A/N: Wow, it's been a while, no? I read the story again and realized that there were just too many loose ends to end it where I had let it end. I know, I promised an epilogue and that was it, but I lied. Bad habit. There will probably be at least a few more chapters and then an epilogue. Thanks for sticking with me as we make our way down the final stretch.

Disclaimer: The REAL mistress of Hogwarts has come out with another title. This is just my pathetic attempt to be like her.

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"George, no, stop it!" This was yelled out in a kind of laughing gasp, the kind that one hears when a person is being tickled. Fred looked up in amusement as Ginny and Katie came running into the hospital wing and shut the door. Their faces were flushed and lit up with happiness. "Sorry," Katie breathlessly apologized. Fred amiably nodded.

"George was trying to test out some of your nifflers on Katie's earrings," Ginny explained, a slightly surly look on her face. Fred could tell that she was still amused however. "Sorry if we made a large disturbance."

"No, I think a large disturbance is exactly what our dear Captain needs," Fred said, gesturing to the bed beside him. Oliver was curled into a tight ball, still asleep even through Katie's and Ginny's loud entrance. Katie shook her head good-naturedly.

"We'd better let him sleep some," she said quietly. "He's been through a lot after all. What about you?" she asked, turning on Fred. "When has Madam Pomfrey said that you can get out of bed?"

"She hasn't," Fred said grumpily. He folded his arms much like a petulant child. A mischievous grin came onto his face. "It's been a week since I was hurt…I suppose that I could try to get out of this bed and walk around a bit…after all, if she's not here then I might as well try to heal my own self."

"Is she still with Snape?" Ginny curiously asked. Fred nodded and then tried to push himself up out of bed. "Fred, I don't think that you should try to do that," Ginny warned. Fred shook her off with a wave of his hand.

"Ginny, don't bother me," he told her repressively. There was tightness around his jaw however, that betrayed how much pain he was in. he managed to push himself to the edge of the bed. "Come here Katie," he told her, motioning her over to my side. "As much as it pains me to admit, I am no longer able to walk alone. I need you as a shield in case my dear brother comes by and tries to take advantage of my crippled state."

Katie let a small smile slip off despite her best efforts and let Fred put his arm around her shoulder. She supported some of his weight and helped him walk out of the room. Ginny followed them, shaking her head slowly. The door closed and silence returned to the room.

When Oliver was sure that they had left the room he raised his head. It had been so hard in convincing Fred that he was asleep. The twin was so used to the art of deception that it was hard to fake being asleep. Now he could finally be alone in his misery.

Oliver sighed deeply and rolled over onto his back. He was safe now, something in his mind knew that, but he could still not force himself to relax. Every single time that he did, he saw in his mind those red eyes, the flattened face, heard the high-pitched voice and he sat straight up, sweating in terror.

So there was that, and his guilt keeping him awake late at night. He knew that he had done something awful, but he could not remember it. So he stayed in the room, the unknown guilt eating away at his innards. He suspected that they all looked at him with disgust and revulsion and nursed him back to health only to take him up and charge him. He even saw repugnance lurking in the kind eyes of Molly Weasley and in the steadfast eyes of Alicia.

And then there was the memory that he knew would stay in the back of his mind for the rest of his days. Of seeing his parents murdered…murdered because of him. No matter what anyone else told him, Oliver knew that he had killed his parents as surely as if he had spoken the Killing Curse. He felt the harsh sting of tears in his eyes and immediately tried to blink them back. "Ah, it's just a skinned knee then? Come on Ollie. Real men never cry." His father's voice echoed within his mind, bringing back childhood memories. Each memory unlocked a specific event, which made him want to curl up and wail with despair.

He was so caught up in his misery that he did not hear the door open. It was too late when he realized what had happened. He attempted to close his eyes and look like he had been caught slumbering, but it was too late. "Wood, stop pretending," Alicia said sternly. "I know that you're faking. You weren't cut out for lying."

Oliver rolled over and cracked open an eyelid. "Go away," he mumbled to her. Alicia raised an eyebrow and then sat down beside his bed.

"No, I don't think I will," she said calmly, primly folding her hands in her lap. Oliver glared at her, but knew that he was powerless to make her go away. Alicia sat with him but found herself at a loss for things to say. She knew what had happened to his parents, anything that she could say here would be stupid at best, needlessly cruel at worse.

"Do you need anything?" she finally settled for saying. Oliver shook his head and tried to bury himself in his covers. Alicia felt her heart touched with pity and she reached out to touch his shoulder. "Oliver, don't do this to yourself," Alicia pleaded, feeling her chest tighten as she watched the tears start to come down his face.

