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Chapter Seven: I'm Rather Fond of Power

August 31, 1991: 11:04 am in the Woods' living room (Oliver's POV)

The day before we left for our fifth year at Hogwarts, Katie and I somehow were roped into babysitting our younger siblings. Eva was in Romania with Charlie; she moved there right after graduation. Greg had moved to Puddlemore for training with his new team. He was thrilled to be playing Quidditch professionally. Mark and Joe were visiting some friends in London. Mary was also in London, training to be a healer. So, Katie and I were in charge, not that Eva had ever lived with us to help baby-sit, but still…

My parents/aunt and uncle were visiting my aunt's doctor and Katie's parents were visiting family in Sussex. This meant that we didn't know when the adults would be back. We were in charge indefinitely, but that wasn't a bad thing. I'm rather fond of power and I think Kates is too.

So, Katie, Annie, Gabe, and I were in charge. Yes, I know that was a disaster waiting to happen but hey! It's not my fault our parents trust us. And it was raining, so we had to find a way to entertain all the little ones in the house. This was really going to be a disaster. And Lizzie was off in her bedroom at the Bells' house pouting about how much she hates being one of fourteen kids. "She's overreacting," Gabe said as he chased James, Greg, and Ed around the living room. I'm still not quite sure why he was chasing them but whatever… I'll just tack it up to "he's Gabe."

I was sitting on the couch with Abby in my lap; Annie was sitting next to me holding Natalie. Katie was on the floor with the rest of the kids. Annie looked at me. "So last night, I was sitting on my bed when Katie walked into my room. She flopped onto my bed and looked at me with the straightest face I've ever seen. Then she says, 'Annie, what's your favorite weather pattern?'"

"What?" I gasped as I laughed. "Katie, you asked Annie what her favorite weather pattern is? Where did that come from?"

Katie shrugged. "I don't know. I just felt like asking that and I don't know why I felt like asking that. It just popped into my head, so I walked into her room to ask her. She did respond, you know. She told me that her favorite weather pattern was snow because it meant we could build snowmen and go sledding AND have snowball fights with the Weasley twins."

I stuck my tongue out at Annie. It was immature, I know, but hey, she was making fun of the experience Kates and I had in our snowball fight with the Weasleys two years before. Annie just made a face and went back to tickling Natalie. Katie looked up at us. "I want a baby," she whispered as she rubbed Abby's foot.

"You're fifteen," I told her. "You're too young to have a baby."

"I know," she sighed. "But that doesn't stop me from wanting one. They're so sweet and adorable. I know they keep you up late at night and wake you up at two in the morning, but that's okay with me. My mum says that the love of a baby is the most amazing feeling in the world except for being in the arms of the man who loves you."

"She hasn't said that in a while," Annie said suddenly.

"Not since Mike was born," Mark pointed out. "So that was six years ago. Man, that seems like Mike was a baby just yesterday. I can't believe he's six already."

Michael looked up at us from the floor. "Hey, stop talking about when I was a baby. It's bad enough when Mum does it but it's even worse when you guys do it. I am six now and you can't change that."

"We're not trying to change that," Annie told him. "We were talking about something that Mum said when you were born."

"What did she say?" he asked, forever the curious little boy.

"She said that you were a cute little baby," Katie informed him. "She said you were the sweetest little thing she ever saw."

Michael rolled his eyes. "That's icky girl stuff. You don't need to talk about it."

Katie looked at me and whispered, "Abby and Natalie are cuter than he was."

The downside of babysitting was that we had to make dinner for the kids and we couldn't use magic to cook because we were still students. So, Annie and Katie decided to attempt to make dinner. Gabe and I were playing with the kids in the living room, while the girls tried to cook. We could hear them yelling and loud banging noises. Paul looked at me. "What are they trying to cook?"

I shook my head. "I have no idea. To be honest, I'm not quite sure I really want to know."

