Well, I'm finally back! I had a fabulous time on vacation. Hawaii is so beautiful… as is the guy I met when I was surfing. Annnnnnyway, I hope you all didn't miss me too much (oh come on, you know you did) and here's the final installment of this story. Honestly, did you really think that I, the queen of happy endings and hopeless romance, would leave you with such a sad ending as the last chapter? Pshh, bitch please! OK, well I'm done ranting, so here it is, the final chapter!

"It's 60 to 20, Puddlemere United with the lead, Wright with the quaffle, passes-no back to Wright, it's Wright for the Pride of Portee, shoots… saved by Oliver Wood! Oliver Wood pulls off a tremendous save! He passes the quaffle to Johansen… wait Kelly Finch is diving… she's still diving, Parsons is right behind her… She's got the Snitch! Oh, what a catch! Finch catches the Snitch and Puddlemere United takes the win, 210 to 20!"

The cheering of the crowd drowned out the announcer's voice as I landed on the ground. "Great catch!" I congratulated the Seeker before making my way into the locker rooms.

It'd been several months since the incident and the wizarding world was still settling itself down.

Only two people died that night, but one died a hero. As it turned out, Mike had jumped on top of Lord Voldemort, into the path of the Killing Curse. As they went falling to the floor, Harry Potter used the moment to complete his task… and succeeded. Lord Voldemort had finally been killed. Mike's funeral was sad, as all funerals are, but what made it even more depressing was the fact that it didn't seem fair. Out of all the people, it had to be him.

As I exited the locker rooms, I looked around, ignoring the usual group of reporters and cameramen. "Oliver!" I turned around and saw Katie making her way towards me. "Great match," she said. "That last save was the best."

Things between Katie and me had returned to normal, if not better. For the past few months, we'd been busy planning for the baby, and each day I was getting more excited. We don't know whether it's a boy or a girl because Katie and I decided to let it be a surprise. So, despite the mood swings and strange food cravings, things had been going well.

I got my position back with Puddlemere United and we're currently first in the league. Katie didn't quite take time off work, even though I'd been trying to persuade her to. Instead, she's busy creating a maternity line. The only downside of it all was the fact that the press was completely intrigued with us. First it was because of Mike's death and the confrontation with Voldemort. Then it was because I rejoined the team and after that, it was because of Katie's pregnancy. Things had started to quiet down now, but not by much.

"How are you feeling?" I asked.

Katie shrugged. "Like I'm seven months pregnant."

"Really? How did that happen?"

"Well, Ol," Katie said, slipping an arm around me. "It looks like it's time you and your dad had that talk."

I smiled and kissed her forehead as several cameras began to flash. "Let's get out of here," I said.

"Good," Katie mumbled. "I'm hungry."

3 Months Later

I woke up to sound of crying and heard Katie groan and fall out of bed. "All right?" I asked. I heard her mumble something inaudible and hurry out of the room. I followed after her, walking into the wall as I did so. I found Kate in the baby's room, mumbling softly to him, half asleep. "Here," I said, taking the baby from her. "Go back to bed."

"No, it's all right," Katie mumbled. "It's only the fourth time tonight… better than last night." She rested her head on my shoulder. "Besides you have a match tomorrow. You should get more sleep."

"I couldn't if I tried," I said. I sank into a chair and Katie took the baby from me and sat on my lap.

"What time is?" she asked.

"Don't know," I replied. "Does it matter?"

"I supposed not," Katie yawned. A silence fell over the room and we both sighed in relief. Katie stood up and put the baby back in the crib. I followed after her and she rested her head on my shoulder again. "I'm too tired to move," she mumbled. I smiled and bent down and picked her up. "You better not drop me again," Katie warned me.

"That was an accident," I pointed out. "And you weren't brain damaged any more than usual."

"You're such a jerk," she mumbled, kissing my neck.

"And yet you love me for it."

I turned around and looked over our sleeping child. "He's beautiful," Katie whispered.

I smiled. "Hear that Mike?" I said. "Your mom thinks you're beautiful."

(OK, there you have it, the end. I know it was short, but I thought it fitted. Credit for the idea for ending goes to the book, The Rescue, by Nicholas Sparks. Thanks SO MUCH to all of you who read this story without being disgusted. And just to let you know, I'm already planning for my next story, which will be, as usual, Katie/Oliver. I'm also going to be continuing This Time Around as soon as I come up with some more ideas for it. If you have any, please let me know. So once again, thanks so much and I love you all like a fat kid loves cake… I like cake too.)