"I cannae stop," Oliver gasped out, the tears still coming down his face. "They're dead…oh God Alicia you didn't have to see it played out in front of you…" Oliver's shoulders shook, though no tears ran down his face. Alicia walked over to his bed and enveloped him into a tight hug. She was careful of his injuries, not squeezing too hard in the places that she knew were hurt.

Oliver tensed when he felt Alicia's arms around him and then relaxed into her embrace. She soothed him much as a mother would, rocking him back and forth. Oliver began to feel upset with himself as he found that he could not stop the huge hiccupping sobs that kept on racking his body, making him wince in pain.

Alicia looked up in horror as the door opened; scared to death that Katie and Angelina, or worse, the twins had found them in this awkward position. It was Madam Pomfrey who entered however, and she seemed to take Oliver's sobbing in stride. "Now, now dear," she said soothingly, prying Alicia away from Oliver.

Oliver looked at the Medi-Witch, familiar with her after all of the time he had spent in her hospital wing during his time in Hogwarts. "Come on, drink this up," she said briskly, offering him a cup. Oliver took the cup and looked at it dubiously before swallowing it in one large gulp. He choked and coughed as the potion went down, burning his throat like whiskey. "There, it'll be all right," Madam Pomfrey said. Oliver sank back down into his bed, his eyes already growing heavy.

"Just rest Wood," he could hear Alicia saying from a long way away. "Just rest. I'll be here when you wake up." Oliver wanted to say something else, but he could not find the strength to get the words out, or even to find out what he wanted to say. Before he could say anything at all, he was already asleep.

"What was the potion that you gave him?" Alicia asked curiously as the Keeper settled into his peaceful sleep. Madam Pomfrey corked the bottle and put it back within a cabinet.

"It's a potion for dreamless sleep that helps to heal the body as well. Our own Professor Snape made it a few years ago, and it's been outstandingly helpful for healing Aurors who were hurt in the line of duty." Madam Pomfrey looked sadly on Oliver and moved one of his hands so that it was resting on his chest. "His body is young and strong and can heal itself easily enough with the proper rest…but his mind…alas, I fear that his mind has taken a severe beating and shall not be easily healed."

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George had to admit, he had been surprised when Fred had come through the door. He was in the main sitting room of Grimmauld Place and all of a sudden his twin was in the room with him. It was a joyful reunion, and one that made him feel that Fred was finally rejoining the regular world of the living. Of course, Hermione had come in just when they were starting to go over some of their new things for the shop and demanded that Fred go back to bed. Fred had protested and groaned, but had ultimately given in when Hermione threatened to call Mrs. Weasley.

Fred went back to bed, disgusted and appalled that Hermione would use such a low method against him. "I tell you what, not even Percy ever threatened to do that," Fred said breathlessly as he got back into bed. Unfortunately, Hermione was walking by his room when Fred said that.

"I've been hit with that curse, and it wasn't even at the full-force!" she exclaimed to him, her eyes wide and her voice breathless with indignation. "You were hit with a very powerful curse; you should stay in bed for as long as Madam Pomfrey says!" Fred rolled his eyes but obediently sank back into his pillows.

"Is she gone?" he asked. George checked outside and nodded. Fred sighed and spoke again. "That Hermione's a nice girl and all, but she's just a tad bit too bossy," he spoke frankly. "I think we should warn ickle Ronniekins about that, don't you?" George's face cracked into an identical evil grin as he slowly nodded.

The twins glanced over towards Oliver's bed. "Is he asleep?" Fred asked. George once more got up and walked over to Oliver's bed.

"Yeah," he reported, watching the Keeper's closed eyes and his even steady breathing. It was relieving to see him breathing so steadily since his breathing had been erratic and pained because of his broken rib. "This is the first steady sleep he's had in quite a while," George commented, sitting back down next to Fred's bed.

"Yeah," Fred said, sitting up with a grunt of pain. "Well, I wouldn't worry about Oliver. He'll be up in no time; you know what he was like during school. He would get hurt and then he would be up within a few weeks. It's nothing to worry about."

George looked at Oliver with a rare serious expression upon his face. "Somehow I don't think that this is as minor as all of those injuries," he whispered softly.

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It was in the middle of the night when Katie woke up from the scream. She sat upright in bed, her heart now pounding with adrenaline. Her first thought was to reach for her wand. Ever since the encounter with the Death Eaters she had kept it close by her side. They knew who she was and where she lived, they could come to her house whenever they wanted.

