Goodness have I been busy. Band is now officially over, which is a very sad thing. But, happily, we won both regionals we went to! Yay! We also went back to Grand Nationals, but we don't know how we did there yet. But we did get into finals, which is a big feat. Congrats to Westfield for their amazing win!

Now, on to business. I have some news that may upset some people. It doesn't have anything to do with this story, though, so you can breathe a sigh of relief. But, due to some issues I've encountered, I've decided to discontinue adding to Rozenwyn, at least for the time being. If you've been following this story, please go there for an author's note with more information on this subject.

And now for this story. I have taken lines directly from the book. My beta and I put in the correct credit for the work, as you shall see. I hope things aren't too confusing!

DISCLAIMER: I own no main characters, save those I have created, and the underlining plot (the one in the book) is property of J. K. Rowling.

Okay. You can read the chapter now. Enjoy! =D

The Halloween feast was a loud and noisy event. The Great Hall was decorated like usual with pumpkins and bats. Food lined the tables and the students ate hungrily, talking all the while.

From down the table, Katie saw Oliver say goodnight to Percy and the twins as he stood. He walked past her and out of the Great Hall. With a quick explanation to Angelina and Alicia, the girl hurried after him.

"Hey, Wood!" Katie called once she was out of the Hall. The captain turned around and smiled as she approached.

"Come to join me?" he asked, sliding his arms around her waist and pulling her to him.

Katie laughed. "Yes, actually," She linked her arms around his neck. "Where were you headed?"

"Upstairs to finish up my homework for Potions," Oliver made a face.

"But you have all weekend for that! Wouldn't you rather spend time with me?" The blonde batted her eyelashes up at him and grinned innocently. She had done this to him often since she was old enough to know that it got her anything she wanted from anyone she wanted it from. This time she was just joking, but it made Oliver's heart beat faster.

Suddenly Katie stepped out of his arms. She looked over the boy's shoulder into the Hall. Marcus Flint and three of his teammates were leaving.

Flint caught sight of them and gestured to his friends. They laughed and walked toward the dungeons, but not before the opposing captain sent Katie a dirty look. He had been trying to catch her alone to deal out her punishment, but had not found the chance. And it was beginning to anger him.

"C'mon, let's go upstairs," Oliver took Katie's hand and led her away.

By the time they reached the hall outside the common room, a large crowd had gathered around the portrait.

"What's going on?" Katie asked a girl next to her.

"The Fat Lady is gone!" The girl's eyes were huge with fright.

Professor Dumbledore pushed his way through the crowd. Oliver looked over the heads of the students, using his height to his advantage.

" The Fat Lady had vanished from her portrait, which had been slashed so viciously that strips of canvas littered the floor; great chunks of it had been torn away completely.

Dumbledore took one quick look at the ruined painting and turned, eyes somber, to see Professors McGonagall, Lupin, and Snape hurrying toward him.

"We need to find her," said Dumbledore. "Professor McGonagall, please go to Mr. Filch at once and tell him to search every painting in the castle for the Fat Lady."

"You'll be lucky!" said a cackling voice.

It was Peeves the Poltergeist, bobbing over the crowd and looking delighted, as he always did, at the sight of wreckage or worry.

"What do you mean, Peeves?" said Dumbledore calmly, and Peeves's grin faded a little. He didn't dare taunt Dumbledore. Instead he adopted an oily voice that was no better than his cackle.

"Ashamed, Your Headship, sir. Doesn't want to be seen. She's a horrible mess. Saw her running through the landscape on the fourth floor, sir, dodging between the trees. Crying something dreadful," he said happily. "Poor thing," he added unconvincingly.

"Did she say who did it?" said Dumbledore quietly.

