Okay, this is my first fanfic, so please be kind. It's an Oliver/Katie with romance and humor (or, at least, a few vital attempts at it) and quite simple really. Rated pretty high, just for language...well...for now anyway ;).
Chapter 1: Prologue
'Ello! I'm Katie Bell, former Gryffindor chaser and student and Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry (from September of '87 to June of '94). Yes, before you ask, I am familiar with a Mister Harry "Boy-Who-Lived" Potter. After all, I attended Hogwarts until the end of his third year and, as I'm sure you know, if one attends school with a certain magical marvel it is certain one will come to know him (or at least know of him). Especially if one happens to be on the Quidditch team with him: Harry Potter, Youngest Seeker in a Century. But, to get onto more important matters (or, rather, ones pertaining to this subject), this story isn't about Harry. This story – my story – is about me and my ever-changing relationship with Oliver Wood. That's right, Oliver Wood: currently a player for Puddlemere United and former keeper and captain for the Gryffindor Quidditch team. I was in the same year, house, and classes as Oliver during my entire educational career at Hogwarts. We became best friends on our first ride on the Hogwarts express, and had been for a good six years after that, but in the beginning of our seventh year, something happened. Something changed.