"I know I don't," Gabe sighed. "They're dangerous when they get left alone in the kitchen. Mum tried to teach them to cook without magic once but she changed her mind after about two minutes in the kitchen with them. She said she'd do all the cooking around here and she'd teach them to cook with magic when they're old enough."

I smiled.

April 27, 2000: 7:21 am St. Mungo's (Third Person POV)

"I can cook!" Katie protested. "It's true that I'm not very good cooking Muggle style but I can do it! Remember when I made scrambled eggs for you back in December? Those were good weren't they?"

"They were," Oliver told his wife, actually being honest. During the fifth month of her pregnancy, Katie had been obsessed with cooking Muggle-style. Most of the food Katie cooked wasn't good but her scrambled eggs actually were good. "I wouldn't mind if you made them again."

Katie smiled. "I'll try to remember that some time. In the meanwhile, tell the baby about the team meeting when you introduced Harry to the team." (A/N: This may have been done differently in the book but oh well!)

September 20, 1991: 5:00 PM in the Gryfinndor locker rooms (Oliver's POV)

Katie and I were sitting in the changing room with Harry Potter, the new seeker. Katie was trying to explain to him why the rest of the team wasn't at our meeting yet. "Well, see, Angelina and Alicia take forever to get ready for practice. They have to make themselves 'beautiful' before they see Fred and George. Fred and George are always off making or performing some ridiculous prank; those two are either going to own Zonko's or end up in jail when they grow up. That is, of course, assuming that they do ever grow up."

Harry smiled shyly. He was uncomfortable sitting in alone in a locker room with his fifteen year old Captain and his captain's totally hot girlfriend. I remember how I felt when I was his age and I around Mary Bell. It's not that I had a crush on her; it's just I was a hormonal guy and she was a hot girl.

Just then the door opened and in walked Angelina and Alicia. "We're sorry we're late," Angelina began. "We really meant to be here on time."

"In fact," Alicia continued. "We were thinking of coming a little earlier. But then we remembered that Fred and George are still on the team. And I started thinking about how badly I want George to ask me to go to Hogsmeade with me."

"And then I remembered how much I want Fred to ask me to go to Hogsmeade with him," Angelina took up their tale. "So, we had to put on a little make-up and I needed some earrings. Then I remembered that this wasn't practice so we could put on some nicer clothes."

"And then we realized it was after five, so we had to run down here," Alicia finished.

I looked them over. They were both wearing tight blue jeans. Angelina was wearing a burgundy spaghetti-strap top and Alicia was wearing a black halter-top. This was normal "trying to catch a Weasley" apparel. "I don't care why you were late. The fact remains that this is a team meeting and you're late. Katie had to get changed after classes and she was at the meeting early."

"Yeah, but Katie caught the guy she was trying to catch," Angelina whined. "Once you catch the guy, you don't have to worry about your appearance as much as you did when you were trying to get the guy."

"That's not true," Katie replied quickly. "Just because Ollie and I are dating doesn't mean I don't have to still take care of myself. I still like to wear make-up at times and dress nicely. And besides, where are the twins?"

"Umm," Alicia muttered, looking sideways at Angelina. "See, they're with Lee, working on something. I'm not sure what but…" her voice trailed off.

"Well, we'll start the meeting without them," I insisted. "Angie, Lish, this is our new Seeker, Harry Potter. I think he's going to be as good at his father or Charlie. I told you about him earlier, as I recall. I hope you remembered." They nodded and I went on. "Harry, these are our three chasers. Angelina Johnson is intelligent but madly in love with Fred Weasley, one of our beaters."

Just as those words popped out of my mouth, Fred and George walked into the locker room. "Sorry we're late, old chap. We were working on something with Lee and we lost track of time," Fred nonchalantly informed us. "We meant to be here on time."

"Yeah, yeah, yeah," I sighed. "That's what Angie and Lish just tried to tell me. Sit down. I'm trying to introduce Harry to the team."

"Oh, we already met him," George announced, clapping Harry on the shoulder. "Young Harry here is a chum of our younger brother, Ron. He's an okay kid, Ollie. You can keep him on the team."