"Oh yes, Professorhead," said Peeves, with the air of one cradling a large bombshell in his arms. "He got very angry when she wouldn't let him in, you see." Peeves flipped over and grinned at Dumbledore from between his own legs. "Nasty temper he's got, that Sirius Black.' (The Prisoner of Azkaban, pages 160 - 161) "

A cry went up through the crowd. The first years clung to each other, and one girl started sobbing. Oliver tightened his grip on Katie's hand.

After a moment of quieting everyone, Dumbledore sent the Gryffindors back down to the Great Hall, where they were joined soon after by Hufflepuff, Ravenclaw, and Slytherin. The students looked at each other curiously, wondering what was going on.

" 'The teachers and I need to conduct a thorough search of the castle," Professor Dumbledore told them as Professors McGonagall and Flitwick closed all the doors into the hall. "I'm afraid that, for your own safety, you will have to spend the night here. I want the prefects to stand guard and I am leaving the Head Boy and Girl in charge. Any disturbance should be reported to me immediately," he added to Percy, who was looking immensely proud and important. "Send word with one of the ghosts."

Professor Dumbledore paused, about to leave the hall, and said, "Oh, yes, you'll be needing..."

One casual wave of his wand and the long tables flew to the edges of the hall and stood themselves against the walls; another wave, and the floor was covered with hundreds of squashy purple sleeping bags.

"Sleep well," said Professor Dumbledore, closing the door behind him.

The hall immediately began to buzz excitedly; the Gryffindors were telling the rest of the school what had just happened.

"Everyone into their sleeping bags!" shouted Percy. "Come on, now, no more talking! Lights out in ten minutes!' (The Prisoner of Azkaban, pages 162 - 163) "

Angelina and Alyssia rushed over to Katie and Oliver, Elizabeth, Alicia, Fred, and George behind them. Alexander and David came over soon enough as well, wanting to be with their roommate, since Percy was walking around keeping watch. Lee came up behind Angelina, a frightened look in his large brown eyes.

The Quidditch team and their roommates found sleeping bags together and laid down. Lee managed to be next to Angelina, and Fred and George didn't leave each other's side (they probably would have been clinging to each other like they used to do when they were little and frightened, but didn't want the mocking of the others). Alicia plopped down on the other side of Angelina next to Katie, who was at the head of Oliver's sleeping bag. David and Alex were next to Wood and Elizabeth was at Angelina's head beside Alexander.

Oliver tilted his head up on the pillow to see a mass of blond hair. Katie had already fallen asleep. He heard laughter to his left and turned curious eyes on David.

The fellow seventh year was snickering softly. "You silly lovebird," he whispered before rolling over and closing his eyes. Wood shook his head and laid back on the pillow.

Even with the threat of Black hovering over everyone's head, Oliver wasn't too worried about it. He knew that he was safe in Hogwarts, especially with Dumbledore around. His only real fear was for the safety of his Seeker.

~*~

Thursday was dark and dreary, rain-laden clouds filling the sky and blocking out the warm sun. Wind howled furiously around the castle, not doing anything to lighten anyone's mood. A tenseness was in the air from all the worry and fear still radiating from the students with the break-in of Sirius Black. Even though the teachers had tried to calm everyone, it hadn't worked very well. Gossip was still flying through the halls.

At the moment, Oliver was in the library, studying for an Ancient Runes exam. It was lunch, so he had the place to himself. The captain sighed and closed the book. He couldn't concentrate. So many things were on his mind, and that particular part of his body refused to retain any more knowledge until some things had been sorted out.

One thing on his mind (other than, like as it was with everyone else, Black) was Natasha. Lately, Oliver had caught her staring at him, an angry look on her face. He didn't blame her for being mad; he had left her, after all. But he had seen something else in her demeanor as well. It looked like...like a thirst for revenge, he thought to himself. Wood frowned and pushed the thought away. What could she do to him, anyway?

"Ah, there you are, Wood," Someone walked up to the table.

Oliver looked up and narrowed his eyes. It was Marcus Flint. "What do you want?"