She looked over at Angelina and she saw her same fear reflected in the older black girl's eyes. The scream came again, hoarse, pain-filled. This time however, Katie could recognize a distinct Scottish brogue in the voice. Her eyes locked onto Angelina's and they both said the same word together: "Oliver."

They seized their wands and ran upstairs. Along the way they met Fred and George. It was only then that Angelina realized that she was in her rather thin pajamas in front of the twins. She blushed in embarrassment, but then she heard the scream again. By this time the entire house was up. Mrs. Weasley rushed up through the mass of people. "Let me through, let me through," she said, fumbling with the door to Oliver's and Fred's room for a moment before wrenching it open.

What greeted their eyes was a nightmare scene. Oliver was arching up from the bed, his mouth wide open in a scream of agony, his face frozen into an expression of terror and misery. Mrs. Weasley ran to his bed and tried to pin him back down on the bed. He surged back up again with an enormous burst of strength, nearly knocking Mrs. Weasley back onto the floor. She came back, pushing against both of his arms and trying to restrain him so that he would not inflict any further damage upon himself.

He arched up and screamed yet again. "Oliver dear, Oliver!" Mrs. Weasley cried out to him, trying to get him out of this terrible dream. "It's only a dream dear, it's only a dream! Oliver!" she shouted at him, her voice raised as high as any of her children had ever heard it raised. Oliver finally opened his eyes. They were bloodshot and wild and for a second Katie thought that he was going to attack Mrs. Weasley. His muscles were certainly tensed enough to. Then he looked around, recognized where he was and relaxed. The second that he stopped being on the alert for enemies was the one that he crumpled.

Katie had been around Oliver enough to know when he was defeated, emotionally, mentally, and physically. Now was the worst she had ever seen him. It was more of a mental breakdown than anything. She could somehow see his body crumple, though his shoulders remained upright and straight. Katie could suddenly tell that Oliver was about to break down and she suddenly did not want to be anywhere near him when it happened.

"Come on, come on, let's go," she whispered, pushing against Fred and George to get outside of the room. The twins looked at her in surprise and then looked even more surprised as Angelina grabbed their sleeves and pulled them forcibly out of the room.

"What the bloody hell was that for?" Fred asked, leaning against the wall, unable to support his weight. Katie looked at him with pity and sadness in her eyes.

"Fred, you've known Oliver longer than I have most likely," she said in a calm voice. "Have you ever seen him cry?" Fred slowly shook his head. "Do you want to start now?" Realization came into Fred's eyes and he shook his head rapidly. "I didn't think so," Katie said in a defeated tone. "Come on. I don't think we're going to get any more sleep tonight. You can come back to our room."

Mrs. Weasley held the trembling form of Oliver close to her. "It's all right, it's all right," she soothed him. "It's going to be all right, you just need to breathe." Oliver's breath caught and wheezed in and out of his broken body. "I promise you, everything's going to be all right," Mrs. Weasley said, rubbing his back gently. She swayed back and forth until she had rocked Oliver into an uneasy sleep once more.

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Time passed and slowly the Order of the Phoenix, especially its younger members, began to resume life at a normal level once more. The return of the star Puddlemere Keeper, Oliver Wood caused great celebration in the sporting world. He was reintroduced at a press conference and refused to comment on his whereabouts. However, all of the reporters that were present noted his pale skin, the dark circles under his eyes and his sudden drop in weight and made up their own story about where he had been. Harry whistled as he read some that had struck just too close to the truth.

"All right, either these people work for You-Know-Who, or they're psychic," Ron said, supporting what Harry was thinking. "Either way it's creepy and we should investigate them further." Hermione folded up her newspaper and sighed.

'Honestly Ron, they're reporters, they do these kinds of things for a living," Hermione said impatiently. "I would be more surprised if they said that he had been kidnapped by ancient pirates." She looked at Oliver's picture on the front page of the Daily Prophet. "He does look tired though, doesn't he?" she whispered. "I just hope that he gets some sleep soon." She looked down at the front page and clicked her tongue at Oliver's appearance. Though he was smiling, it was a forced smile that somehow stretched his face too widely. His eyes were shadowed and haunted, and there was a certain weariness in his face that would not diminish, no matter how much time had passed. "I just hope that someone can get through to him," Hermione mumbled, so soft that no one caught her words.

