Ok. I originally didn't want to continue this, but I decided I would. But, there will not be regular updates, because I am still working on a different story that I want to finish before working on this full time.

Rating: I think I need to change the rating to 'T' because this story will be somewhat sad. Once you read the chapter, you'll understand why.

Disclaimer: I do not own anything related to Harry Potter.

Four Years Later:

It had been years since Katie Bell had realized her feelings for Oliver Wood. And two years since she had last seen him.

Puddlemere United was now the best team Quidditch had seen in years. Oliver Wood was now one of the most handsome and most talented players in the league. Angelina Johnson was now a Quidditch player herself. She was a star chaser for the Holyhead Harpies and she was, to the dismay of many male fans, happily married to one Fred Weasley. Whoever said school romances never last?

Fred and George's Weasley Wizard Wheezes was about to buy out Zonkos, and they had made enough money to set up their mother and father for life. Not to mention every single one of their brother's and their sister, if they wanted. But, it seemed every Weasley was finally coming into success of their own. Bill Weasley and his wife of about five years, Fleur, had two children, Antigone and Nikolas, a girl and a boy. Charlie had yet to settle down, and was enjoying his life of unpredictability. Ronald Weasley, better known as Ron, had given up on his Quidditch fantasies and had followed in his father's footsteps in pursuing a career in the Ministry of Magic. He was approaching his sixth month wedding anniversary with Hermione Granger-Weasley. Ginny Weasley was a fashion designer whose robes were top notch and everyone craved to own. She was four months away from a wedding to The-Boy-Who-Lived.

Alicia Spinnet and George Weasley had tried marriage, but it didn't last that long despite their efforts. Their love was strong, but there was just too much stress at the time. They shared custody of their son, Alan Weasley. Alicia didn't have to work with the money that George had set up for her and their son, but she insisted she didn't need him to pay her way through life and owned a small, yet successful boutique on Diagon Alley.

Then there was Katie Bell. She wasn't a star Quidditch player. She wasn't a successful shop owner or designer. Nor did she have a well paying job at the Ministry of Magic. She was a widow. And she was seven months pregnant.

She had married Kelly Graham, a Chaser for Ireland. He was the man of her dreams. He had the lightest green eyes and the most beautiful short ash blonde hair. He was lightly tanned and spoke in a thick Irish accent. He was considerably taller than her, standing at about six foot three. He was intelligent and athletic, and had a great amount of love and admiration for painting, drawing, and poetry. He was someone who could be classified as a romantic. Yes, he was handsome, but he was passionate in everything he did, something that drew Katie to him even more when they first met.

They had met and fell madly in love nearly three years ago. The wedding was the wedding of her dreams. A small, romantic ceremony outdoors in the Irish countryside. There had only been around 30 guests, their closest friends and family. She had three bridesmaids: Alicia, Angelina, and her cousin, Eleanor, who was like the sister she never had. Kelly had two brothers, Aiden and Patrick who, along with his best friend, and fellow teammate, Sean Andrews, had stood beside him at the wedding.

Kelly had died in some freak Quidditch accident sixth months ago. It was the match that could qualify them for the semi-finals for the Quidditch World Cup. It was after that match she had planned on telling him she was pregnant. She never got the chance.

Now she had secluded herself in the manor that they had bought. For at one time, she had been a successful writer for The Daily Prophet. She only allowed Angelina and Alicia, sometimes Fred and George, to come and visit her. And when Alicia did come, Katie always asked that she bring Alan. Katie adored little Alan Weasley, for he was a reminder of what joy she was about to bring into the world. He reminded her of the love between a mother and child.

A certain sadness was brought on with the presence of Alan. Katie and Kelly had bought their home in the Irish countryside in hopes of one day filling it with children. They had both wanted a large family, and now Katie knew that dream could never be filled. Kelly was dead and would never get to experience the birth and life of their only child.

There were rooms in her house that she dared not venture into. It was a large house, too large, she thought. She couldn't bring herself to sleep in the room that she had once shared with Kelly. She had spent many hours simply lying in the bed that still smelled like him. Yet, she could not bring herself to fall asleep in that bed. The same bed that they had held onto each other in nearly every night.

Another room she dared not step foot into was the study across from the room that her and Kelly had called theirs. It was the room that was filled with his drawings and paintings, for he was a talented artist as well as athlete. It was the same way he had left it the morning before that fateful game against England. She couldn't bring herself to put away the book he had been reading by the muggle dramatist Oscar Wilde. Nor could she put the cap on the ink bottle that he had left open. Or send the letter that he had been writing to his brother Aiden, inviting him to come visit for the winter.

She was twenty-five and she already felt dead inside. All she lived for now was the child growing inside her. Her last link to Kelly Graham, the one man that she had loved most in the world. More than her beloved Oliver Wood, a man she still couldn't bring herself to face.

She hadn't seen Oliver since her wedding to Kelly. He had been there, and that was the day she had finally truly gotten over him. Seeing him happy for her, and herself being truly happy with Kelly. In some twisted way, that was the reason she couldn't bring herself to see him. He was another reminder of Kelly. The man who she had thought she loved more than any other was Oliver. But that wasn't true. She had realized it in that moment when she had made eye contact with him at the wedding. It was true that before that day she had loved Kelly greatly, but deep down there had always been Oliver. On that day, all the romantic love for Oliver evaporated. And now, she couldn't even look at him. Despite the letters he had written her after Kelly's death. Offering her anything in the world that she needed, yet she never responded.

Now she needed her friends more than ever, yet she couldn't bring herself to request their help. Kelly's birthday was in three days. November sixteenth was coming quickly, and she didn't know how she would be able to get by without him on this special day. In her mind he was going to be turning twenty seven in three days, yet his ashes would always be twenty six. Frozen in time forever at that age. Just as her life had stopped that day in May when her husband had left her forever and went on to join the spirits of the afterlife.

This is more of an introductory Chapter to what happened after 'Good Morning'. I know it isn't cheery, but oh well. Let me know what you think!

Lady.Of.The.Own/Apathetically Interested: Thanks for your review. I know the story probably wouldn't be classified as cute and funny now, and I apologize. But, I think it might still be realistic. And also, I use realisticness as a word, but I don't know if it's an actual word either!

Sinya: I'm glad you loved it and continue to love it. And as I said to Apathetically Interested, I'm sorry if the story as lost it's cuteness.

Rivershaye Shadowdancer: I hope you think it's a good interesting! I hope you like this update.

Angel: Yet again, I hope you'll continue reading this even though it is no longer as happy as the previous chapter.

Ok. Well, everyone please give me some feedback!

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