"I just thought you'd like to know," Flint leaned against the table across from the opposing captain and continued nonchalantly, "that Slytherin has pulled out of the match. Madam Hooch assigned Hufflepuff in our place."

Wood's eyes widened. "What?"

"You'll be playing against Hufflepuff for the next game." The Slytherin inspected his nails. "Our Seeker is still injured after that run-in with the hippogriff; I'd like to spare him further ill treatment."

"But the game is this weekend!" Oliver stood angrily, knocking the chair away.

"Oh, is it?" Flint raised his eyebrows. "I meant to tell you sooner, but it must have slipped my mind." A rumble of thunder backed his words. "Terribly sorry, but I must be off. Class starts soon; can't keep my favorite professor waiting, now can I?" The Slytherin captain turned tail and nearly ran from the library, not wanting to face the very furious Oliver Wood.

~*~

Katie instantly noticed Wood's foul mood when he entered the changing rooms later that day. She didn't even have to ask what was wrong before he spoke.

" 'We're not playing Slytherin!" he told them, looking very angry. "Flint's just been to see me. We're playing Hufflepuff instead."

"Why?" Chorused the rest of the team.

"Flint's excuse is that their Seeker's arm is still injured," said Wood, grinding his teeth furiously. "But it's obvious why they're doing it. Don't want to play in this weather. Think it'll damage their chances..."

There had been strong winds and heavy rain all day, and as Wood spoke, they heard a distant rumble of thunder.

"There's nothing wrong with Malfoy's arm!" said Harry furiously. "He's faking it!"

"I know that, but we can't prove it," said Wood bitterly. "And we've been practicing all those moves assuming we're playing Slytherin, and instead it's Hufflepuff, and their style's quite different. They've got a new Captain and Seeker, Cedric Diggory-"

Angelina, Alicia, and Katie suddenly giggled.

"What?" said Wood, frowning at this lighthearted behavior.

"He's that tall, good-looking one, isn't he?" said Angelina.

"Strong and silent," said Katie, and they started to giggle again.

"He's only silent because he's too thick to string two words together," said Fred impatiently. "I don't know why you're worried, Oliver, Hufflepuff is a pushover. Last time we played them, Harry caught the Snitch in about five minutes, remember?"

"We're playing in completely different conditions!" Wood shouted, his eyes bulging slightly. "Diggory's put a very strong side together! He's an excellent Seeker! I was afraid you'd take it like this! We mustn't relax! We must keep our focus! Slytherin is trying to wrong-foot us! We must win!"

"Oliver, calm down!" said Fred, looking slightly alarmed. "We're taking Hufflepuff very seriously. Seriously.' (The Prisoner of Azkaban, pages 168 - 169) "

George snickered at his brother's attempt to make Wood smile, but quickly swallowed his laughter when the captain glared at him.

"Come on, team," he said, ignoring the twin as he made faces at his brother, "Let's get outside and work on some new plays."

All protests were rethought and the Gryffindor team reluctantly trudged out into the pouring rain.

~*~

Saturday approached. The rain had not lessened, and, if possible, had only gotten worse. Thunder clapped outside and the wind pelted the rain noisily against the windows.

Oliver sat at breakfast that morning staring at the food on his plate. His stomach was twisted with nervousness. It was his last year at Hogwarts. He had to win the Cup. But what if they lost? What if Hufflepuff beat them today? He couldn't stand the thought.

Eventually the team moved out to the locker rooms. Wood tried to give his usual pep talk, but he couldn't get words to form in his mouth. Katie patted his shoulder and gave him an encouraging smile as they lined up to go out onto the pitch.

They made their way to the center of the field. Wood and Diggory shook hands and both teams mounted their brooms. Madam Hooch blew her whistle and they were off.