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Katie woke up and looked at the ceiling. In two days she would go back to Hogwarts for her final year. All of her school stuff had been retrieved the day before in Diagon Alley, and she was lost for a way to spend her second to last day of summer. She eventually rolled over onto her side and got up, stretching to relieve the ache in her bones. All of the people that Dumbledore had called to the Weasleys' had just decided to stay there until the beginning of the school year.

Katie wandered down the stairs, still rubbing the sleep out of her eyes. She sat down at the table and stared ahead for a minute. "Hello dear, had a nice sleep?" Mrs. Weasley asked kindly as she set down some toast in front of Katie. Katie looked up at her and slowly nodded. "How would you like your eggs?" Mrs. Weasley asked, going to stand in front of the stove.

Katie answered her, while watching as Angelina and Alicia walked down the stairs. "So, we noticed that it was your second to last day here," Angelina said as a way of opening up the conversation. Katie slowly nodded, wondering where this was going to lead. "Well, we thought as a fun way to spend the day, why don't we go down to London and see everyone's favorite Keeper? He's still not back full time for Puddlemere and I think he'd enjoy the company."

Katie smiled and nodded. After breakfast Alicia, Angelina, and Katie each took a handful of Floo Powder. "I'll see you girls later, all right?" Mrs. Weasley said, smiling benevolently. Katie nodded, and threw her Floo Powder in the fireplace.

"The Leaky Cauldron," she shouted as she stepped in. she felt the familiar spinning and then her feet slammed into the ground. She crawled out of the fireplace just in time as Angelina came flying in after her. Alicia shortly followed and then they went along their way.

"He gave me the address," Angelina said, taking out a small piece of paper and squinting at it. "It should be just over here." She walked briskly down a street with such confidence that Alicia and Katie couldn't help but follow her. "It should be this one right here," Angelina said after ten minutes, stopping in front of a fairly nice flat. They stared at it for a few minutes before Alicia took the first step. She walked up and rapped sharply on the door before she could stop herself.

Katie and Angelina walked up the steps to join her on the stoop. A big smile spread across Angelina's face as she saw the door opening. She was unable to stop her jaw dropping at the sight that greeted her eyes when the door opened fully, however.

A woman was standing in the door, dressed in a men's button down shirt, her pale blue eyes still bleary with sleep. It was bad enough that she was standing in the doorway, but it was just wasn't any normal woman standing in the doorway. She had to be the most gorgeous woman that Katie had ever seen. She was small and petite with a thick, shoulder length mane of shiny black hair. Her skin tone was pale, which made her hair seem even more vibrant. In contrast with her hair colour, her eyes were the palest shade of blue that Katie had ever seen. She smiled as she looked at them.

"Can I help you?" she asked them in a soft voice. Great, Katie thought to herself. She even sounds nice. The second worst thing in the world is Miss Perfect the Bitch, the absolute worst thing in the world is Miss Perfect the Nicest Girl in the World.

"We're looking for Oliver," Alicia said. She seemed to have recovered the power of speech first. Katie glanced at Angelina. She was still staring rudely, her mouth hanging open in astonishment. "I think we have the wrong house. Sorry. We'll just be going now." She turned to go down the steps, but was stopped by the woman's gentle laugh.

"Oh, you have the right house. Oliver's just coming out now. He's a late sleeper you know, I can't do anything with him," she laughingly confided with a wink. "But we have to be able to forgive him of several flaws, don't we?" she said, her voice and demeanor suddenly becoming serious. "After what he went through, I can't imagine, he won't talk about it-oh, here he is now!" she said brightly, gesturing to the hallway behind her.

It was definitely Oliver Wood that appeared behind her, dressed in a pair of Puddlemere United sweatpants and a simple white shirt. He was wiping his face with a towel and he glanced at their way. His face registered surprise at seeing his three former Chasers standing on his doorstep. His brown eyes flickered towards the woman standing inside his house and towards Katie, Angelina, and Alicia before he did anything.

"Oh, sorry," he apologized, the politeness with which he had been raised dictating what he must do. "I should introduce you. Sage, these are my three former Chasers that were on the team when I was in school. Katie, Angelina, Alicia," he said, indicating each one as he said their name, "this is Sage." He did not say the words "my girlfriend" but they knew that was what was meant in the undertone of his words.

"Well, come on in," Sage said brightly. "Are you in London for the day?" Angelina finally snapped out of her trance to answer her question.

"Yeah, and we thought that we'd just walk around a little bit, and see some old friends," Angelina said slowly. She still wore a gaze of unflattering disbelief as she looked at Oliver.