I smiled. "Thank you for your input. Anyway, Harry, these are my two psycho but very talented beaters, Fred and George Weasley. They're practically a pair of human bludgers. And back to my chasers, Alicia Spinnet is the one with light brown hair; she's a nice girl but a little silly. She's an excellent chaser despite appearances, and the way I treat her." I wrapped my arm around Katie and she leaned her head on my shoulder. "And this charming and beautiful young lady is my best chaser, Katherine Bell."

"You can call me Katie," she told him with one of her disarming smiles. I'm telling you; if Harry had Katie smile at Lord Voldemort, he could have killed him in about two seconds. Every man she smiles at immediately falls in love with her.

Harry nodded. "I'll try to remember that."

Kates nodded. "I'll be glad."

April 27, 2000: 8:13 am St. Mungo's (Third Person POV)

"Harry was so adorable," Katie reminisced. "He was so shy around all of us girls. It was so funny to see him blush that time he walked in on us getting changed after practice."

"Wasn't that in sixth year?" Oliver asked her.

Katie nodded. "I'll tell the story."

December 8, 1992: 7:47 PM in the Gryfinndor locker room (Katie's POV)

I stepped out of the shower and wrapped my towel around my body. My clothes were over by my locker. I rushed over there to get dressed. I pulled out my bra and panties and hurriedly put them on. Just as I did this, young Harry walked into the locker room. He gasped as he saw both Angelina and me standing there in our panties and bras. "I'm so sorry, I'm so sorry," he mumbled covering his eyes with his hands and scurrying out of the room.

I quickly put on my blue jeans and a black peasant blouse. I threw on a pair of socks and my sneakers. "Harry, did you need to see us about something?" I called as soon as I was dressed. "We're all dressed now."

Harry came back in, still blushing furiously. "Oliver said he wanted to review some plays with the three of you before you went back to the dormitory. He said it was something about a triangle formation."

"We'll be there in a minute," I told him as I pulled on a black hooded sweatshirt that had "Puddlemore United" embroidered across the front in big, gold letters. "Tell Ollie to hold his horses."

Harry nodded. "All right, but be quick. He's in a bad mood."

"Of course," I smiled at him. "Here, I'll go with you." I followed him into the boys' locker room where Oliver was leaning against his locker. "I'm here, Oliver, what do you want?"

"To tell your two fellow chasers to stop flirting with my beaters," Oliver barked. "I'm sick of this. They can be in love all they want but not on my time! When I became captain at the beginning of last year, I promised McGonagall I would win the House Cup before I graduated. This is my sixth year! I have only this year and one more year to keep that promise. I need those two to focus on Quidditch when they're on the pitch if they want to help this team! I need my whole team on board if we're going to win! You focus on the game when you're playing! The twins focus as much as they can, considering that they're the Weasley twins. Harry's focused on the game; I'm focused on it. Why can't they be focused on the game? Why are they so focused on the boys? Katie, tell me why! You know me! I'm rather fond of power and they keep taking my power away from me!

I shook my head. "I don't know, Oliver. Honestly, I don't. I think that they just want someone to pay attention to them, to love them. And they think the twins are the boys for that."

Oliver looked at me. "Kates, I'm so glad I have you. I don't know what I'd do without you."

"You're not so bad yourself either," I replied. I stood on my tiptoes and kissed his cheek. "You're pretty amazing yourself."

April 27, 2000: 9:45 am St. Mungo's (Third Person POV)

Katie was wincing in pain. The healer looked at her. "Mrs. Wood, this baby is going to come out now. We need to get you to the delivery room immediately. This baby wants to be born and is refusing to wait any longer."

Katie nodded. Oliver looked at the healer. "The baby is coming now?"

"Yes."

"All right. Well, Katie, we're going to need to settle on a name for this baby pretty soon."

"I suppose you're right," she replied.

A/N: Okay, so please cast all final votes on names. The babies will be born in the next chapter and Oliver and Katie will finish telling their love story in the chapter after that. It appears that this story is wrapping itself up.

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