Hufflepuff caught the Quaffle first. Katie, Angelina, and Alicia pelted after the other Chasers. The girl holding the red ball dropped it, the soaked sphere hard to keep a hold on. Alicia grabbed it and turned toward the goal posts. Angelina was flying beside her to the left and Katie had flown higher to keep watch from above. The rain made it all very difficult to see what was happening.

Alicia threw the Quaffle to Angelina, who scored. The ball was tossed out and caught by Hufflepuff. Fred or George hit a Bludger at the Chaser, who dropped the Quaffle. This time Katie snatched it from the air. Alicia flew up beside her, Angelina falling back. The opposing Chasers had formed up ahead of them, ready to stop their forward assault. Katie quickly threw the Quaffle to Alicia, who threw it again to Angelina, who ducked under the yellow-robed players. Alicia flew up and up over the black girl's head, waiting. Suddenly, Angelina threw the ball into the air and Alicia caught it. Katie swooped up beside her, grabbed the ball and threw it past the Keeper, making another score.

After another three goals, they saw Wood call a time-out. They swerved down to the ground. Even this close together, it was hard to hear over the wind.

Oliver told them that they were fifty points up but needed the Snitch soon if they ever wanted the match to end.

Katie saw Harry hold up his glasses, probably saying that he couldn't see with them because of the rain. At that moment, Hermione Granger appeared beside her friend. She took the glasses and waved her wand.

"Impervius," She handed them back to Harry. "They'll repel water!" The girl hurried off back to the stands and the team went back into the air.

Things moved quickly downward from there. The rain worsened, lightning flashing in the sky. Suddenly, the air became thick and heavy and everything became strangely silent, as though someone had turned down the volume of the wind and thunder. Katie glanced around, dropping the Quaffle from her grasp. Alicia, who was ahead waiting for the play to move, noticed her friend's hesitation and turned around. Angelina had already stopped, a hand pressed to her mouth to cover a scream, brown eyes wide. Just as Alicia was about to call out, she saw what had caused the change in the air and her friends.

There, on the ground far below, were dementors. Tens of them. Then Angelina really did scream. Harry fell from his broom and plummeted to the hard ground below.

~*~

Harry was brought to the Hospital Wing. Wood watched his team and Harry's friends rush after the teachers, following the Seeker.

"Wood," A soft voice reached his ears. The captain turned around to face Cedric Diggory. He had a frightened expression on his face, his complexion pale, eyes wide. His hand was still gripped around the Golden Snitch, which he had caught just after Harry fell.

"I didn't know..." Cedric shook his head, not knowing what to say. He had honestly expected to loose the match; Gryffindor's team was amazing, and their captain did not take loosing lightly. "Can we have a rematch or something? I feel terrible. I didn't know..."

"No," Oliver choked on his words. "You won, fair and square. We don't need a rematch," He averted his eyes and turned for the locker rooms. Cedric watched him walk away, not knowing what to do to make his Quidditch adversary feel better about what had just happened.

Wood entered the silent locker rooms. The scarlet lockers glimmered cheerfully in the bright lamplight, but it did nothing to lighten his mood. He went to the showers, stripped his clothes off and immersed himself in the thick steam from the hot water. Sitting against the wall, the water pelting against his chilled skin, he lost himself to thought.

Katie entered the locker rooms some time later. "Oliver?" she called out softly. Getting no response, she wandered farther inside. After a moment, she heard a shower running.

"Hey, Oliver?" Her voice echoed through the tiled room. All she got as an answer was a cough from one of the showers. "Are you all right, Wood?"

"Fine," His voice was short and clipped, with a nearly frightening edge to it.

"Okay, then," Katie turned and headed for the door. "I'll see you upstairs, I guess," It seemed as though he didn't want anyone's help at the moment, and she knew well enough not to force help upon him if he did not wish it.

"Hey Katie, wait,"

The girl turned back around. Wood had emerged from the shower (which was still running), a towel wrapped around his waist. Chill bumps covered his skin from the cold.