"Well, don't let me keep you," she said, still keeping up her cheerful air. "I'll just go slip into something less comfortable." As she walked past Oliver he shot an arm out and caught her around the waist and gave her a playful peck on the lips. She giggled and separated herself from his arms.

As soon as they were sure that Sage was out of earshot the three girls ran to Oliver and forced him down on the couch, careful to not be too rough in case of any remaining injuries. Though if she's any indication, chances are that he's done some things that could injure himself even more, Angelina thought to herself. That thought caused her stomach to churn and her face to register a look of disgust. Both were fortunately overlooked by Oliver.

"So, who is she? How did you meet?" These were just part of a barrage of questions that were fired off by Alicia. Katie was looking at Oliver with a searching look as he started to answer their numerous questions.

"Well, her name's Sage Cleaveland, but you already knew that. She's a Muggleborn that lived in France until three years ago; that's why we never saw her at Hogwarts. I met her at the Quidditch trials for Puddlemere. She's on the reserve Beater list."

"She's a Beater?" Katie asked in disbelief, speaking for the first time. "She doesn't look like she'd be able to swing the bat." Angelina nodded. From her experience with Beaters they tended to be large and muscular, not small and wiry.

"She's a Beater, and she's going to be a bloody great one once she gets a little more training," Oliver said proudly. Alicia snickered slightly. He looked at her in confusion. "What is it Spinnet?"

"Even your girlfriend has to be involved in Quidditch, doesn't she?" Alicia asked with a mischievous grin. Oliver grinned and rolled his eyes.

"Shut your mouth," he said good-naturedly. As Angelina began to lose her disbelieving look and he bantered playfully with both of them, Katie sank further into herself. Oliver didn't seem to notice that his youngest Chaser was diminishing into a small pool of shame on his couch as he laughed with Alicia.

Sage rejoined them after a few short minutes. She walked into the kitchen and quickly brewed a pot of tea. She brought it into the sitting room where the others were and poured out several cups. "Here you go Oliver," Sage said, holding out a cup of tea to him.

"Thank you darling," he said, a docile look in his eyes as he accepted the cup. She ran her fingers over his hand and Katie watched carefully. There was something that she didn't like here. Oliver took a deep drink of the soothing tea. Angelina blew on its surface gently before drinking. "Mmm, it's excellent, don't you agree?" he asked them.

"Yes, it's lovely," Alicia said, taking small polite sips. Sage blushed over the rim of her teacup. Katie defiantly left her teacup sitting on the table. No one seemed to notice and after they were done with the tea Sage Banished all of the cups into the kitchen.

"Well, no doubt you're busy so we'll just leave you to your lives," Alicia said after a few minutes had passed. Oliver got up from the couch lethargically and walked them to the door. "If you need anything you know where to find me," Alicia said, looking deep into his eyes. "I'm so sorry about everything," she whispered so softly that only Oliver could hear her.

"It's all right," he said, his eyes showing only contentment. "I've taken a few weeks off and I've realized that the best thing I can do is just to move along with my life. I can't spend my entire life wasting away." Alicia nodded in agreement.

"Good-bye!" he called to them, waving his arm slowly, his other arm around Sage. She smiled happily at them until they turned their backs and started to walk away. Oliver slowly closed the door and slumped back down to the couch again.

"Bloody hell I feel tired," he said out loud to himself. Sage grinned and sat on top of his lap.

"It couldn't possibly be anything that you did last night could it?" she asked him laughingly. Oliver chuckled softly and shook his head.

"I can think of one or two things it might have been," he said suggestively, leaning up, his lips seeking hers. She allowed him a short kiss and then pulled away.

"You have to get to practice," she reminded him. With regret Oliver pulled away.

"Practice be damned," he said sulkily. Sage lightly laughed and shook her head.

"Come now, the team needs you!" she said airily. "And I'll be there with you as well. Perhaps after practice we can make you nice and properly tired again. I like you after practice, all nice and sweaty," she said suggestively, leaning in close to his face. She pulled back abruptly, causing Oliver to groan aloud.

"You little minx," he said lowly in his Scottish brogue. She laughed and motioned with her hand.

"Off to practice with you. Away!" she playfully commanded. He was about to Apparate when she called him back. "By the way darling, who were those charming girls that came by to visit?"

"Oh, they were just school friends. Katie Bell, Angelina Johnson, and Alicia Spinnet. I thought I told you their names."

"You did, I just forgot them," Sage said. "Now go to practice. I just need to do a few things here and I'll join you." Oliver Disapparated and left Sage standing alone in the house.

