looked up at Oliver. "So, the twins are almost ten now, aren't they?"

Oliver nodded. "Yep, Abigail and Natalie are almost ten; it's hard to believe. It seems like just yesterday they were babies. And now they're off to Hogwarts in a couple of years. I can't believe they're growing up so fast."

"And they're not even the babies of the family," Katie reminded him. "The baby is Lillie and there's Adam, Chris, and Jennie."

"I know; I have so many younger siblings. I can't believe it some days. I have nine younger sibs. It's so weird."

"Hey, I'm one of fifteen."

"I've noticed. I've been to your house for Christmas before, you know."

"Do you remember Christmas fourth year?"

Oliver nodded. "That was when I asked you out for the first time."

"And our first date was New Year's Eve."

"And then we got married on Christmas Eve, 1998."

"We seem to have many important events in our life as a couple fall on important days in the year," Katie pointed out. "Now tell the baby about Christmas our fourth year."

December 23, 1990: 2:06 PM the Woods' house (Oliver's POV)

Aunt Elise wanted the Christmas tree decorated but being she had just given birth to Abby and Natalie two weeks ago she couldn't do it herself. So, she had asked me to do it. So, I was in charge supervising small children trying to decorate a Christmas tree. I didn't think that would work too well, so I sent Ed, James, Greg, and Anna over to the Bells to play with Paul, David, Colette, Cecilia, Marita, and Michael. Katie, Annie, and Gabe came over to help me decorate the tree. They were actually helpful; they wouldn't break anything.

In fact, they were so helpful that we ended up decorating the entire house. Aunt Elise was positively thrilled with them. We had the entire inside of the house decorated and Annie and Katie took care of most of her Christmas baking. Aunt Elise was just ecstatic. I half expected her to run over and beg Mrs. Bell to let her have the three of them in exchange for Ed, James, Greg, and Anna.

Aunt Elise hugged them all. "Oh, you're so wonderful. Thank you so much. This is just beautiful. All four of you did such a good job. The house is so amazing. Thank you, thank you!"

"Oh, it was nothing, Mrs. Wood," Katie replied modestly. "We just figured Oliver could use some help with the tree. It was no trouble at all. We already decorated our house and we're used to it by now. Plus, it was an excuse to get away from loud, annoying younger siblings. But you are welcome."

Aunt Elise smiled as Annie added, "Do you need us to wrap presents for you? We'd be more than glad to help you. Mum doesn't need us back until five. She said she'd be glad to have Ed, James, Greg, and Anna there as long as you like."

"I don't know if I want you three wrapping my presents. How do I know you won't tell Oliver what he's getting?" Aunt Elise said, half serious, half teasing.

"Why would we tell?" Gabe asked. "Oliver isn't telling us what our parents are giving us so why would we tell him what you're giving him?"

Aunt Elise shook her head. "Gabe, I'm sorry but I'm going to have my husband wrap the presents tonight. However, it would be helpful if you could clean my dining room so it'll be ready for Christmas dinner."

Gabe shrugged. "I guess we could do that. We don't have anything else to do."

"It's not that big of a job," Aunt Elise told him.

"All right, Annie and I can do it and Oliver and Katie can clean something else."

"They can clean the kitchen up, since they helped mess it up."

"We're on it," Katie replied. She and I went into the kitchen while Gabe and Annie went to the dining room.

We'd been working for about twenty minutes when I looked at Katie. "Hey, Katie," I said. "Do you want to get together sometime and, you know, hang out maybe?"

"Huh?" Katie looked at me, confused. "We hang out together all the time with my siblings and our friends."

"I know, but I mean, just hang out, just the two of us?" I was getting embarrassed. "It could be fun. We could just spend some time together, alone."

"You mean, like a date?" she asked, starting to catch on.

"Yeah, like a date," I replied.

"Sure, it could be fun."

"How about New Year's Eve?" I asked.

She thought about it for a minute. "We could go to the New Year's Eve Party in Chudley," she suggested. "That would be nice."

"Okay, I'll pick you up at eight and we'll ski over."

"Sounds good," she replied, kissing my cheek. "I'll be looking forward to it."

"Awesome," I said. All I could think was KATIE BELL JUST KISSED MY CHEEK!

December 31, 1990: 8:00 PM on the Bell's front porch. (Oliver's POV cont'd)

I took my skis off by the front door and rang the bell. I was just a little nervous about this. How were Mr. Bell and his sons going to react? Were they going to kill me for taking Katie out? Mary Bell opened the door. "Oh, hi, Oliver, come in."