"Oh, Oliver!" Katie scolded mockingly, "It's freezing! Put some clothes on before you catch cold!" They both smiled at the motherly joke. Katie was far from being that responsible. It was her who had caught pneumonia, not her friend (who had given her the same advice all those years ago).

Wood backed away. "I'll be right back," he said. "Please don't leave," He disappeared behind the partition closing the boy's side from the girl's side.

Waiting patiently, Katie sat on a bench by the lockers. After a moment, Oliver reappeared. He had thrown on warm clothes and his hair was dry. He smiled and came to sit beside his friend.

"Better?" he asked her.

Katie grinned. "Much,"

Wood looked down, his once almost happy attitude turning once again melancholy. "Diggory offered to do a rematch," he said softly. "I turned it down."

The Chaser stared, stunned, at her captain. "You turned it down? I thought you'd have jumped at the chance. Why didn't you?"

He sighed. "It wasn't his fault," he said, not looking up from his sock-clad feet. "They won, and there is nothing I can do about it. There was nothing I could have done to prepare the team for such a change on such short notice."

Katie nodded. "You say that it wasn't Cedric's fault. But you obviously blame someone. Who?"

"Who do you think?" Wood asked vehemently, his anger suddenly flaring. "He knew that we didn't stand a chance! He knew that I wouldn't have been able to prepare my team in time! He knew that if he did what he did, we'd loose!" He stood and began to pace the room, and angry scowl on his face.

Katie stood as well and rushed over to him. "Who? Who knew this?"

"Flint," he grit through his teeth. "That dirty, disgusting, vile -"

"Don't you say it, Oliver!" Katie warned. "We all know that it's true, of course, but whatever happened to good sportsmanship?"

"You should ask him that!" Wood spat. "That spoiled brat! He's worse than his idiot Seeker!"

The girl placed her hand on his shoulder. "It's all right," she said softly. "We're not out just yet. I'm sure everything will sort itself out." Using her other hand, she tilted his head up. "You have nothing to worry about. Not right now."

Oliver looked into her kind blue eyes. "Nothing to worry about," he repeated with a sigh.

Katie moved to stand in front of him and smiled. She was glad that after all those years of knowing her friend she knew exactly how to calm him down. "That's right," she whispered.

Wood took a deep breath and closed his eyes as Katie began to massage his tense shoulders. "Thank you," he said quietly between breaths.

Katie nodded, a small grin spreading over her lips. "Come sit," She directed him back to the benches and gently pulled him down. She stepped over the bench and pushed him forward as she moved her massaging hands to his back. She had learned from years of being friends with Wood that he enjoyed massages and she had often used this weakness to make him relax, even if it was against his will.

As her hands reached his shoulders again, Oliver reached back and grabbed her fingers. Katie stopped. "Is something wrong?" she asked.

Oliver didn't answer, but instead brought her fingers to his lips, placing a light kiss on her knuckles. Katie's heart began to pound in her chest. She had begun to think that that night had been a dream, and she both wished it were as to not ruin this strong friendship, but she also hoped that it had not been. He was her friend, her closest friend, and had been since before she could remember; but she also knew that somewhere in those seventeen years, she had fallen for him, as was inevitable. She just wasn't sure of her exact feelings just yet. She was snapped back to reality when Wood turned around.

His large brown eyes fell on her face, which was beginning to blush. She dipped her head, but raised her own eyes to meet his. "Why did you come out here, Katie?" he asked, imploring her for the truth behind the more obvious reason of simple friendship, hoping beyond hope that he already knew the answer. "Why did you help me like that, calm me down? How did you know what to do?"

Katie paused for a moment, not sure what to say. She had no idea what to say, had no idea what he wanted her to say. "Oliver," she began carefully, "I've known you for a long time. I just...knew. I don't know how, or why, but I did," She raised her head without taking her eyes from his. "I couldn't not do anything, but I don't know why. I'm so confused," she said honestly, shaking her head and finally breaking eye contact.