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The three Chasers walked along the road in silence. "Might as well go to the Leaky Cauldron, grab a few drinks before heading back to the Burrow," Angelina finally said.

"Yeah, I was hoping we'd get to spend the entire day with him, but seeing as he has the girlfriend and the Quidditch job, I guess that plan's gone out the window," Alicia said with a slight smile. She looked at Katie in concern. "Katie, you're being awfully quiet. Is something wrong?"

Katie sighed and shrugged her shoulders heavily. "I always knew he'd end up with someone," she began, her voice sad and soft.

"You just thought that someone would be you," Angelina finished up her sentence sympathetically. Katie nodded. "Well Katie…" Angelina stopped as she realized that there was nothing she could say that would not sound patronizing.

"I don't like her," Katie said bluntly after a few moments of silence. "There's something wrong about her. I just…I don't like her."

"You're just saying that because you're jealous," Angelina said, dismissing her concerns with a wave of her hand. "She seemed perfectly nice to me. Any person who can make tea that well can't be bad."

"I'm going to have to agree with Angelina on this one," Alicia said, an indulgent smile on her face. "I think you're just biased in this regard." She walked along with Angelina, their arms intertwined, both of them laughing and smiling like there was nothing in the world. Katie stared after them in disbelief. She had never been so cleanly dismissed by her friends before, like her opinions didn't matter at all.

"Something's wrong with her," she said quietly to herself. "And I'm going to figure out what it is."

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The next morning it was time to go back to Hogwarts. Angelina, Alicia, Fred, and George, along with Mr. and Mrs. Weasley, Tonks and Lupin walked them to the train station. Mrs. Weasley fussed after everyone, making sure that no one had forgotten anything. In all of the confusion it was easy for Alicia to grab Katie's arm and to pull her aside.

"What do you want?" Katie asked sulkily. She still had not forgiven Alicia and Angelina for their betrayal yesterday.

"Listen, I believe you," Alicia said in a soft voice. Katie stared at her in confusion. "I pretended to go along with Angelina to see something. I had a hunch and I wanted to see if I was right."

"Were you?" Katie asked, her eyes wide. She was speaking in a whisper, though she was sure that they would not be overheard; the train station was as loud as it ever was. Alicia nodded.

"There's something the matter with her. I think it was the tea. Did you notice that you didn't drink any, and you remained suspicious? Oliver and Angelina did drink some and they were as happy and carefree as a Giggling Charm. I pretended to drink some, but I didn't drink any because there was a slight scent of cloves coming off of the tea. There shouldn't be cloves in tea. I think she's doing something. What it is, I don't know, but I think we should find out. Whatever she's doing it can't be good for Oliver."

"All right," Katie said, nodding her head furiously. "What do you want me to do?"

"I need to check out a few books, look around. Whatever she's doing it's interfering with Oliver's mind. I brought up his parents yesterday and he was perfectly fine about it. There was only contentment in his eyes. Katie…when was the last time that you knew Oliver to have nothing but happiness on his mind?"

Katie thought for a moment and then nodded. "Yeah, you're right. What about Angelina? Have you talked to her yet?"

"I had a hard time convincing her until midnight. That was when all of a sudden she became much less happy and much more receptive to my words. I think she was supposed to be asleep by then so she wouldn't realize that the tea's effect had worn off, but I kept her up. She definitely thinks that something's wrong with her now."

Angelina walked over, followed by Fred and George. "We need to ask questions with the Order, see what we can find out on t his woman. Oliver said that she was in France, which means that she would have had to go to Beauxbaxtons. We can find out what she was like in school there, see if she had any records with potion brewing."

"Hopefully this is nothing more than a fangirl brewing a potion to make our lovely Mr. Wood stay with her," Fred said.

"Though why she'd want him would be out of our realm of reasoning," his twin added in, shaking his head in confusion. They both shrugged at the same time.

"You just stay at Hogwarts and keep your nose out of trouble," Alicia ordered. "When we find something out we'll contact you." The train whistle blew. Katie ran towards the train as it started to pull out of the station.

"Promise me that you'll owl the second you find anything out, anything at all!" she called back to them.

Angelina, Alicia, Fred and George all nodded enthusiastically. Katie pulled herself fully onto the train. By the time that she was inside the four had Disapparated.

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Just a short little note: this story is going to follow the storyline that I set out for it before HBP had come out. Just bear with me because I know it's going to be vastly different than the way that HBP turns out. So just imagine when you're reading it that I finished it before HBP came out.

Just a few more chapters so we can wrap everything up and then we'll be done!