She seemed friendly enough. Let's see how the rest of the family treats me. Would Mr. Bell be sitting in the living room with Greg, Mark, and Joe waiting to kill me? I was shaking in my boots. Mary led me into the living room. Katie was sitting there wearing a sparkly black dress with spaghetti straps and a black velvet dress. She had black ski boots on and a bag with a different pair of shoes in her hand as well as a purse made out of the same material as her dress. She was wearing her hair loose and it all combined to make her very beautiful. I gasped as I took this all in. "Katie, you're beautiful," I whispered.

"Thank you." She smiled. "You don't look too bad yourself, Oliver."

I was wearing a black suit with a white dress shirt and a navy blue tie. (My uncle had coached me on this.) And I had a bouquet of white roses for her. (That was also Uncle John's idea.) "Thanks. These are for you," I told her as I handed her the roses.

She smelled them and smiled. "They're beautiful, Oliver. Thank you so much." She hugged me. "You're the best."

"You're welcome." I smiled. "Are you ready?"

She nodded. I took her coat off the hook by the door just as Mr. Wood walked in. "Oliver," he said firmly. "Good evening. Where are you taking my daughter? What time do you intend on having her back? What do you intend to do while you're out?"

"I'm taking her to Chudley for the New Year's Eve party. We're going to dinner at Maria's. Then we're going to come back here. I expect to have her back here by eleven at the latest for the fireworks you and my uncle have planned."

"And you're planning no fireworks of your own?" Mr. Bell demanded firmly.

As I shook my head, Mrs. Bell walked in. "Stephen," she snapped. "Be nice to the poor boy. I'm sure he has nothing but honorable intentions towards Katie. He's a good boy. I trust him and you should too."

Mr. Bell sighed. "All right, Suzanne, I just hope you're right about young Mr. Wood here." He sighed a second time. "All right, Oliver, you two can go with my blessing. Have a lovely time."

"Thank you, sir," I said.

"Thank you, Daddy," Katie said as we headed out the door.

It took us half an hour to ski to the restaurant. When we got there, Katie put on a pair of strappy black sandals with stiletto heels. She looked at me. "Just so you know, these are undoubtedly the most uncomfortable shoes in the world. I hate them, but Mary said they were the best shoes for this dress."

I nodded. "Well, they look nice on you."

"Thanks."

I offered her my right arm. "Shall we go in?"

She took the offered arm. "Certainly, Mr. Wood."

We went in and went up to the hostess. She gave us the exact look you'd expect a waitress in a fancy restaurant to give two fourteen-year-olds out on a date at eight-thirty. "We have reservations," I said unsteadily.

"What's the name?" she asked cautiously.

"Wood, Oliver Wood."

She looked at a book on her stand. "Ah, yes, I see you. Wood, party of two, come with me." We followed her to a small table for two in a quiet corner. "Your server will be with you shortly."

Katie opened the menu. "Oliver, this place is so expensive. Are you sure you can afford this? I mean, look at these prices. It's too much. Let's go someplace else, someplace less expensive."

I smiled at her, trying to be reassuring. "It's all right, Katie. I can afford it; I promise you."

"Did your dad give you the money?" she asked stiffly. I knew how she felt about paying for dates with your parents' money.

I shook my head. "No, Katie, he didn't. I've been saving my money for the past few months to pay for this. I didn't want to have to beg my dad for money. I was determined that I would never make my dad pay for one of our dates."

She nodded and went back to the menu. She ended up ordering the cheapest thing on the menu. I didn't want to upset her, so I did similarly. We didn't order desert, instead we skied home and watched the fireworks with our families.

We were sitting on her family's back porch when Katie looked at me. "Just so you know, I'm not mad or upset about tonight. It's just I've never been in a restaurant like that before. It was fancier and more formal than I'd been expecting. And it was so expensive it worried me. I'm sorry about the way I acted this evening."

I smiled and hugged her. "I forgive your and I'm sorry too. I should have asked you if you were used to eating at places like Maria's. I'll try to remember to ask next time."

She hugged me. "Thanks, that'd be great. Oh, and you're forgiven."

April 27, 2000: 7:04 AM St. Mungo's (Third Person POV)

Katie's contractions were very close together and very regular now. The doctors said the baby would be coming within the next hour. Oliver looked at his wife. "Do you want me to keep telling the story?"

She nodded. "Tell the baby about fifth year. That was a year with some great memories."

"Yeah, the Great Harry Potter came to Hogwarts."

"Well, that wasn't the only important thing that happened that year," Katie said. "There was our OWL results and many other wonderful incidents."

A/N: Well, I hoped you liked it. Please review and let me know what you want me to name the babies. Remember it's a boy and a girl who are twins. So, vote people. The names are in "Chapter Six: Names."