He released her hand and brought his own up to cup her face, establishing the eye contact again. His other hand slid around her waist, bringing her up to sit on the bench beside him. He tightened his hold and brought her closer until she was leaning against his chest. They stayed like that for a long while, just enjoying the other's company.

A noise outside alerted them to someone's approach. They quickly broke apart just as the door opened, revealing Angelina and Lee.

"Hey," Angelina smiled at the two seventh years sitting on the bench. "Lee and I though we should come tell you that dinner is about to start, if you're hungry."

"Yeah," Lee added, "You've been out here for a while. Or at least you have, Oliver," He gave the Keeper a look, raising an eyebrow. "According to the Weasleys, you've been trying to drown yourself."

Oliver laughed and stood, helping Katie to her feet. "Well, I was, until Bell came down here and knocked some sense into me." He gave the girl's shoulder a playful punch.

"What did she have to hit you with, and how hard?" Angelina asked smartly, a smirk on her face. "It must have taken some force to get it through that thick skull of yours,"

Lee and Katie snickered while Wood ducked his head, hiding his smile. "You guys go on to dinner," He gently pushed Katie over to Angelina. "I'll be up soon,"

"Okay," Katie smiled sweetly at Oliver before she turned and left with her roommate and the Quidditch commentator.

The three walked to the Great Hall in comfortable silence, which was promptly broken by the approach of Fred and George.

"Hey Lee, you've gotta see this!" George ran up to the black boy, his brother on his heels. A glint of excitement shone in their eyes.

"C'mon, you'll get a kick outta -" Then they noticed the two girls. They quickly shut their mouths, replacing the chatter with a mischievous grin.

"We'll just be..." Fred started

"...borrowing our friend for a moment." George finished.

"Hope you don't mind," they both said as though the girls had a choice in the matter. Each redhead grabbed one of Lee's elbows and dragged him off.

"That was odd..." Angelina mused as she watched the threesome turn around a corner, whispering softly.

Katie shook her head. "I don't want to know,"

"So," The black girl redirected her attention to her friend. "What was happening in the locker room, hmm?"

"You are very nosy, do you know that?" the other girl asked, avoiding the question she should have been answering. "And for your information, nothing was 'happening', okay?"

Angelina held up her hands in defeat. "Okay, okay," She raised her eyebrows. "If you don't want to tell me, fine. I have other ways."

"Again, I don't want to know."

~*~

Oliver slowly gathered his things, stuffing them into his bag. He didn't know what to think, and it seemed Katie felt the same. I need to tell her eventually, he thought. After this year, I may loose my chance forever.

Thunder rumbled outside, rattling the windows of the small room. The storm seemed to be lessening, although not by much.

As he picked up his still damp Quidditch robes, he heard a jingle in the pocket. He reached his hand into the pocket and pulled out Katie's locket. He looked at it. The tarnished silver gleamed dully in the light, and the little K etched on the front was nearly rubbed off. Even though they had lost the match, Oliver still thought of it as lucky. He smiled and slipped it into the pocket of his pants.

Just then, the door to the locker room burst open and Fred and George came in.

"Ah, there you are, Ollie," George smiled widely, his brother doing the same.

Oliver slightly grinned back, uneasy about whatever it was the twins had in mind. "Please, save me the trouble of getting involved in whatever scheme you have planned,"

"Oh, but Oliver," Fred stepped closer.

"We're sure you'll love this," George nodded.

"We have a little..."

"Idea..."

"For Mister Flint,"

"Come," Fred and George both put an arm around Wood's shoulders. "We have lots of things to discuss..."

The Weasleys dragged the Quidditch captain from the locker room, the boy's bag sitting forgotten on the floor.

*

Unknown to the three Gryffindors, a pair of eyes watched them walk down the hall. They narrowed maliciously before the person slipped into the shadows and turned for the Ravenclaw common room.

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